Latest Posts by supernaturaldoll - Page 2
YN DEAN WIT A SHIESTY
MEOWWWW MEOW MEOW
I WANNA TO BE SAVEDDDDDD
send help, I can’t stop looking at his hands…
*blushes like a slut*
!!!veiny hands, veiny hands, veiny hands, veiny hands!!!
canon 💯
Sam is SUCH a little brother I love him sm
btw @shadystranger made this post first! I just didn’t see it until after I had already posted this
"season 1 dean this-" "season 10 dean that-" BITCH SEASON 9 DEAN‼️
oh to run my hands through his soft hair
hi new mootie!! i'd LOVE to see your take on any type of soldier boy x reader smut! totally nawt bc i'm obsessed with him rn or anything 🌷🩷
yes yes!! i plan on writing one this weekend!! stay tuned yall 💞
in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman!
(posting a long version and short version of this edit to see which does better)
everyone wants him that was my crime 😩
(posting a long version and short version of this edit to see which does better)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST WOMAN EVER!!
🎂🎉
sorry for the inactivity!!
i have no motivation to post rn,been working like crazy+im sick
may post something fr soon
“ugh i wanna have a threesome with them” and it’s two characters played by the same actor
he’s just a lil guy!!
(that has a kill count of 500+)
me realizing that if I write… I actually have to write
HEART=BROKEN! IN SHAMBLES! IN ABSOLUTE PIECES!!
Had to put myself in time out after this one😹
Anyways……enjoy my lottielee edit
MANY things i wanna do with him…🙇♀️
the og diva,dean mf winchester
WOOOOOO this was TEWWW good
birthday boy ・ COWBOY!JENSEN ACKLES. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ library
eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.
୨୧ synopsis. jensen's birthday turned out perfect, but he wants more—stealing you away from the bonfire to claim you in the barn.
୨୧ warning(s). smut | oral (m!receiving) | unprotected sex (are we even surprised LMAO) | semi-public sex | barn sex | praise | mild dominance | dirty talk | slight roughness | orgasm control | birthday sex.
୨୧ word count. 1.1k
୨୧ kari notes. it felt necessary to do cowboy!jensen for the prettiest birthday boy ever !!!!!!! i miss him dearly and i know i've left him + the christmas series to collect dust (my bad 😔) i promise it was not intentional <3 i hope to get back to it someday and FINALLY wrap the series up. anyway! enjoy this somewhat of a revival of cowboy!jensen and happy birthday to jensen <3 my sugarplum pookie wookie princess butt 🤍 i love him so very much. 🥹
the fire crackles, casting a golden glow over the field, laughter ringing out as jensen's friends pass around beers and swap stories. the air smells like burning cedar and summer grass, the heat of the flames licking at the night breeze.
you've spent the entire day making sure his birthday is perfect.
his favorite breakfast in bed, a homemade cake, little surprises scattered throughout the day—things only you would know he'd love. but this? the bonfire, the laughter, the way his friends are all gathered around, celebrating him? this was the part he didn't expect.
and from the way he keeps looking at you—warm, lingering glances, like he can't decide if he wants to say thank you or take you apart—you know he appreciates every second of it.
he looks damn good tonight, too.
the sleeves of his tan flannel are rolled up to his elbows, the fabric unbuttoned revealing the white wife beater clinging to his chest. his old levi jeans sit low on his hips, worn in just right, and his brown cowboy boots are planted firm in the dirt, like he's the only thing keeping the earth steady.
but it's his eyes that get you the most. green, sharp, locked onto you every time you move. like he's waiting. like he's hungry.
so when he finally makes his move, it's not subtle.
a warm palm at the small of your back. a quiet, "come with me, sweetheart."
no one notices when he leads you away, his fingers curling around yours, guiding you past the parked trucks, past the wooden fences, into the barn where the scent of hay and leather lingers thick in the air. "been waitin' all damn night to get you alone," he mutters, voice low, gravelly, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "you spoil me too much, darlin'."
"only 'cause you deserve it," you tease, fingers tracing slow over his chest, feeling the heat of him through the fabric.
his lips twitch, eyes darkening. "yeah? think i deserve somethin' else too."
the way he says it—the weight behind those words—makes your stomach tighten, anticipation thrumming through your veins.
"yeah?" you murmur, letting your hands drift lower, teasing at his belt buckle. "what's that, cowboy?"
his breath hitches, just slightly. his hands flex at your waist.
"get on your knees, baby."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly, and you don't hesitate—not when he's looking at you like that.
the dirt is cool beneath your bare knees as you sink down, your hands sliding up his thighs, slow, deliberate.
you undo his belt, pop the button, drag the zipper down with aching precision, just to watch his breath stutter.
"teasin' me now?” he rasps, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your chin up.
"maybe."
but you don't tease for long.
you pull him free from his jeans, his cock already hard, thick and heavy in your palm.
"fuck, look at you, sweetheart," he mutters, thumb brushing over your cheek, voice rough. "prettiest damn thing i've ever seen."
you smirk, pressing a slow kiss to the tip, then licking a teasing stripe along the underside, feeling him twitch in your grasp.
"jesus," he mutters, his head falling back for just a second before his gaze snaps back down to you, dark and demanding. "c'mon, sweetheart. know you can take it."
so you do.
you take him into your mouth, slow at first, letting him feel every inch as your lips stretch around him, your tongue swirling just right.
his groan is deep, raw, his hips jerking slightly as his grip tightens in your hair.
"yeah, that's it, baby," he grits out, watching you, his chest rising and falling faster now. "too damn good f'me."
you hollow your cheeks, take him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.
"love this mouth," he mutters, his voice thick with need. "gonna make me come if you keep that up."
you hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath, his hips stuttering forward.
but before he can get too close, he yanks you off him, his breathing ragged, his cock slick with your spit.
"as much as i'd love to finish like that," he says, voice uneven, "need to be inside you, darlin'."
before you can even respond, he hauls you up, spinning you around, pressing you up against one of the thick wooden beams.
his hands are everywhere—pushing up your dress, ripping your panties off, gripping your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrap your legs around his waist.
"hold onto me," he orders, and you do, arms looping around his shoulders as he lines himself up, teasing you with the head of his cock, watching it drag through your slick folds.
"jensen—" you start, but the words die in your throat as he thrusts into you, stretching you open in one smooth, deep stroke.
"goddamn, baby," he groans, his forehead pressing against your shoulder for a moment, his breath hot against your skin.
"you feel so good."
you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders blades, your body already trembling from how deep he is, how perfectly he fills you.
"been watchin' ya' all night," he mutters, his voice rough as he picks up the pace, his grip on you tightening. "watching you in that little dress, smilin' at me like you knew exactly what you were doin'."
he drives into you harder, deeper, the friction sending sparks up your spine. the rough drag of his jeans against your thighs, the way his body presses firm against yours—it's too much, too good, setting your nerves on fire.
"wanted you to want me," you manage to whisper, and his responding growl sends a shiver straight through you.
"always want you," he rasps, his hands gripping tighter, his pace turning relentless, desperate, like he's making sure you feel it, like he's carving himself into you.
"fuck, baby, mm—"
his fingers slip between you, rubbing tight circles over your clit, the pleasure winding sharp and fast in your belly.
"do it f'me, sweetheart," he urges, his breath ragged, "wanna feel you—wanna feel you come all over me."
you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clenching around him, making him curse, his rhythm stuttering.
"mmm, good girl," he groans, burying himself deep one last time before he follows, spilling inside you with a shaky moan, his body tensing before finally relaxing, both of you breathless, clinging to each other.
for a long moment, there's nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing, the distant sounds of the bonfire happening outside.
jensen chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.
"best damn birthday ever, sweetheart."
៸៸៸ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @titsout4jackles @daylighted @bluemerakis @honeyryewhiskey @figthoughts @dollyfiles @starzify @ultravi0lence14 @soldiersgirl @sunsbaby @abox-of-rocks @whisperingdaze @eepwtf @chris444evr @deanswidow @voidsuites @jasvtsc @cowboysandcigarettes @beausling @stereotypicalbarbie @bejeweledinterludes @jensenacklesballsack @h8aaz @sunsbaby @jjmbbg @freeluigihesbae @suckitands33 @ultravioletrayz @unfortunate-brat @a-lil-pr1ncess @notsocoqquete1 @deerlysacred @benscumgluzzer @chevroletdean @deanangel @bluestrd @rubyvhs @ohsc @deansw1fe
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST MAN EVER!!
we love you jensen ! 🎂🥳💞