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Secret Marriage

Request from @a-woman-with-claws-and-fangs Derek and the reader have hid their marriage for years. Until one day Alex tried to flirt with her. The reader brushes him off before Derek tells the whole hospital.

"Well this is where we part as husband and wife Dr. Shepherd." I say laying my head on his shoulder. He lifts my chin up gently kissing me outside the hospital doors one last time. "Don't worry I'll see you later Mrs. Shepherd." Derek and I chose to keep our marriage out of the hospital only being professional at work. The only people who know about us are Mark and Richard the chief of Seattle Graice. Luckily I still see my husband quite often since we work in the same medical field. Mark always joked that we would end up together when we all were friends as kids until Derek stopped talking to him when he slept with his first wife Addison.

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail I scan the surgery board for my upcoming appointments until someone clears their throat beside me. My eyes noticed it's Alex Karev, one of Bailey's new interns. "So Y/n how about getting a few drinks with me tonight?" He suggested a smirk on his face. Alex was a good intern and if he just listened to Addison he'd realize he actually belongs in peds working with kids. Putting my hands in my coat pockets I spin on my feet heading to do rounds. "Sorry Karev I'm busy tonight." But he doesn't give up when he wants something.

"Come on Y/n you're a beautiful girl who deserves a night of fun." He rounds to stand beside me as a nurse hands me a chart. Thankfully Derek said we'd hide our wedding rings as necklaces around our necks when we're at work. He puts a hand over mine making me turn to face him trying to brush him off. "Like I said I'm busy. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do as do you." I try to step away but he gently grabbed my wrist spinning me around so our noses touched. But before anything else can happen someone punches him in the nose. Alex grabs his nose slightly bleeding looking up at me.

People start entering the room wanting to see what is going on. Finally my gaze sees Derek flicking his hurting hand around his eyes showing anger. "Derek, why'd you do-" He cuts me off with a deep kiss his hands cupping my face until he broke away. Pulling me into his side his left arm still around my waist. "Stay the hell away from my wife, Karev." He huffs as the chief comes down the stairs seeing blood on his floor and on his friends right hand. "Somebody help him up and you two in my office now!" He points his index finger at us. Great job Derek.

"Somebody better start talking right now. Explain why one of my residents is punching an intern!" Richard slams his hands on his desk as I see George and Izzie help Alex off the floor. Everyone else slowly leaves the medical floor going back to work. Mark enters the room smirking at his friend. "Damn, I thought I was the only one you could punch like that." He chuckled until I eyed him with an annoyed look. "Richard I would like to point out I tried to avoid violence unlike my husband..." I cross my arms over my chest eyeing my husband who holds an ice pack to his right hand.

Derek looks to our boss finally saying something a slight smirk on his face. "Karev was flirting with Y/n. I did what any good husband should do and handle it." Richard eyes me then Derek asking. "Did you hit him hard?" Derek nodded before the chief nods to leave us alone. "Good but no more fighting on my surgery floor." Mark pats him on the back leaving as well. Looking up at my husband I glare at him I snipped. "Promise me no more hitting interns that try and flirt with me." He plants a kiss to my forehead smiling. "I promise sweetheart." He leans down kissing me softly and I kiss back going to work. Everyone knows I'm his wife now.

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To the Moon and Back

Summary: Not sure how to summarize this one, but it’s my favorite story so far!

Genre: Fluff, small smut scenes, etc.

Warnings: Light smut, nothing too bad.

Suggested: yes/no

Tiktok: avengers._edits_

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you, but you groan and refuse to open your eyes.

You feel your body getting slightly nudged, making you smile.

“Open your eyes, babe. I’m here. It’s me.” You do as you’re told and your vision is filled with the Sokovian woman that you love so dearly.

“Mmm, goodmorning, baby.” You say groggily.

“I missed you.” Wanda whispers before she places a kiss on your lips.

“We just saw each other last night! Remember what we did?” You scrunch your nose in laughter at your naughty joke.

“What did we do?” Your eyes roll at her obvious teasing and you laugh as you pull her out of bed with you.

You both giggle all the way down the stairs, eventually reaching the kitchen. You lead Wanda to sit on the island stool as you head to the refrigerator.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what do we have?”

“Well, I could just make you the usual.” Before she can respond, you already begin to get the supplies from the pantry.

“The usual. Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” She replies slowly.

“You got it. You want extra eggs again?”

“Ew, no thanks, I hate eggs.” She grimaces.

“What? You love eggs, baby, don’t be silly.” You laugh a little, mostly in confusion.

“Yes, I was just kidding.” Wanda laughs and you smile at her accent that you love so much.

You finally get all the food you need out and begin to chop the onions. You turn to notice Wanda gazing at you, making you blush from the attention.

“You can watch TV, baby, I’ll bring this to you when it’s ready.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, no. You’re all I want to look at.” She gets up and hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. It makes chopping the onions a little difficult, but you wouldn’t dare tell her that.

“Can I help you, detka?”

“I would love that, but I thought you hated cooking.“

“I have to learn to like it at some point.” You laugh as she waves her fingers.

The eggs swirl with red and begin to crack themselves into a bowl. The whisk follows soon after and starts spinning around, mixing the eggs together.

“You know, sometimes your powers make me feel pretty useless.” You jokingly sigh as Wanda walks over to you.

“I know a different way to make you feel useless.” Her low voice rattles your spine as she kisses your neck.

“God, you’re hot.” She laughs as she resumes her cooking and you continue chopping.

Soon enough, your breakfast is cooked and Wanda gives you her thanks.

“You’re the absolute best.” She says coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say the best, maybe one of the” You get cut off by Wanda’s lips pressing onto yours.

Her tongue is quickly inserted into your mouth, making you moan at her taste.

Her hand trails under your shirt and up your back, eventually curving around to your chest. She smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra and begins to slowly graze over your nipples.

You quietly moan in pleasure, as your hands reach up in her hair.

Once she decides she’s done with your breasts, her hands glide all around your upper body, feeling every inch of your skin. Her hands tilt downwards as she rests them right below your stomach, silently asking for permission.

You nod into her kiss, practically begging for it. Her hand slides into your pants and cups your cunt, her middle finger barely grazing over your clit.

Suddenly, your phone rings, cutting you guys off. You sigh as her hand leaves your pants and you are forced to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Kate? No, I don’t think you should wear your archer outfit to the party….Why? Because it’s a formal celebration and no avenger prances around in their costume, okay?…Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress. Well, you can wear a suit, I’m sure you’ll look amazing. Now, I was kinda in the middle of something, so I’m gonna go. Okay, bye bye.”

“Who was that?” Wanda asks and you think you can hear a tint of jealousy in her voice.

“Kate.”

“And Kate is…?”

“Come on babe, don’t be mean. I know she’s new to the team, but Clint really likes her. She’s a good kid.” Wanda nods and you get closer to her.

She puts her arms on the small of your back and pulls you in as close as possible.

“So, I was thinking we could have a day to ourselves, today. What do you think?” Wanda gazes at you.

“But what about the party? The one me and Kate were literally just talking about.”

“Screw the party, I wanna be with you today.”

“Normally, I would say yes, but you know how important this party is to Tony.” You are released from her touch as you bring the two plates of hot food to the table.

“What’s it for again?”

“To raise money…for…a charity…I forget which one to be honest. But shouldn’t you know? You’ve been pretty excited about this party for weeks. You love getting all dressed up, babe.” Wanda sighs and sits down at the table with you.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You both chuckle. “Okay, we can go, but only if you promise to dance with me.” She grabs your hand and you smile.

“Obviously. But I do have to warn you, I will be doing the sprinkler if I am thrown into a dance circle.” You get up and start demonstrating your skills, successfully making your girlfriend laugh.

Once you both finish your breakfast, Wanda takes the courtesy of clearing your plates. She kisses your cheek as she passes you on the way to the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go to the store to get stuff for the cookies.”

“We’re making cookies?”

“Yeah, Tony requested them specifically. I guess I’m just that awesome of a baker.” You smirk as she walks back over to you and rests her hands on your shoulders.

“You most certainly are, my love. But why is Tony asking you to bring homemade cookies to a black tie charity event?”

“That…is a good question.” She smiles and bends down to kiss your neck, causing you to blush.

“I should go to the store soon, they take a while to bake and we also need to get ready.” You get up and head towards your keys, but they fly into the air and land in Wanda’s hand.

“I’ll come with you.” She smiles and you return to her to give her a hug.

“You’re so clingy today, I love it.” Your head rests in the crook of her neck and her arms wrap tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back, Wands.” You place a small kiss on her neck and take her hand to lead her to the car.

The drive is filled with conversations about whatever comes to your minds, as well as the songs that Wanda added to your driving playlist a couple weeks ago.

You eventually reach the store and hold hands as you walk in together.

“Okay, we only need 4 bags of chocolate chips, 3 pounds of butter, and like 2 bags of caramel bits. I think we have everything else at the house.” Her eyes widen a little at your request.

“I’m making cookies for an entire event, trust me, this might not be enough.” She just simply nods in response and follows you down the appropriate aisles.

You both find your way into the fruit section and smile when you realize the amount of jokes you can make.

“Hey, Wanda, you know what my favorite fruit is?”

“What?“

“You.” You smile and dodge the light punch on the shoulder that comes your way.

“Well, I happen to like grapes.” Her fingers swirl and you see a grape pop out of its container and fly into her mouth.

“Wanda! That is a crime. I’m telling the manager.” You begin to fast walk away from her, but feel a hand turn you around by your waist.

“It can be our little secret.”

“Mmmm, fine, but I expect a bribe.” She rolls her eyes before she pecks your lips.

“Well…that’s sufficient for now, but I will be needing lots more bribes later tonight.” A laugh escapes her lips as you both walk towards the chocolates aisle.

“Hmmm, which chocolate do you need again, detka? There’s semi-sweet, milk chocolate, bitter, wait who would want bitter?” Wanda questions.

“I don’t know, probably Clint or something. But we need the semi-sweet.” She smiles and nods as she picks up 4 bags of the chocolate and places them into her basket.

You eventually finish getting all the ingredients you need and drive back home. Wanda uses her powers to carry in the bags and unload them onto the counter.

“Okay, I’ll start making the cookies and you go put on that dress that I love so much.” You bite your lip as Wanda nods.

“Yeah, maybe tonight you can help take it off of me. Now where is it again? I forgot.”

“Uh…in the closet?” She nods and heads to your room as you bring out the recipe from your notebook.

By the time Wanda is fully changed and ready to go, you’re placing the cookies in the oven. You turn around and your mouth drops open at your girlfriends beauty.

Her curves are accentuated by her dark red dress that goes down to her feet. Her hair is perfectly curled and her makeup looks absolutely beautiful.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get flour on your dress.” You say in awe.

“You think I care?” She asks as she quickly walks over to me and cups my face in a tender kiss.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready, can you take these out in about 20 minutes?” You ask after you break apart from each other. She nods and you head into your room to change.

When you’re ready, her reaction to your outfit is a quick, but very intense, makeout session.

“God, I can’t believe how hot you are.” Wanda says in a low voice.

You pull away and realize your hair is a little messed up, but it was worth it. You both head to the car and mingle as you drive to the compound.

You finally make it to your destination and get out of the car, opening Wanda’s door for her. She thanks you with a kiss and grabs your arm so you can lead her into the building.

You both walk through the front doors of the building, arms linked to one another. You couldn’t feel happier next to the woman you love so dearly.

“Well, well, well, I see you guys finally made it. Y/N, those cookies better be with you, or you are out of the avengers.” You’re scared to laugh, knowing Tony could very possibly be serious.

“Relax, old man, I gave them to Happy.” He smiles in relief and pats my back before greeting Wanda.

You take a look at the scene in front of you and get a little anxious, seeing crowds of people. You’ve always gotten nervous towards big crowds, which hasn’t really helped your career in the avengers.

Wanda senses your nerves and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of. All these people are probably nervous to meet you, you’re an avenger.” You nervously chuckle and kiss your girlfriends lips.

“Hi, Y/N, hi Wanda!” Kate walks up to you both with a big smile, wearing a fully black suit.

“Wow, I see you went with the suit option. It looks great, honey.” Wanda smiles and agrees with me, making Kate awkwardly chuckle.

“Yelena seems to think so. She’s been complementing me a lot. Kate bishop, you can really pull off a suit, or Kate Bishop can you bend down and pick up my fork so I can stand behind you and look at your ass. Well, she didn’t say the last part but I just know she dropped that fork on purpose.” You and Wanda laugh as Kate mimics Yelena’s accent.

“I bet she has a little crush on you.” Wanda chimes in.

“Oh my gosh, I hope so. Wait…don’t tell anyone I said that. Seriously, don’t.”

“We won’t, we promise.” Kate nervously walks away as I turn to Wanda, quietly laughing.

“She’s a lot younger than I expected.” Wanda says as you lean against her body.

“What? You’ve literally met her like 5 times, Wands.” She shakes her head and pauses for a minute, before smiling at you.

“Right, yeah. I was just kidding, baby.” She replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh- anyways, wanna dance? I hear the lawn is in need of a sprinkler.” She nods, so you drag her into the circle.

Peter is in the middle doing handstands and breakdancing poorly.

“YEAH, PETER, WOOHOO!” Tony yells from your right.

You look at him confusingly, so he leans over and whispers.

“He wasn’t feeling too confident about his dance moves, so I’m cheering him on a bit. The kid needs a little reassurance sometimes.” Wanda smiles and squeezes your hand at Tony’s sweet gesture.

Peter eventually leaves the circle and it remains empty for a while. You look at Wanda and she confirms your silent question, so you quickly push through the crowd of people to go into the middle.

You can hear Wanda and Thor loudly cheering for you. You instantly bust out the sprinkler and the entire crowd laughs and cheers.

You do it for so long, that Thor pushes you out and replaces you with himself.

You laugh and find your way back to Wanda, who has open arms ready to embrace you.

“I know you mentioned a dance circle, but I really didn’t think a black tie charity event would have one.” Wanda laughs.

“Well, yeah…this is what all Tony’s parties are like.”

A slow song begins to play, causing Wanda to grab your hand and bring you to the open part of the dance floor.

You both hold on to each other’s waists and you rest your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair and kisses your head, holding you tighter than usual.

“This event is actually better than I thought it would be. No offense to Tony, he’s just not the best party planner.” Wanda doesn’t respond, so you use your finger to bring her eyes up to yours.

“Hm? Oh…sorry, I was still thinking about how you actually did the sprinkler in a dance circle.” You let out a big laugh and kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away a little.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You start to walk away and she pulls you back to her by your wrist.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, no keep dancing, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.” You chuckle.

“No, I’ll come.” She pulls you towards the bathroom but you stop walking.

“Is everything okay, Wands? Not that I’m complaining but you haven’t left my side all day.” You chuckle as you sway with her on the dance floor.

“It’s not my fault that I love you so much.” You raise your eyebrow implying that you don’t believe her, so she keeps talking.

“I guess I just….don’t want to think about what would happen to you if you left.” She clears her throat and smiles awkwardly before resuming your slow dancing.

“Why would you think anything would happen to me? I’m right here, Wanda. I’m right here.”

“I know you are. But…but you’re not and I-“ Her voice begins to break as you tilt your head in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m not….?” You can see her struggling to find words.

“You can tell me anything, Wanda. It’s okay.”

“I can’t. Not this. I’m not going to ruin this.”

“Wanda?” You try to coax the words out of her but she remains silent, staring at the floor.

“Wanda? Come on, baby, just tell me.”

“Y/N….” She looks up at you briefly, and you can see tears swimming in her eyes. You sigh as you know what she wants to say.

“Wanda, I know you’re dreamwalking.”

“W-what? Dreamwalking? I’m…I’m not dreamwalking.”

“I’m not stupid, Wands. Wanda told me- or I mean, my Wanda told me about this. About the ways that I could tell if someone wasn’t from our universe. You didn’t remember the night that you’ve been waiting for for weeks. You don’t know simple things about this Wanda’s life. You asked me who Kate was and then about her age. And I mean your fingertips are no secret.” Wanda stares at you with a mix of disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I’m not mad at you.” You keep her level of voice.

“You’re not…?”

“No, of course not. I love you. Whoever you are, you’re Wanda Maximoff and I love you.” You cup her face and she leans into your hand, making you smile at her beauty.

“But you have to let me go.” Wanda’s head shoots out of your hand.

“What? No-no please, I can’t.”

“You have to, my love. It’s not fair to my Wanda.” You squeeze Wanda’s hands, her blackened fingertips interlocking with yours.

She puts her head against yours and closes her eyes as a tear falls down her face.

“I don’t want to say goodbye again.”

“I know. But it’s not goodbye, because now you know that I’m only a universe away, Wands.” She chuckles while the tears continue to fall.

“And Wanda…I don’t know what happened in your universe that made you want to leave it so badly, but just know that my Wanda loves me in this one. So, so much.”

“I know….I know that. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure about. I love you in every universe.”

You kiss Wanda’s hands as she gazes at you. And even though you technically met her this morning, she’s Wanda. And you love her.

“I don’t know if I can get through this, Y/N. It’s so hard.” Wanda’s voice falters and it breaks your heart.

“You can do anything. You are Wanda Maximoff and I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, I guess. Just close your eyes, baby.” You embrace her, putting her head into the crook of her neck.

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, only to be open again in a dark room lit by tens of candles.

She quickly turns her head in every direction, desperately reaching out for you. Tears pour from her eyes as she kicks the darkhold, screaming in anger.

She kneels to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I miss you.” She whispers to an empty room.

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Stephen doesn’t have to know

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you

You were strapped down on a platform, grunting and thrashing around, trying to break free of her magic restraining you. You were crying at this point, scared of what Wanda was going to do to you, all you wanted was to be with Stephen again.

“Your whining is really loud.” Wanda said, making you turn to look at her, there she was, levitating in the air, her eyes still closed as red auras surrounded the air around her.

‘I’m not whining’. You thought to yourself as you turned your attention back to your restrains.

Wanda must have heard your thoughts because she dropped to her feet with a loud thump, walking towards you. In the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly approaching you, her eyes now shining a bright red.

“Don’t, give me an attitude, darling.” She said as she leaned on the platform, her hand holding her chin as she stared at you while her other hand was playing with your hair.

“Let me go, please.” You cried, tears streaming down from your face, making her heart soften. Sometrhing about seeing you upset made her heart sink.

“Now, no more crying, you shouldn’t be staining that pretty face with tears.” She said softly as she used her finger to wipe a small tear away from your cheek, her eyes turning back to green.

You got scared and started pulling your hands from the restrains so hard that you were sure that it was going to leave a bruise, grunting and whining,making Wanda frown.

“You know… I can give you something else to whine about.” She said seductively as she traced her finger along your body, eventually resting it on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re an awfully pretty young girl… Are you a virgin?”

When the question registered in your head, your face turned a bright red.

“So you are. Cute.” She chuckled as she slowly pulled downyour robe from your shoulders, making you pull away from her.

“I know you want this, darling, you have very very loud thoughts.” She smirked, ignoring your continueous whines and removing your robe.

You couldn’t lie, Wanda has been on your mind since the fight in Karmataj, you just knew that it wasn’t right to love a witch that Stephen was after.

“Stephen doesn’t have to know, sweetheart.” She winked as she stood in fromt of your now bare body, she must have read your mind because you were sure that you didn’t say it out loud.

Without warning, she entered two fingers inside you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden fullness in your hole.

“S-stop.”

“You sure you want me to stop? Your pussy doesn’t seem to be agreeing with you.”

She started moving her fingers in and out, making you hold back moans, not wanting to seem too submissive to her.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” She chuckled as she quickened her pace, making you whine, feeling your climax.

“W-wanda, I-”

“Wanda? Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, sweetheart? Because I think that you have a secret kink…Something along the line of…Mommy?”

You gasped as she used her thumb to rub curcles on your clit, making you a moaning mess as your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Mommy, I need to-”

“Come for Mommy, kitten.” She cut you of, you didn’t need to hear it a second time before you released all over her hands with a loud moan, making her satisfied.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them to her mouth, sucking on your release, making sure that she had gotten every drop of it.

Wanda looked back to you to find you exhausted now, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“C’mere, kitten, Mommy’s got you.” She said, opening her arms for you to crawl into, and you obliged.

You rested your head on her shoulder as she swiftly picked you up, bringing you to a bedroom in the palace, setting you down on the bed gently.

“Stephen will be here soon.” She muttered to herself, making you wide awake, starting to panic.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at Wanda with a concerned look, making her frown again.

“Mommy will protect you, I promise.” She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling as you hid your blushed face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the outside…Stephen had arrived.

(Hi friends, just got dumped by my boyfriend so life sucks right now but here’s another fic for you guys:,))

Lights Out - Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 3858

Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slow burn, anxious thoughts, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)

A/N: Slow burn be burning…but for how much longer…what could possibly happen next…right? *nervous laugh here* Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3

I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons​​​​​​​​​​​ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________

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The air was still. Only a light breeze caressed her moon kissed skin every once in a while as Y/N placed one heeled foot in front of the other. She was surprised she was able to walk, that her legs weren’t wobbling as she strolled down the sidewalk away from Winchester Manor. Her core was still throbbing, the inside of her thighs closest to her centre still wet from how hard her unknown partner had made her come. One hand came to tuck some hair behind her ear as she sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers finding the ribbon of her mask before she pulled on the knot, resulting in it coming undone. Catching it as it fell from her face, she used her thumbs to trace the material as she thought about what the hell had just happened.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

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I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts: 

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

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Keep Going, Sweetheart

Title: Keep Going, Sweetheart Summary: (Female) Reader/Demon!Dean Words: 1,945 Warnings: Smut, language

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Writing Lines

Title: Writing Lines Pairing: Reader x Lucifer!Cas Summary: Casifer has a bratty sub and he needs to teach her a lesson. Words: 928 Warnings: Shameless smut, daddy kink, denied orgasm, choking

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Dance With Me?

This fic will cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Strip Club AU & College AU

Since neither of those squares is a kink, per se, I've included breast and nipple play in the story so that it still contains a kink. 😉

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 7, 605

Summary: Y/N is shy and not sure why she agreed to come to a strip club. Can the very hot, green-eyed dancer pull her out of her shell, and out of her clothes?

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. PWP. Breast and nipple play. Stripping. Unprotected sex (wrap it up - fantasy isn't reality!) P in V. Oral (fem receiving)

A/N: This smutty one shot turned out to be pretty long, my apologies, but I hope you'll find it's worth it and...satisfactory. 😉

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Beautiful Divider at the bottom created by @talesmaniac89

"Come on, Y/N!"

Y/N felt a little like she was going to pop a blood vessel from all the noise and lights and peer pressure she was currently experiencing.

Not to mention the giant penis being shaken in her face.

She really didn't want to be here.

Giving in to the peer pressure, Y/N took the twenty dollar bill in her hand (one that didn't come from her wallet, thankfully) and stuck it into the lowered G-string of the hulking man on the stage above her.

The admittedly handsome man blew her a kiss and danced away. Thankfully most of the attention surrounding her left with him and she could breathe a little again.

She had agreed to come out to "Stallions" strip club very reluctantly. She'd never been to one, and now she knew why. It was just so not her scene.

She understood the appeal, the guys were all very muscled and oiled and danced very well. But the continuous high-pitched screaming, the lights zooming around the room, the pound full of glitter that she'd inhaled, and the overt, penis-in-your-face public sexuality wasn't tantalizing to her. It made her incredibly uncomfortable and caused a knot to form in her stomach.

She just wanted to be home, curled up with the only permanent male in her life, her fat, orange tom cat, Mr. Dude.

Maybe she really was pathetic.

That's what Marla had said to get her out here. That she was pathetic and didn't know how to have fun. She'd said it teasingly, but there was a hint of truth to her words, and Marla's eyeroll told Y/N that the older woman may actually be annoyed with how reserved her cousin/roommate was. Even though they were related, the women couldn't be more different and didn't really make for ideal roommates.

Marla was all flash and sizzle, she lived life loud and brash, and never made any apologies for it. And Y/N accepted that and never tried to change her, she just wished Marla could do the same for her.

As she watched her now, Marla was screaming and running her hand up and down the thighs of the stripper in front of her. The dancer took Marla's hand and set it on his rather sizable package as he gyrated his hips into her palm. Marla was in heaven.

As the song ended the room exploded in more screaming and it was all Y/N could do not to cover her ears. She thought that might be just a bit too obvious, illustrating just how miserable she was to be here.

The group of women Marla had brought along with them, none of whom Y/N knew, all left en masse to the bathroom, not even sparing a wave for Y/N.

She was thinking about taking this opportunity to slink out the door (they probably wouldn't even notice she was gone) when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Slightly startled, she turned her head.

And audibly gasped.

The man standing beside her was the most ridiculously handsome man she'd ever seen in real life.

Nope. Ever. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

He was tall and broad, the muscles in his bare chest and arms were thick and solid. He only wore a pair of jeans, but they encased his muscular thighs and slightly bowed legs perfectly, showing them off rather than concealing them.

But it was his face that had Y/N enthralled and incapable of looking away. He was smiling at her and she felt like she might pass out. His lips were plump, pink, and looked so incredibly soft that they made Y/N's mouth water a little.

His teeth were straight, white and dazzling. He had very pointy eye teeth and they made Y/N think about bitten flesh. Correction. It made her think about this man biting her flesh.

That was not a thing she'd ever thought about before.

His cheekbones were high and wide, his nose straight and perfect, as though a master carver had chiseled away the marble until only perfection was left.

And then there were his eyes. Dear God, his eyes.

They were a bright verdant green, his lashes long and thick, curling upwards. They sparkled as he smiled down at her; his smile was warm and sexy, and melted her into a puddle.

He was saying words. She should really try to figure them out, but she was distracted by the way his tongue swept along his bottom lip.

She shook her head. "Sorry. What?"

His smile deepened and turned a little knowing. It wasn't surprising that he knew the effect he was having on her. Surely she wasn't the first woman this Adonis had left speechless, he was probably used to it by now.

"I was telling you that your friends over there," he pointed in the general direction the other women had headed, "they paid for an hour for you."

Y/N looked wildly behind her trying to see Marla or any of the other women, but they were nowhere to be seen.

She looked back at the unfathomably hot man beside her and frowned. "Paid for an hour of what?"

"Me." he answered. His smile widened and his eyes did a quick sweep of her body that nonetheless made Y/N's heart start slamming against her ribs. "It's a private show."

He held out his hand to her, but she just stared at it, like she didn't recognize what it was.

He dropped it back to his side. "They thought you might be more comfortable away from the crowd." He said, raising his voice when the music started up again for the next dancer coming out. The screaming started up again too, and Y/N just shook her head.

"No. I mean, thank you. But I think I'm going to just head home."

He leaned in close to her and she froze, completely overcome by his scent which was some kind of warm, spicy cologne, that cut through the scents of alcohol and sex that had surrounded her.

He put his lips to her ear so she could hear him over the noise. "Come on, Sweetheart. If you go now, I'm gonna get in trouble."

He pointed toward a woman in a sleek red dress, standing by the bar.

"My boss is going to think you left because you didn't like me. I could get fired."

Y/N frowned. Dammit, she didn't want to get him in trouble. Why, God why, had those women thought this was going to be better? An hour in a secluded back room? At least in a crowd, she could try to melt into the background. Now, she'd be headed to a private room, one-on-one with the sexiest man she'd ever been near.

Everything he did seemed calculated to make her start overheating. Even just the way he leaned close to her, his hand braced against the back of the bench seat she was on. The position caused his bicep and pectoral muscles to flex and shift under smooth, naturally tanned skin. Most of the guys she'd seen tonight looked like they spent hours in a tanning bed or spray tan booth. But this man had a golden glow to his skin that made her imagine him spending hours shirtless in the sun.

Her mind drifted along that beautiful train of thought for a moment until he pulled her back by straightening up and putting his hand out toward her again.

"I'm Dean."

Y/N put her hand in his and tried to act as though shivers weren't racing up her arm as her hand was engulfed in his massive one.

"Y/N." she answered and gasped again as Dean pulled her to her feet with an easy tug. He nodded toward the back of the room.

"So?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. Surely she could manage fifteen minutes or so in his presence, long enough to convince his boss that Dean was doing his job.

She followed him through the labyrinthine tables and chairs and through a thick black curtain. On the other side was a long hallway that had about a dozen doors along it. Dean brought them to one that said "Private # 3" and indicated she should go first through the door.

The room wasn't really what she'd been expecting. She'd thought it would be a little seedy, maybe a bit trashy, all animal prints and sequins.

But it was a medium-sized room with a couple of tasteful leather couches, a table and two chairs, and a counter that doubled as a bar, complete with mini fridge. The only thing in the room that hinted that Dean occasionally took all his clothes off in here, was the small stage in the corner.

Dean led her over to one of the couches and she sat on the very edge, entirely too nervous to relax into the cushion. Dean moved over to a the small liquor station on the counter.

"Can I make you a drink?" He asked, but Y/N shook her head.

"I don't really drink."

Dean nodded and poured himself a tumbler of amber liquid. She had no idea what it was but he took a sip and pursed his lips as he swallowed. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip again, this time going after a stray drop of liquor.

Y/N felt her stomach swoop and she subtly pushed her thighs together.

He turned around and grabbed a long-sleeved plaid shirt that hung over the back of one of the chairs at the table. Before he shrugged the shirt onto his broad shoulders, Y/N caught a glimpse of his beautifully muscled back and round, plump ass.

She knew he was likely putting the shirt on for her benefit, trying to put her more at ease, but she sort of wished he'd left it off for just a little longer. It seemed a shame to cover up the work of art that was his back and backside.

He left the shirt hanging open, so she was still treated to the site of his flat stomach, and smooth chest as he came and sat beside her. He stayed at the edge of the couch as well, so that his body was close enough to hers that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

He took another sip of his drink before he spoke.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?"

Y/N was slightly startled by the mundane question. Although, she wasn't sure what she'd figured he was going to ask as a conversation starter.

What's your favorite sexual position?

Cowgirl.

She answered the imaginary question inside her own mind and then immediately began envisioning herself straddling his lap, grinding down on him, his hands spanning her waist before sliding up and cupping her breasts, squeezing...

"Y/N?" Dean bumped her shoulder gently with his in an attempt to rouse her from her musings long enough to answer his very respectable question.

Y/N shook her head. Jesus! she thought. Get a grip!

"Oh, I'm a student." she managed to get the words out passed her incredibly dry throat. Maybe she should have something to drink. She coughed a little and cleared her throat.

"Do you want a soda?" Dean asked. "There are a couple cans in the fridge."

Y/N nodded. "That would be great. Thanks."

Dean walked over to the mini fridge that was housed under the counter. As he bent over to get the soda, Y/N got a great view of his ass and thighs and all she could do was lick her lips and try to clear her continuously parched throat.

Good God. She desperately wanted to grab a handful of his backside. She shook her head, mortified to realize that she was acting just like the women she'd been judging earlier.

Huh, she thought. Maybe I just didn't meet the right dancer out there.

As Dean walked back towards her, his hips and legs moving him across the room with a self assured swagger, she was suddenly very curious to see him dance. He looked like he might really know what to do with his hips.

When he got back to the couch, he set down an individual plastic glass, like one you'd find in a hotel room, still sealed in plastic, and the closed can of soda.

She realized, as she took the glass out of the wrapping and cracked the drink open to pour it into the glass, that all of this was for her benefit. By letting her open her own drink and pour it into an obviously clean glass, he was letting her feel safe that there was nothing dropped, or going to be dropped, into the drink.

Also, by putting the can on the table beside her, instead of on the low coffee table in front of them both, he kept the glass and can far away from him, as further reassurance for her.

She found the slightly protective action sweet and very endearing.

As he sat back down, he picked up their conversation. "So, what do you take in school?"

Y/N swallowed a sip of the fizzy soda and coughed slightly as she answered.

"Um, I'm in the Masters program at KU, Physics, with a focus on Quantum Physics and the Unified Field Theory."

Dean looked at her, slightly surprised. "Wow. That's..." he shook his head. "Wow."

He was frowning a little and Y/N felt her defenses go up. "What, you think women can't do sciences?"

Dean's head jerked back slightly. "Uh...no. I think I can't do sciences, so it always impresses me when someone else can." He smiled at her and Y/N was immediately contrite.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I get a little defensive." She gave him a sardonic smile. "There are only eight other women in my entire program."

"Wow - that sucks." Dean said, shaking his head. Then he looked back at Y/N and his eyes were full of flirtation. "Huh. Smart and beautiful. That is a deadly combination."

Y/N rolled her eyes but felt herself blush. Flustered, she cleared her throat and asked an incredibly stupid question. "So, what do you do?"

His forehead crinkled and a smirk pulled at his lips. Y/N heard the idiocy of the question almost immediately.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I'm..." she hid her face in her hands. "I'm not really good at the whole social interaction thing." she said, her voice muffled by her fingers.

Dean chuckled softly and the huskiness in the sound made Y/N feel slightly light headed.

"No, don't worry about it." He said, settling back on the couch. "I'm a student too, actually."

"Oh! That's great." Y/N said. "Do you go to KU?"

Dean shook his head ruefully. "Hell no. Not smart enough for that." he winked at her and her stomach flip flopped again. God, he was sexy.

"No, I go to Kansas City Community College. I'm studying to become a fire fighter. Halfway through."

Y/N smiled and then giggled, she couldn't help it.

Dean smiled back. "Well, I mean, I know it's no 'Masters in Quantum Physics' at the age of what, twenty-three?" Dean asked, and under his smile she glimpsed just a trace of self-consciousness. She realized that it must seem like she was laughing at him for going to Community College, or maybe laughing at his choice of careers.

She waved her hands. "No, I'm sorry. I think that's amazing. I couldn't imagine a more demanding or important career. Really, that's so great!"

He seemed mollified and smiled easy again. "Then what are you giggling at?"

Y/N tried to suppress her grin. "It's just...you're a stripper...and a fireman...I just feel like there might be some career overlap there."

He broke into hearty laughter and Y/N felt her breath catch. His head was thrown back and his eyes crinkled at the corners. His laugh was rich and warm and Y/N felt her heart get lighter just listening to it.

She settled back on to the couch too, relaxing in spite of herself.

He clapped his hands and and sighed. "Yeah, there are about a dozen guys here who do a fireman routine. There's definitely overlap."

His smile was wide and his eyes were full of warmth and mirth as he looked at her. Somehow they were even more beautiful now.

Y/N tried to get the conversation back on track. "So, you do this," she waved her hand to indicate the room and club in general. "to pay for school."

Dean grinned. "No, I do this for...beer money mostly."

Y/N tried to hide her surprise, feeling that maybe it would be seen as rude. "Oh. Oh, I see."

Dean grinned at her discomfort. "My other job pays for school, I work part time construction." He raised a hand. "I know, another career overlap." He chuckled. "I also got some scholarships."

Y/N nodded. "Oh, that's so cool." She was clearly off kilter a little and finally just shook her head. "Can I ask you a question?"

Dean smiled, already guessing the question. "Sure."

Y/N confirmed his suspicions. "Why do you do this, then, if you don't need the money?"

Dean shrugged and shifted slightly towards her on the couch. "Well," he said, his voice low. "For one thing, I make a lot of tips."

Y/N chuckled. Yeah, I bet. She thought.

Dean continued, "Also, I'm good at it." His gaze heated up a little and his smile softened and became warmer, sexier. "And," he shrugged again. "I like it."

Y/N tried to ignore the way her fingers itched to reach out and trace his bottom lip. Up close she could see a light sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks. She thought that might be the most adorable/sexy thing she'd ever seen. She kind of wanted to lick them.

Tamping down a moan as she saw his eyes flit to her lips, she tried to get back to what he was saying.

"Really?" she asked. "You like it? I would have thought having all those women pawing at you would be, at best annoying, at worst, might make you feel...I don't know...used?"

He raised one eyebrow. "If I like doing it, and I'm paid well for doing it, and I'm doing it of my own freewill, how could I be being used?" He asked logically.

Y/N shook her head. "I never looked at it like that."

Dean shrugged. "Don't worry about it, most people don't."

He moved closer again, so that their knees were touching and he was close enough that when he put his elbow up on the back of the couch Y/N felt a little caged in by it. She was surprised to find she really, really liked the feeling.

With his arm up, his flannel was also pulled open so she could once again see his golden skin and the muscles along his ribcage. She could also see half of his broad chest along with his right nipple, making her want to reach out and flick it. If she was straddling him and starting flicking it and sucking on it, would he like it?

She took a deep shuddery breath. She needed to get it together.

That plan fell out the window with his next words.

His voice was a low rumble. "Besides, I like the connections I can make with people in the audience. Sometimes when I'm onstage I'll zero in on one woman, making eye contact and letting her know I see her. It feels amazing to make her smile, to make her blush, to make her feel beautiful..."

Dean leaned in close, his lips hovering over Y/N's for just a moment, giving her time to move away, before he lowered his mouth over hers. His kiss was all too brief, a mere brush of the lips.

But he wasn't done. "...make her feel desirable..." He pressed his lips to Y/N's again, but firmer this time, sucking gently on her top lip.

"...make her feel wanted." He finished, in a deep-voiced whisper against Y/N's mouth before he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head so he could lick up into her, sucking on her tongue and pulling it into the warm recesses of his own mouth. Y/N moaned unexpectedly and the raggedness in the sound embarrassed her and she pulled away.

Dean accepted her retreat and sat back from her, but didn't move completely back to his side. He was still close enough that Y/N could have easily reached over and continued the kiss. And she was so tempted to do so.

But she didn't. She just sat awkwardly for a moment, talking herself out of it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Sure." Y/N's voice cracked again and she cleared her throat before taking another sip of her drink.

"Why are you here?"

Y/N swallowed, frowning slightly. "Cause my friends paid for -"

Dean laughed, cutting her off. "No. I know why you're here." he said, patting the couch. "Why are you...here?" He asked, moving his hand in an arc to indicate the whole club. "You looked pretty miserable to be here."

Y/N smiled and shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Because I caved to peer pressure at the ripe old age of twenty four."

She frowned, suddenly curious. "How old are you?"

Dean smiled. "Twenty-six. You're way ahead in your schooling, but I'm way behind. Took me a while to figure out what I wanted."

Y/N shrugged. "When you start school isn't important. Time is relative." When Dean looked skeptical Y/N grinned. "Trust me, I'm a scientist."

Dean laughed and Y/N felt it roll over her like a warm blanket. Finally, he brought them back to his question.

"So, you caved to peer pressure at the age of twenty-four. What does that mean?"

Y/N shook her head. "My friend, well cousin, actually, told me I was being pathetic and I should learn to have fun."

Y/N felt herself flush a little as she admitted, "I don't really have a lot of friends, which I realize is just as sad as it sounds." She tried to laugh it off, but it was something she was really self-conscious about.

"I'm your typical science nerd, I guess. Hell, I'm practically a stereotype." She waved a hand toward herself. "I'm tall and gawky, awkward. And I'm just bad at meeting new people."

Dean looked at her, incredulous. "Gawky?"

Y/N nodded.

Dean let out a breath and raked his gaze up and down Y/N's body slowly. "Not exactly how I'd describe you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up.

Dean's gaze was soft and warm as he watched her. "You're so beautiful."

Y/N scoffed and looked down at her feet, his praise entirely too much for her.

Dean reached over and trailed his knuckles down Y/N's cheek and across her jaw. "And you look amazing in pink."

Y/N ducked her head and Dean pulled his hand back. Y/N looked up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. "That's quite a line. Is that one of your big moves?"

Dean smiled, slow. His movements were also slow as he shifted himself close enough to put his lips to Y/N's ear, trailing his fingertips down from her shoulder to her elbow and causing her to shiver.

"No, you haven't seen my moves. Yet." He said and the word "yet", spoken deep and delicious against her neck just before he pressed a kiss to the hollow spot just behind her earlobe, brought on another shiver.

He pulled back again though and Y/N had never been more disappointed. Her body was screaming at her to stop teasing and just jump on him, already. But her rational mind held her back.

Dean threw back the rest of his drink, and it suddenly occurred to Y/N that she was obviously having some kind of effect on him as well.

She smiled at this unforeseen development. She'd never really thought of herself as desirable before. She'd slept with a handful of guys, but she'd always just figured their interest in her was more due to availability and proximity than to any kind of unslakeable lust.

She liked the feeling.

They sat in silence for a moment or two and then Y/N heard the song that was playing out front, even muffled as it was through the door, and she let out a happy little gasp of surprise.

"Oh! I love this song!"

Dean listened, trying to identify the song. When he did, he cocked a disbelieving brow.

"Bryan Adams?" He took a second to think of the name of the song. "Is this...what is it, 'Heaven'?" He asked, his face scrunched up in distaste.

Y/N punched his shoulder. "Shut up. This song is a classic."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah, classically lame."

Y/N shoved him this time. "How dare you?" she asked in mock outrage. "I'll have you know this was the first song I ever slow danced to. It holds a special place in my heart forever."

Y/N raised her chin and theatrically placed both hands over her heart.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, well then, my apologies. I never meant to belittle your first dance." He grinned. "Who was your partner in that first slow dance?"

Y/N grinned back. "Bradley Smythe."

Dean's eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile grew. "Wow. That is quite the name. Was he part of a royal family?"

Y/N shook her head, laughing. "His dad owned laundromats."

Dean pushed his lips out . "Well, king of the laundry."

Y/N smiled wide at the memory of the school dance. "It was seventh grade and he was very dreamy. He had floppy hair and a puka shell necklace."

Dean laughed out loud. "What a stud."

Y/N joined in the laughter, the memory a happy, sweet one. There weren't a lot of those for her in school since she had been about as popular as one might expect a shy, science-y girl to be.

Their laughter died down and suddenly Dean stood up and reached his hand out toward her.

"Dance with me?"

Julie laughed nervously now. "Oh god, no...I don't..."

Dean's eyes turned pleading. "Come on! I mean, I don't have time to grow my hair out," he said pushing a hand through his short, light brown hair. "But, I'm pretty sure if I looked hard enough I could find a puka shell necklace around her somewhere."

Y/N giggled. "No, no, that's fine. But..."

Dean pouted, and it was about the sexiest fucking thing Y/N had ever seen. It was also her undoing.

"Please?" he cajoled. "The song's half over already, so it won't be a long dance."

Sighing, she put her hand in his and let him pull her up.

He placed his hands on her waist, arms completely straight as he stood a good two feet away from her, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Does this seem like a good representation of the seventh grade dance technique."

Y/N laughed and put her hands on his shoulders, shuffling back and forth with him. She squinted as though thinking it over before nodding. "Yeah...yes. This feels about right."

She chuckled, a sound that turned into a breathless gasp as Dean pulled her up against him, slipping his right hand around to her lower back, and sliding it just under the hem of her t-shirt, so that she felt the warmth of it on her skin.

He took her right hand off his shoulder, surrounding it completely in his massive left hand, and tucking it up against his chest.

"I like my technique better." Dean said.

She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, desire evident in every line of her face. "So do I."

Dean began swaying to the rhythm of the song, pulling her along with him, splaying his long, thick fingers across the small of her back so that he could guide her movements, and press her against him as they moved together.

As they danced, Dean sang softly in Y/N's ear.

Baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven

Dean wasn't a great singer, but he was decent and the lyrics, combined with the soft, deep, gravelly voice he used to sing them, his lips hovering just over the pulse point in her neck, was enough to make Y/N's panties even wetter than they already were.

"I thought you said this song was lame." Y/N said, her voice raspy with need. Her mind was swimming, every nerve in her body on fire for his touch. "Yet, somehow you know the lyrics."

She felt him smile against her neck before attaching his lips to her skin and sucking a bruise into it. Y/N tilted her head back to give him better access and Dean groaned deeply, the sound shooting straight to her core.

He dropped his hands to cup the globes of her ass through her jeans and pressed her against him, tightly enough that she could feel the size and hardness of him even through their layers of clothes.

Y/N took hold of his face in her hands, pulling him up from the sinful attention he was giving her neck, so that he was looking at her. She brought his lips to hers and sighed into his mouth as he took over the kiss, delving his tongue deeply into her.

Y/N moaned and fisted the open sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. But Dean pulled away from the kiss suddenly, taking deep breaths.

"I have a confession to make." He said his voice husky with desire.

Y/N looked at him through a haze of heat and wanting, trying to focus on what he was saying. "What confession?" she asked, not really caring. He could confess to being the Zodiac killer and she might not care at this point, she wanted him so badly.

He looked seriously in her eyes though. "I lied."

Y/N frowned, questioning.

He smiled sheepishly and shrugged a shoulder. "You're friends never paid me for anything."

"What?"

"I saw you sitting out there and you were so unbelievably beautiful and looked so miserable, I just really wanted to get you out of there, so I told you I'd been paid to give you a private show." He grinned, clearly not overly repentant. "But I was the one who wanted to give you a private show."

Y/N stared, flabbergasted.

"Forgive me?" he asked.

Y/N's answer was to push him back down onto the couch and straddle him.

Dean chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Y/N nodded. "Yes, forgiven." She breathed out as she pushed Dean's plaid, flannel shirt off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach.

Deciding to test out her earlier theory, she pinched his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Dean sucked in a breath and bit into his bottom lip. Encouraged Y/N leaned down and sank her teeth gently into the fleshy nub.

Dean growled and rocked his hips up into her. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her, slamming her back down and dragging her along the bulge behind his zipper.

Y/N let out a low cry, fire racing across her skin. She reached for Dean's zipper and tugged, while Dean pulled her t-shirt over her head and buried his face in her cleavage, kissing and nipping her skin as he palmed her breasts through her black, lacy bra.

Y/N reached into Dean's open zipper and ran her hand up the bulge in his underwear. God, he was huge. And thick. Y/N felt her mouth water as she thought about what she'd do to him when she got his cock free of it's confines.

As she started tugging at his jeans and underwear trying to encourage Dean to lift his hips so she could slide them off, Dean groaned and grabbed her wrists.

"Wait, wait...Y/N..." He was breathing hard and ragged, chest rising and falling as though he'd run a mile. "Just...let's take a second."

Y/N shook her head. "Why?"

Dean smiled as he let his head fall back onto the couch. His neck was exposed and as he swallowed, the column of his throat moved under his skin, and Y/N wanted to lick all the way up it and then nibble on the sharp corner of his jaw. But she respected Dean's request to press pause.

He brought his head back up and rubbed his hand down his face. "I just wanna slow down a little."

Y/N shrugged. She felt a little awkward now as she sat on his lap so she started to shuffle off. But Dean moved his hands back to her hips again and held her still.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he gripped her tightly.

Y/N frowned at him. "I'm...you just said..."

Dean moved his hands from where they sat on her hips, and ran them up her back, locking her in an embrace and pressing her against his chest.

"I said I wanted to slow down. I didn't say I wanted to stop." He reached his mouth up to her neck.

He began tracing patterns there with his tongue, swirling it in the hollow at the base of her throat before closing his mouth over her collarbone and sucking hard.

Y/N let out a moan and pushed her fingers through his incredibly soft hair.

He licked at the bruise he left on her skin before looking up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want.

"I just wanna savor you. I don't wanna rush and miss any part of you."

Y/N shuddered at his words and an idea formed in her mind. She wondered if she was brave enough to try it. Looking down at the raw need on his face, the desire he had for her, she decided she was.

She kissed him hard and fast and then pushed on his arms to get him to let go.

When he did she scooted off of his lap before he could grab her back. He scowled, opening his mouth, probably to reassure her again, that he didn't actually want to stop.

But she raised her finger. "Just give me a minute." she said, her smile shy and yet mischievous.

Once he realized she wasn't about to flee, Dean smiled slowly and leaned back against the couch once again.

Julie pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket and searched out the song she was looking for. When she found it, she pressed play and set her phone down on the coffee table. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak began as Y/N walked the few feet to the stage in the corner and stepped up.

The discordant, crying guitar in the song raised goosebumps on Y/N's skin as her nerves tried to get the best of her.

But she took a deep breath and with her back to Dean so she didn't have to see him watching her, she began to sway her hips to the low, seductive, voice of Chris Isaak.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

Y/N let her mind go blank, forcing down all her insecurities and just listening to the lyrics and thinking about Dean's hands on her skin as she ran her own over her hips and ass. As the high falsetto of the chorus kicked in, Y/N turned to face Dean, risking a glance at him.

She felt like an electric shock ran straight to her core, making her inner walls clench around nothing, as she saw the look on his face as he watched her.

She'd never had anyone want her that way, so nakedly, so obviously starving for her. Usually her encounters with men were quick and she tried not to spend any time thinking about what they were thinking because inevitably her anxieties and insecurities about herself would rear up and ruin the sex immediately.

But there was something about Dean that made her feel brave, feel as though she was safe with him. With him she felt she could expose herself for real, allow herself to be sexy and sexual, and he would never mock her for it, or make her feel like anything less than a goddess.

She felt like that now, as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. She wrapped an arm around her breasts, holding the bra in place even as she slid the straps down her arms.

Eventually she let the garment fall to the ground and pushed her breasts together with her hands, kneading them before releasing them with a small bounce as she pushed her hands south down her body, over her stomach and over the front of her jeans. She undid the button on her waistband and slowly inched her zipper down.

She peeked up from under her lashes to see Dean had begun to run his big hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing himself as she stripped.

She felt more wetness pool in her panties as she saw him pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it before letting it slowly slip out, sinking his sharp white teeth into it.

She turned away from him again as she began to inch her jeans down her hips slowly. As they slid down her thighs, she bent over, exposing her panty covered pussy as she stepped out of them.

And I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love With you

When she straightened up and turned back around she gasped. Silently, Dean had approached the stage so that he was less than a foot away from her.

She approached the edge of the stage, her hips continuing to sway in time to the slow, melodic rhythm of the music.

She put her hands on her hips, intending to push her panties down, but Dean reached up and pushed her hands away. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the stage before looking up at her as he yanked down her panties.

With her on the stage, she was the perfect height for his mouth to immediately sink into her slick folds. His blunt fingers pressed into the fleshiness of her ass and he held her in place on his mouth plunging his tongue up into her.

She tried to keep her balance with one hand on his shoulder and one hand fisted in his short hair but it was no easy feat and as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to flick his tongue across it, she felt her knees begin to buckle.

Dean gripped her more tightly in his big hands, not letting her fall as he continued to suck and lick at her pussy.

Y/N's first orgasm ripped through her almost unexpectedly. She could feel it building slowly, but then Dean did something with his tongue inside her that she couldn't possibly have described, but it caused her inner muscles to clench and shockwaves of pleasure to burst over her skin.

Dean kept his mouth where it was, milking her climax as long as possible and happily lapping up the evidence. As she came down from it and the song drew to a close, Dean wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her down off the stage.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her, wet and hot, and she could taste herself on his lips.

He lowered her to the couch; the leather was cold on her burning skin as he stepped away from her.

Now that Wicked Game had ended and the room was quiet again, they could hear Cherry Pie by Warrant playing in the front of the club. Dean grinned wide as he stepped back a bit and began to roll his hips in sync with the song.

Y/N watched, completely enraptured as he ran a wide, flat palm down his torso and into the front of his open jeans. He bucked up into his hand as the drums in the song kicked up, keeping perfect rhythm.

He pulled his hand out of his jeans and looped his thumbs into his belt loops. As he continued to roll his body, his stomach muscles flexing, he peeled his jeans down over his hips and thighs, exposing the powerful muscles she'd known were hidden under the denim.

Finally, he pulled his boxer briefs down while he moved in a slow circle timing it so that his back was to her just as his briefs slipped over his plump ass, giving her the view she'd wanted. His broad, muscled back tapered down to his waist where two little dimples sat just above the beautiful curve of his ass.

Y/N made a mental note to explore those dimples more later. But as he turned to face her she was distracted from her thoughts of dipping her tongue into the indentations.

He pulled his briefs all the way down in the front and his cock slapped against his stomach, rock hard and leaking precum. He kicked off his jeans and underwear and walked back to where she was still laying on the couch. He sat down and reached over to pull Y/N up so she could once again straddle his lap.

She lined herself up and sank slowly onto his cock. She could feel him stretching her and hissed at the pleasurable burn. When she'd taken all of him and was sitting flush against his thighs she groaned deeply.

Dean reached up and pinched her nipples between his strong fingers, before pulling on them roughly. The tug caused her inner walls to clench tightly around his cock and Dean smiled at her unintentional physical response.

He pinched her nipple again, this time holding on to it and rapidly moving his wrist up and down so that weight of her breast caused a very pleasurable pull against his grip.

He pinched her nipple once more, pressing his blunt thumbnail into it before he let it go. Then he reached out with his fingertips and gave a small stinging slap to the side of her breast.

Y/N let out a deep groan and unconsciously ground down hard onto his cock. Dean was breathing hard as he licked the fingers on his other hand and delivered another slap the other breast, this one causing a sharper sting with his wet fingers. Y/N scored her nails down his chest in response.

She was surprised, having never had any idea she would enjoy having her tits slapped. Dean pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit down, not hard, but hard enough that she felt the jolt through her whole body. He then took more of her breast into the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and sucked on it hard and deep and Y/N plunged her hands into his hair and pulled roughly as her cunt clenched around him.

Her breast fell from his mouth as he grunted harshly. He picked Y/N up and slammed her back down on him, rutting up into her. She screamed out a moan as the tip of his long, thick cock dragged across her g-spot before it slammed into her cervix.

Their bodies were both slick with sweat as Dean lifted her a half a dozen more times, Y/N helping by grasping onto his shoulders and riding him, swiveling her hips every time her ass slapped against his thighs.

Y/N's second orgasm was a much longer one, she could feel it coming and obviously so could Dean because he purposefully slowed everything down, making her whimper as she tried to rock her hips against him, but he held her tight, fingers bruising her hips.

He reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it slowly, controlling the speed at which she would get off.

"Take your time, Sweetheart." He said, his voice all grit and heat. "We're in no rush here."

But Y/N was impatient as she slanted her mouth over his and rubbed her tongue against his, trying to coax him into going faster.

She felt the coil inside tightening and tightening. Finally it snapped and she threw her head back shouting out her pleasure.

"Fuck, Dean! Oh, God - fuck!" she cried.

Dean let go of her hips then and allowed her to ride him through her climax and into his own. With a last powerful thrust upwards, Dean simply shouted, "Fuck!" and Y/N felt him shoot up into her.

She fell against his chest, shaking from the strength of her orgasm, her cunt still rippling with after shocks.

As their breathing normalized Y/N began to shiver in earnest, the sweat on her body evaporating and making her cold. Dean reached down and grabbed his flannel shirt from where it had landed on the floor.

Not willing to let her go yet, he stayed inside her and simply wrapped the shirt over Y/N's shoulders and pulled her tighter against his warm body. Y/N was quite content and snuggled into his chest.

Dean hummed in satisfaction as he ran his hands up and down her back. "That was a hell of a show, Sweetheart. If the scientist thing doesn't work out, you might have a career as a stripper."

Y/N laughed softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

"Well, thanks for asking me to dance."

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Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: Father!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Father Winchester didn’t know what to expect when he showed up here. He also didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he agreed to bring her back to her parents. He certainly didn’t expect that it would lead him down a road full of temptations.

Warnings: NSFW, lap dancing, grinding, dry humping

WC: 2597

A/N: This is a re-post. It has two parts but I only edited the first one for now.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s someone asking for you,” Jo announces.

Her co-worker has just finished her routine and walks into the dressing room in nothing but a thong and her high heels.

Y/N freshens up her makeup after her set and is about to get ready to face the people and make her rounds. She finishes applying her lipstick, presses her lips together before she asks, “Who’s asking for me?” 

She kind of hopes that it would be one of her regulars. Maybe Jack, because that dude pays extra all the time and he pays for access to the champagne room on a regular basis. She sure could use the money because her rent was due two days ago and she couldn’t make the deadline. Thankfully she could convince her landlord to wait with the collection until after the weekend. She hopes that she can make enough to at least have some extra cash for other necessities, too.

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Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s his good girl.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 1464

A/N: This is from an anonymous request. Don’t get used to me writing so fast again, though.

He presses her against the elevator wall, hands skimming under the skirt of her dress, fingers brushes over the lace of her string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He knows that, because she’d flash him as she walked out of the bedroom and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. Had to hold himself back from bending her over the next horizontal surface and rip them apart, held himself back from driving his leaking cock deep into her wet heat.

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The Thrill Of It All

Pairing: Piercer!Dean x Reader

Summary: Much to her boyfriend’s dismay, Y/N makes a spur of the moment decision to get her nipples pierced; something she had wanted to do for a while. But what happens when the piercer is Dean Winchester? The very same green eyed bad boy whom she had a teeny tiny crush on in high school?

Warnings: Tension, pining, feelings, sexy Dean with tattoos and piercings, unprotected sex, semi-public setting, the room probably needs to be wiped down, comeplay, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 5,673

Beta’d by the amazing @winchest09​ <3

A/N: This was an idea that’s been on my list for forever. Have piercer!Dean because why not?

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“Oh, come on, you must be kidding me!” Emmanuel trails after Y/N. How she has not been able to shake him off yet, after having to take two trains to get where she is now is a mystery to her. He’s hot on her heels, trying to grab her attention by reaching out and wrapping his clammy fingers around her wrist. 

She whips around before shaking her arm, effectively ridding herself of his touch. Her face pulls into a scowl, and then she grits her teeth when she spits, “What I do with my body is none of your business. You’re not my keeper!”

“And who’s fault is that?” He spreads his arms, indignant. “It’s because you are too scared to be in a real relationship!”

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Sam, Y/N & Cas: *Singing happy birthday to Dean*

Dean: It was a bit pitchy but I'll let it slide.

Y/N: And you're a bit bitchy but we don't say it out loud because we're nice people.

Dean: ...Fair enough.

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include:

He's always touching you

When he was younger, it used to be his arm on your shoulders or around your waistline

And he'd grab your ass all the time (s1 Dean come back please)

As he grows old, it's usually more singele

A hand on your back as you walk, a squeeze on your hand/thigh under the table

He stops calling you sweetheart as your relationship gets more serious, optating for your nickname instead

He'll still call you sweetheart of he is being sarcastic or you two are fighting

You love to play with his hair

Sometimes, you are reading a book and he'll come around and lay his head on your lap

He looks at you when you aren't looking

Kissing his freckles

You like to grab his butt (he always jumps surprised)

And he slaps yours occasionally

Sam: Come on, don't you guys picture leaving this life one day?

Y/N: I can't see myself doing anything other than this.

Dean: You can't teach an old dog new tricks, Sammy. Especially if he's fucking good at the ol' ones.

Sam: Okay, I know but-- You both understand the life. You could settle down.

Dean: We have a house--

Sam: A bunker.

Dean: We have a house. We work. Sounds like a pretty settled down life.

Y/N: We are basically married in a hunter way.

Which gets the idea of marriage in Dean's head

You insist on the beach

Temple kisses

He allows you to steal his fries everytime

You can't cook, but Dean can

And you love his meals

You go jogging with Sam

You usually sit on Dean's lap a lot

He isn't complaining

If anything, the certain poking against your butt is pointing at anything but a complain

You don't wear his shirts daily, only after sex

Dean is so easily jealous

You read fanfics about the boys sometimes

Y/N: Wow, they really hate me.

Dean: Who?

Y/N: Your fans. But as far as I've read, they hate most women you guys get with.

You having a very serious discussion about who portray you and them in a movie about the Supernatural books

You actually love impala trips, but never cared much about driving

It's more about Dean driving with his hand on your thigh, and you enjoying the fast wind

You always sing Taylor Swift and AC/DC during these trips

And so does Dean, even though he will deny until his last death

You absolutely enjoy the restaurants you and the guys come across along the way, always choosing something to eat and to rate with Dean since your both have a list of the best cheap restaurants in the country

He never gets violent with you. Dean has his share of bursting out of anger, but not with you

Screaming of course, but then you'd too

He's used to let his angry through, but you have a sharper tongue that is like a gun

You two always make it up and work it out

Even if sometimes it's hard. Dean isn't much into talking about his emotion, and you're all about that.

You him massages after rough hunts

You hate guns, but you always get turned on as Dean picks one up

You also don't let him put one under your pillows because no thanks

Just a knife

He always goes for your touch

You started liking whiskey because his kisses tasted that

You and Dean love Halloween, unlike Sammy

MATCHING COSTUMES

Agreeing on not having kids because of the life

You weren't the motherly kind anyway

But you knew Dean was, which breaks your heart a bit

And makes you a little calmer as you two think you're pregnant

It was just a cheap burrito acting up

Thank God

And 4/10 on the Marcos's burritos for that

You always snuggle up to him

Dean isn't the most romantic guy in the world, and you like that

But when you two are alone in moments of vulnerability, he says certain things that have value for the rest of your life

And about sexy times: He's a boob man

Loves 69

New sexual experiences are always welcome

Roleplay? Yes, please

Just don't bring up pain

He will play sub or dom, anything to please you

Dean Winchester is his name, eating pussy is his game

He never forgets any special dates

You keep a calendar tbh

Back then he was still learning how to watch horror movies without being triggered for certain memories of the underworld, you used to pretend you were scared and hold him tight

He knows you weren't scared, you know he knows

It's good anyway, it helps

Anything with you always help to ease Dean's mind

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Enough, Dean/Reader, Explicit

Summary: When a hunt goes incredibly wrong and none of the victims is saved, Dean’s breakdown puts Y/N and Sam in danger. After coming back to the bunker Dean has to cope with the overwhelming feelings.

It’s a reader insert.

Warnings: angst, canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, vomiting, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Reader

No beta, sorry for mistakes, I tried my best to avoid them.

@roonyxx @deanwanddamons @winchest09 @memcjo I hope you won’t be angry that I tagged you <3 

Dean stumbled in the dark, trying to run through the forest. One of his hands was painfully squeezed by Sam, who was dragging his brother along, away from the massacre. Dean fell as his knees gave out and hit something hard and sharp, covered in mud, and now also in blood, rock. Y/N ran into him a little and immediately started tugging at his jacket.

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the sex scene || andrew garfield

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: being a new actress in the scene is hard enough, especially with sudden script changes. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: andrew garfield x fem!reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: as many as I please ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut

Holding the script in your hands felt unreal. Although it was just a supporting role you felt incredibly proud of yourself for pulling it off, but there was still a long way to go. Your screen test was with one of the casting crew since the actor who was cast for the main role had interviews scheduled for the day, and a million questions went through your head. What if you didn't get along? What if there just wasn't that chemistry that makes movie couples so special? What if you failed to connect and that got you kicked off the movie?

Just as tears of nervousness and stress brimmed in your eyes, you realized you were gripping the script so hard it had started to crumple.

"Oh God..." You sighed and flattened the paper on your table, as you messily wiped away the tears.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your room.

You mumbled a couple of curses as you tried to make yourself look presentable and opened the door.

"Good morning miss, I hope you slept well, Andrew has arrived to the set so the directors can see if you work well together."

"Right now!?" Your heart started racing and the nervousness that you had just calmed down from came back.

"Yes, since the shooting starts in two days they want to make sure you two work well together, if we wait any longer it will be harder to find a replacement for your role if you two don't get along in your roles."

Well there was a nice way to say 'we need to do it now 'cause if you fuck it up we have time to replace you'...

"Alright, could you just give me a second to change?"

The man nodded and informed you he'd be waiting at the reception for you.

"Shit, shit, shit."

You showered in record time and fixed yourself up as fast as possible to meet the man that was waiting for you, and once you found him, you two were off to the set. It was at a walking distance from the hotel you were staying in.

Every step you took seemed to fuel your stress and anxiety, and had you not been in public, you would have slapped yourself to calm down, but since there were people around, counting to 10 backwards would have to suffice.

The second you entered the room your eyes met with Andrew's, and he smiled at you. You smiled back, trying your hardest to hide how nervous you were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you!" You introduced yourself, and held out your hand.

Andrew immediarely stood up and shook your hand.

"I'm Andrew Garfield, it's a pleasure."

You took your seat and the director proceeded to explain to the both of you that you'd be doing an exercise, sort of like the screen test, to test your chemistry together as the main couple. The man indicated which scene you'd be playing and you both stood up to act it out.

"No need to be nervous." He whispered, as you two walked to the place where you'd be performing.

You smiled shyly, embarrassed that he'd picked up on your agitation, but happy he was actually really nice.

You took a deep breath, and did your job as best as you could. And it went a lot better than expected. Turns out that Andrew was really approachable and easy to work with, making it a lot better to get through. The director still had some tips and fixer-uppers, which you very much appreciated, and although it wasn't perfect, you were happy at how comfortable you had become by the end of the session.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, I hope you're not as nervous as you were..." Andrew told you, as he slipped on his jacket.

"I'm less nervous now, but I'm still very shaky 'cause this is my first time in the big screen. I've done some small roles but the vibe is a lot different right now."

Andrew nodded, as the both of you headed outside.

"It is pretty harsh, I remember my first time and I was just as nervous as you, but you'll do great. If you need anything you can always come to me!"

"Thank you so much! You've been so helpful, I'll make sure to buy you dinner after we shoot, if I'm not kicked off that is." You laughed.

Andrew laughed along.

"Don't say that! But hey," he stopped and pointed at you, with a cheeky smile on his face "I'll take you up on that offer!"

The man told you goodbye, as you went on your separate ways. Andrew had his own place on set since he'd be needed for a lot longer than you.

You hid your nose and mouth in your jacket, trying to warm your nose while simultaneously hiding the way you were smiling like an insane person, after the night had gone that well.

However, your happiness wouldn't last for long. The very next day you received a call from the directors about a script change. They told you you'd need to come by to pick up the new script, so they could discuss it with you and Andrew (since the scene they changed happened to be between the two of you).

Once you got there everyone was already sitting down, with the script in their hands. You greeted the men in the room and immediately sensed the discomfort in Andrew's voice. You found it strange, since you seemed to get along just fine the night before... Your tried to remain calm, however, and just took your seat.

But the reasoning of his uneasiness came rather sooner than later. The robust man handed you your new script.

"Well, Y/N, after yesterday we thought the scene wasn't enough, it was lacking a certain something that we saw would really get a good reaction of the spectators, and since you seemed to click so well we've decided to add a sex scene after the fight scene."

Ah, so that is why Andrew was so uneasy. You could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, searching for what your reaction would be. You gulped, trying to suppress all feeling rushing right into you at the moment, and smiled.

"Sounds good!"

It had to sound good, you were far too scared of losing your first decent role by objecting to a director decision.

"Alright, Andrew agreed as well, so we're all done here, tomorrow we'll start with that scene, since it will be a rather climax point in the movie we want to get it done first."

You nodded and left without another word.

"Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

You stopped and turned around, to find Andrew with a worried look.

"You alright?" He asked.

You smiled slightly and nodded.

"I'm okay."

There was an awkward silence, one of two people who knew the conversation was pointless. He knew you weren't okay, and you knew he was aware of your lies.

Andrew stepped in front of you.

"I know you're nervous, it's a big scene that just got bigger, with more feelings and emotions to act out, it's okay to feel nervous, it's the most normal thing in the world... Why don't we go over the scene tonight? I can come by your hotel and we can act it out."

You looked up at him.

"I don't want to bother you, you have weeks on end shooting scenes I don't wanna take up your last night of proper rest."

"It's okay, I was going to be up all night anyways, I can never sleep well before the first day of shooting, I'm always too anxious and excited." He told you.

You bit your lip, trying to hide how happy you were he offered to help you through it.

"So you really don't mind?"

"No ma'am." He replied with a smile.

You laughed at his goofy antics and nodded.

"Alright then, I'm in room 104B, come by whenever."

"I'll see you then!"

You waved goodbye to each other as you went your separate ways. The state of your room sent you into a slight panic. You had asked for the cleaning ladies to not clean your room since you had a bunch of things related to the movie around and you were afraid something would get leaked to the public if someone came in and saw those things. As a consequence, everything was everywhere. Clothes on the floor, papers all over every surface, makeup brushes sprawled on the sink counter and shoes and bags covering the floor. You continuously cursed yourself out as you cleaned your room and put everything in its place. You made the bed, folded the clothes neatly and put all the makeup in a proper bag.

By the time you were finished you were sweaty and hungry, so you made some 3 minute ramen on your room and took your sweet time taking a shower, so you'd at least be presentable when your co-star arrived.

You were blow-drying your hair when you heard a knock on the door.

"Shit- Just a second!"

You turned off the blow dryer and got dressed at the speed of light, you didn't expect him to come so soon, but then again, you might have taken a little too long cleaning up and lost track of time, with the dance breaks you took during a couple songs you played to help with the chore.

You opened the door, breathless, as soon as you were done.

"Hi! Sorry you had to wait I was... fixing myself."

"Oh no need to worry," he said, as you stepped away so he could come in "I didn't wait for long."

"You can take a seat, do you want anything to drink? I have tap water and tea made with tap water." You joked.

His laugh and smile were contagious, and you couldn't help but follow along as he giggled at your joke.

You sat in front of him, on the chairs by the big windows that showed the bright city underneath you, divided by a small circular table, where you placed your scripts. You had taken a little time to read it so you weren't unprepared when he came.

Andrew made sure to hit you with continuous small talk, to make you more comfortable with the scenario, and it worked very well.

By the time you started the scene, you were fully relaxed for the first time while holding those pages.

You started out by just reading the lines to each other, getting accustomed to it, and imagining the scene in your head. And you thought that was going to be it.

"Should we act it out now? Or do you want to read one more time just to make sure?"

You choked in the water and looked at him with big eyes.

"Act it... out?"

"Yeah I mean I thought that was the point? Acting it out is sort of the hardest part, trying not to look awkward on camera. But if you don't feel comfortable that's totally fine! I can help you out tomorrow when we shoot."

You looked away and chewed on your bottom lip as you thought. It should be a no-brainer really, but you weren't mentally ready for a fake sex scene with a man that good-looking, alone. If you made a fool out of yourself it would give you a couple sleepless nights, but you figured it was better to look like an asshat for one person only.

"Alright, let's do this. But please take the lead and tell me what to do."

Andrew set down the script on the table and stood up.

"Let's take it from the end of the fight scene, 'cause you have that one down really well."

You blushed slightly at the compliment.

"Alright so we end looking at each other angrily, and then I'll push you against the wall, alright?"

"Okay, let's do this."

You took a deep breath and shook out all the nervousness, as you got into character.

"So you can go fuck yourself!" You yelled the last line of your character and stared daggers at Andrew as he looked at you with the same intensity.

Just as promised, he gripped your hips and pushed you against the wall. The man inspected the way your body stood, and his hand crept down until it settled on the small of your back. He pulled you towards him softly yet confidently.

"Try to arch your back on this part, the closer our bodies are the better." He whispered.

His hand went back to holding your waist and your body maintained the shape he had carved, when his lips finally took yours, you were surprised at how passionately he kissed. Andrew had the sensation of someone who was incapable of being rough, but there he was, handling you like you were his puppet, and for a second you wished it wasn't all fake.

You instinctively pressed your crotch against his, and Andrew had to suppress a couple sounds that threatened to leave his throat. It wasn't his first sex scene, but the fact that you two were practicing alone, touching each other so intimately alone made him feel something else.

His fingers trailed up your body, from your waist to your hips. They went under your shirt, and his touch on your skin made your hand grip his hair a little harder. With one movement, Andrew removed your shirt, and his lips grazed your neck.

"Keep your back arched, lean your head against the wall, and make sure you don't cover your chest with your arms." The man whispered once more, before his lips left a wet trail of kisses down your jaw, kissing and sucking on some spots on your neck, hard enough so you'd feel it, but soft enough as to not leave a mark.

It was insanely hard not to say 'fuck it' and beg him to do it harder, but you maintained calm. His lips trailed back up and caught yours in a passionate, sinful kiss that would have you dreaming with him that night.

His hands held your ass, and he gave you a little pat as a signal, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he could carry you into bed.

Andrew laid you down quite harshly, then muttering a small 'sorry' in your ear.

He bent your legs and spread them apart so he could settle between them. The man glued his body to yours, your lips almost touching.

"Your thighs," he started, running his hands up your legs slowly "need to be covering our crotches to mask the fact that we won't actually be... well, fucking." He blushed a little as he said those words.

He kept straight eye contact as his hips moved steadily against yours.

Suddenly, you felt something hard against your crotch, and then Andrew stopped moving.

"Ah, shit... Sorry, that's... That's awkward."

He looked away for a second, unsure of what to do. A shot of adrenaline suddenly ran through your body, and in an unknown moment of bravery, you held his chin and made him kiss you again. Andrew gripped your thighs as he deepened the kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair and for the first time you didn't have to hold back.

Your fingers trailed down his body, and hooked around the hem of his shirt. The man got the message and immediately removed it. He looked into your eyes as you admired his physique. His tongue explored your mouth once more, as your hands grew more and more curious.

You undid the button of his jeans and slid one hand inside, earning a breathy moan from the contact of your hand against his boner. You teased him a little by squeezing his hardened member.

"I'll make you regret that, darling." He whispered in your ear.

His hand slid inside your underwear so fast you only noticed it when his fingers teased at your entrance.

"This wet? Already?" Andrew whispered, before kissing the spot right below your ear.

One finger entered you, followed by a second one right after, and then a third, stretching you out just enough.

You were trying not to be loud, and he could tell.

"None of that princess, I wanna hear you." He demanded, keeping a steady grip on your neck.

That was your kryptonite, and moans left your mouth non-stop. You were so drunk in pleasure from his fingers you didn't even notice him getting rid of the rest of his clothes. That is, until he pulled his fingers out.

"Open wide."

He placed his fingers by your mouth, which you gladly took and licked clean, never breaking eye contact.

"Good girl."

You winked at the man, and his soft side was brought up once more as he blushed, looked away and smiled slightly.

"Are you ready?" He then asked, his tip by your entrance.

You gripped the sheets and nodded as a response. Once he had your permission he didn't take it slow, he rammed inside of you, and a scream-like moan left your lips.

His hips snapped against yours almost melodically and you gripped his biceps for dear life.

"S-shit you're so good-" You moaned out.

He desperately tried to hide his blush every time but to no use. Your eyes were focused on his pleasure-filled face.

You clenched around him, and a string of curses left his mouth as Andrew tried his best not to cum yet.

"You're doing s-so good, y-you feel so good princess."

The praises sent you closer and closer to the edge, and as he hit just the right spot multiple times, your walls tightened around him and you came with a cry for his name. You didn't have time to ride out your orgasm, as the feeling of you and the way you moaned his name threw Andrew over the edge, and he pulled out, staining your body with hot spurts of cum.

Your foreheads rested against each other as you tried to catch your breaths.

"So... Are we doing it like this tomorrow?"

Andrew smiled and kissed you softly, tucking a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"If you want to, I don't mind."

Hell’s Princess

Words: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding And Choking, Angry Sex, Swearing, Name Calling, Fingering, Hair Pulling…. Think that’s it.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Crowley

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’re sick of following your fathers ridiculous rules, so you decide to find out what his obsession with his favourite Winchester is all about.

A/N: Thank you once again to my amazing Beta, @negans-lucille-tblr

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted so I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think! :)

You stomp your way back to your bedroom, anger coursing through every cell in your body as you wish to be anywhere but here, anywhere that isn’t near him. You slam the door as soon as you’re inside, well aware that he’s hot on your heels. A fact made even clearer by the fist thumping harshly against the door. Unfortunately your powers still aren’t a match for his, at least not yet, that was the problem with having a human mother. After all, being the king of hell came with certain perks, and before you know it your door is flying back against the wall, and splintering into a thousand pieces.

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How it all Began

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda and R's first time

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cheating, choking

a/n: just want to thank the anon for putting this into my brain in the first place!

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When you got home you heard muffled voices in the distance and you figured Wanda was still up watching tv. Like many times before, you felt yourself gravitating towards her. She was on the couch watching a sitcom and her faint chuckles brought a smile to your face.

“Should have known it would be dick van dyke.”

“Hey, milaya.” She mumbled, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your father,” She sighed, shaking her head as she turned her attention back to the screen, “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

She clearly wasn’t but she didn’t have to tell you what he did to make her upset. You already knew from all the times in the past with your mother. It was one of the many reasons you couldn’t fathom why he remarried in the first place. He never made time for her and it looks like he didn’t plan on changing his ways for Wanda.

You walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to search for a red wine that you knew she enjoyed. You grabbed two glasses, popped it open, and sat beside her on the couch.

“Sleeping at the office again?” You asked, pouring a glass for each of you.

You watched as she raised it to her lips, humming as she took the first sip. Her eyes met yours, making butterflies flutter in your chest that over time you could only associate with the redhead. You decide to take a sip of your own, needing to calm your anxiety.

“It’s the fourth time this week.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“How do I deserve to be treated?” She whispered.

Her eyes searched yours and you sucked in a break taking a longer sip. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you knew they should stay there, buried deep in the far corner of your mind that held space for the woman beside you.

“Tell me, please?” She asked, reaching out to hold your wrist.

Her hand was soft and grounding as it shifted to meld with your own. It gave you the courage to say what’s been on your mind since you’ve gotten to know her.

“You deserve to be treated with respect, first and foremost. You deserve someone who cares to listen to you and wants to hear about your day. Someone who doesn’t just tell you but shows you how important you are to them. You deserve to be with someone who wants to spend every moment they can with you because you make their day better and brighter.”

You paused taking a shaky breath as her green eyes held a look you couldn’t name. Her lips parted slightly but she stayed silent as you gazed at her. You were the only one who really got to see her like this, hair messy and unkept as her curls stuck out every which way. Not a single trace of makeup which you preferred, because you loved seeing her freckles paint her face.

“Not a day should go by where you aren’t told how beautiful you are.” You confessed.

Her cheeks were tinted pink and you wondered if it was because of what you said or the wine. You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your own. The rest of the red liquid swished inside your glass and you downed it in one go needing another. Her thumb brushed over the back of your hand and you cautiously looked at her hoping you hadn’t over stepped.

“Carol is a lucky girl.” She said, finishing her wine.

“What do you mean?”

She let go of your hand and reached for the bottle. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she poured you both another glass.

“What you said just now. I hope that’s the way you treat her.” She said, but her voice was clipped as she hid her gaze in the contents of her glass.

You grew more confused as you watched her disgruntled emotions flicker across her face.

“Wanda. I’m not dating Carol.” You said, and tried to search your mind as to why the thought bothered her so much.

“You aren’t?” She asked, tilting her head. “She’s always touching you, milaya.”

“She’s a touchy person.” You countered.

“She likes you.”

You sighed knowing that was a fact but your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You were too busy being completely infatuated by the one person you could absolutely not have.

“I don’t like her, not in that way.”

“Natasha then?” She asked, tapping the side of her glass.

You tried to figure out why she all of a sudden was interested in your dating life. You didn’t expect much of a reaction when you told her what she deserved, knowing Wanda could keep her thoughts close to her chest, but you didn’t expect it to make her pry. You suddenly realized you might know the reason, and you wondered just how many other crappy men Wanda has dated in the past.

“Those words were for you, Wanda. Not anyone else.”

She pursed her lips, running her hands through her curls.

“I don’t like the way she touches you.”

She spoke so softly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. You wondered if she even meant to say it out loud.

Your heart sped up slightly at her confession. You tried to rationalize why and figured she was just looking out for you. She was your stepmom after all, but there was something burning in the back of your mind that told you it might be more than that. Maybe you just hoped, either way you wanted to hear it from her.

“Why?” You pried and set your glass down.

Wanda copied your movements and turned to face you. She reached out to you and your stomach flipped as she cupped your cheek.

“She doesn’t respect boundaries.” She mumbled and the pads of her fingers tightened slightly.

“Are you trying to defend my honor?” You smirked.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head pulling away but you grabbed her wrist wanting to feel her still.

“I should be the last person trying to defend your honor.” She chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Y/n.” She said, standing up.

You quirked your brow and stood, blocking her exit.

“Wanda, what did you mean by that?”

You could hear her breath hitch and if you were one step closer you would have been able to feel it on your lips. The thought alone made a shiver run down your spine.

“Y/n, I-

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered to your lips. You bit yours subconsciously as your eyes flickered down to hers and before you could utter a word her hand was tangled in your hair pulling you flush against her.

A moan ripped from your throat as her soft lips pressed against yours. She licked your bottom lip and you parted them needing to feel every part of her that you could. Whimpers and moans were muffled between you two as the kiss deepened and every voice that told you this was a bad idea was silenced as she explored your mouth. The faint taste of wine and something that was uniquely hers made your head spin as you tried to keep up. You’ve dreamt of this more times than you could count, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Wanda groaned breaking the kiss and her forehead met yours as you both panted to refill your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, It-

“It was a mistake.” She choked out, stepping away from you.

You nodded vigorously, trying to calm your racing heart, and took a step back as well needing more distance so you wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, a mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

“Agreed.”

You felt trapped in her stare. Completely lost in the woman before you and the lust that swam in her eyes. You knew yours reflected the same and your hands twitched wanting to reach out. She took a step forward but before she could touch you, your phone rang making her stop where she stood. You sighed looking down to see Carol’s name across the screen.

“I should - um.” You stammered and chewed your bottom lip as Wanda’s eyes hardened, looking away from you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She mumbled and briskly walked out of the room.

You huffed sinking down onto the couch and decided to call her back later. The last thing you wanted was to pretend you felt anything other than what you did right now. It was without a doubt the best kiss of your life but it couldn’t happen again. She was married to your father, she couldn’t be yours. You chanted that mantra in your head so that your heart would accept it but it only made you feel like shit. You put your phone on silent and went to your room knowing sleep wouldn’t come easy to you tonight.

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You tossed and turned frustrated beyond belief. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get Wanda out of your mind. You turned on the lamp, casting your room in a soft glow, and took out your phone. Notifications from Natasha and Carol stared back at you. You sighed reading as they tried to talk you into going out tonight before eventually giving up, and wishing you a good night. You sent them both back a reply and scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

You were growing restless and bored thinking it might be a good idea to try sleeping again. Just as you were about to turn off your light, your door opened revealing Wanda on the other side in nothing but her nightgown. You’ve never seen her without her robe and it left nothing to the imagination.

“Talking to Carol?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“You really don’t like her do you?”

You tried not to focus on the way the fabric rode up her thigh and how soft her skin looked. Never in a million years would you understand how your father preferred sleeping in his office and not beside her.

“I already told you. I don’t like the way she touches you.” She said, running the pads of her fingers along your thigh. “Her hands stay glued to your body. It pisses me off.”

You swallowed thickly as her nails dug in slightly, causing a steady pulse to beat between your thighs.

“Hmm, seems like the pot calling the kettle here.”

“Maybe, but you like it when I touch you, milaya.” She said, watching as goosebumps trailed after her fingertips. “I know for a fact you don’t like it when she does, and that was before you told me you weren’t together.”

Her hand met your inner thigh and you sucked in a breath as she traced along the edges of your shorts. She licked her bottom lip, raising her hand higher and you reached out to stop her as the heat between your thighs became too much.

“Wanda. You’re not helping with the whole ‘it can’t happen again’ thing.” You whispered.

She kept it still, flexing her fingers as she raised her free hand to cup your cheek.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how your lips felt on mine.” She mumbled, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip.

“Neither can I.”

Your phone lit up beside you and Wanda narrowed her eyes as you reached for it.

“Leave it.”

“That would be rude.” You teased.

Wanda growled tangling her hand in your hair, and crashed her lips on yours. You moaned as she took over the kiss, nipping your bottom lip as she sucked it between her teeth. Her hand raised to your chest, pushing you down against the bed as she straddled you.

“I said, leave it.” She growled against your lips.

You nodded chasing after them, loving the sound of her whimper as you slipped your hands underneath her nightgown. Her tongue flicked against yours and you tightened your hold on her waist running them down her sides. You cupped her ass in your hands, squeezing the way you’ve always wanted and the heat between your thighs burned as she parted her lips to let out a sinful moan.

‘Fuck, detka. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She said, kissing the side of your jaw as she trailed them down to your neck.

“How long?” You whimpered as her teeth scraped against your pulse.

“The moment we met. I touched myself to the thought of you the second your father went to sleep.”

Your breath hitched as warm heat pooled in your underwear from her confession. Her thigh slipped between your legs and you sighed at the tiny bit of relief it gave on your throbbing clit.

“You were so cute in that little black dress. All I could think about was ripping it off you,” She husked, moving her hips to thrust against you. “When you acted like a brat, all I wanted was to bend you over my knee.”

“Wanda, fuck.” You moaned, raising your hips to meet her thrusts as she sucked your lobe between her teeth.

“I came so hard, milaya. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go to your room that night and every night since.”

“I wish you would have.” You panted, as she leaned back and smirked down at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t a brat because I didn’t like you. I was - I was jealous.” You huffed, biting your lip.

Wanda’s hooded eyes flickered down to the movement. Her thumb pulled it from between your teeth, and you whimpered as she pushed it past your lips and into your mouth.

“My poor, baby. Wanted me all to yourself?”

You nodded, feeling your walls clench around nothing as she pressed it against your tongue. You whined against her thumb needing her to touch you and she pulled it out, chuckling as she ran it over your lip.

‘What do you need, baby?”

“You, just - please.” You whimpered.

She lifted her thigh, sinking her hand in between to cup your center.

“You’re leaking through your shorts, baby. Get this wet for anyone else?” She asked, pushing her thumb against your clit.

“N-no.”

She hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth before lowering down to place one against your chest. She pulled down your shirt, running her lips against the swell of your breast. She smirked as you shivered and sucked hard, humming as you pushed against her hand.

“Please, Wanda.”

“Patience, babygirl. I want this off.” She said, pulling against the fabric.

You whined as her hand left your center and sat up fast ripping it off you. She pushed you back down and her lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple. She ran her tongue over it, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“So sensitive.” She teased, scraping her teeth against it before sucking hard and letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this.” She pulled your shorts down your thighs and you raised your hips, blushing as she threw them to the floor and spread your legs.

“So wet, milaya. Is this all for me?” She cooed, rubbing the wetness coating your skin.

“Yes, all for you. Please I need you.”

She chuckled brushing her fingers against your folds, teasing you as she spread them apart.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. Has that touchy little cunt ever touched you here?” She asked, circling your clit.

You moaned shaking your head as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t lie to me.” She growled, smacking your clit.

“Shit! She hasn’t I promise.” You whined.

Her hand wrapped around your throat and you whimpered as she squeezed.

“And she never will. This pussy is mine now, do you understand baby girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

Her lips parted and you blushed not having time to take it back as she thrusts her fingers inside your pussy without warning.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, detka. Mommy wants to hear how good she’s making you feel.” She growled, curling them against your walls.

“So good.” Your head flew back as she spread them inside you, the slight sting made a high pitched moan rip from your throat as she fucked them deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

“So tight, malyshka. Mommy’s going to have so much fun stretching you out with her cock.”

You moaned chasing her fingers, the coil in your lower belly tightened and you knew you weren't going to last. The thought of her fucking you with her strap made your walls flutter and your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

“Someone likes that idea.” She smirked, twisting, and curling until she found the spot she was looking for. Your back arched as you let out a cry, and she pounded them harder, curling against the spot with every thrust.

“Mommy please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Go ahead, detka. Cum for mommy.” She smirked.

You had no time to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as your walls clamped down around her fingers. You moaned her name as your body spasmed underneath her.

“So pretty when you cum.” She husked, “Mommy wants to see it again.”

You choked on your moans as she pushed another finger past your center. Tears threatened to spring from your eyes as she stretched you open, scraping her fingers against your aching walls. You pushed against her hand but she grabbed it tight, pinning it to the bed as she fucked into you harder.

“You can take it, malyshka.” She groaned. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Mommy. I'll b'good."

She kissed the column of your throat, smirking as you bucked your hips uncontrollably against her.

“That’s it, fuck mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered at her praise, digging your nails into her shoulders as tears flowed down the sides of your face. Nothing’s ever felt this good and you had a feeling nothing ever would again.

“Taking me so well, detka. You feel so good.”

“I - fuck!”

Her thumb flicked your clit, pressing hard against it as she spread your cum around the swollen nub. Wanda smirked feeling your walls tighten around her and flicked it again as you cried out.

“You want to cum for me? Gonna soak mommy’s fingers?

“Yes s’close.”

“Give mommy your cum.”

You choked on your moans running your nails down her back as she bit down hard on your neck, sucking the skin between her lips. White heat spread throughout your body as you came harder than you ever have. Your cum flowed onto her hand, running down her wrist. You whimpered as she pulled back, watching as your clit twitched and more cum dribbled out onto her fingers.

“Shit, Y/n.” She groaned, slowly pulling out only to thrust back inside as your walls twitched around her. “Your pussy's drooling, malysh. So swollen and puffy.”

She leaned down, kissing your lips chastely slowly thrusting as she moved down your body. You whimpered as she sucked your nipple, scrapping her teeth against it, making you hiss and buck as she bit down. She looked up at you through hooded eyes and you sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out.

“Clean off your mess, detka.”

You opened your mouth as her fingers traced your bottom lip. You flushed at how drenched they were, sucking them into your mouth as you moaned at your taste. Wanda whimpered, pushing them deeper as you licked them clean.

“So good for me." She whispered, pulling them out.

She sucked marks into your flesh making her way down to your hips. You moaned as she flicked her tongue on your lower belly, and placed a soft kiss as your muscles twitched.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She hummed, spreading your thighs wide as she leaned down to kiss your clit. “all mine.”

“Mommy.”

“Hush, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

She sucked the aching nub between her lips, holding you down as you squirmed. She let it go with a pop, licking hungrily through your folds. She moaned against you, sucking your lower lips before lowering her tongue, licking against your hole.

“Mommy please, too much.” You whimpered as green eyes met yours sharply.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, detka. Now be a good girl and fuck mommy’s face.”

You groaned as she pushed the tip of her tongue slowly inside your pussy, tightening her hold on your thighs as she sunk her entire length inside you.

“Oh shit.”

Your hands tangled in her hair as you bucked your hips, crying out as she curled her tongue. She trailed her hand up your front, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple between her fingers as she bobbed her head.

“Oh go, oh fuck.”

You lost your rhythm, thrashing your hips getting lost in the pleasure of her being between your legs. It became too much when she tugged your nipple and curled her tongue in time with your thrust. Your walls clamped down painfully and you came with a cry as she moaned against you.

You sank into the mattress, panting as sweat dripped down your brow. She pulled out slowly and you opened your eyes, whimpering as she kitten licked your pussy, drinking every last drop.

“Too much, please mommy s’too much.”

She chuckled and kissed your clit once more before crawling up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin.

“Fucking delicious, detka.”

She nipped your bottom lip, parting your lips with her tongue. You moaned tasting yourself as she deepened the kiss, lightly squeezing your throat. You tugged against her nightgown wanting it off but she smacked your hand away

“Off.” You whined.

“Is that any way to ask?” She said, quirking her brow.

“I'm sorry. Please, mommy. Let me see you.”

"Ok, malysh." She said, shifting against you as she straddled your hips. She held the fabric in her hands, slowly raising it above her head.

Your mouth watered as every inch of her was revealed and you reached out holding her sides not able to help yourself. She smirked grabbing your hand and you thought she was going to smack it away again.

"Don't pout, baby. Don't you want to touch your mommy?" She cooed.

“Yes, I want to touch you, Please mommy.”

She chuckled darkly and rose it slowly to her breast. You squeezed her flesh in your hand and your breath hitched as she let out a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against you, and your mouth grew dry feeling her wetness spread over your mound.

"So wet." You whispered.

"I'm always wet for you detka." She moaned.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she grabbed your other hand lowering it between her thighs. She raised slightly and you cupped her center feeling exactly how wet she was as she leaked into the palm of your hand.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” She husked.

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and glided your fingers through her drenched folds.

"Don't make me wait. I've waited long enough."

The needy whimper that fell from your lips made your cheeks flush, and you sank two fingers inside her center. Your moans blended together as you pushed in deeper, twisting them to feel every inch of her. You could have came from the feeling alone.

“Mmm, fuck detka.”

You clenched your thighs, as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You thrust deep, in awe as her head flew back.

"Fuck." You choked out.

You sat up suddenly, wanting to fuck her like you've been wanting to, and flipped her around pushing her back against the mattress. Her gasp was cut off by a throaty moan as you added another finger, curling them as you fucked them hard inside of her. Her walls fluttered and you leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as your thumb met her clit. She raised her hips pushing you in deeper and you bit her bottom lip pulling away as she grabbed your throat.

“Just like that, malyshka. Fuck mommy.”

You doubled your efforts, wrapping her leg around your waist as she rolled her hips faster and scrunched her face in pleasure. You almost couldn’t believe you were seeing her like this. You watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced with every thrust you made and your walls clamped painfully around nothing as she raised her hand to touch them. Her nipple rested between her fingers as she pinched and pulled, as you pounded into her with everything you had.

“Shit, so good, fuck.”

You twisted your fingers smirking when you pressed against her walls making her cry out as you found the spot that reduced her to nothing but moans. Her grip on your throat fell to your shoulder as her walls tightened and fluttered around you.

“You gonna cum for me mommy? Cum on your babygirls fingers?"

“Yes, don’t stop. Harder detka. Fuck mommy harder.”

You leaned down kissing her flushed chest as her hips lost their rhythm. You ignored the strain in your muscles and pounded harder inside her as guttural moans ripped from her throat. Your name fell from her lips in a chant and you watched completely spellbound as her face twisted and she came with a cry on her lips. You slowed down your thrust but kept them hard, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Shit, detka.” She panted, pushing against your wrist.

“That good?” You smirked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and smacked your ass.

“Yes, Y/n. That good.”

You cupped her breast loving the weight of them in your hands. She smiled up at you as you bit your lip and swiped your thumb softly against the hard nub.

"Will you stay?" You whispered.

"Yes, detka. We have all night." She said, grabbing your hips.

“Technically we have all morning too. He won’t be back until noon.”

“Hmmm, if we’re lucky he’ll choose to sleep in the office again.” She smirked, moving you against her in a steady rhythm. You sucked in a breath when your clit dragged against her stomach.

"Mommy, no more." You gasped.

“Don’t be like that, baby. Mommy wants to play with you some more.”

“I’m still sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You pulled back in a daze, slowly thrusting your hips as she moved her lips against yours.

“Remind me, detka. Were you talking to Carol or Natasha when you said you wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk?”

“How did you-

“You leave your door open when you’re on the phone. Now be a good girl, and ride mommy’s fingers.” She growled, sinking three fingers into your twitching heat.

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The reader hasn’t seen Dean since she left the brothers after he took the Mark. But when she happens to run into him at a bar in North Dakota, he’s not the same man she remembered.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4568

Warnings: explicit sexual content, degrading, language, daddy kink, choking, spanking, face-fucking, praise kink

Prompt: “We going to fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.”

A/N: hello ! this is my submission for @ejlovespie​ 500 followers challenge! i am so glad that i was able to participate and i wish all the best to ej as she continues to be an AMAZING writer 

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

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21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

Princess

Characters: Dean x Reader, Shawn (OFC), Sam

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: HERE BE THE SMUT (18+ only! - bondage, toys, some dom/sub, orgasm denial)

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The latch clicks shut as you step down the bunker stairs, carrying a large box of relics you found on your hunt. After a few days of tracking down cursed objects, you and Shawn — one of the Apocalypse-world refugees you’d helped rescue — are finally back home. You’re laughing at something Shawn said, a dumb joke he heard long ago in his home world. The sounds reach the ears of a certain green-eyed hunter with whom you had a rather loud argument not long ago.

Dean sits alone in the library. He knew you’d be coming back today since Shawn had checked in with Sam earlier in the day. When you told him you’d be leaving on a hunt with one of the newbies, he was sure you were kidding, trying out some play on him so he’d be forced to beg forgiveness for the things he said during the argument. It wasn’t until he’d heard the door close, until he ran into Sam and asked about the hunt only to be told it was real, until you texted him a single “K” in response to his voicemail detailing his anger and displeasure at your leaving with another hunter, another man; that was when he realized just how far you were willing to go to prove a point to him. To prove that while you are his girlfriend, outside of the bedroom you are not his property.

“That was kind of fun, we should do this again soon,” says Shawn as you place the box on the war table. You simply nod politely, suddenly aware of a presence nearby burning holes through your skull. Shawn smiles until he looks up to the library, he waves awkwardly and walks off towards the dorms, leaving you alone with your likely-very-pissed-off boyfriend.

Turning around, you see Dean sitting in one of the library chairs, drink in hand and a look in his eyes that makes the monsters you hunt seem like puppies and kittens. Walking up the steps, you take a deep breath, knowing you’re in for it. During the first two days of your hunt with Shawn, Dean had sent at least ten voicemails and many more texts demanding you call back. After the third day, it was radio silence. The lack of contact with Dean made you see just how petty the argument you had was and you felt remorse eating at you, though not enough to call and apologize. One of your biggest flaws has always been your pride. You know it, and so does he. Besides, if he really wanted to talk and fix things he would’ve come after you… right?

“Hey,” you smile sheepishly.

Dean says nothing, simply continues to stare you up and down. The way his eyes roam your body suddenly makes you feel exposed, in a way that only Dean knows how to. There is anger in his eyes, of course — a seething rage at your behavior during the last couple days. But just beneath that, you can see a hunger. You know this hunger, this need coming from deep within him, very well. It’s the same hunger you feel whenever you see him after having not done so in days.

Yes, you’re in for it. But not in the way you thought you would be.

Taking a few steps towards him, your lips curl in a small smile, confident that Dean will give in to his desires very easily, thus sparing you from a night of yelling and guilt. As you move closer, Dean lifts a single finger in the hand still holding his drink, making you stop in your tracks.

“De?” you question.

“Bedroom,” he commands, standing up to refill his whiskey tumbler. With his back to you, he continues, “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Yes, sir.” You turn with a small smile on your lips. You love when Dean brings out that other side of him, the dominant part of him that has the ability to turn you into putty before his feet. Having forgotten the fact that you’d been expecting a fight of some kind, you enter the bedroom and get ready for Dean.

Though he hadn’t been specific, from the tone of his voice you know exactly what he’s expecting once he reaches the room. You rid yourself of your clothing, all except for your panties, making sure to put everything away neatly. Once done, you kneel in front of the bed, facing the door, hands resting on your bare thighs, head down. A soft breeze runs through the room as the door opens, causing goosebumps to erupt throughout your body. Not daring to look up until you are told, you wait for Dean to stop in front of you. You can hear him shuffling through the room, going to the side of the bed where a soft clink piques your interest. You’re tempted to turn and see just what Dean could be doing but you fight the urge to do so. Finally, after a few minutes of ignoring you, he comes to stand in front of you, his boots now visible by your knees.

“You know, while you were gone, I heard something rather… interesting about the kid you left with, Shawn is it?” Dean asks as he begins to pace in front of you.

“Yes,” you reply, eyes following his boots going back and forth.

Dean stops and you feel fingers snake through your hair as he grabs it and pulls, making you look up to him, “yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you hiss, the sudden pain taking you by surprise.

Pushing your head back down, he continues, “thought so. Anyway, word around the bunker is, the guy has some sort of crush on you. Apparently, ever since you saved him from those angels back in their world, he thinks you’re his guardian angel or somethin’. Did you know that?”

“No, sir,” you lie. Of course you know. In fact, it was one of the reasons you chose him to accompany you on the hunt a few days ago. You’d been so desperate to prove to Dean how independent from him you are, that you chose the one man in the bunker you were sure Dean would feel even slightly threatened by. But, knowing Dean, you’re not going to admit such a thing, especially since you realized your mistake immediately after leaving with Shawn. He’d been so smitten with you throughout the entire hunt that by the end of it, you were beginning to really dislike him, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to admit that to Dean.

“Get up,” Dean commands. You obey immediately, standing in front of him though still keeping your head down as he hasn’t given permission for you to look at him. Reaching up, his fingers grip your chin lightly and guide your head up. Looking you straight in the eye, Dean smiles deviously, “on all fours on the bed, now.”

Nodding, you turn and place yourself on the bed as instructed. Anticipation runs through your body, slick beginning to pool in your panties. You feel the bed dip on your side, the feather-light touch of fingers tracing a path down your spine. A soft moan escapes your lips, quickly followed by a surprised yelp as the fingers disappear and a hand suddenly makes contact with your thinly-clothed ass.

“Princess,” says Dean in a low voice as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls, his other hand delivering another slap to your ass. “I’m only going to ask one,” slap, “more,” slap, “time,” slap, “did you know about Shawn’s crush on you when you decided to go on a hunt with him?”

No point in lying now “I did, sir.”

Dean lets go of your hair, pushing your head down harshly. A fear begins to settle in your stomach as you feel him push off the bed and you begin to think you may have truly fucked up, until he reappears at your side, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling it to the corner of the bed. Unwilling to make matters worse, you simply let yourself be guided as Dean ties your wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame. He tightens each strap until you’re fully spread on the mattress, every part of you completely exposed to him, your face pressed against the soft surface of the comforter.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Princess. And bad girls need to be punished, ain’t that right?” You can hear his voice as he circles the bed, but being tied face down annoyingly limits your ability to see him.

You’re so focused on trying to find a comfortable angle for your neck that you completely forget to respond to his question, to which he reacts by landing another smack to the now-raw and reddened flesh of your ass, “I said, ain’t that right?”

“That’s right, sir,” you whimper.

“Good,” Dean smiles. “Now, I’m sure you did your best to let the kid down easy, but I’m thinking we can do better here. You know, really help him understand who you belong to.”

You’re about to ask what he has in mind when you hear the faint sounds of vibrating behind you. You know this sound well, it brings back memories to those times Dean would leave on hunts for days, leaving you no choice but to take care of your needs in other ways. You feel the bed dip beneath you, the buzzing of the vibrator closer and closer to your core. Your breathing begins to pick up, excitement coursing through your veins as Dean’s fingers move the soaked fabric covering your modesty aside, exposing your wet heat to the air and to his will. For a moment, time stills. Your breathing evens as you lay silently, body eagerly waiting for his touch.

The second the vibrator comes into contact with your clit, a loud moan escapes your lips. You hear Dean chuckle, “so wet and needy. Aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whimper as the vibrations intensify.

“Now, just for tonight, I don’t want you to call me sir,” he says. “I want to hear you say my name, loud and clear for everyone outside this door to hear, understand?”

“Yes, Dean,” you close your eyes as the toy between your legs changes pattern. Instead of one continuous vibration, there are now multiple small ones. Each vibration against your core is short, yet increasing in intensity.

“Good girl.” You can almost hear the smirk on Dean’s face. Normally, out of courtesy for your bunker-mates, you try to be quiet during your sessions with Dean — not that you’re always successful. But tonight, you know he wants you to be loud, wants to make sure everyone in the bunker knows exactly what’s happening in this bedroom. In a way, not having to worry about volume control is exhilarating. You can fully concentrate on the wonderful, albeit frustratingly short, vibrations against your core. You can get lost in the way Dean’s hand rubs and squeezes the globes of your ass, while teasing you with the toy in his other hand.

Your moans continue to grow louder as he changes the patterns without warning. Each time driving you dangerously close to the edge, though not quite there. After a few minutes, you’re a mess. Strands of hair stick to the sweat on your forehead, there is a light stain on the comforter next to you where the moisture of your breaths crashes against the fabric.

“Dean!” you whine as he changes the pattern yet again, diverting your soon-coming release, “please.”

“Please what, Princess?”

“Please, let me cum.”

His reply is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing close by, the vibrations stop as he steps away from you and you groan against the bed in frustration. “Quiet,” he commands before answering the call, “yeah?”

You don’t know who is calling, or why, but by the way Dean is replying you can tell he’s unhappy about the interruption.

“Alright, I’ll be right out.” You hear the phone hit the table in the corner of the room and you wonder what just happened.

“Dean? Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Don’t worry about that, Princess. Now, I’m gonna step out for a moment. Remember, I want to hear you say my name.” His statement confuses you until you feel a coldness against your core, this time the device feels different. He rubs it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before slowly inserting the toy in your dripping cunt.

“Oh, God,” you groan. The toy takes you by surprise but that soon turns to pleasure as it stretches your walls, sitting inside just how Dean wants it to be. He waits a moment, letting your body adjust to it before you feel soft vibrations, this time on the inside. You moan softly, pulling at the straps on your ankles as your legs instinctively attempt to close.

“I better hear you out there, Princess.” You hear the door open and shut, and you realize the bastard has left you in here by yourself, tied to the bed, helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through you as the vibration in your pussy begins to pick up in speed and intensity. You’re hesitant, at first, but you soon realize the idea of Dean hearing you scream his name while being with others out there is by far one of the sexiest things you’ve ever done.

Dean smirked to himself as he stepped into the library, where Sam and a couple of the newbies, including Shawn, were waiting. Having his room fairly close to the area, he knew there was a good chance he, and the other men, would be within earshot of Y/N in his room —if she followed his directions properly, which he knew she would.

Nodding at the hunters as he took a seat next to Sam at one of the tables, Dean took his phone out of his pocket and opened the app with which he’d be able to remotely control the vibrator he’d placed in Y/N’s deliciously soaked pussy just before he left. Sam began talking about some plan to hit a large vamp’s nest a couple states over, but Dean had soon stopped paying attention as he chose one of his favorite settings on the toy, the one he knew would bring his Princess to the edge over and over again.

It didn’t take long for the setting to take effect.

“I’m thinking we go in two teams, Dean and I will -” Sam suddenly stopped talking as they all heard a loud, distorted scream coming from nearby. The sound was unmistakable.

“Dean!” It was Y/N’s voice. Clear as a bell, she was moaning and screaming his name repeatedly. The corner of Dean’s lips lifted in a smirk as Sam realized what was happening and gave him the bitchiest bitch face he could possibly muster.

“So,” Dean cleared his throat as he prompted Sam to continue, “two teams?”

Taking a deep breath, Sam looked to the rest of the hunters on the table and gave an apologetic smile for his brother’s behavior before attempting to continue.

“Yeah, Dean and I will go in first and stake out the place, then -”

“Please, Dean!” Her screams interrupted once again.

Sam threw his hands exasperatedly, “Dean, do you mind?”

“Not at all, little brother,” Dean smiled as he stood up. “Just sort out the details and let me know later.”

Looking to the rest of the hunters, he stopped and looked straight at Shawn who looked to be somewhere between angry and pained, “gentlemen.” Turning his back on them, Dean headed back to his room. It was time to reward his girl for a job well done.

To say you feel frustrated is an understatement. Though it hasn’t been long, you’re ready to burst into tears at the constant denial of release perpetrated by Dean’s toying with you.

You scream his name over and over, in the hopes that his point will be made to the rest of the men in the bunker and Dean will finally reward you. Ragged breaths and the scent of your juices seeping through the bedding fill the room. The skin on your wrists and ankles is red and stings as you continue to writhe and pull at your restraints, now desperate to be free and get the much needed orgasm your body is begging for.

You fear you’re about to pass out when the vibrations in your core stop suddenly, a small relief flooding your senses. Relief is short lived, however, as you hear the door open.

“Dean?” you rasp, your throat now sore from the constant screaming.

“Did we learn our lesson, Princess?” His tone is low but soft, he’s done punishing you.

“Yes, sir. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

There’s a shuffling and rustling of clothes behind you, and before you know it, the straps around your ankles are being undone. The warmth radiating from his body envelops you as he moves up the bed to undo the straps around your wrists. You hiss as the raw flesh stings, angry marks indented where the strap dug into you earlier.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Dean whispers in your ear. He slowly turns you over, being careful not to hurt you. Once on your back, you smile as you see him on top of you, his bare chest within reach, pink lips beckoning as he licks them in anticipation. He dips his head and captures your lips with his own, and you can’t help but melt into his touch. His kiss is gentle, a stark contrast to the way he’s been with you today. His hand settles on your hip as he pulls you closer, your own hands now running through his silky hair.

Breaking the kiss, his lips travel down to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh. He continues a path down to your nipple, his teeth nipping lightly at it. You arch your back in response, your body reacting to every touch, every caress, every kiss as his lips travel down to your core. Suddenly, just before reaching the part of you most desperate to feel him, Dean stops and you prop yourself on your elbows. He smiles softly and winks, then dips his head once more and slowly licks a stripe down from your clit to your wet hole.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, you moan his name. His tongue begins to work wonders, dipping in and out of your pussy as his hands caress your thighs before placing them on his shoulders, opening you up to him fully. Your fingers tangle in the short strands of his dirty blond hair, pulling lightly as he alternates attention from your hole to your clit, and back again. If anyone in the world knows exactly how to work your body, it’s Dean Winchester.

As the coil in your belly begins to tighten yet again, you pull on Dean’s hair to bring him back up to you. He follows your guidance, his lips at yours once more and you can taste yourself on them. Reaching down between you, you grab the thick shaft of his cock, pumping him a few times before guiding him to your entrance.

“Dean, I need you. Please,” you whisper against his mouth.

He grabs your hand in response and places it next to you, interlacing his fingers with yours as he presses on and you both groan in pleasure as his cock enters you, stretching you beautifully, much more than the toy had earlier. He stills for a moment and you whine, unable to wait any longer you roll your hips against his. He hisses and chuckles lightly before he starts moving.

He begins to pull out, feeling your walls tighten around him. Pushing back in, Dean looks you straight in the eye and begins setting a pace. Thrusting in and out slowly at first, tantalizingly slow. You know he’s trying to tease you again and you simply can’t take it anymore.

“Dean. I’m begging you.”

“As you wish, Princess.” He captures your mouth with his and swallows your moans as his pace quickens.

In and out. Rolling. Pushing. Pulling. Your bodies melded into one, both working to reach that peak, that wonderful cliff of release. Soon, you’re at the precipice, desperate to throw yourself off but waiting for him to let you.

“Mmm fuck,” he grunts. His teeth are now biting at the curve of your neck. Your eyes are closing, rolling back as you near climax. Your hands still intertwined, his thrusts become erratic. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the taste of blood as you bite down on your lip, the coil so tight — mere seconds from snapping.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Dean rasps as he feels your walls tighten, you’re close and so is he.

“Oh God,” you moan, “Dean, I- I’m gonna -”

“Cum for me, Princess,” he grunts and that’s all the permission you need. An explosion goes off inside you, the coil snaps and wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure course through your body. Complete bliss lights your nerves on fire. Your pussy pulsates around Dean’s cock and soon he’s joining you in the throes of ecstasy. He growls as he cums deep within you, coating your insides with his seed, frozen as his muscles lock in place at the intensity of his own orgasm.

You both still for a second, relishing in the beauty of the moment. Breathing comes hard and the air burns in your lungs, yet you couldn’t be happier. Dean rolls off you, slowly bringing you to lay on him. You chuckle, then hiss as his fingers wrap around one of your wrists. He brings it up and you look up at him as he kisses the marks around it lovingly.

Looking down to you, Dean smiles. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. When you’re with your soulmate, words are not always necessary.

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