#deansxbaby

soldier boy x reader

summary: your friends are still in denial about your relationship with the former golden boy of america

warnings: language, suggestive

it was an unusual sight to behold. hughie was astonished when he first met you and found out you were willingly with soldier boy.

willingly.

he hadn’t bribed you, or forced you like everyone said he had. no. it was all your choice.

you. a sweet, beautiful young woman. incredibly well mannered and spoken. with someone as lewd and disgusting as him. someone like you loving someone like him.

it just didn’t add up.

but you didn’t care about any of that sort of talk done by your friends. you were happy. he was perfect in your eyes and you were perfect in his.

his sweet little angel, one to attempt to fix his tainted soul.

not even purgatory could purify him. but your touch, your grace probably could.

butcher still believed it was all a hoax. one long game you and ben were playing on him. even when your three year anniversary rolled around he was still pleading that it was prank. he just couldn’t see it. his close friend, the nicest woman he’d ever met, with someone he despised.

the only one to come around was kimiko. she seemed to not care. shooting smiles your way every time she saw ben’s hand intertwined in your own. or she’d just smirk whenever said hand began to become ambitious, wondering lower and lower towards your ass, watching hughie roll his eyes and frenchie wink at you.

“stop doin’ that to ‘er.” butchers gruff voice cut through the silence of the room. you, ben and him were all sat rather awkwardly on the stiff chairs, trying to come up with a new plan to dispose of homelander- said plan only having the word ‘kill homelander’ on it, written in your neat cursive handwriting.

“doin’ what?” ben snapped back at the man, like a lion being teased by its prey.

“groping her. ‘s fuckin’ creepy.”

“billy.” you scolded, his head bowing like a dog that had just been told off.

“still don’t believe this y’know.”

“i know you don’t.” you hummed. “but i really think you should.”

“nope.”

“fuckin’ believe it- i fuck ‘er into oblivion every night i would think by now you would’ve heard-” ben’s ramblings were cut off by you smacking his shoulder. a plea not to continue with his sentence.

billy only groaned in response, slumping further down in his chair, mumbling a sting of curse words.

“anyways- we really need to work on this plan.” you stated, picking up your pen. “any ideas?”

“no.” both men firmly stated in sync, you had to admit, they were more alike than they thought, and you also hated to admit that you were so not going to be able to kill homelander. but you tried to stay optimistic.

“great then.” you sighed, putting the pen back onto the table. “it’s okay we’ll think of something soon. promise.” you reassured, you could tell moral was drooping.

your fingers fiddled with the metal chain of your necklace, one with ‘sb’ carved into it- gifted to you by none other than soldier boy. it was a way for him to show his claim over you, tell other men to back off or else he’ll rip them to shreds. that’s what he told you anyways, and knowing him, he probably would kill another man for you.

“stop doing that.” ben whispered in your ear.

“doin’ what?” you innocently hummed, oblivious to what you had done wrong.

“biting your damn lip as you think- gonna have to take you away and fuck your brains-”

“i’m going to go the the bathroom- ben needs to come to.” you excused the both of you, giving butcher a sorry smile as you stood up.

“yeah. ben needs to cum too.” he grinned.

“why do you both- whatever go fuck i don’t care. we’ll sort this out tomorrow first thing. don’t be fuckin’ late.” butcher demanded watching you both walk out of the room.

dean winchester x reader

read the beau arlen version here

warnings: fluff, sleepy reader, cuddling, kissing

your body perfectly slotted against deans. his firm chest pressed against you as you snored ever so quietly. he wouldn’t dare wake you. not when you look so at peace and beautiful.

it was rare that you got these slow mornings. with your job being almost nonstop, but when you did get a break, it was the nicest thing ever.

deans thumb swiped comforting circles on your lower back as he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “i love you.” he murmured, nuzzling at your neck like a cat, being careful not to wake you.

distant sounds of sam’s blender could be heard from down the corridor, he was probably making a smoothie which consisted of just grass. dean thought his whole ‘health cleanse’ was a stupid idea, and much to his surprise, you actually agreed with him.

deans large hand moved to cover your ears softly, shielding you from the harsh sound, hoping to extend your much deserved slumber.

“what’re you doing?” you mumbled, one eye opening slowly.

“shhh go back to sleep baby.” dean hushed, moving you back into his arms.

“how long have you been awake?” you asked, shifting in the bed to face him.

“bout an hour.” the man’s eyes drifted to your exposed body, admiring it, but much to your surprise, there was no lust in his gaze.

you hummed, resting your cheek against his chest. “shoulda woken me up.”

“sammy’s stupid blender did that for me.”

“leave him alone dean.” you defended the younger brother, sam was your best friend after all.

dean pouted, placing a hand on your back. “always taking his side.”

“i do not.” you smiled

“mhm.” he hummed, chin resting on-top of your soft hair. “go back to sleep baby. we’ve finally got a break.”

“i was planning on it.” you added, “you deserve sleep aswell dean, cmon.” you cooed, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

“i’m fine.” he really was. he has no objections to watching you sleep. no matter how creepy it sounded.

“dean.” you scolded, raising your eyebrows at him.

“okay, okay. hope you appear in my dreams.” he surrendered, not being able to put up a fight when you looked that adorable.

“i’m sure i will.”

“damn straight.” he smirked, kissing your forehead as you pressed against him even more, engulfed by the comforting atmosphere that wrapped its way around both you and dean.

mornings in bed with dean we’re most definitely one of your favorite things ever.

you wouldn’t change him for the world. even though he doesn’t didn’t it, he was perfect, ever single bit of him, all the way down from his bow legs, to each individual freckle that decorated his perfectly sculpted face.

you loved and worshiped it all everyday, and he most certainly don’t the same for you.

dean winchester x reader

summary: dean won’t be still while your trying to fix him up after a brutal hunt

a/n: i just can’t with imaging how neglected he was as a kid when it came to medical care (and everything else really let’s be honest)

“dean stop moving.” you sighed, using your fingers to tilt his head up ever so slightly. crimson red cuts littered his skin, some less severe than others. all in need of cleaning and stitching.

a hunt had gone wrong. very very wrong. sam came out mostly unscathed- but dean? he got the worst of it.

bruises decorated his chest like a painting, each one darker than the last. he insisted that he was fine, just like he always did.

“dean” you groaned again, gripping his chin just hard enough so that he couldn’t move it, but light enough so that you didn’t hurt him.

“i said I’m fine.” he brushed your hand away, wincing as he done so, causing your eyebrows to raise.

“mhm.” you hummed, hardly believing him. “just please stay still, i’m gonna disinfect these on your face, then stitch a few up. okay?”

“you don’t need to fuss-”

“dean winchester i swear to god if you don’t left me help you.”

the man sighed, not being able to resist your pleading eyes. “just be quick.” he grumbled.

you smirked ever so slightly, taking a small antiseptic wipe out of its packaging before beginning to clean the first large cut, situated just below his jaw. you knew he’d let you help him, he always does.

“you don’t need to do all this you know. i can do it- a needle and thread and i’m good to go.”

of course you knew that was how things used to be for him. suck waiting for his dad to come home while he looked after sammy. too young to know how to see up a wound, then again, in your mind he was too young for anything his father made him do. but you didn’t bring that topic up. ever.

it was always just him and some old rusted needles. those were his medical supplies and god did that break your heart. to be so neglected that you don’t even have proper first aid. it wasn’t like he could’ve just strolled down to the hospital either. what would he of said? sorry need medical attention a vampire beat me up? they would’ve put him in a damn mental hospital.

whenever john did provide him with some medical supplies, those went straight to sam. the younger brother got priority. all the time. dean always put him first, over him self.

“i’m not doing that to you. i told you, whatever happens i’ll be here ready and waiting to fix you up.”

dean smiled ever so gently, his admiration for you was so strong that he could feel his heart rate spike every time he caught your eye from across the room. or when you two were in intimate moments like this.

“god your hands all cut up aswell.” you pouted, discarding the wipe and moving to asses his hand. “gonna need to bandage this up you know.”

“oh great.”

“you love it when i take care of you.”

yeah, you were right. he secretly, deep deep down, adored it when you cared for him. it gave the man a sense of family, a home.

summary: deans working on baby, and god does it turn you on

a/n: sorry this is so short and kinda shit, i didn’t have anything in my drafts that was ready to post so i have to write something rather quickly

the bunker was quiet, you didn’t like that.

there was always something going on, but at the moment, there wasn’t. it was all still.

you knew sam was researching god knows what, so it made sense that he’d be quiet. but dean? no. dean wasn’t quiet. especially not during s-

the dim hallways echoed your footsteps as you walked throughout the building, looking in every door, on the hunt for the eldest brother.

you hummed to yourself as you wondered around, footsteps echoing the dull corridors. the silence so quiet your ears could probably ring from it.

then you saw him. oh god you saw him.

he was working on baby. grease on his arms and shirt, muscles all flexed as his eyebrows furrowed while he toyed with whatever was wrong with the car.

dean winchester was a sight to behold while he was in mechanic mode.

yum.

“you gonna just stand there all day?” his voice cut the science, breaking you out of your trance.

his head popped up from the hood of the car, standing up straight as he looked at you.

god you swore you could hear the slick pool in your panties, it coming out like a tsunami.

well, probably not literally like a tsunami. but it sure felt like it. yeah, mechanics did something to you.

“you nearly done?” you hummed, eyeing him up.

he shrugged, using a white dirty rag to wipe his hands as he walked around the car, over to you.

“why you ask? you see something you like?” he smirked, tossing the rag onto the side.

“sam’s occupied. we’ve got about an hour. if you stop fixing the car that is.” christ you wanted to ride him while he fixed the car, or have his dirty fingers in you, even though that’s incredibly unhygienic. you wanted him to bend you over the car and rail you- which yeah he’d already done, countless times, but once more wouldn’t hurt anyone.

something cocky flickered in deans verdant symphony eyes, moving to close baby’s hood and started remove the grease from his arms and face.

“what are you doing!”

“what what? i’m cleanin’ my self up…?”

i shrugged “you don’t have to i don’t mind.”

“oh” he grinned “you’re into this aren’t you?”

“what! no.” you retaliated, brushing him off.

“mhm, you like your mean all greasy don’t you. knew it.”

you rolled your eyes. huffing at the man. “i’ll just go join sam with research if you don’t hurry up.”

“okay okay I’m coming jesus christ woman, pouncing on me like a damn panther while i’m busy.”

you smiled, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the garage, his hands all over your body as you both walked down the corridor towards your bedroom.

dean w x reader

a/n: just thinking about dean and his robe

your book was reasonably interesting, the tea was warm and the room was quiet. the only sounds heard being the turning of the pages and the gentle sipping of your beverage.

sam was out on a run, he had invited you to go with him but you quickly shut him down on that offer, saying you’d take him out to a cafe or a park instead.

dean on the other hand, you had no clue where he was or what he was doing, until you heard a harsh thud.

your eyebrows furrowed “dean?” you questioned, setting your book down slowly. “dean?” you asked again.

soon emerged the man you had called for, clad in his boxers, a black shirt and… wait. was that your robe?

“the hell?” you mumbled, now pushing your book away slowly, shifting you attention fully to the guy in front of you.

“what?” he shrugged, sauntering over to you.

“dean that my robe!”

“yeah.” he agreed, putting his leg up onto the chair next to you. posing like he was in a renaissance portrait. “get your damn foot off the chair.” you slapped his leg, making it retreat.

“why? why have you got my robe on?”

“well you take my clothes all the time. that’s my shirt.” he pointed to the worn, grey shirt that loosely clung to your frame. “figured i could do the same.”

“yeah but my robe is about ten sizes too small for you.”

you really couldn’t believe the sight that was in front of you. your usually manly, brooding boyfriend all wrapped up in your victoria secret robe.

“i was cold.” he shrugged, adjusting the sleeve slightly, trying to stretch the material.

“dean i’ll buy you your own if you really want one.” you sipped your tea, smirking.

“nah, i don’t want one.”

“then why are you wearing mine- you know what never mind.” you pulled out a chair next to you, giving up ok quizzing him. “sit?”

“don’t mind if i do.” the man spoke, swinging the robe as he sat down, leaning to see what book you were reading.

“you hungry?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

“no I’m good. what about you? you want anything, sam taught me how to cook these strawberry pancakes i think you’ll like.”

“you made sam teach you how to cook pancakes?” you grinned.

“only the best for my girl.” he grunted as he stood up, tying the robe tighter around himself.

“then some pancakes would be amazing, thank you.” you reached up to press a kiss to his cheek before he began walking towards the kitchen.

it was sweet the lengths dean went to for you. that was one of the many reasons you adored the man.

“oh and dean baby?”

“yup” he spoke, turning back around to face you.

“you look cute in your robe princess.” you grinned like an idiot, laughing as he rolled his eyes.

“your mean.” he pouted, walking towards the kitchen to make your food.

“love you!” you called out to him.

“yeah yeah love you too.”

the smoke from your tea began to disappear as you picked your book up again, smiling slightly as you watched dean prance around the kitchen.

the robe swayed around his hips, showing off his muscular legs.

soldier boy x reader

content warnings: i mean honestly don’t think any, do lmk if i ever miss anything though

a/n: haven’t posted as much as usual cause me and my boyfriend moved and we’ve been tackling assembling furniture for the past few weeks… let’s just were both awful at diy and won’t be attempting it ever again !!

also happy new year !!

you were young. undeniably. way to young for the man who you shared your bed with.

your parents hated him, so much so they cut you off completely. they hadn’t given him a chance, heard the name then shut you out. claiming their child will not be dating that man, if so then you’d be no daughter to them.

but you didn’t have to worry about that.

every time hughie shot a skeptical glance in your direction when he saw ben’s wondering hands sliding up your thigh (you’ve had to reassure him numerous times that you weren’t forced into a relationship with soldier boy and that everything was all consented to) or when butcher makes crude remarks about the whole situation. both of them shrinking back into their shells when you boyfriend gives them a warning glare.

but you didn’t have to worry about that either. because ben wouldn’t let you. much to everyone’s disbelief, he worshipped the ground you walked on. anything you wanted you had almost instantly.

soldier boy was a great boyfriend. always so considerate towards you, and the sex was always incredible. he was like a god or something. leaving you aching and still feeling the ghost of him for days after.

waking up to the sight of him every morning was your favorite though. seeing him so defenseless and vulnerable made your heart beat faster. the way he lays against the pillows, light hitting his chest in the most perfect way.

he was so calm and at ease.

how he wakes up all groggy and smiles tightly at you. his mood instantly changing when he heard the others voices, mainly butchers due to his accent being the anomaly. hearing that always put him in a bad mood. but one kiss to his lips solved the whole thing.

the pleasure of watching him dress and get ready in the mornings. sliding the suit over his muscles as you observed from the bed. something about that always made your day better.

you held onto these soft moments. the calm before the chaos. before you flung yourself into different missions and took a magnitude of risks (something ben’s scolded you for multiple times).

ben was like one big protective shield. trying his best to block you from harm. even though you’d seen a lot of messed up things, he believed it shouldn’t be that way for you. that you were to pure for all this mess (despite him doing some ungodly things to you in private) and that you were his to care for and admire. only his. no one else’s.

soldier boy x supe reader

warnings: manipulation, everything is consented to, ben’s a warning let’s be honest here

summary: you know soldier boys a bad man, but you just can’t help running back to him

ben knew he could manipulate you. it was so easy. he could say anything and you’d still end up back on his lap, batting your pretty lashes up at him, saying how he’s such a good man.

he wasn’t a good man at all. he knew that. you were meant to know that.

he’d lash out, you’d become scared, he’d make up some shit sob story about what happened in russia and then you’d forgive him and let him do whatever he wanted to you. he’d slam his cock into your warm pussy, making you forget why you were ever terrified of him in the first place. he never hit you though. that’s one thing he was dead against. he did have some admiration for you in his dark heart. he wasn’t a monster.

he’d leave bruises on your thighs and ass from where he squeezed too hard, your legs would burn the next day. but it was all worth it to wake up next to him.

to see his body shine in the morning sunlight. to feel his hands holding you like you were the earth itself. to see him look at you like he loved you, like you meant something to him and weren’t just a pretty thing for him to fuck.

even if he thought that little of you you’d still come back to him. it was toxic. you knew that. but you were addicted to him. he was like heroin on a cold december day. he soothed that ache inside you, and just maybe you don’t the same for him.

you knew he didn’t have the best childhood. so it’s not his fault he turned out like this. right? i mean you felt bad for him. he wasn’t all bad. you had pity for him. you knew what it was like to have parents that were awful people. you knew what it was like to be an outcast, to not fit into society. ben and you were sort of a perfect match if you really thing about it.

god you loved him.

yeah you knew you shouldn’t feel this way for him. but it’s not your fault, i mean, who wouldn’t fall head over heels for the man?

when he whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he pounds into you from behind. as he trails kissed down your back, as he admires every curve, every scar. he wouldn’t do that if he was pure evil. he’d sometimes even gently thrust into you, arms holding you like a shield. shutting out the outside world. his gentle hands juxtaposing with his ragged body.

ben loves you. he really does. his sweet, innocent naive little angel.

you’d been told to run. told to get away from him by just about everyone you knew. you don’t talk to those people anymore, and your glad. if they can’t be happy for you then are they really your friends? you don’t need them anyways. you have ben. he’s all you’ve ever needed.

but you were happy. that’s all that really matters in the bigger picture. you loved life. you wanted to spend it with ben. you were going to spend every breath with him no matter what.

summary: dean adores you so much, so will his apology make you forgive him?

a/n: i write and have tumblr on dark mode so lmk if you can see the white lace banners on light mode, if you can’t ill change it ;)

inspired by sparks- coldplay

“baby… i know i was wrong. god do i know it. but i won’t let you down. swear on my life.” the man in-front of you pleaded, his stupid puppy dog eyes mimicking his brothers.

why were you mad at him your asking? the little shit stayed on a hunt for too damn long. three weeks. not calling you, no texts, hell, not even a damn voicemail. worry fogged your whole mind as you frantically tried to get cas and bobby to find him. but no. nothing. radio silence.

you thought he had died. thought the worst. thought you’d be living the rest of your life with half a heart.

“dean you can’t expect me to just forgive you immediately for everything!” you snapped, glaring up at him. god why did he have to be so beautiful. like a roman statue hand sculpted down to every detail. his porcelain skin and his perfectly placed freckles contrasting his cold calloused hands that always hold you until you drift off to sleep.

stupid dean winchester.

you were done. done with his antics. done with his obsession with being the hero. done with how little he valued himself. god why couldn’t he see himself how you saw him.

“please… sweetheart my heart is all yours.”

yeah you fucking knew that. he could rip your heart out and stamp on it, all before picking it up again and piecing it back together, wrapping it in a stain baby pink bow and slotting it back into your body. the worst part is you’d still run straight back into his arms.

the bunker was quiet as you stood opposite dean. the only sound was your combined breathing, deans much heavier than yours as his eyes glossed over.

fuck.

you’d only ever seen him shed a tear twice.

once when you took him to what claimed to be ‘the best cherry pie in all of kansas’, and secondly at the end of sophie’s choice, which he claims to not cried at but, let’s be honest, everyone cries at sophie’s choice.

so shit. was this going to be the third time you saw the rare liquid silver flow down his cheek?

his quivering chin was a dead giveaway. the tightening of his throat, tense shoulders.

“dean?”

“don’t leave me.” his voice finally cracked, the droplets cascading down like small little ballerinas performing swan lake. “i’m sorry im so stupidly sorry. you know ill always look out for you? i won’t let you down- ever- ever again- just- god baby just one more chance- i can’t function without you.”

your eyes softened. dean was never like this. he always put up a wall, occasionally demolishing it when with you but rebuilding it up when anyone else was around.

now the wall was fully broken. no hope of rebuilding this time. all the bricks were smashed up into small dagger- like pieces.

“dean…”

“i know what you’ll say baby-”

“dean i promise you i’m not going anywhere. now matter how much you screw up, no matter how much you shut me out. i’ll always be right by your side whenever and however you need me. yeah?”

you could almost see the hope flood back into his eyes. god that’s all he needed to hear.

“just.” you sighed “please, just make sure you tell me your okay if a hunt ever takes longer than you thought it would. yeah?”

his body moved almost silently across the room, pulling your smaller frame into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. “i promise i will. i’m so damn sorry baby- i didn’t mean to worry you. the phone went out and i couldn’t find any way to get you-”

you wrapped your arms around him in return, feeling his breathing slowly even out again as he took deep breaths in and out.

“you and me yeah?”

“yeah.” he nodded, smiling slightly before kidding the top of your head.

“my heart is all yours too.”

“good.” he grinned, picking you up swiftly causing your legs to instinctively wrap around his waist.

“dean!”

“what? i gotta apologize to my girl.”

your laughter bounced around the bunker as dean flopped onto his bed, your back hitting the soft material of your light pink duvet, one you had made him buy of course.

he paused his rampage, stopping to kiss your forehead.

“don’t get soft on me winchester.”

“oh hardly soft.” he smirked, easing his eyebrows up and down, rather proud of his entendre.