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bunnysbrainrot · 8 months

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Kinktober prompt: Reverse Cowgirl

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content: Explicit sexual scenes, degradation, (lowkey) breeding kink, creampie (wrap it up), unprotected p in v, slight dom/sub vibes goin on.

Summary: It’s movie night, but you and Sam become focused on another matter. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to pose a challenge for you. Can you be good, and pay attention?

A/N: ….. have fun! 😃

“Babe, you wanted to watch a movie, and you’re not even looking at the TV,” Sam’s voice hushed. Your lips had found his throat, kissing along the tender skin and erupting reddish purple marks toward his ear.

His hair could cover them, you thought, still marking your claim across his skin.

You murmured into his neck, “But you’re so pretty. And, you’re right here.”

Sam rolled his eyes playfully before his hands gripped your waist when your tongue laid a thick stripe up the length of his throat. He stifled a groan as he tried his best to focus on the television.

“Should we turn the TV off, then? We can watch it after,” he offered, his hands wandering toward the hem of your shirt.

“No, I wanna watch it,” you whined, “It’s movie night, Sammy.”

Sam planted a kiss on your temple, smiling at the sweet nickname you’d started using for him. Aside from Dean, not many people called him that name, but Sam adored it - the way his name rolled over your tongue in a tone as sweet as sugar.

“Part of movie night, unfortunately, includes paying attention.”

Alone in the room together, you’d ditched any sort of undergarments, as well as your pants. Sam only sported a pair of boxer shorts, neglecting a t-shirt like usual. Sam would’ve been able to hold himself together if the situation were different, if you had covered your ass and tempting thighs, their supple warmth begging to be held.

You sat up and threw a leg over his hips, straddling his lap while the TV still blared in the background. Sam’s hands naturally found your thighs, his thumbs idly drawing circles on your skin. Underneath you, you could feel him growing hard against your core.

“Is that all it took?” you teased, grinding gently against his growing erection. Sam looked you over coolly and arched an eyebrow at you.

“You’re the one with no underwear. Plus, this-,” he patted your thigh, “is not helping much.”

You smiled proudly at him, beaming ear to ear at the success you’d achieved by ruffling his feathers a bit. The downside of your teasing was that you’d gotten turned on in the process, now with a warm slickness that seeped into the fabric of Sam’s boxers. Sam let out a low groan at the added warmth, a direct sign of what this had done to you.

Lifting your shirt over your head, you now laid completely bare for him, your full breasts now on display. Sam trailed a finger from each hand up your thighs and over your tummy, right up to your tits, pinching each nipple with a careful hand.

Sam rolled your nipples between his rough fingers, drawing a soft moan from you, breathing out his name like a prayer, a precious word you’d only whisper like this if he could hear it. You ground your aching sex against his clothed cock, nestling his shaft between your folds.

“Sam… I need,” you mewled, “more. Please.”

He happily obliged your request, realizing that he was also too eager to wait. A thought sparked in his mind - one that would keep you attentive while also keeping it challenging, simply to test your endurance.

Sam sat up and nestled his head in the crook of your neck, while his hands moved to your ass, kneading the soft flesh around your hips.

“Turn around, we’re still gonna watch the movie,” ordered Sam, his warm breath skirting across your skin.

You obeyed him, pulling your leg off of his lap and shifting around to face the TV. To your side, Sam hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and off of his legs. His thick cock sprang free from the confines and slapped heavily against his belly.

“C’mon,” he patted his lap, where his cock twitched eagerly, inviting you over, “we’re gonna try something.”

Throwing your leg back over his hips, Sam held you above his length, keeping you on your knees while he positioned himself. His grip on your hip tightened as he urged you down, slowly lowering until his cock pressed against your drenched folds. With another push the head of his cock eased into you, every glorious inch of him following behind.

It didn’t matter how many times you’d done this - you adjusted to Sam’s size like it was the very first time. To him, you were always beautifully tight and warm, accommodating his thick cock perfectly.

He loved the sweet noises you made when he entered you. He could feel the way you tensed and flexed around his shaft, urging your pussy to stretch wider. It usually took a few minutes to adjust if you hadn’t engaged in foreplay, like tonight.

Normally he’d be loosening you up with his fingers, singing your praises as you came onto each digit. He would alternate his pace with those curling fingers, leaving you hollowed out, excavated by his eager hands.

It wouldn’t be enough for Sam until his fingers were completely soaked, when the pads of his fingers wrinkled and you were muttering dumbly under his spell.

But now he was filling you - his sheer girth splitting you open served as an immediate reminder. Your soft walls moved around him, pulling him in further until he head of his cock pushed against your cervix. Sam hissed through gritted teeth when he bottomed out full hilt into you.

Ahead of you, the TV played the movie you’d chosen, but its plot escaped you. All thought you tried to follow disappeared into an empty space in the back of your mind. This fucking movie didn’t matter, all that mattered was him. Sam Winchester.

Sam Winchester, who was actively bucking his hips into yours, nestling his cock into your tight cunt.

Sam Winchester, who playfully urged you to ‘watch the TV’ and ‘pay attention’.

“You’re a good girl, you can do it.”

You breathed shakily as he moved, jutting his hips up to strike deeper. You were impossibly full of him, with that wonderful girth stretching out your wet hole.

“I… I can’t. Sammy, I can’t… hah… keep going on like this,” you pleaded softly.

“Already? No, I’m sure you can do it, honey,” Sam replied, landing a slap to your ass. You let out a yelp, ignored by Sam.

After all, you wanted to have movie night.

He tugged your hips back, and pushed them forward, shooting that entrancing pleasure through every inch he filled. You shuddered around him and took his guided motions as your own. The motions were minute and gentle, grinding yourself onto his length and feeling the friction of your clit against his base.

Sam’s casual demeanor both shocked and frustrated you. Usually he would be falling apart as easily as you did, but this time he remained cool.

“Keep paying attention,” Sam reiterated, pulling you onto him harder this time. You cried out, but kept your pace, starting to bounce yourself along his length.

“Attagirl, just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

His hands lifted you higher and pulled you down harsher than before.

“Bounce.”

With shaky breaths you obliged him, straining your shaky thighs to bounce on Sam’s cock. He hummed, satisfied, at the display in front of him. His thick cock stretching you wide at the thicker middle of his shaft, and the way your eager pussy swallowed him into your warm walls, flexing around him as you fought off your first orgasm.

“Sammy… I’m gonna… fuck… I’m gonna-“

“I know, honey, go on. Cum for me,” he urged, bucking into you once again, “cum for me, sweet girl.”

The tightness in your belly released and left you crying out against your bottom lip, caught between your teeth in a feeble attempt to quiet yourself. Your pussy clamped onto Sam’s cock in a vice grip as you rode it out, with Sam’s help as your thighs grew numb.

You moaned his name as you threw your head back, trying to gain any bit of fresh air. Anything to refresh you now that you were taken over.

“You paying attention to the movie?” Sam inquired, his hand snaking up your torso to one supple breast. He pawed harshly at your tit, cradling it in one hand and toying with your hardened nipple.

Of course you weren’t. With the way his cock was filling you, there was no way in hell you could think about anything else.

Incoherent slurring followed his question. A deeper stroke had you fumbling over your words - asking him to go easy, for him to slow down so you could follow his command.

Sam’s tone lowered, “Fucked dumb, huh? Can’t even form a sentence - too busy being filled up to care.”

He leaned back against the headboard to free his other hand, quickly finding your clit with pinpoint accuracy. Slow circles moved your swollen clit under his finger. His other fingers could feel the beautiful stretch his cock had on your cunt, nice and taught around his girth.

“You just can’t get enough, can you? Gotta have a big cock splitting that pussy wide, and you need it now.”

You reached toward your sex, fingers mixing with his own to feel it. You felt the base of his cock meeting your slick entrance, and the way his size warped your tight cunt around him. Gasping, you eagerly pinned your eyes on the TV, but didn’t dare move your hand.

Of course he felt big inside of you, but you never truly felt what he did to your insides. How thick he really was, and the way your pussy was naturally tight, but loved being used by him anyway.

“Such an needy little slut for my cock,” the degradation rolled through you like thunder, making you twitch around him as you came for a second time.

“And you like that, don’t you? You like being a perfect little slut, with a perfect little pussy for me to stuff with my cock.”

With his encouragement you bounced harder, the smacking of your hips together now filling the room, drowning out the sound of the TV. If anyone were to hear, they’d surely know exactly what was going on. Sam’s fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and needy clit, bringing out the sweetest moans from your perfect lips.

“Keep moaning like that and you’ll make me finish, sweetheart. Be careful.”

It wasn’t something you would stay patient for. You picked up your pace while tightening your cunt around his cock, burying it deep inside, pounding his length into your sore hole. You ground your hips at the base, nestling the head of Sam’s dick against your cervix, your warmth enveloping him completely.

His abdomen tightened as his pleasure rose, threatening to spill himself inside you if you kept crying out like that. Sam knew it would be futile to fight it - him finishing in you was your favorite part, and you’d play dirty to get what you wanted.

You wanted to be claimed, to be owned, to be of service to Sam’s cock and whatever part he needed of your body. You were fully his to ruin and use.

“Please, Sammy… please fill me up. I need it,” you whimpered, falling back against his chest, stretching out your torso to feel the hollowness replaced with his cock.

“Sam, Sam, Sam,” like a hymn, begging for him to breed your aching hole.

Sam’s body tightened as he came, shooting his release through your walls, that now fluttered around him with your third orgasm. He loved when you came simultaneously - to him, it kept you closer.

After a moment, his cock twitched in your pussy, still spilling his load, coating your cunt in thick, warm cum. The warmth spread downward, leaking out of the seam between your ravaged pussy and his throbbing cock.

You bounced yourself along his length again, “Fuck it into me. I need it deeper.”

“Want it all for yourself? Such a greedy slut,” he growled, hissing as you clenched around his sensitive tip. He loved the idea of you keeping his cum deep inside of yourself, it was a perfect way to show you who you belonged to.

Sam Winchester, who stretched your pussy to fit his thick cock.

Sam Winchester, who owned every inch of your body.

Sam Winchester, who stuffed you to the brim with his cum, and fucked it deeper into your needy hole.

You sang out each other’s names as you both came down from your high, pathetically pushing your hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until your sore pussy couldn’t take it anymore. Sam eased you off of his cock and kept you on your knees, bending you forward.

He watched with great satisfaction as the cum leaked from your sweet, abused little pussy, right onto his drained cock. Those hot ropes of his seed flowed over your clit, covering your precious pearl of nerves with a thin layer of white. Nicely bred, perfectly used.

“You look so pretty like this,” he commented, trailing a finger through your soaked slit, collecting his cum on two fingers and easing them into you. You cried softly as his fingers worked through your stretched walls, pushing his cum further inside.

“Keep it in there. Don’t waste it.”

You tightened dutifully around his fingers as he pulled them from you, licking what remained on each digit. His cum, yours, it didn’t matter to him - it all mixed together in a rich blend of your juices that had him wanting more.

He helped you sit back upright and off of his lap, leaning on his side to check in.

“How you doin’, sweetheart?” His voice drawled lazily after his high, slurring through the words.

You nodded, panting, “I’m okay. How was I?”

His hand snaked to the back of your neck and tugged you to his lips, planting a chaste kiss before he spoke.

“You were amazing. You always are, sweetheart.”

The next few minutes were focused on cleanup and settling back under the covers. Sam offered you both some cozy pajamas, and now you sat comfortably under the blankets in the soft fabric. You nestled your head against his chest, watching the TV, at long last, with full attention.

“Can we rewind it? I missed the first part.”

Sam laughed, reaching for the remote.

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readerthatreadsss · 10 months

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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.

Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!

(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)

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A wild ride (8) - Sam's turn

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader

SMUT Pairing in this chapter: Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, degrading (consensual), voyeurism, a slap on the ass, aftercare, implied multiple partners, cowgirl

A wild ride masterlist

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Part 7

Sam watches you stalk toward him, long legs stretched out as you glance at his large hands. He got rid of his pants, and now he sits on the old worn-out couch in the back of their club.

“Come here, and get more dick, slut,” he dips his head to the song Dean chose on the jukebox. “I got something nice for your hungry cunt.”

You stand between Sam’s spread legs, fingers running through his shaggy hair. “You’ve got so nice hair.” You lean closer to whisper dirty nothings in his ear, earning a slap to your ass.

“I wanna ride your youngest, Daddy,” you purr as you whip your head toward John. “Can I?”

“Get on my lap, Y/N. Don’t ask my father,” Sam grabs your hips. “If you want to ride this stallion, get on top.”

“Who would’ve thought my baby brother is a dirty talker,” Dean snickers while his brother shoots him an angry look.

“Shut up. It’s my turn. She’s mine now.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. Never before did you get so much attention from one man, and now you got three hungry wolves watching you straddle Sam’s legs.

Sam hums when you put your hand on his chest and carefully raise yourself up. “Feed me with your cock, Sammy.” You purr. “I want this huge cock to split me open.”

He teases your entrance, all the while staring you straight in the eyes. When you finally feel the wide head enter your slicked entrance, you lower yourself.

Sam groans loudly. “Fuck, she’s so wet and warm,” he grips your hips to slam you down onto his cock. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl.”

“’m a good girl,” you whine. You finally know what the term cock-drunk means. Dizzy from the pleasure you already received, but hungry for more you tilt your hips.

“Doll, you look so good on my son. Come on, give us a good show. I want you to fuck him until his cum runs out of your ruined pussy.”

John groans as you start rocking your hips. Slow, and deliberate at first. You want to feel Sam’s veiny cock rub against your G-spot.

Sam’s hands claw at your body, desperate to guide you up and down his painfully hard cock. He slowly starts thrusting upward while you rock your hips.

“Suck her tits, Sammy. She needs it,” Dean suddenly stands next to you to cup your tits from behind. He squeezes them and offers your nipples to his brother. “Shit, this is so hot.”

“Fuck, Sammy,” You fall back against Dean’s chest. “Look at your huge cock inside my pussy. You’ll ruin it tonight.”

Both men take control of your body. While Sam holds your waist in a tight grip, Dean grabs your arms. They move you up and down his cock in tandem.

“OH FUCK!” You scream when Sam starts fucking up into you with much more force. “HARDER!”

“Boys don’t break her,” John laughs as you look like a rag doll in the hands of two impatient boys. “Fuck her good, Sammy. She deserves it.”

You moan and whine, feeling like in limbo. “She’s going to cum. Fuck, it’s…I can’t,” Sam throws his head back, he groans and shudders as you cum all over his twitching length.

He doesn’t last longer. Sam comes with a deep growl and a slap to his cheek. The biker looks surprised but doesn’t mind.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dean breathes heavily behind you. “Next time, we will all fill your holes. You are going to be sandwiched between all of us all the time.”

“Dean, calm down,” John laughs at his son’s eagerness. “Y/N needs a rest and a hot shower. Let’s bring her home and take care of her.”

“I don’t want Dad to see me covered in your cum,” you babble mindlessly as you fall against Sam’s chest. “He’ll know I fucked his best friend…”

“I was talking about our home, doll,” John pats your head. “I know your brain is empty right now. Having all of us is a bit overwhelming.”

“Hmm…I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried,” you snuggle in Sam’s chest.

“I’ll call him,” John pecks your hair. “Sammy, Dean, get her clean and find her clothes. Give her water and a snack. I’ll call Y/F/N.”

“Don’t tell him we had an orgy,” you tilt your head to look at John. “He can’t know what daddy did with my pussy…”

John grins at you. “I wouldn’t dare tell your father that I ruined his sweet daughter and let my sons feast on your pussy.”

“Good,” you nod before resting your head against Sam’s shoulder. “I gotta pee…”

“So…” you watch the Winchesters crowd you. They offer more food, more pillows, or water to you. Dean goes so far as to offer a foot massage. “What does that mean now?”

“We had sex,” Dean grins. “And I’d like to do it again. With you…in any position.”

“Same,” Sam says, while his eyes drift toward your crotch. “But I’ll give you a break. Tonight was a little much for the first time.”

“What my sons try to tell you is that you are our girl from now on, doll. If you want to,” John says. He steps closer to the bed to cup your face. “Nothing will happen if you don’t want it.”

“I wanna have sex with you again but…uh…someone must tell my father we are in a relationship or whatever this is.”

“That’s Dad’s job,” Dean chuckles. “He’ll take a bullet for us this time.”

“I will tell your father that you are our girl and that we will take care of you,” John states. “Do you want to be our girl?”

You dreamily look at John, biting your lower lip. “Yes, daddy…I wanna be yours.”

THE END...

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▬❝ yeehaw. ❞

kinktober; day 5, costumes ⟶ [dean winchester x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v sex, making out, coming inside, girl on top, swearing,

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“I thought the store would have a hat, okay, Sam?” you explained, huffing, “it’s not my fault they’d run out before I got there.”

“Okay, but you can see why I was confused. The hat is what makes the outfit,” he countered.

“Whatever.”

The familiar rumble of the Impala made you turn. “Finally,” Sam said. As the car pulled up to the curb, your jaw dropped at the sight within. Turning off the engine, Dean hopped out with an ear-to-ear grin.

“Howdy y’all,” he said with a terrible thick southern accent. Red bandana around his neck, stupidly tight jeans with the assless chaps over top, dicky little vest over his blue button up, and the godamned pièce de résistance atop his head.

“You stole my fucking hat.”

Instantly his face fell and he just looked confused. “Not the reaction I was hoping for, but I mean… wait, what? I- I’m a cowboy.” He did a lil jazz hands action in the hopes of getting some enthusiasm.

“We can tell,” you said angrily.

“Well, what are you two supposed to be?” he said, defensively, “Farm girl and college dropout?”

“Dude,” Sam said, “you know I don’t dress up.”

Dean gave him a half-smile. “It was kinda funny though.”

“I’m a cowgirl,” you corrected bitterly. He frowned, looking you up and down again.

“Where’s your hat?”

“You stole it.”

“What?” he said after a long blink, his hands on his hips.

“You don’t own a cowboy hat, Dean, which means you bought one at the only store in town that sells them, which had run out by the time I got there. You stole my hat.”

He scoffed, “Naw, darlin’, it just sounds like you were too slow.”

“I want that hat, Dean,” you said, holding out your hand. He looked extremely hot in his get up but you also looked hot in yours and you figured the house full of frat boys would appreciate that more; not to mention you'd been the most thrilled about the whole costume thing in the beginning.

"Can we go stop the spirit of that vengeful Administration's Officer now, please?" Sam said, deeply unimpressed with the both of you.

"He thought I was a farm girl, Sam! That is unacceptable."

"Isn't that the same thing as a cowgirl?"

"No," both you and Dean said.

"Two very separate concepts, Sammy," Dean explained, "one's hot, yknow, any man's wet dream, and the other, well, the other gets up at five in the morning to feed the cows."

"Which is why I need the hat. You'll still look like a cowboy without it so I think I'm more in need of it," you half-begged.

He shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Ain't my problem your costume is incomplete, darlin'."

"It will be when I'm unable to distract the frat bros from the two of you snooping around the place with your lil EMF thingy-ma-bob."

"Oh please, you could distract them in a nun's getup," Dean said.

"Shame I forgot mine."

“Well then, sweetheart, I see we have only one alternative left," he said solemnly, "come and take it.”

“Oh god, Dean.” You held the hat on your head as you rolled your hips down into his, bouncing yourself on his cock. He was so thick and every time you sank down you had to really concentrate on not literally drooling.

"Sheezus, darlin'," he groaned, one hand helping you up and down and the other holding onto one of your tits. Looking down at him like this was giving heaven. His face was flushed and his eyes were half-hooded even as he stared up at you. "And here I was thinking cowgirl's rode horses," he teased.

"Haven't you heard the phrase," you said, biting your lip to quiet a moan, "tame a horse, ride a cowboy."

"I don't see your horse. I think you missed a step," he said through a cheesy grin.

Gripping the headboard tighter as you got closer to coming, you screwed your eyes shut. "Stop talking," you begged him, grinding your hips down harder. He was hilt-deep in you and you could feel every hard inch and oh, God you were so close.

"That's it, sweetheart," he cooed, dropping his hand from your tit to press his thumb against your clit. Your head fell back, hat about to fall off as you cried out his name, the added pressure .

"Dean! Oh my God, I-" One last quick circle of this thumb and you were gasping for air, sinking down on him as far as you could, knees hugging his hips tightly, your pussy muscles clenching around his dick. He didn't stop rubbing your clit and as you were brought to that high, you couldn't believe the fact that you were still ascending.

You squirmed in his hold, grinding down more and moaning like a woman possessed. He stopped his ministrations and you sat there for a moment, letting the feeling wash over you.

"You're so goddamn cute when you cum, baby," he praised, sitting up a little to kiss your cheek. Big hands smoothing your hair behind your ears. "You alright to keep going, or you all tuckered out?"

"Keep going," you said, the thought of how cute he looked when he came was more than enough reason to start moving again - although much slower because you might cave in on yourself if you did too much too soon. Lifting your hips up again, hands on his shoulders this time you were stopped by his on your hips.

"Woah, easy there sweetheart," he said, "you really think that's how we're gonna play this? No, no, no. I think I deserve the hat back, I did pay for it after all."

It didn't take much for him to twist his hips and flip the two of you. Your back hit the bed with an "oof" and the hat was removed from your head almost instantaneously. Dean winking down at you, thoroughly enjoying his new acquisition. The shadow from the wide brim partially obscuring his features somehow only made him hotter. The aura of authority it gave him made your cunt clench around his still fully sheathed length. The soft groan he let out was quite possibly the sexiest thing yet that evening.

He slid his arms under your back, pulling you to him as he bent down to kiss you, knocking the hat up slightly. Licking your bottom lip to start, he was quick to slip his way past your lips and turn the kiss into a hot, sloppy mess. A wee bit of teeth and a decent bit of tongue and you were sucking air in through your nose like crazy, hands on each side of his face.

Gently, he started to buck his hips into you, making you moan into his mouth at the same time. He was still rock hard and although you were still coming down from your high, you desperately wanted him to go a little harder and a little faster.

Surely he heard you because it didn't take long for him to be thrusting into you with long, snapping strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin made you feel pleasantly dizzy.

He must've been pretty close when you came because his hips were losing their rhythm to something much more desperate very fast.

"Where do you want me?" he slurred, pulling away only far enough to speak.

"Inside," you breathed, "I'm on the pill."

"Okay," he said breathlessly. He kissed you again, hips stuttering into yours, fingers digging into your sides. His final few thrusts were hard and sharp and deep and when he finally stopped moving you swore you could feel him in your fucking womb.

"Ugh." The noise reverberated up from somewhere deep in his chest and it was the pinnacle of sex, you were certain of it. He sucked a spot on your neck as he came inside you, groaning into your skin. His hips stuttered and he trembled a little above you. The thought of his cum dripping out if you later made you feel lightheaded; in a good way.

"Oh, Dean," you mumbled as he bit down on your flesh softly, "you're so fucking hot."

"So fucking lucky too," he murmured without thinking, licking the place he'd just left a prominent hickey that'd be visible for a few days.

"Damn right," you teased as he pulled his now softened dick out of you, his seed indeed dribbling out you as predicted.

He got up slowly, with laboured breathing and went to procure a cloth to clean you up. Your skin started to cool off and your own breathing evened out.

Once he'd returned you smiled at the hat still on his head. Getting cleaned up by a cowboy hadn't been on your bucket list but it should've been.

"Next Halloween you should be a slutty nurse," he suggested, "perform a physical so to speak."

"Only if you're an equally slutty patient."

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thevampirediariesuniverse-1864 · 4 months

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Dean Winchester x reader smut 18+!!!!

Summery : Dean accidentally gets a hold of some nasty stuff ..called..sex pollen …when on the hunt for a wendigo and you were the only girl there

Beware ! Not proof read not checked for grammar or spelling errors do your best to figure it out 😂

Some boy had gone missing in the mountains, and theses mountains were rumored to be extrely haunted. So of course you Sam and Dean catch wind of this story and go to investigate. You grabbed your hiking bag, “ready boys?” Dean smirked “hell yeah” Sam groand“let’s just get it over with” Dean instinctively grabbed your waist as you started to hike through the forest , you and Dean had always been the closest but never romantic , you were tall just like Sam and Dean but not quite as tall, you were 5”11 where Dean was 6”1 and Sam 6”3 , you wore Jean shorts, cowgirl boots leather with blue feather stitching your body was curvy but muscular, you could easily compete with Dean and Sam , but you had a lil stomach , and you hated that you had that’s extra weight right there , you could never except that that was your body trying to help you , incase you ever had a baby that extra fat would cousin and protect the baby or feed it if you ran out of food, no you had to hate it! Cause you thought it was ”ugly”and not an absolute miracle of God ,

all Dean saw in you was beauty , but of course you could never know that either , Dean kept his arm firmly around you waist protectively , as if you would need protecting , but he did it anyway because he wanted to keep you safe , you were the most important thing on earth to him you matters more than anything.

The wind blew through the tall emerald evergreen trees , they reminded Dean of your eyes , the rain misted the forest it was creepy you knew something was out there , you looked back at Sam and Dean knowingly telling them without talking to be ready this thing was here the quick rustles in the bushes proved that , when you saw it , it was a wendigo for sure , it growled at Dean and something inside you flipped you knew you had to protect Dean you had to protect Sam your boys ,

You quickly cut over at this thing slicing sits jaw opens as you slice it as hard as you can all your muscles working on over drive , this wendigo screamed. “Yn! No!” Dean yelled and grabbed you slinging you out of the way as that thing screamed this yellow powder flew into deans face , the wendigo ran off into the forest leaving you there

You ran to deans side “Dean! Damn you you idiot! Why’d you do it!!” Dena smiled up at you “cause I cain’t let that thing hurt my girl” Dean tucks some hair behind your ear , you didn’t know if he ment it in a friendly way of more, Sam fell to deans side to as Dean laid in the ground , “we have to get him somewhere safe , this is about to get real bad real fast” you get panicked “Sam! What do you mean ?! What’s wrong ?!” Sam looks back at you and says “Yn, just don’t worry about it , we just have to get him safe , there!” *sam points to an old log cabin,

Sam Carrie’s Dean who’s whimpering and whining “I’m itching! My skin ! My skins on fire ! It burns! Everything aches ,” Dean whines out through groans , you run your fingers through his hair as Sam lays him down on the floor of the old abandoned cabin, “that stuff that got in deans eyes …that was sex pollen , it’s one of that creatures nastiest tricks ..and” you were shocked and scared Dean blurts out “what’s?!” You’re still so worried “go on Sam , and what ?” Sam takes a deep breathe then says “and if you dont …make love …with someone it’s gonna kill you Dean ..” Dean hollers “no! No! No! That can’t no! I won’t do that to Yn!”

You look at Dean with sympathetic eyes and put a hand on deans forehead “Dean we ain’t got much of a choice” Sam stands up and gose into the other room , fathers from yalls, before he gose Sam kisses your forehead and whispers “I’m so sorry Yn” and he brushes your hair back as he leaves

You go back and sit at deans side , Dean looks up at you “Yn, I don’t wanna do this to you I don’t wanna hurt you , I can’t control myself” you say “Dean I said Id do anything for you, and I meant it , I can’t let you suffer , I can’t let you die Dean! Losing My virginity is nothing compared to losing you!

Dean sits up and pulls you into him kissing you passionately, Dean pulls you into his lap as he grinds you onto him , “oh baby, mmmm” Dean moans , he rips your top off and pulls your shirts off , getting his off as well , his cock aching and hard , Dean looks so sad and upset but his eyes full of desire “Dean , it’s okay , do what you have to , I’ll be okay” Dean let’s go and slides himself into you and moan out “baby I’m so sorry” Dean says , your eyes are clapped shut in pain as you cling onto his big muscles , as you whimper in pain, his cock was stretching you out so much it hurt , Dean kissed up your neck as he pounded into you “your doing so good baby, so good for me” you nod your head as he continues to pins into you deeply “muaah” you moan out in pain Dena looks down at you snapping his hips into you “oh baby , oh baby I’m so sorry”

He didn’t seem to care anything of your insecurities, hell he loved them more than anything , that little bit of stomach you had he wanted nothing more than his baby there , your scars , and stretch marks like lightning , so fucking beautiful , it turned him on even more , he was in so much pain chasing his release to make the pain go away

Soon deans thrust become faster and harder “oh baby , baby , I’m gonna come …mm..gonna give you my baby , gonna get you pregnant” when he moans out, as he shot his cum into you , when he finishes he fell down into your chest but kept his cock inside you and his face in your boobs he clung onto you , “baby, I love you so much”

Dean finally comes back to , his brain starts working right again “oh Yn, I’m so sorry, oh gosh I’m so sorry, I hurt you! I hurt you, no, no no, oh Yn baby,” you grab his face and make him look at you “no Dean don’t you dare apologize! I swore I’d protect you I told you I’d do anything for you, and I mean it! I’d gladly do it again to save you dean I’d do anything for you! I love you Dean Winchester ,

Dean holds you closing to him , his cock still in you , he just wanted to hold you all night long right there , when he slips his ring onto your finger , “baby , I want you as my wife , I want you to have my children ,” you nod your head “yes , yes” as he pulls you into another kiss his arms holding you protectively, you were his wife , his and only his and that thing made him hurt you! He’d find a way to make it suffer ! Then kill it! Nothing hurt his girl , no nothing hurt the wife of Dean Winchester!

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The Cowgirl

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request by @blank-artistry : Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where the setting is like the Longest Ride?

A/N: God I haven't seen this film in forever, but I hope I kinda did it justice! I went a bit different with the reader as the bull rider, so I hope you don't mind, and I added a little smut at the end which is a first for me and I was pretty nervous to do but I just felt like it needed something hahaha. Also, I wrote this with the reader being a girl because I just found it a bit easier, but feel free to change this to suit you.

Warnings: Classic supernatural violence, Dean getting sassed, language and some smutty shit at the end

Word count: 3,949

Sam shook his head and laughed as he glanced at his brother. Dean was standing across from him, ogling himself in the mirror.

"C'mon Sammy, don't tell me these boots aren't the coolest things you've seen in the world? And this hat - man, North Carolina is awesome!"

Sam could tell this was going to be a long weekend. The gig was small, and pretty far fetched if he had to be honest. Bull riding was a dangerous sport - was it really something supernatural that killed those men on the same day every year in the ring, or was it just pure coincidence? In Dean's opinion, "it's never a coincidence", but Sam knew his big brother was just excited by the prospect of watching a proper rodeo event.

Still chuckling under his breath, Sam stood up and patted his brother on the shoulder. "Alright then cowboy, lets get this show on the road." They swiftly left the motel and made their way over to Baby, Sam not failing to notice Dean's newly-acquired swagger. He couldn't be mad - it was nice to see Dean in such high spirits when things had been so rough lately.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the rodeo event. It was a warm May Saturday afternoon, and the place was brimming with stetsons and plaid. God, this was practically Dean's wet dream. He parked up gleefully, hopping out and heading straight into the crowd.

"Sammy, you go see if theres anything weird around the stalls. Imma go check out the ring." Before Sam could even reply, Dean was off, skipping towards the main event. The ring was in the centre of the fair, with staggered seats running all the way around the edge. As he approached, a rowdy bull was getting loaded in, grunting as it resisted against those trying to tame it. From that angle, Dean couldn't tell who was about to ride it, but he made his way round the arena and settled in an empty seat just adjacent to the gate.

Seconds later, a buzzer sounded, the gate flew open, and the bull came tumbling out. It instantly whipped round, bucking ferociously in a desperate attempt to kick its rider off. But you didn't budge. In fact, you swayed with the animal's movements, as though you were part of him. You kept your head down so Dean couldn't see your face, but your shiny y/h/c hair flew across your shoulders under the brown suede hat you wore. He couldn't take his eyes off you. Those eight seconds were the shortest of his life; the buzzer sounded once again and you hopped off the bull, giving the elated crowd a wave before heading back out the gate.

"Er Dean? You find anything? Or were you just enjoying the show?" Sam hovered behind him, looking down smugly.

"Huh? Oh, er, yeah. I mean no. Hey, can't a guy just enjoy himself for a few seconds?" Dean was flustered slightly as he stood up and cleared his throat. "I'm telling you man, that's some crazy sport. Did you see that gal? She - she was awesome!"

Sam nodded, "yeah man, I saw. Pretty cool. Also stupidly dangerous." Dean frowned. "Well yeah, but hell, our job is pretty dangerous too. We can't judge." Sam gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Anyway, lets keep scanning for EMF for a bit, see if we can figure this thing out."

The Winchesters walked the perimeter of the fair three times, and Dean managed to watch at least another five rodeos in the ring. By the time it started getting dark and the event started closing up, neither of them had found any sign of a haunt.

"C'mon man, I think it's time we called it a day. Theres nothing here." Sam was tired and was dreaming of his bed, even if it was a grubby little motel one half his size. Reluctantly, Dean agreed, but refused to leave until be bought a mega hot dog with some secret sauce trademarked by the town. He was tired too, and although the day had been fun, he was looking forward to heading back and dreaming of the badass girl in the ring from earlier.

Still, he couldn't sleep. There was something that bugged him about the case - yes, rodeo accidents were common, especially when so many events were going on in the Spring season. But ten deaths, one each year for the past ten years, all on the same day, in the same ring? If that wasn't suspicious enough, the circumstances had to be. None of the deaths had happened during a ride - the bodies had all been found in the ring, mutilated by a bull, in the early hours of the morning. They'd occurred during the night, when no one was around, and when all the animals were back in their respective barns and trailers. It didn't make any sense.

After a few hours of searching, Dean found something. It wasn't the sort of thing that would usually have caught his eye, except for the fact that the article below was about a wonderfully busted actress which had drawn in his attention.

"Sam. Sam, wake up!" Dean shook his brother, waving the paper in his face.

Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes. "You're still up? The hell's going on Dean?" He pushed himself to sit up and squinted at the article Dean excited thrust towards him.

"It's not the spirit of a person we're looking for. It's the spirit of a bull." Dean's eyes were wide with satisfaction.

"A-a bull?" Sam wasn't quite awake and looked at his brother questioningly.

"Yeah, man, a bull! See here, eleven years to this day, May 5th, 1997, this bull rider right, it was his last ride, he was a sure thing, fan favourite to win. The competition was rigged, so he knew which bull he was gonna get, and he'd practiced on him for weeks. Dude was gonna make history."

Sam nodded, wondering when Dean was going to get to the point.

"But it went wrong, see? He'd trained the bull to swing left, then right, then right again. He'd like choreographed the moves and all, so he was ready to move even before the bull did. But instead of going right a second time, the bull went left, right, and then left. But his rider, he swung right. Fell straight off on the seventh second. Lost the championship by the skin of his teeth."

"Did he die?" Sam ran a hand through his hair.

"No no, see, he was fine. Mad as hell, but fine. Stormed out the arena and didn't return. Except that evening, he snuck the bull out the trailer and set it loose in the ring. Went wild on it, whipping it and throwing beer bottles at it, making it tear round for hours until it died of exhaustion. Then he upped and left, and the cleaners found the bull's body in the ring the next morning."

Sam was already packing his bag. "So it's the bull that haunts the ring every year. Tries to get revenge for what the rider did to it." Dean nodded. "And guess what? Estimated cause of death of the bull - 1.39am."

Sam froze. "That's the same time each of those people were estimated to have died too." Dean nodded. "Oh, and Sam. What time is it now?"

"1am..."

The fair was pitch black when they arrived. No one was around, and the purring of Baby was the only sound to be heard. The boys tiptoed hesitantly around the stalls until a light caught Sam's eye.

"Dean. There. Look." He pointed in the direction of the ring where a torch was being shone. They heard the gate squeak open and the flood lights jolted on, causing the brothers to wince slightly. Once the coast seemed clear, they quietly made their way across the field and round the back of the ring into the stands.

"Ahh shit," Dean groaned once he saw who was in the ring. He would always be able to recognise the way those y/h/c/ locks shimmied from under that dusty stetson.

"What?" Sam frowned, peering round to get a better look.

"That's the girl from earlier. We gotta get her outta here Sam." Before Dean could move, a voice halted him in place.

"Hey! Up there! Yeah, I'm talking to you two creeps!" You’d spotted them. Hands in pockets, you started walking across the dirt and stared up at them.

"Oh, er, hi, ma'am." Sam stood up slowly, cracking a smile. "Sorry, we didn't mean to bother you or anything but..."

"But if you don't leave right now you're gonna die." Dean swallowed down the words as he felt Sam's eyes burn into the back of his head.

You just laughed. "Die? What, you two dorks gonna try kill me or something?" Sam nudged Dean roughly, giving him a glare before he stepped forward.

"No, no of course not. But er, it's just, it's hard to explain. But every year, on this night, someone dies in this ring. So if you could just, you know, leave, that would be great!"

You’d reached the fence now and leapt up, the shake making the brothers jump slightly. You climbed up with ease until you reached the top and hung your head over, grinning down at them.

"Honey, this is a bull riding ring. People die. It's unfortunate, but it happens. But I ain't gonna be one of them, okay?"

Sam and Dean shot each other a glance. Okay, so you were a stubborn one. "Look, I'm Dean, and this is my brother, Sam. We saw you ride earlier and, I don't know, I-we, thought you were cool. What's your name?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Y/N. Which, if you had actually watched me ride properly, you'd already know." They knew you had a point.

"Alright then, Y/N, you got us there. But seriously, you need to get out the ring before you get run down by some mad angry steak." Dean gave you a cheeky grin, hoping his charm might help slightly. It didn't.

"Man, it's the middle of the night. I ain't bringing no bull in here without back up, I'm not insane. I'm just scouting out the ring, getting my bearings before the finals tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter." Sam looked at you with such a serious look, it kinda creeped you out. "The bull that's gonna get in here, it'll do so on its own. Its name is Rampant Thunder."

You shook your head. "No, no Rampant Thunder is dead. Everyone knows that story, his jerk of a rider murdered him because he lost a gig years back." You threw yourself over the fence and stormed towards the boys, your face a myriad of emotions.

"We know," Dean said solemnly. "It was this day, this night, 11 years ago. And every year, on the anniversary of his death, he kills someone, in this very ring. And tonight, that's gonna be you unless you do what we say, and get the hell out of here."

You couldn't believe your ears. Who the hell were these guys? You knew people died here more often than in other rings, but hell, this was redneck country and all sorts of crazy shit happened around here. But there was something about their faces that made you question your instincts. The tall one, Sam, looked anxious, constantly glancing around him. You hadn't failed to notice the gun he gripped tightly behind his back. And as for the cute one, Dean. You had seen him earlier, when you were riding. Every time you got on a bull, you found someone in the crowd to latch onto. This time, it had been him, and you’d enjoyed catching those ocean green eyes for those eight seconds. Dean looked downright scared right now, and you could tell that wasn't an emotion he felt often.

"Look, it's getting late anyway. It's gone 1.30am, I ought to be getting going. And not because of some crazy ghost bull you two keep going on about, but because I need my beauty sleep, alright?" The boys seemed content with that answer and stepped aside, making way for you to make your way back out the gate onto the main field. They gave each other a look of relief as Sam nodded towards his watch, hovering at 1.39am. They were in the clear.

Except they weren't. With a few seconds gain on the Winchesters, you started to hurry back towards your car before you froze.

"Hey, Y/N. You alright?" Dean took a quick look around him in the darkness.

"Er, yeah. Sorry, I just thought I heard something. Ignore me, I've been hanging around cows too long, sometimes I can hear them mooing in my damn head!" You chuckled, but it was clearly one of anxiety.

"It's not in your head." Sam breathed. The three of you stood incredibly still as you heard the roar of a cow to your right, followed by the stamping of hooves.

"Y/N. Run!" Dean hollered as he spun round, pulling his gun out in the direction of the the sound. In the darkness he couldn't see a thing except the grey misting of breath some meters away.

You legged it as fast as you could towards the stalls, crouching behind one to find your breath when you felt your were far enough away. What the hell was going on? A fucking ghost bull? This was ridiculous.

But of course, it wasn't. Not when you could feel the warm breath against your ear and felt the bull's saliva drip onto your shoulder. You turned your head slowly, but there was nothing there. Nothing visible, at least. But it was there alright.

Your piercing scream sent Sam and Dean running, weaving between stands, guns at the ready. You were crouched in a ball, rolled up tightly against the corner of a candyfloss stall. Sam fired to your left, the rocksalt penetrating the invisible animal and sending it up in smoke. Dean ran forward, reaching out to you.

"You okay?" You nodded, then shook your head strongly. "No I'm not damn okay, a fricking ghost bull just tried to kill me!" Dean couldn't help but smile at your abruptness. "Yeah, takes a while to get over that stuff." He didn't even realise that you had shifted position to curl into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder. "Is it dead? Or gone, or whatever?" You peered up at him.

"No," Sam said, reloading his gun. "Rocksalt just blasts it. But it'll be back, and you're it's target. We've gotta get you out of here now."

Dean stood up, helping you to your feet and starting to guide you towards the lot behind Sam, who was poised and ready with the gun.

"Wait." You tugged at Dean's jacket and caught his eyes despairingly. "You said this thing comes back ever year, right? And every year, it kills someone because of the way it was killed?"

Dean nodded frantically, "yeah, that's why we gotta go!" But your feet were planted and you weren’t going anywhere. "That poor animal didn't deserve to die, especially not like that. He was totally abused, and left to die all alone. He was probably terrified. Look, I don't know much about this ghost shit, but surely he's haunting this place for a reason? Can't we free him or something?"

The Winchesters glanced at each other. Damn, you were testing their morality. But you were right. If they just left, the bull would come back year after year, killing innocent people. They came here to stop it, and that's what they had to do.

"Maybe, but it depends. It's an animal, so there won't be any records of where the body is buried and burning the bones is usually the best way to free a spirit. And if it's revenge the bull is killing for, that's pretty much hopeless because we can't just kill a man because he killed an animal, as much as I'd love to." Sam shrugged, stumped for thought.

"What if it's not revenge?" you questioned. "These animals, sometimes they go through horrendous treatment. I mean, we ride them for all of eight seconds, right, just letting them go feral trying to buck us off because clearly they hate it. So, what if it's not revenge he wants. What if he just wants out?"

Dean nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you. "The guy that killed him. He was never punished, right?"

Sam shook his head. "No, the guy ran off and they never heard from him again. No one went after him."

Dean turned to look at you, staring you straight in the eye. "You're right. He's trapped here. He's got no closure, and he can't leave this place. He's only killing people out of fear, not revenge. We have to free him."

At that very moment, there was an almighty crash as a stall to your left shattered into pieces. Hooves thudded on the grass, growing louder by the second.

"So how the hell do we do that?!" You shouted, gripping Dean's arms tight.

"We get him over the threshold, that's what we do."

In a split second, he wrapped his arm round your back, propelling you forward towards the fair exit. The three of you ran like hell, the bull close on their heels. You could feel his horns brush your back as you stumbled over the threshold, falling to your knees with a yelp. You braced yourself for impact, squeezing your eyes tight. But there was nothing. Nothing but the slight 'poof' behind you. You spun around just in time to see smoke drift up and away, threading itself around the entrance sign and floating off into the night sky.

Sam looked round to see you being embraced tightly by his brother. "How - how did you know that would work?" You stammered. "I wasn't sure it would," Dean chuckled. "But I figured every death happened in the ring. He never had a reason to leave it. But if he needed to chase you outside, if he needed to follow you away from the scene of the crime, outside the boundary even, it might give his spirit just enough of a push to let go and be set free."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He knew what was going to come next. "Maybe?! Christ sake, maybe?!" You shoved Dean with disbelief and Sam chuckled. "Good luck getting yourself out of this one, big brother." He slapped Dean's shoulder as he headed back towards the car, still chuckling at himself. Something told him Dean wouldn't be coming back to the motel just yet.

Naturally, Sam was right. Dean had figured the only way to stop you from going on a rant about how much of an idiot he had been for almost getting you killed was to seize you by the face and kiss you. It worked, of course. You couldn't deny that you’d wanted to do the same thing since he'd grabbed you from behind the candyfloss stand.

By the time you’d made it back to your car, all you were wearing was that sexy stetson and your Ariat boots. That was more than he had on, to be fair. Dean pushed you against the hood and you wrapped your legs around his waist eagerly, squeezing them tight. He kissed you all over and your hands wandered, first giving his peachy butt a good slap before reaching round between both your legs. By this point, his mouth was around your left nipple, sucking gently while his right hand caressed the other.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to do it with a cowgirl," he giggled as he took a breath. "Well, today's your lucky day, cowboy." You looked down at him and bit your lip as you grasped tightly onto his rock hard penis. Dean's head thrust up and he growled before softening into your grasp. Your hand moved methodically up and down, hitting all the right places at just the right speed. He couldn’t help but think if this was how she rode the bulls, they were damn lucky bulls.

Before long, Dean started to feel himself brewing. Quickly, he pulled you up further so that his face could burry itself in your dripping wet pussy. His tongue caressed you, taking it all in as your hand gripped his hair tight and moaned. Mosquitos buzzed around you, but neither took any notice. You were far too busy enjoying yourselves.

"Dean," you moaned, reaching down to tilt his head up. "Dean, come up here. Let's make it a tie." He did as he was told, moving up to lie next to you, replacing his mouth with his hand. Once again, you took hold of his penis, rubbing even harder this time. Quickly, you fell into a rhythm, your hands working their magic on each other while your lips intertwined, only parting to take a brief breath.

Neither had any idea how much time had passed, but the night was still as you locked eyes, feeling the energy catch its spark. You both exploded, coming into each other's hands at the exact same moment. It took a while for you to recover, both panting while laughing as you gazed into each other's eyes.

You sat like that, wrapped in each other's arms, for a few more hours as you watched the sun rise. At some point, you’d both gotten dressed, but Dean had made a point to steal your stetson and refused to take it off. As the first stallholders started to arrive, you stayed where you were, giggling like children at the funny looks shot at you. After a while, Dean was alerted by the familiar honk of Baby's horn, and the pair of you turned round to see Sam pull up a few yards away.

"Hey, Sam!" You yelled, giving him a wave. "Hey, Y/N. Glad to see you still alive and kicking. Oh, and thanks for keeping my brother preoccupied. Best night sleep I've had in weeks." He winked as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I gotta shoot." Dean stroked your hair softly. "More ghost cows calling, huh?" you giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Something like that. I'm sorry I can't stay to watch your ride."

You shook your head and crinkled your face. "Don't worry, you won't miss it. Just turn to the first page in the paper in the morning. I'll be the one who wins, if you're wondering where to look." He smiled down at you, reaching up to pass the hat back.

"Keep it. I've got plenty." You gave it a pat and adjusted the brim to fit on his head better. With one final kiss, Dean slipped off the car and headed over to his brother, who was already chuckling away.

"Keep that trap shut, boy, or you're riding shotgun for a year." Dean sauntered round to the passenger side, giving you one final nod as he climbed in. As Sam sped away, Dean flipped the hat off to run a hand through his tousled hair. He grinned when he saw the phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper tucked into the inside of the rim.

If one thing was for sure, Dean Winchester would never forget his rodeo with his cowgirl.

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NSFW Alphabet

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

T/W: PwP. It's all smut. Detailed talk of smut. Mention of kinks. A/N: I have never written one of these before, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Gif is made by me. Requests are open.

A = Aftercare

Dean is all about aftercare.

He will shower you with attention after.

He will get you your stuffed animal if you have one, a blanket, a snack, your favorite show.

Needless to say, you will be spoiled.

He will praise you constantly afterwords.

You'll be told what a good girl you are and how you made him feel so good.

Prepare for cuddles, because he's going to want to just hold you for a while.

B = Body part

He loves his cock. Seriously.

He believes he knows how to use it and he really does.

If there is one thing he can be really confident in, it's that.

Other than that, he loves his lips.

On you though, it's your eyes and your hands.

He loves eyes that feel like they are boring into his soul when they look at him.

And he loves how soft your hands hard.

The fact that you are good with them is just a bonus.

C = Cum

He knows you love it, so he's not shy about it.

He will cum on you and in you.

Especially in you if you beg for it.

He loves to cum in you.

He likes seeing it dribble down from your legs.

It's like a small mark of territory on your (or in you),

and especially loves seeing you collect it onto your fingers then licking it

The idea of you licking up his cum in general drives him crazy.

He wouldn't hesitate to cum onto something to watch you clean it up with your mouth.

If he cums on your face, it's always around your lips.

again, so that he can watch you lick at it.

D = Dirty secret

Outdoor sex is a favorite.

Be it in baby, on a dirt road, in a bathroom somewhere.

He likes the idea and risk of getting caught with you.

Which only makes any sort of quickie a little sexier.

He also likes listening to you.

Sometimes he will ask you to masturbate and walk out of view just because he simply wants to listen to you.

This often leads to a mutual masturbation time.

When he asks you to do this, you get extra loud for him and moan his name.

It drives him nuts.

E = Experience

When it comes to experience, Dean knows what he's doing.

Its never been difficult for him to get girls.

So getting laid was never a problem.

He knows every trick in the book and knows how to do them!

Dean is often called the "best night of someone's life" for a reason.

If you are inexperienced, that's okay, he will show you how to do it and how to please with him in mind.

And he will show you how to do it for as long as you need.

F = Favorite position

It's hard to narrow it down.

Dean likes sex in general but if he had to pick it would probably be any variation of the cow-girl position.

This type of position allows him to see all of you while still maintaining all of his control.

He can run his hands over your body and play with every inch of you all while watching.

G = Goofy

Dean's mood comes based off of you.

If you are serious, he's going to be serious.

If you are submissive, he's going to dominate you.

If you are playful and laughing, he's going to try and keep you playful and laughing.

It all depends on how you are responding to him.

H = Hair

Dean is pretty well-groomed.

He's not clean-shaven

but he does keep it cleaned and under control.

I = Intimacy

Dean can be pretty romantic at times.

He's one for wooing a girl.

For you, if he's been seeing you regularly and you aren't just a fling

it can be as simple as flowers and dinner

to the little touches and affections that he showers you with.

He's on to tell you that he loves you

and often, even during sex.

This is partly because he doesn't know if he's always coming home.

So he always wants to make sure you know.

He worships your body and often leaves love marks on it.

Be it fingertip bruises or a hickey, he wants you to know that you are his when you see it.

J = Jack off

When you aren't around, this is obvious.

But he's always thinking about you.

When he's alone in the hotel room, he will use the pictures (or video) he's taken of you on his phone.

Shower time is often spent thinking about you.

And he tries so hard to be quiet, but after some point, his grunts and groans are leaving the bathroom rather loudly.

When he grips himself, it's tightly, to try and make it feel like how tight you get around him.

He often fucks his hand hard and fast and imagines you taking in all of his length and width with such a deep need for him.

He likes to think about you worshiping his cock.

In the end, he finishes and imagines you taking all of his cum, preferably inside you.

K = Kink

Dean is actually a pretty kinky guy, but he never really viewed himself as kinky, it was pretty normal for him.

He very Dom. Loves to be in control of you. Especially in bed.

Bondage is always a bonus.

His favorite thing though, he has loves to have sex with you in front of mirrors because he loves to see every bit of you and watch his cock going in and out of you.

If you are willing to lick his cum off a mirror, he'd probably marry you.

He's got a bit of a daddy kink too. He likes the connection that comes with it and how you depend on him. Finds it actually to be pretty intimate.

L = Location

Dean actually doesn't have a favorite location.

He's constantly moving around a lot, so it never crosses his mind.

What matters is that he's with you!

That is really all he wants.

So I guess it's safe to say that you are his favorite location.

M = Motivation

Be verbal with him!

Seriously, praise him.

Tell him how good he feels, how much you love how he fills you, that you need to feel him cum.

This will drive him crazy!

Bite at your lip, he is always watching you when you do that.

Wear something just for him and something that he knows is just for him.

Be naked for him when he gets him.

Naked and kneeling for him.

This really brings out the dom in him.

He'll take control immediately.

N = No

Anything Dean does to you, has to be consensual.

Now, Demon Dean, that is a different story.

But Dean, he's not going to hurt you without consent.

He won't abuse you.

He follows the safewords.

While he will degrade you for a degradation kink, he won't degrade your body because he loves it.

He likes to hear you in pain, but only a good kind of pain. If he feels he's hurting you in a way that you don't like or didn't agree to, he will stop.

He will always stop when he needs to and take care of you!

O = Oral

If you are giving him oral sex, he loves it.

Like the man is easy to please, crawl under that table while he's doing research on a case and he will happily let you distract him.

Giving you oral sex is a little more of a treat for you.

He loves to taste you, especially if you taste like fruit or sweet.

He will take his time on you, go slow, his tongue will go over every little bit of your pussy.

He will suck on your clit.

And he will slide his fingers in while he does it.

And if you cum, he will keep going or he's going to stick his cock in you.

Either way, you won't be done.

P = Pace

His pace depends on the mood of the sex.

Sometimes he's going to be quick and rough, slamming into you until the headboard is smacking into the wall and you are screaming for him to not stop.

Other times he's going to be slow and take his time.

He's going to cherish those moments.

He wants you to feel every bit of him as slow as possible until you are begging him to fuck you harder and faster.

Q = Quickie

Quickies are never out of the question.

And they actually happen pretty often.

If Sammy goes out for food: quickie.

Before leaving for a hunt: quickie.

Shower in the morning: quickie.

Get the picture? He loves your body and wants it all the time.

R = Risk

He can be kind of experimental in general.

but with you, it's all about what you.

if you want to try something new, he will do it.

Sex in Baby? He'll drive somewhere nice.

Wanna fuck in the bar bathroom after drinks? He'll lead the way.

Wanna play with some rope and a kife? He'll make a run out to the car.

S = Stamina

This boy has all the stamina!

He can keep going and going for hours.

The only time he's going to stop is to hydrate and get a snack.

This also includes taking care of you, cause he can't keep going if you aren't taken care of.

T = Toys

Dean doesn't really own toys, mostly because he doesn't have a place to keep them.

But he will use what he has on hand if that is your thing.

Are you up for some cable ties, rope, or even some knife play?

If so, then he's your man.

If you bring toys though, he will use them on you.

Not himself, though you may be able to tie his wrists to the bed every once in a while.

If he uses a dildo or a vibrator on you, prepare to be teased about it.

“Aww, Buttercup, what's this? I bet nothing feels as good my cock.”

U = Unfair

Dean can be a bit of a tease.

He likes to get you worked up.

Especially until you are begging him to fuck you.

And trust me, he wants to hear you beg for it.

V = Volume

He's loud if you are loud.

He likes to match your volume.

Dean is a very auditory kind of guy, it's not as enjoyable for him if he can't hear you.

He wants to hear you moan and beg.

And in return, he will groan, moan, and tease you.

He doesn't care if someone is around, he wants a reason to make some noise.

W = Wild card

Katoptronophilia is a stable of sex with Dean.

It means he really likes to fuck in front of mirrors.

It's just not about seeing himself, he wants to see himself inside you.

He wants to see his cock sliding in and out of you.

He wants to see your tits when you are a reverse cowgirl on him.

He always wants a way to see your face when he's pushing his cock all the way inside you.

X = X-ray

Dean is very well endowed.

It's thick and long, and the coloring is just perfect.

The groomed hair makes it look even bigger.

I mean, it's really pleasing to the eye.

It's not often you see a photogenic cock, but he's got one and you damn well have pictures of it on your phone.

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is pretty consistent.

It's not difficult for you to turn him on, so you tend to use that to your advantage.

If you have a high sex drive, he will match that too.

He loves a woman that is crazy for him and spontaneous about their sex.

But he also likes routine with it.

Regular sex before bed? He loves it.

Z = Zzz

Falling asleep after sex also depends on the day and the type of sex.

If he's had a long day and the dom in him used you to release that stress, chances are after your aftercare, he will fall asleep with you in his arms.

On other days, he will be wide awake.

That usually means, grabbing a burger and some beer after.

Or round two, if he feels like he could keep going.

Regardless, in the end, he always takes the time to admire you.

He wants to love you and let you know that he loves you.

Even if it means just laying in bed and holding each other naked for a little bit.

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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years

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updated 28th june

💗 when daddy’s not around - dadsbestfriend!bucky

a cockroach infestation in y/n’s apartment block forces her and her parents to stay with her dad’s best friend— the wealthy bachelor james barnes. And when her parents are out of town for the weekend, the sexual tension that has been brewing between the pair finally boils over. warnings: age gap relationship (reader is 18), heavy sexual tension, explicit sexual content, bucky being a little tease, bucky being a slut, bucky in just a towel, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, definite size kink, cream pie, 18+.

💗 written for @sweeterthanthis’s “quote me on it” challenge

~ coming 30th june (this fic is already available on patreon) ~

💗 american beauty / american psycho - soldier boy/nomad!steve

y/n wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of america as their own personal fuck toy. but the super soldiers aren’t playing very fair. warnings: soldier boy/captain america’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, double penetration, anal play, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

~ coming 7th july (this fic is already available on patreon) ~

💗 forget me not - dean winchester

sharing a birthday with sam winchester, stacey knows that dean’s loyalties will be conflicted. their first year together, he was away on a hunt— but this year, there’s no excuse… right? warnings: a little angst, dean being a bad boyfriend (allegedly), fluff.

💗 written for @princessmisery666 x

~ coming 14th july (this will be available on patreon 30th june) ~

💗 the shadow at my window - dark!steve rogers

y/n is forever losing things, and when she misplaces her purse one day, it’s down to steve to return it to her. warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), forced entry, 18+.

💗 written for @syntheticavenger’s “how it started/how it’s going” challenge

~ coming 23rd july (this will be available on patreon 7th july) ~

💗 10 things i hate about you - andy barber

requested by anon: andy and y/n are opposing counsel in a big criminal case. y/n is as good as andy, they have been rivals for years, and she wins the case for her client. y/n gloats to andy then dub-con/ hate sex ensues because andy is pissed and tired of her. warnings: dub-con, hate sex, face slapping, explicit sexual content, degradation, sex in a public bathroom, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mirror sex, rough sex, threats of deep throating, 18+.

~ coming 28th july (this will be available on patreon 14th july) ~

💗 tell me a lie - catfish!ransom

when ransom intercepts his uncle’s email, one from an unsuspecting fan and novice author— desperate for her novel to be published— catches his attention. pretending to be walt, he befriends the girl and invites her out to “meet” walt and harlan in the hopes of getting a book deal. it’s all a game to ransom at first, but the more he talks to her, the more nefarious his intentions become. warnings: catfishing, meeting strangers from the internet (please always take someone with you and meet in a public place), slightly naive!reader, explicit sexual content, non-con, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, slight stockholm syndrome, manipulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+.

~ coming 4th august (this will be available on patreon 21st july) ~

💗 use me - steve rogers

steve wants y/n to use him in her favourite way. warnings: explicit sexual content, use of a vibrator, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), reverse cowgirl, 18+.

~ coming 11th august (this will be available on patreon 28th july) ~

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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The bastard

Title: The bastard

Square Filled for @j3bingo: Hazing

Square Filled for @spnkinkbingo: Free Space - Daddy Kink

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Professor!John Winchester x Student!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, migraine, dirty talk, dominant John, creampie, degrading, roughness, daddy kink, breeding kink, doggy style, I’ll label this one lightly dub-con, a hint of blowjob, cowgirl, age gap (John is around 50; Reader around 28), hazing, John is an ass for a moment or two (or like ever), a hint of fluff

Summary: Your professor hates you.

Word Count: 3k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2022 SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST

2021 J3 BINGO MASTERLIST

“Y/N, I want you to sit in the back from now on,” Professor Winchester eyes you warily as you were about to claim your usual place in the front row. “We have a new student, and she needs to catch up with the topic.”

“But I need to sit closer to the blackboard. My eyes are not the best, and you know about the light in the back. It’s too bright and I’m getting migraine,” you argue. “I could switch places with Danny.”

“No problem to me, Professor,” Danny tries to help you out. He hates to sit in the front and would do anything to switch places. “I got good eyes.” The boy grins. “Granny needs to sit in the front.”

“Stop calling me granny,” growling at the cocky boy you grit your teeth. “I’m twenty-eight, not eighty!”

“You are the oldest here,” one of the girls says, giggling as you drop your gaze at her comment. Most of the beginners are barely eighteen, you are much older and feel like an outcast most of the time. It doesn’t help that you work as a nurse at the university to pay for your study. “It’s unusual, is all.”

“I was a nurse before I decided to study medicine. I’m still young and,” now you look at Professor Winchester, smirking, “I’m not the oldest in this room…”

“You will sit in the back, no discussion,” jerking his head toward the only free place in the back Professor Winchester mirrors your smirk.

“Fine,” you glare at Professor Winchester, but bite your tongue. He’s an attractive man with salt-n-pepper beard, hazel eyes, big hands. Most of the time he wears black pants and a worn-out black leather jacket making him look more like a biker than a professor. If not for his shitty personality, you would crush hard on him.

“Now I want you to shut up and listen to my lecture, Mrs. Y/L/N,” he grins as you make an angry noise. “Anything else you want to discuss?”

“It’s miss, Professor Winchester.”

“Of course, it is…” he mocks, giving you a contemptuous grin. “Back to my lecture.” Professor Winchester watches you storm toward the seat in the back, grumbling as he dares to chuckle.

“He sucks,” you grumble under your breath, hating you must attend Professor Winchester’s class first thing in the morning. “He hates me for no reason. I will talk to the dean one day, I swear.”

Professor Winchester’s lecture drags on like it wants to last forever. You never hated biology before; now you do. He talks about nonsense instead of the topic you want to hear about. Your head hurts, and your eyes blur.

It takes all your willpower to keep your eyes open and to not groan at the questions the new girl asks. If you didn’t know better, you could believe Professor Winchester is watching your every move.

Anytime you are not looking at the blackboard you’ve got the feeling he’s glancing at you.

“Can we get to the point where you hand out the homework?” Danny asks. He turned around a few minutes ago and can see you are in pain. “Professor, I think Y/N isn’t feeling well. Maybe she should see the nurse…crap.” the poor boy bites his tongue, remembering you are the nurse.

“I’m fine,” you lie. It’s not that anyone but Danny would care, but you don’t want to show off weakness. “Nothing painkillers and sleep can’t cure.” Professor Winchester almost looks guilty for a moment before the moment is gone. “Let’s just get it over with…”

“He forces me to sit in the back, Professor Crowley,” you complain, crossing your arms over your chest. “We talked about my migraine and my eyes at the beginning of the semester. Now he wants me to sit in the back. The light is awful, and I can barely see anything he writes on the blackboard. Danny was kind enough to hand me a copy of his notes. That’s not his job, you know. He should be able to focus on himself and the topic, not me.”

“Danny boy wants to get into little mouse’s pants, is all,” Professor Winchester shrugs. “He’s a needy boy and I bet he didn’t get any for the longest time. Or like ever.”

“What the—!” you bite your tongue. “Danny is not the problem here. He’s a decent guy wanting to help me out.”

“You got that right, doll,” the bastard smirks, leaning closer. “He really wants to help you out with something. It’s about biology too, but not the kind we talked about lately.”

“Seriously,” glaring at the dean you huff, annoyed. “He can’t talk like that to me or Danny. This is about Professor Winchester harassing me from day one. I must work harder than anyone to get good grades. Sarah had the same damn answers in our last exam. She got an A; I got a B+! I checked it thrice, and there was not a single mistake.”

“You must work harder as you got experience as a nurse,” Professor Winchester argues. “None of the other students ever examined a patient before. You did. I let you work harder as you have an advantage.”

“What? That’s not fair!” you know it’s a lost cause to argue with Professor John Winchester. The dean won’t do shit to help you, and it will only get worse. “You know what, I give up.” You don’t give the men the chance to say another word as you storm out of the room, cursing John Winchester’s birth.

Lecture drags on once again and you feel like you are about to pass out. The throbbing pain in your head gets worse and you wish your stomach wouldn’t fight your breakfast.

If not for people around you would gladly ram your head into the wall to knock yourself out.

“Anything to add, Ms. Y/L/N?” Professor Winchester walks around the class to hand out next week’s homework. He stops when he reaches your desk, smirking but it fades as you can barely keep your eyes open.

“Nothing to add,” you fight the tears wanting to break free. “Everything is just fine…”

“Open the door, you forgot your homework,” a gruff voice calls from outside your apartment. You are not in the mood for another lecture from your professor so you pretend you’re not at home. “Danny forgot to take them too.”

“It’s Saturday,” you huff, but open the door to find Professor Winchester on your doorstep. “What do you want here?”

“I also make house calls,” he shrugs, walking past you to enter your apartment. “You didn’t show up for a whole week, Y/N. I don’t like people skipping classes.”

“I called in sick,” you close the door a little too harshly. “Yeah, come in. Make yourself home, Professor. Why don’t cha?”

“See, that’s your problem, princess,” he turns around to glare down at you. “That fucking mouth on you, and those short skirts and knee-high stockings. How can a man focus on anything but what’s between your legs when you spread them and show off your panties?”

“What? I did not!” you hold his gaze, panting as you can see his jaw tick and his hands twitch. “You can’t ban me from the front only as you are a creepy old man.”

“Creepy old man,” he’s on you in a blink, pushes you against the wall, hand wrapping around your throat. “I’ll show you a creepy old man, princess.”

“Take your hands off me,” a whimper escapes your throat, catching John’s attention. “This is inappropriate. I’m your student.”

“You’re going to be a slut for my dick from now on,” he leans closer to breathe in your face. Your eyes widen and heat pools in your belly. “That’s all you are good for.”

“Professor, you can’t talk like that to me,” John chuckles, already too far gone to back down now. He came here to get a taste of you, and he’ll not leave your home before he felt you wrapped around him. “I mean it, Sir.”

“Daddy,” he corrects, “Look at me, slut.” You whip your head toward John, hold his gaze, whimpering as he leans impossible closer. “That’s a good girl now.”

“No—I,” John covers your mouth, swallows the words stuck in your throat, as he forces his tongue into your mouth, groaning against you. He doesn’t let up, kisses you until you are a panting mess.

“It’s okay, princess. Daddy is going to take good care of you from now on,” your knees buckle, and you are sure if not for his arm wrap around your waist you would end up on the floor. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?”

“Professor, I,” your heart races, and your cunt throbs in need feeling his hips press into yours. “You’re hard and…”

“Feel what you do to me, little slut? This is all I can think about,” he kisses you again, a little rougher this time. His teeth nibble at your lower lip as you weakly claw at his leather jacket. “I’m going to fuck you six ways from Sunday and some more. You’ll walk funny on Monday.”

“Professor Winchester,” his hand holds your throat in a tight grip. He doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath or to protest as he roughly shoves one hand into your sleep shorts. “Please.”

“I will tell you what will happen now,” John purrs against your kiss-swollen lips. He easily manipulates your body, flicks your clit expertly, making you cry out in frustration as he snatches your high out of your hands, “you’ll go to your bedroom, strip your clothes off and go on hands and knees. When I enter the room, I want to see your ass up and your legs spread. Show me that dripping cunt you want me to fill since you laid eyes on me for the first time.”

“I can’t let you…we shouldn’t,” you breathe out, but your hands claw at John’s wrist. “Please…I want…I need…”

“You wanna cum, princess,” he smirks, looking down at you, knowingly. His eyes darken and you feel his breath fan over your ear as he leans closer once again. “Then be a good girl and do as daddy says…”

John steps away, observing your trembling body with darkened eyes. “O-kay,” he watches you stumble toward your bedroom, whimpering as you hear him follow close behind. “Just a minute…I…”

“Hurry up, little slut. Daddy is so hard it hurts,” he teasingly swats your ass, making you fall onto the bed. You squeak and groan feeling his hands on you again. “I guess you want me to do all the work. Fine, let’s get you out of those shorts.”

John rips your shorts down your legs, groaning as he presses the damped fabric to his nose. “Smells like a whore,” he watches you crawl onto the bed. “Now I’m going to fuck you like one.”

“Professor, ah,” he grips your hips, drags you toward the edge of the bed to press your naked ass into his crotch.

John slaps your ass, smirking as you press your face into the mattress. “I’ll fill this dripping pussy and cream it. I will mark this body,” you bite the blanket as you hear his belt buckle clink.

His heavy cock slaps against your ass and you don’t know if you should moan or push him off your trembling body. Your mind fights your needy cunt, and you know, it’s a lost battle as he teasingly runs his cockhead up and down your slit.

“Perfect little cunt, ready to take dick,” John grips your hips, roughly digging his blunt nails into your flesh as he shoves himself into you with one hard thrust. “Fuck, that’s a good little cunt. I should’ve fucked you the first day. Right there. Over my desk. In front of all the people.”

“You’re so big,” your walls strain against his thick length. It’s a struggle to accommodate his size. “You don’t fit.”

“I fit perfectly fine, little slut,” he starts to rock his hips, slowly at first. His hold on you tightens and all you can do is to take his punishing pace when he speeds up. “You’re just used to tiny cocks not stretching this cunt out. This is what you were missing out.”

“Fuck…oh,” John slams into you, making you cry out with every hard thrust. Slick runs down your thighs, your mouth falls open and you hate yourself for it, but the coil in your belly tightens.

“See, that’s what you needed to help you with your migraine,” he purrs, gyrating his hips to hammer into you. He moves his hands over your back, up to your shoulders to grip them tightly. “Fuck, I will cum so hard in your tight little cunt.”

“Please, I need to…”

John reaches down to rip your sleep shirt open, eagerly tugging at your pert nipples. “Ask nicely, princess. If you ask nicely, I’ll make you cum.”

“Please,” your walls tighten, and you can already feel the orgasm approach as John pulls out. He slaps your ass, smirking as you groan, frustrated. “Please!”

“You can do better,” he rounds the bed to press his cock to your lips. “Clean my cock, suck it good, slut. I want to feel you choke around me.”

“Please, daddy. I wanna cum on your cock,” you lick over the wide head. “I will suck you off later and swallow your cum, promised,” he groans when you suckle at the tip. “I need you to fuck me good, daddy.”

“Fine,” John grumbles. “Take your shirt off. I’m going to ruin that pussy first then,” he watches you release his cock with a plop, immediately gripping your chin. “I’m a good professor and will teach you something about biology tonight. A wet pussy, a hard cock, no protection makes,” John smirks darkly, “my baby in your belly.”

“What? I?” he drags the ruined sleep shirt down your shoulders, laughing as you whimper when he gets back behind you to fill you again. This time he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He slams his hips into your ass, as his hands roughly knead your tits. “Daddy…you can’t.”

“I know you want to be full of my babies. I’m going to fuck you full of me, make you see you are nothing but my breeder. A cunt to stuff and take cum. You’re mine. This body is mine. You are mine,” you scream and moan.

One hand finds its way between your legs to slide through your dripping folds. He toys with your clit, moaning as you are close to your orgasm.

“Please, daddy,” you whine, hoping he’ll let you cum this time.

“Say it!”

“Please daddy make me cum and fill me up. Breed me,” you cry, desperate to reach the peak this time. His rhythm never falters. John moves his hips slower, drags his thick length against your abused walls as you feel the heat in your belly turn into a raging fire. “Oh, fuck…”

“That’s it,” he all but growls, “cum all over daddy’s cock, little slut. You’re not a princess anymore but my slut. I’ll take you with me and fuck you every day and night.”

“I’m gonna cum again,” he leans over your body, presses you into the mattress. It’s an odd feeling having the professor hating you move on top of your body. He’s still fully clothed and the rough fabric of his pants rubs against your skin.

“You are allowed to cum now, doll,” he coos in your ear while rutting into you. He mounts you like an animal, hips never stopping to move until you feel his warmth fill your soaked hole and a deep guttural groan leaves his lips.

Your cunt pulses around his dick again, grips him tightly to milk him dry. “Shit. Daddy.”

“You’re such a good girl for me,” purring against your cheek, John smirks. “Y/N, you’ve got a perfect cunt there. How about a deal?”

“A deal?” huffing you let him kiss along your neck. “You already fucked me, professor. What else do you want from me?”

“Again, that mouth on you,” John sinks his teeth in your neck, marking your flesh. “I want you to be mine, only mine. We will work on your grades, and you’ll become a doctor soon enough. All I want is your cunt in return.”

“That’s a shady deal,” he chuckles in your neck but licks along your skin to soothe the sting from his bite mark. “I won’t exchange good grades for sex.”

“Say no, if you don’t want me,” whispering against you John waits for your answer. “I can’t hear you, princess.”

“Maybe I want to fuck you again. But not for good grades…”

“Morning, Ms. Y/L/N,” Professor Winchester smirks at you. He’ was right, you walk funny this morning. “I’m glad you are back. I talked to Danny; you can sit in the front row to shelter your eyes.”

“Thank you, professor,” he shudders as you turn your head so no one can see you mouth daddy. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Anything for my students…”

Six months later, …

“Fuck, look at you, princess,” John groans. His mouth falls open, and he moans your name with every swirl of your hips. “You’re riding me so well.”

“I told you, I wanna ride your dick for free,” you grip his shoulders tightly to move up and down his thick length. “Just not at your office for anyone to see.”

“Ride me faster, cum, and no one will see us,” his hand cups the back for your neck to bring you close to his face, to kiss you greedily. “I will fill this cunt up all over again.”

“Hmm…daddy is so thick and hard for me,” an odds noise leaves John’s lips as he grabs your ass with his large hands to guide your movement.

“If you cum fast, I’ll cook for you tonight,” smiling John watches you wrap your arms around his neck. “Princess?”

“If you make me dinner, Sir,” you nibble at his neck, “you can have my cunt for dessert…”

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idreamofplaid · 4 years

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@idreamofplaid SPNKinkBingo 2020 Masterlist

Lost and Found - Dean x Reader (Clothes Sharing)

A New and Improved Hell - Sam x Rowena; Dean x Reader; Sabriel; Destiel (Orgy)

The Promise - Sam x Reader (Cowgirl)

The Bunker Secret - Sam, Dean, a bunch of vines (Tentacle Porn)

Absolution - sub!Sam x dom!Reader (Figging)

Endless Beginning - virgin!Sam x virgin!Reader (Tongue Fucking)

In Service to the Queen - Sam x Rowena (Boot Worship)

Intimacy - Winchester Brother x Reader (you choose which one) (Kama Sutra)

Irresistable - sub!Dean x Rachel (OFC) (Abrasion Play)

Forbidden - Sam x Lita (OFC) (Name Calling)

Strange and Beautiful Fate - Sam x Reader x Dean (Group Sex)

Long Distance Sub - Jared x Reader (Sexting)

Just Enough Tease - Jensen x Reader (Panty Kink)

No Regrets - Dean x Reader (Glory Hole)

A Soft Place - Sam x Reader (Fuck Buddies)

Careful What You Ask For - Jensen x Reader; Jared; Rob; Ruth; Alex (Safe Word Use)

Transformation - sub!Dean x dom!witch!Reader - (Sub Space)

Christmas Past - Dean x Reader (First Time)

Christmas Present - Dean x Reader (Standing Sex)

Christmas Future - Dean x Reader (Shotgunning)

Once Upon a December - husband!Dean x wife!Reader (Free Space)

Learning to Submit - dom!Sam x sub!Reader (Dom/Sub)

Christmas Eve - husband!Sam x wife!Reader (Sucking Balls)

Mediterranean Pleasure - Jared x Reader (Barebacking)

What Dean Needs - Dean x Reader (Massage)

#spnkinkbingo #masterlist

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anathewierdo · 3 years

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 37: More Steps Towards Something Right

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 6450

Chapter summary: Dean and Y/N go on a date... Thames and Bobby reminisce about the good times and well, it’s true: everybody feels like they’re taking more steps towards something right.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

Call of the Ocean Masterlist

A/N: I fell in love with the first draft we made for this chapter, but if y’all wanna read what got cut, I recommend reading the Thasman series we got planned ;) I hope y’all like this chapter. This series is a collaboration with@ @flamencodiva . Text dividers made by the awesome @talesmaniac89

Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday, January 6th

The next day, Y/N was at the diner with Roan while Dean and Thasman worked at the garage.

“So everything okay between your mom and Bobby?” Dean asked as he looked under the hood of a car needing a new carburetor.

“Seems like it?” Thasman sighed as he passed Dean whatever he needed. “They are not the way you and Y/N or Roan and I are around the other, but they are talking, they seem friendly. That’s something.”

“Yeah, it is something,” Dean sighed as he turned the wrench. “Okay so that should do it. Let’s start the car and see if it works.”

“Okay,” the merman nodded, following Dean’s lead. “Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah Thas?” Dean said as he turned the key to the car and it roared to life. “Listen to her pur.”

“Not bad,” Thasman acknowledged. “I was wondering…”

“Wondering what?” Dean cleaned his hands and looked at the merman.

“Has Thames mentioned anything about you wearing Y/N’s necklace?”

Dean licked his lips and cleared his throat, “Just that it uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Just that Y/N and I are tied together… soulmates, I guess you can call it.”

Thasman stopped in his tracks, looking at Dean confused. “Nothing else?”

“Well…” Dean gave a small shrug. “I mean, I feel a pull to the ocean and I can hold my breath underwater longer.”

“Well, that explains why she was so shocked to hear you had it.” He shrugged, pensive. “I guess that means you can try to keep up with us the next time we go to the cave.”

“That actually sounds good.” Dean said as he walked to the small fridge towards the back of the garage for a bottle of water. “I kind of want to take Y/N out on a date tonight, though. Try to get her to relax a bit before you guys have to go back to Sindarta.”

“I think that would be a good idea,” Thasman said as he smiled. “I think Roan and I could use a nice night out as well.” the young guard rubbed the back of his neck. “I want to ask him to marry me.”

“Oh that sounds-- wait what?” Dean looked at Thasman.

“What?”

“You want to ask Roan to marry you? I mean that's very--” Dean gave him a smile. “Awesome! I mean how are you going to do it? Can I tell Y/N or do you want her to be surprised? I mean how do you ask a merman to marry you? Hell, how do you ask a merperson in general to marry you? Do you have a ring or--”

“Slow down, Clownfish!” The merman chuckled. “If anybody should be a nervous rambling mess, it’s me. Your support is appreciated, though.”

“So… what’s the plan?” Dean encouraged as he grabbed a new clip board with another work order. “You can tell me all about it as I watch you change the oil on this next car. Gotta see how good you’ve gotten at changing oil.”

The rest of the day was filled with cars and customers. Thasman explained to Dean the nature of a mermaid proposal. The human didn’t understand some of it, but it was interesting. A set of objects and trinkets to give and the last one a dagger to symbolize protection.

“So you guys don’t give the person you want to marry a ring to symbolize it?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at the merman.

“A ring is only one of the things we give to our betrothed.” Thasman explained as he tightened a bolt on the engine of the car he was working on.

“Oh,” Dean still didn’t get it if he was honest, “Humans, well, we give the person we love a ring. We plan a special evening and by the end of the night get down on one knee and ask them to marry us.”

“It takes several days for our kind to propose marriage– to the merpeople that are not part of the Royal lineage, that is.” He turned to Dean with a questioning look, “why only one evening?”

“Because, it’s a day you want to remember: the day you propose to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and the day you get married to them.”

“And what about the rest of the days?” Thasman asked as he tilted his head.

Dean was a bit confused at his question, “What about them?”

“You make it seem like humans only have two special days with the ones they love.”

“Well, really you can make everyday special but the one where you propose-- well-- huh,” Dean nodded his head slightly, “never really thought about it that way. But for tradition it’s mostly a day you decide to ask and then it becomes a special day you celebrate every year aside from your wedding day, that one is more important.”

Later, while Thasman was getting ready for his date with Roan, Dean had been searching things to do with Y/N. He checked the local paper and made note of a square dance that was happening at a local saloon. He smiled, but also shivered at the thought. Square dancing was not something Dean did, but knowing what he knew about Y/N, he knew she would love it. And he would do anything to hear her laugh and see her smile.��

“Why can’t I go to Ellen’s dwelling?”

“Thasman has a surprise planned and we shouldn’t interrupt him.” Dean answered easily, giving the ad in the paper another glance. “And speaking of surprises, wanna go on an unprompted date with me?”

Y/N smiled brightly, “Sure! Where?”

“There’s this thing called a square dance, thought you might want to check it out?”

“Square dance?” Y/N said as she tilted her head. “Is it dancing in a square? Is there a triangle dance?”

Dean chuckled at her questions before reaching over and caressing her cheek. “Only one way for us to find out.”

“What does one wear to a square dance?” She asked as she looked at the clothes she brought over.

“Wear whatever you’re comfortable in.” He smiled. “Point is you have fun.”

Y/N simply nodded and grabbed a few clothes keeping them hidden from Dean. “I’m going to take a shower and get ready in Benny’s old room.” She announced. She turned to see Dean pouting at her, “What?”

“Can I join?”

Y/N placed her hand on her hip and let out a small giggle, “if you join we will never leave.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Dean chuckled as he rushed towards her and put his arms around her.

“You promised dancing, Jellyfish,” she giggled again.

“I did,” Dean sighed. “Fine but,” he pulled her in for a sweet kiss. “I have a few ideas for later if that’s okay with you.”

Both Dean and Y/N took showers in separate bathrooms. Dean wondering what Y/N was going to wear. And the other thing running through his mind, was Thasman proposing to Roan. The merman had explained a few details of the ritual. It wasn’t anything traditional in the human sense by any means, but Dean could see the love behind such an elaborate gesture. Thasman mentioned that the ritual took a span of days. With each day leading up to the next gift until the last one was a dagger.

He found himself daydreaming about asking Y/N to marry him. He’d only known her for a few months and he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. Sure, he had felt ready to marry Cassie, but as he thought about it, his proposal to Cassie felt more like it was to be expected. It didn’t feel as though he felt at home with her.

Shaking his head he focused on finishing getting ready. He was adjusting the cuffs on his flannel shirt when he could hear the sounds of a door opening and closing. He took that as Y/N being ready. With one last look he walked out of the room and froze at the sight of her. She stood in a pair of short shorts, a black tank top with a red flannel that was tied at the waist. She wore a pair of cowgirl boots and her hair was styled into pigtails. She looked amazing, and his heart soard at how she smiled at him.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “You look handsome.”

“You look gorgeous,” he breathed, still taking her in. “Would it be so bad if we just stayed here and danced by ourselves? Preferably naked, on my bed. Have you ridden my face yet?”

Y/N let out a giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “how about you take me to this square dance thing, and after,” she let one of her hands fall to his chest. “You and I can try that face sitting thing later?”

Dean licked his lips with a chuckle and a cocky smile, “when you put it like that, I think you and I are going to have a great night.” he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

“We sure are,” she pecked him once more, stepping out of his embrace and heading over to the stairs. “Shall we?”

Dean didn’t waste any time following her down the stairs and to the front door. He helped her cimb into Baby and the night had begun. The saloon was filled with people talking and having a good time. Dean led her to an empty table as everyone mingled.

“So,” Dean said as he took her hand in his. “If anyone asks, we did not do this.”

Y/N arched a brow in confusion. “Why not?”

“This isn’t something I do on a daily basis,” Dean admitted. “But, I want to give you as many human experiences as I can, to keep a smile on your face.”

“If you don’t like dancing, you could have just told me, Dean.” She kept her tone soft, letting him know she wasn’t upset by his answer in the least. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s not that I don’t like dancing,” Dean said. “I just… it’s not something I do on a regular basis. And…” he looked around at the couples laughing and talking. “Who knows? It could be fun.”

“It could be,” Y/N agreed. “How hard can it be?” she said with a shrug as they watched a few of the couples dance for a bit.

“I don’t know,” Dean answered as he observed the dancers on the floor. “But I know I am going to need a drink before I go out there.”

“I could use one too,” She nodded along as she saw the musicians and the man calling out the moves. “When you said this is not something you do on a regular basis, did you mean this type of dancing or dancing in general?”

“If I’m honest,” he took the glass of whiskey the waitress put down and gestured to the dance floor. “That kind of dancing.” he looked back at her. “Do you guys do anything like this back home?”

“We have something that I guess you can call it dancing?” She said with a shrug taking a sip of her own drink. “I mean it’s like fish swimming in circles. But it’s nothing like this.”

“Which reminds me, do you have fish playing instruments like in the Little Mermaid or do you have music at all? And do you dance in pairs or just twirl around each other?”

“We use shells and other things, but it’s nothing like in the Little Mermaid,” she explained. “We do dance in pairs but we twirl around in pairs if that makes sense.” she reached over and took his hand in hers. “I wish I could take you with me and show you.”

“If I can’t go, then maybe we could try it in the lagoon of the cave?”

Y/N gave him a small smile and giggled, “I think that would be nice.” She took one last sip and looked out onto the dance floor. “I think we’re ready to try it, what do you think?”

“I think I am going to embarrass the fuck out of myself with my bad moves.” Dean chuckled, downing the rest of his drink in one go. “Let’s do this.”

It turns out, neither of them could properly dance when it came to Square Dance. Sure, the steps were relatively easy, but their circle depended on everybody getting everything right and that only added to the pressure –at least from Dean’s perspective.

They managed to dance their way decently through three songs before deciding that, yeah, this was not something both wanted to repeat no matter how much fun they had. At one point, Y/N had tripped and ended up tilted down in Dean’s arms, which would have looked incredibly cool and romantic had they not been interrupted by the guy at the microphone telling them to go back to dancing. When they finally got out, they were laughing hard at all of their mistakes, but soon decided that this was a great experience, and it looked better as a one time activity.

Like they said, not their style.

Reaching the Impala, Dean and Y/N shared a look before bursting into another fit of laughter.

“I mean,” Dean said after a minute. “Did you see their faces when we--”

“Yes!” Y/N chuckled. “And when I--”

“Oh yeah,” Dean let out.

After another minute they calmed down. The silence filled them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, In fact, it was comforting.

“I think going home right now is a good choice,” Dean said as he brought Y/N closer to him.

He caressed her cheek gazing deep into her eyes.

Y/N bit her lip and blushed slightly, “I think that would be nice.”

Dean leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Breaking the kiss, Dean helped her into the car and they made their way back to the house. Making their way up to Dean’s room they laughed as their clothes left a trail behind them.

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Previously that same day, Bobby nervously knocked on Ellen’s door while Thasman, Roan, and Y/N were all working. He took off his hat and smoothed out his hair. He felt nervous asking her to spend the day with him. But he had to start somewhere. And he knew, she wouldn’t take the first step. Licking his lips he lifted his fist and knocked on the door. After a minute, Bobby knocked again and he couldn’t help but smile when he heard Ellen grumbling about coming to the door.

“Singer?” she grumbled. “If you’re here for Thasman, you should know he’s at the garage.”

“I know that, you old hag,” Bobby huffed. “I’m here to see Thames. Besides shouldn’t you run your diner?”

“I got Meg keeping everything under control,” Ellen chuckled. “Girl is one of my best managers.” She moved out of the way to let Bobby in. “You can wait in the den, I'll go get Thames.”

Bobby swallowed the lump in his throat as he waited for Thames. At least, he hoped that she would come down and see him. He hoped that what he had planned was the step in the right direction. She was back in his life. She was alive,they had a son. And while it might be too late to have more, all he cared about now was to have her realize that he would do anything to help her see that she was safe with him.

“Robert?”

Thames’ voice interrupted his thoughts. Bobby turned to look at Thames and felt his heart get caught in his throat. She looked just as beautiful as ever. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, bright like the sun as he remembered.

“Yeah,” Bobby said as he licked his lips. “I was--” he took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you’d like to spend the day together. I figured I could show you around and you can see what’s changed.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “I didn’t plan to go out and around during my stay… Have things changed a lot? Around town?”

“Oh,” Bobby smiled. “A little bit. Al expanded the bakery. And the garage is running again.” he said as he looked down at the floor. “We have one of them new coffee shops and the antique store has some new things.” he rambled.

Thames took a step closer as curiosity etched on her face. “Al is still alive? Or is his son running the bakery now?”

“Both,” Bobby said. “You know he makes the eclairs you like and looks like Thasman likes them too. I keep seeing that boy with one every other day since they’ve been here.”

“The eclairs are the most delicious thing they offer,” she pointed out softly as she smiled. “Same recipe?”

“I believe so,” Bobby said as he smiled. “Would you like to head over there? I’m sure Al would love to see you. Sure Junior is also behind the counter.”

“I don’t know. Al surely doesn’t remember me, and his son was so small the last time I saw him… has something else changed?”

Now she was stalling. Bobby was sure.

“You’d have to come with me to find out,” Bobby challenged.

Thames gave him a defying look in response before biting her lip in consideration. In the end, she grumbled lightheartedly. “Well, shells, I am already on land anyways.”

“Okay,” Bobby said as he offered her a smile. “I have my truck with me so we can head on over to main street.”

Bobby left the Camaro back at his house. He didn’t want her to see the mermaid on the hood just yet.

As they made their way out of the house after saying a quick goodbye to Ellen, Thames stood still for a moment, just watching the old truck parked in front of her. She’d had the chance to see and ride in it before, but just… she hadn’t given herself the chance to really see it, recognize it. She always knew Bobby was very good at what he did, fixing and keeping alive those metal things, but two and a half decades later and to still have that old thing?

Memories of happier, simpler times were crawling to the front of her mind screaming for attention.

Finally, she put herself in the passenger seat, just like the old days, and watched Bobby as he set the key into the ignition and the engine rattled its way to life.

“I have to admit,” she breathed letting herself smile as she ran her fingers across the dashboard. “I missed riding in these contraptions.”

“Good thing you have time to do it again,” Bobby chuckled, setting the truck into motion and driving them towards their first destination.

Thames found herself in awe at how much the town had changed. There seemed to be more people than before and there were shops with things she had never seen before. She could see certain places Bobby would take her to, an old soda shop that was till there. A dress store that was still in business where Bobby bought her first dress whizzed by. With her mind on looking at what had changed, Thames failed to notice when Bobby had parked the car in front of Al’s.

“Thames?”

Bobby’s voice interrupted her thoughts. The mermaid gave a slight jump before looking at the man she loved long ago, and could still feel a pull towards him.

“Oh,” she looked around and noticed Al’s sign. “We’ve arrived.”

“We sure have,” Bobby said as he climbed out and jogged towards the passenger side to help her out.

Thames stood in awe at how the bakery had changed. “It used to only be a small building. What happened?”

“They grew,” he shrugged. “Al and his family saved up and now they do a lot of bigger gigs, but the main headquarters is here. Last I heard they were trying to open another bakery a few towns over.”

“That sounds exciting,” Thames said. She kept her hands to herself as Bobby opened the door for her. “Thank you, Robert.” she said with a soft smile. “Oh my!” She couldn’t hide her surprise as she saw the large cases full of tasty treats.

Bobby smiled. “Told ya.”

“You certainly did,” Thames said letting out a soft chuckle. “I know I want to buy an eclare, but I would like to try something more.” she whispered biting her lip before shaking her head. “No I couldn’t. I can’t spend your money, Robert. It was nice to see how the place has changed.” She slowly walked back and made her way to the door.

“Hold it right there,” Bobby said as he took a hold of her hand and pulled her back. “You are going to get what you want and not worry about anything, you hear?” He gently nudged her to the case, “Now, we ain’t got all day. So start picking.”

“They didn’t offer this much the last time I was here,” she pointed out. There was no use in arguing at the moment, since, okay, maybe Thames did want to buy a lot of pastries, sue her. “What’s your favorite?”

“Me?” Bobby had to laugh a little at her question. “Guess it would be the small personal sized peach cobbler.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I already know I’m getting you eclairs, but go ahead and pick out anything you think you want to try.”

“That is something I did not see when I was here. I would have thought you were still a doughnut guy, with how much you loved them.”

“Never said I stopped loving them, sea hag,” he teased. “But I figured trying something new would be good. I think I can get a few doughnuts to try and share.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Bobby,” she teased back. She walked back and forth of the counter, catching sight of the peach cobblers Bobby mentioned, her beloved eclairs and the classic chocolate glazed doughnuts Bobby used to fight her for.

Bobby smiled to himself for a second. He felt his heart soar at the fact that she called him Bobby instead of Robert. He hoped that this was the start of them getting comfortable with one another again. While she looked at the new pastries, he motioned for Junior to come over and ordered the ones they were taking. Thames was in awe at what a wonderful young man Junior had become.

“There you go, Mr. Singer,” he said as he handed over the box containing all the baked goods.

“Thanks, kid. Your old man around here somewhere?”

Junior nodded. “Bathroom break. Should be back any minute now.”

“Have an old friend I’m sure he’s dying to see. So how’s your Ma doin’?” Bobby said, starting small talk.

“As good as she can be, thank you sir. We have a cake delivery near Austin in a few days and she’s getting started on the design for said cake.”

“Oh by the way,” Bobby said as he looked at the cakes. “Cake you guys baked a few months ago was a big hit. Never got to say thank you.”

“It’s no problem Mr. Singer,” Junior assured, distracted as he leaned down to organize some of the pastries. “So, who’s this old friend you mentioned?”

“Thames,” Bobby said as he gently brought her over. “You might have been too young to remember her but--”

“Oh my god! Ms. Thames!” James looked up and smiled at her. “Of course I remember! I was only nine, Bobby!” Junior stopped organizing the pastries and walked around the case towards her. “What happened? Are you okay?

“Yes,” she breathed in surprise at his reaction. “I just… I never found the right time to come back… But look at you! You are all grown now!”

“I am!” Junior said proudly. “Got married a few years ago and we’re expecting our first kid.”

Thames’ eyes widened in surprise before she wrapped her arms around the man. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” Junior said, returning the hug. “It is so good to see you, and I know that Dad will be happy to see Bobby not being a grump for a bit.”

Bobby let out a huff. In truth, he wanted to let Junior know about Thasman. He wanted to boast and announce that he was a father to an amazing young man who was working at the new garage, who was also protecting a princess. But he knew Thames would be angry with him if he did. The last thing he wanted was to anger the mermaid he had loved for so long.

“I may be a grump,” he admitted. "But I ain't as grumpy as your old man!"

“Who you calling a grump, Singer?!” A voice called from behind them.

Bobby turned around, giving the old baker a cocky smile. “I’m calling you a grump, Ramirez!”

“Come here, you old wind bag!” Al said as he pulled Bobby into a hug. “Last time I saw you in here was--” Al stopped to think. “Well it was a damn long time!”

“I was here less than two weeks ago, you idjit,” he chuckled as he patted Al in the back.

“Ya see? Too damn long!” Al exclaimed.

“Dad, Thames is back!” Junior said as he pointed to her.

She stood in silence watching the interaction. Biting her lip she looked down at the floor slightly before taking a deep breath and lifting her gaze to look at Al.

“Hello Alberto,” she greeted.

“Dios mio!” he said before pulling her in for a hug. “Where the hell have you been? Este maldito viejo se estaba volviendo loco!” (This damn old man was going crazy.)

“Si, en eso estoy de acuerdo,” Thames said. (yes, I agree with you on that.)

“Since when do you speak Spanish?” Bobby asked Thames.

“There is a lot about me you have forgotten, Bobby,” Thames said as she winked at Al. “you should know more than anyone that where I come from we have a deep understanding of many different languages.”

Al only gave her another squeeze before stepping out of the hug, keeping both of his hands on her arms as if to keep her from disappearing. “It’s been so long. What happened to you?”

“It is complicated,” She breathed. “Where I came from, I had to go back and settle some things, but--” she closed her eyes and looked at Al, “I gave birth to a son, Thasman and I had to go into hiding for a while.”

Bobby looked at her in slight surprise at what she admitted. He looked between the woman he loved and the bakery owner.

“Thasman? As in long hair guy Thasman? He’s your son?” Al turned to his son, giving him an ‘I told you’ look. “That’s why he looked familiar! El niño tiene los ojos de su madre.”

Thames nodded, “Yes it was a bit of a shock, but I raised him as best I could and our country right now is going through a coup. We’re trying to get things stabilized before we can return.”

Al gave a slow whistle in shock and cursed softly in spanish at her answer. “Must be a tough time for you.”

“I have faith that it will get better,” Thames said holding her head high. “My brother is strong. He will not let anyone push him around.”

“Well,” Bobby said as he cleared his throat. “We have places to go, pastries to eat.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he pulled the cap over his eyes.

Thames spilled the beans, but he wondered what it all would mean. She said it herself, she would be leaving. So far, he kept himself in check at shouting out that Thasman is his son. Would Thames be angry if he admitted it? Would she take Thasman away if he started to tell people about it?

Al and Junior insisted on inviting them for dinner as soon as they could, telling Bobby to give them a call if he and Thames happened to have a free night. After some long goodbyes and a couple of gifted eclairs (Al insisted again), they were out of the bakery and back at Bobby’s truck.

Starting the truck Bobby pulled out of the parking spot and made his way down a familiar road. “So, that was a nice haul you got there.” he said pointing to the boxes of pastries. “Think you can fit it all in your stomach?”

“I’ll manage. Surely Ellen and the kids will help me out. Besides, one of the peach cobblers and the doughnuts are yours.”

“Only one of each? That’s criminal,” Bobby teased. “And here I was going to share,” he gave her a smile. “Now I think I’ll just have to keep everything for myself.” he let out a sigh as he parked the truck and turned to look at her. “Wonder if you remember this place.”

He pointed out the window to a small secluded park he had found with her long ago. Many nights spent with a blanket and his radio to listen to music under the stars. The small park was close to the ocean and one could hear the waves hitting the rocks below.

There was a new swing set now, along with a slide and every few days (if people were lucky), there was this young woman who’d bring with her an ice cream cart.

A good thirty seconds had gone by before Thames spoke.

“The bench is not here anymore.”

A smile broke out on Bobby’s face even though he tried to contain it. “A few years after you left they decided to change it and put the ones you see now. Believe it or not, the city has actually fought to keep the park untainted.”

“Someone tried to build over it?”

“A few people. Wanted the ocean view for their offices.”

“Well I’m glad they couldn’t.” she breathed, turning around to give him a questioning look. “Bobby, why did you bring me here?

“Wanted to give you a familiar place,” Bobby said with a shrug. “Help you remember happier times.” he grabbed their pastries and walked over to a bench by a tree that had a small table.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Thames pointed out softly. “Thank you.”

“If I’m not mistaken,” Bobby gave a small grunt as he sat down. “I’m pretty sure we were here, the last night before you had to go back.”

Thames’ eyes widened as the memory resurfaced, looking at Bobby highly amused as she brought a hand up to her mouth to contain a laugh. “We were lucky nobody was around. I would not have bore another indecency charge.”

“We were only caught that one time in the truck,” Bobby argued. “And this park is highly secluded. Besides, I can safely say that that was probably one of the nights that Thasman could have been conceived.”

“Well, he wasn’t.” she chuckled softly. “I was already pregnant by that night. Just didn’t know it yet.”

“So it was one of the other nights then, maybe that night in my truck,” Bobby chuckled as he opened the box of pastries.

“Now that I think about it, most nights took place in your truck. And we are very lucky we only got caught once.”

“I mean, we could have another adventure in the truck,” He breathed, testing out the waters. “Only ever thought about you really. I missed you like crazy, Thames. Even when I tried to move on with Karen--” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat. “She couldn’t compare to you.”

“It’s too soon, Robert. And it’s been twenty six years.” she pointed out. “We might as well be in love with only memories and not the real thing.”

“Doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to have sex, Thames.” Bobby let out a laugh. “I may be old but I’m not senile.”

“I’m not talking about that. And you are not that old, by the way. You humans live up until eighty years or something. You are only… what? Fifty five?”

“Sounds about right,” Bobby said as he took a bite of the cobbler and let out a satisfied hum. “You know,” he said after swallowing the bite. “I know I’m in love with the real thing and not a memory. Even if I did have dreams about you, I know that I never stopped loving you.”

“Don’t push me, Robert. I’m not ready for anything. I’m not even sure if we would still work like that.”

Bobby raised his hands in defeat, “I’m just putting it out there.” he grabbed an eclair and held it out for her. “You know, you are still as beautiful as I remember.”

“Still a charmer, I see.” She smiled teasingly. “You should show our son some of that charm. I bet he would sweep Roan right off his fins.”

“I mean it,” Bobby huffed. “Look, you are the mother of my son. You have been raising him on your own. I don’t need to raise him.” Bobby swallowed the lump in his throat. “But I don’t want to lose you again, seashell.” he said reaching over and caressing her cheek.

He used the nickname he had given her long ago, before he knew what she was. He watched her face, gauging as to whether he had gone too far. But he couldn’t help himself. For years he had prayed, wished, and begged the universe for her to come back. And here she was, alive, having given him a son, and pulling away from him.

Thames was closing off, bit by bit. “I thought you were still mad.”

“I mean,” Bobby rubbed the back of his neck before speaking. “I can’t say I’m not hurt about what you did, and I was mad.” he admitted. “But I can’t dwell on the past. What’s done is done and the important thing right now is you’re alive and we have a son. A son that I would love to get to know more. Plus that fact that I want you to stay with me this time, Thames.”

“Robert… I don’t–”

Bobby lifted his hand to stop her from talking, “I get it.” He breathed and began packing up. “I guess I should take you back to Ellen's. It's getting pretty late anyways.”

He knew it. He knew he wasn’t worthy anymore.

“No, no, I mean I can’t promise I will stay. I will have to go back at least to help Thasman.” She explained. “We just got here… I’m in no rush.”

“Oh,” he breathed. “I mean. I know you have to go back eventually. Can’t really let your brother stay in a prison. And, okay. I guess you can tell me some stories. Maybe about how Thasman was when he was small? Or his first date with Roan?” Bobby asked.

Thames laid back a bit, relaxing, “I can tell you this, Robert, I was never bored. And he got in even more trouble once he was friends with Y/N.”

“Oh I can tell,” Bobby said with a laugh. “He said a few months back before the tournaments that the week they were here was her biggest scheme yet.”

“Definitely.” She nodded, amused. “When Thasman got into the academy to train to be a guard, he got more rigid and disciplined but Y/N always found the way to bring him along for her schemes.”

“Oh I can see the discipline,” Bobby said as he passed her another eclair. “Can’t stand the long hippie hair though.”

Thames let out a chuckle. “He likes his long hair. And it was the best way I could think of to cover up his mark.”

“How did you do it when he was a baby?” Bobby wondered. “I mean he wasn��t born with long hair.”

“I used to use magic.” She took a bite off the eclair. “When he grew, I just didn’t cut his hair and it was easier than hunting down ingredients for a spell to erase his mark.

“Makes sense,” Bobby said as he nodded. “By the way, when is his birthday? I already gave him a car, had to work for it though. But I’d like to get him something to make up for the twenty-six that I missed.”

“May fourth.” she answered. “You shouldn’t feel bad about that, though. He loves you already.”

“I know,” Bobby sighed, taking a small sip of water. “But I gotta make it up to him. I want my son to know that I love him. Hell I was already warming up to him before I knew he was my son. Albeit I was grumpy and annoyed that a man his age didn’t know how to drive,” he chuckled. “But when I found out what he was I kicked myself for not noticing the signs.”

Thames’ expression had grown serious as she got lost in her own thoughts, going back to a memory. “When he first mentioned you, I was terrified.” she confessed softly, eyes looking right ahead, but not watching. “I was waiting for something like the big fight you and I had a few days ago.

“I’m sorry for everything I said that night.”

“It hurt. But you did have a point: I could have visited with him. Or done something, anything else.”

“Thames, if changing anything you did meant changing the way our son turned out to be, then I wouldn’t change a damn thing, no matter how much I wish I’d been there with you two.”

The mermaid didn’t answer to his words, only limiting herself to a soft and sad smile.

They continued to eat the pastries until two thirds of the context of the box had been eaten. Conversation went from light and superficial to a road down memory lane and catching up. More stories of Thasman’s childhood, his shenanigans, his first kiss, his first date; eventually they moved on to stories of their own of the past twenty six years. Their own dates, their own adventures and regrets and anecdotes. It was like meeting each other all over again, but without so much small talk. Talking, confiding with each other was still as easy as it had been all those years ago.

And if Thames was beginning to have faith in the possibility of being with Bobby again, nobody had to know.

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If I Die Young

A one shot based off the song, “If I Die Young” by The Band Perry (but I recommend the cover by Naya Rivera).

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Dean x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak. Pretty PG 13.

Hunters don’t die from old age or natural causes.

They die from wounds, during a hunt gone wrong, self-sacrifice, or a bar brawl turned nasty.

They definitely don’t die from cancer, and they definitely don’t die at twenty-seven.

So, when you had a bruise that just refused to heal, you didn’t think anything of it, but Sammy insisted that you go to the doctors.

[[MORE]]

You took your fake ID and your fake insurance cards and sat in the waiting room, your small, clammy hand in Sam’s sure, large one.

Your leg bounced nervously. You hated the doctors. You hated hospitals. You hated feeling trapped.

“YN,” Sam chided gently.

Your leg’s movement ceased.

“It’ll be okay,” Dean encouraged.

You shot a glare to the elder Winchester brother.

“Jordan?” A nurse called.

Sam and Dean stood before you realized you were Jordan.

The nurse smiled at you and your boys as you went through the door that separated the waiting room and the exam rooms.

She made you get on the scale, she made you stand against the wall to get your height— you were short and the brothers never let you forget it. She sat you down on the exam table before she took your vitals.

The nurse asked standard questions and you answered. Dean blushed when she asked if you could be pregnant. You snorted.

The nurse left and the doctor came. “Jordan?” She asked and you nodded. “I’m Dr. Lexi Grey.”

They took vials and vials of blood— Sam held your hand and kept your eyes focused on him and not the needles.

They took X-Rays and MRIs and every other scan in the book.

It took almost three weeks to get the results back.

Cancer.

You laughed at the irony of a perfectly healthy twenty-seven year old getting cancer. Stage four cancer.

“Six good months if we don’t do chemo or maybe eighteen if we do chemo,” Dr. Grey said.

“We can do chemo—” Sam had started.

“You’re still young—” Dean had said.

You shut them down. You weren’t going to fight it. Your grandfather had died from cancer and you didn’t recognize the man in the coffin by the end of the ordeal.

“Not happenin, boys,” you said.

Not long after your diagnosis, you began feeling the effects. You were tired, all the time. You didn’t have an appetite most of the time. You lost weight.

But you were still happy.

Sam and Dean unconsciously took on less and less, spending more time with you.

You traveled just to travel.

The first place you went? The World’s Largest Ball of Twine.

It was a three hour drive from the bunker and you bounced with anticipation the whole way there.

“This is what you wanted to see?” Dean asked, hands on hips, watching Sammy very carefully take a picture of you.

You stood in front of the ball, arms outstretched and a goofy smile on your face.

You humored Sam, too. He wanted to visit the historical town of Lindsborg, so the three of you drove there, all singing along to classic rock the whole time.

But your favorite place that you visited? That was the Boot Hill Museum in Dodge City.

Dean dressed up like a cowboy and participated in a fake shoot-out.

He bought you a hat that said “World’s Cutest Cowgirl” and you proudly wore it.

You had hundreds of pictures from these trips and you insisted on making a scrapbook.

Dean complained on the outside, but you knew he’d do anything to make you happy.

Sammy was awfully adept at decoupage.

“When I die, I’ll turn into a rainbow. That way you’ll know I’m in heaven,” you said one night during dinner. “That way you’ll know I’m safe.” You nodded in affirmation at your statement.

The cancer was spreading. You could feel it in your soul.

So you made your boys— Cas included— eat one big meal with you once a week.

Dean tried to lighten the mood. “Who says you’re going to heaven?”

“I did,” Cas deadpanned, glaring at Dean as if it were stupid to think anything else would happen to your soul.

That made Sam laugh and you smile.

It made Dean glare.

“I don’t want you to die,” Dean said after he’d snuck into your bedroom way past what could be considered a decent hour.

He had been crying and his cheeks were still wet.

You didn’t say anything. You just held your arms out.

He accepted your embrace and you cried and together.

“I love you, sweetheart. Always have. Was too stupid and too scared to say anything. But now—”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Now we have to face the music.”

Dean spent every night with you after that.

“I want a hunter’s funeral, obviously,” you said.

Sam and Dean had fought this— they didn’t want to plan your funeral.

“But I want my ashes spread at sea. And you have to sing to me!” Tears sprung from your eyes.

“Of course,” Sammy said.

“What song?” Dean asked.

“‘Hey Jude’, please,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “At dawn.”

“Put on your fed suits.” You were rambling now. “Throw my pearls into the ocean.”

“What happens when I die?” You asked Cas.

“Your soul will separate from your body. I expect that Tessa will be your reaper,” Castiel explained in his gravelly voice. “Tessa will take you to the threshold and I will greet you there. I will take you to heaven.”

“What’s heaven like?”

“It’s different for everyone. For Ash, it’s the roadhouse. For Bobby, it’s watching the boys grow up before they were truly hunters. It’s your best memories, over and over.”

“Oh.”

Your mother visited you in your dreams. “I’ll collect you in sixty days’ time.”

“Dean,” you said the next night after passionate love making.

“Yeah, Princess?”

“I wanna get married. Next week.”

Dean threw his head back in laughter. “Of course.”

“And I wanna drive Baby.”

Dean laughed again. “Okay.”

The wedding was small and haphazard and perfect. Sammy was the best man and Castiel was the maid of honor, much to his chagrin.

You bought a short, white dress from a second hand store and the boys wore their Fed suits.

You bought a cheap bouquet from the nearest florist and went barefoot. You had your grandmother’s pearls around your neck.

Castiel was kind enough to transport you to a private beach for the ceremony.

Dean cried, just a little.

You could feel the beginning of the end two weeks before your mother said she’d be there.

“This is it,” you told your boys at the weekly meal.

Everyone cried, including Cas.

You spent your last week in a special hospital bed— you were in pain and needed an IV for the pain meds. Dean helped you go to the bathroom as much as he could.

Your eyes were heavy and you couldn’t fight it.

“I love you, Dean, Sammy. So much.”

Sammy kissed your forehead and Dean kissed your lips.

You fell into slumber and neither of your boys left you until your body was cold.

When you opened your eyes, you were separated from your body. You watched the scene before you.

Dean carefully laid your body on the pyre— the one that you and he had constructed. Therapy you called it.

Sammy lit a match and tossed it.

They watched until the flames burned out and Dean fell asleep outside.

Tessa didn’t say a word— she just touched your arm and you followed her into the light.

As promised, Castiel was there. You threw your arms around him and hugged him fiercely.

He returned the affection.

When you entered heaven, you didn’t know what to expect.

You were wearing your wedding dress and you could feel your wedding band on your left hand.

You heard a voice you thought you’d never hear again.

“YN!” Bobby boomed.

“Bobby?” You cried.

You ran to him and threw your arms around him. Tears fell freely from your eyes and sobs fell freely from your lips.

“I know, YN. But they’ll be here before you know it.”

Bobby held you until the tears subsided.

“I’ll visit you often,” Castiel promised as he turned.

You jogged to catch up with him. It was easy because you didn’t need to breathe now.

“Cas, how do I make a rainbow? I promised Sam and— and Dean I’d let them know I was safe.”

Cas nodded for you to follow him. He walked until there was a clearing in the cloud and it felt like you were dropping, but Cas was flying your soul down to earth.

Dean and Sam were collecting your cremains from the pyre and Dean was clutching your pearls.

“I’ll open the clouds,” Cas started, “and you’ll use the purity of your soul to refract the light from the sun. Focus on Dean.”

The clouds separated and you closed your eyes. You could feel the sun moving through you. When you opened your eyes, there was a rainbow that shined on your boys. No, you shined on your boys. You were the rainbow.

Dean fell to his knees and cried. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he choked out.

You visited Sam and Dean when they drove to the ocean. They found a secluded cliff to spread your ashes.

Castiel made sure the wind blew toward the ocean.

He landed next to Dean.

Dean turned and pulled Cas into a hug.

“Thank you for being here.”

“YN is here, too,” Cas said, pointing to where your soul was.

Dean turned and you focused on making yourself into a rainbow again.

Sam chuckled. “Hey, YN. Miss you.”

Dean walked closer to your rainbow and reached out to touch it—you.

When his fingers touched your colors, you gasped. You could feel his fingers.

The rainbow was solid—no, you were solid. Dean laughed when his fingers didn’t move through the light.

“Miss you, sweetheart.”

He placed a kiss at where he thought your forehead should be and turned.

He opened the bag of your cremains and began singing.

“Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better.”

Sammy and Cas joined.

“Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better.”

Dean turned the bag and your ashes spread in the wind. Tears rolled down his face.

Sammy grabbed his shoulder and he cried, too.

“Hey Jude, don't let me down

She has found you, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Better, better, better.”

“Na, na, na, na, na-na-na na

Whoo-ooh-oh

Hey Jude, hey Jude

Hey Jude, make it, make it

Make it, Jude

Oh, Jude.”

When Dean died, Castiel came to you immediately. “I had to pull some strings— I owe Naomi— but Dean will be here soon.”

You ran to the gates and waited impatiently.

Tessa could barely keep up with Dean because of how fast he was running.

“Y/N!” He called when he saw you.

You ran to him and he picked you up in a tight hug. He squeezed you hard before he began kissing you.

It had been five years, and damn, did you miss those lips.

“Hey Cas? Can you get pregnant in heaven?” You asked. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt pregnant.

“Y/N, you were pregnant when you died. Now that your soulmate is here, the baby will grow and age until they are eighteen, then stop growing.”

Dean almost shit himself.

When Sammy died eight months later, Dean had felt it. He waited by the gates, holding you in a casual embrace.

Sammy pulled you into a bearhug and wrestled Dean to the ground.

“Momma?” A small voice called.

Sam’s eyes snapped up— Bobby—Bobby Singer— was holding a child that looked exactly like Dean.

“I was pregnant when I died,” you explained.

Sam shook his head and pulled Bobby into an amended bear hug.

“Who’s this?” He asked as he took the child from his stand in dad.

“I’m Mary!” The little girl exclaimed. “And you’re my uncle Sammy!” The girl wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck.

Yep, he was a goner.

Dean had died a hunter— scarified himself for Sammy. Sammy had died a hunter— hunt turned nasty. So it didn’t matter that you died a civvy way, as Dean joked.

But who cared?

You had your boys and your best girls and that’s all you needed in your forever.

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Long-haired moose- Sam Winchester x Reader (requested)(smut)

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request: Hello are you currently accepting request submissions for supernatural? If so could I request Sam Winchester x Reader? Plot idea: Sam finds out somehow that the reader likes guys with long hair so he grows his out very long, and constantly plays with it/flips and swings it around/ties it up whenever he’s alone with the reader in hopes of effectively teasing them. Could lead to smut in the end but I’ll leave that up to your own creative direction! You’re a very talented writer I’m so happy to have followed you a while ago! xx <3

A/N: I did put that Sam did cut his hair at the beginning and then he lets it grow. But with the ´´cutting hair`` thing. He didn’t cut it to Dean’s level, but it was much shorter than Sam’s casual hair.

Also, it is the first time I am trying to write smut with a first person POV.

Pairing: Sam x female! reader

Warnings: fluff, jealous moose- I mean Sam, angry Sam (just a little bit), smut, a little bit of angry sex, rough sex, hair pulling kink (both), oral (Sam receiving), teasing, protected sex (stay safe), cursing, doggy style, cowgirl style.

Y/N’s POV:

Some months ago, I was in the bunker, watching TV with Sam and Dean. Sam was passing his hands through his shorter hair, some weeks ago he had cut it and I was a little bit upset about it.

Anyways, in the TV, the advertisement ended and the series about Vikings were starting. Sam wasn’t such a big fan, but Dean and I where fans.

Suddenly, my favorite character came into scene, he reminded me of Sam because he was tall, muscular and had long hair. And, yeah, I liked Sam.

´´Dean, Dean, look at him ,he is so beautiful`` I said, catching Sam’s attention. He clenched his jaw. I could see jealousy painted all over his face.

Dean rolled his eyes playfully, knowing exactly what I was doing, while Sam was scanning the character. I continued to ´´simp`` over this character, while Sam was getting more and more tense. He even left the room, I could swear his face was red from anger.

Well, anyways, that was a few months ago. Sam never let us watch that series ever again. He went on hunts alone sometimes, but it was normal, right? One thing was sure, he had let his hair grow and not

Some days after Sam went off on a hunt with Dean, leaving me at the bunker, Cas came to visit me.

Cas told me that Sam had sent him. I was blessed he wasn’t that angry.

My angel friend told me that Sam had a lot of crazy feelings about me. Even tho I understood what they where when Cas explained them, he seemed pretty confused.

For what I could understand, Sam did love me, but he was jealous that I didn’t pay much attention to him when I saw men with longer hair.

´´ Why is Sam always thinking about your thing with the hair?`` Cas asked, tilting his head. I laughed slightly. ´´ Because I like men with long hair`` Cas nodded but still look confused. ´´But like in a romantic or human sexual way?``he then asked.

I blushed when I responded ´´Both ways, but is a huge turn on``.

[Dean’s POV]

Sammy was acting all strange, since Y/N had simped over that viking character. But what really fucked up was the fact that Sam started to do some hairstyles just like the character.

I swear, if they don’t stop the eye fucking each other, Imma make them do it.

Well, Castiel appeared once we were about to hit the hay. He came looking at Sam and murmured something into his ear, something that made him darken his eyes and smile.

[Few days later]

[Y/N’s POV]

Sam came back from the hunt, Dean had some business to deal with and he would stay a few more days out.

Sam was way more talkative with me since he came back. That made me really happy.

Then again, we found each other in the same place where everything started. In the living room. I couldn’t take my eyes off Sam. Well, more exactly to his hair. He had put it into a low ponytail. It wasn’t long enough to make it to a real ponytail, but like a pigtail was perfect to describe it.

He was all the time taking it off, or changing the hairstyle, or just ruffling it and letting it fall all over his face. And let’s just say that I was getting really really damp wet down there.

Sam turned to me. ´´You know you are cute when you are looking at me trying to not be seen`` he said smiling at me. I looked at him wide-eyed.

He flipped his hair before cupping one side of my face. He leaned in, and I did so.

His lips smashed over mine with savage force. ´´Oh, you don’t even know how much I’ve been waiting for this`` he said, in between kisses. I didn’t know I could move my lips in such sync with his.

It was a strong and passionate kiss, but it still was a little bit gentle. His large hands rested on the sides of my face, mine were on the back of his neck.

This soon wasn’t enough to any of us. He got up holding my hand. I was guided to his room (just in case Dean came back).

Just as the door was closing Sam caught my lips again and this time he was pulling on my hair. I let out a moan, catching his hair too. He groaned sweetly against my mouth.

Before I could know we were on the bed, roughly making out. ´´Oh, honey`` Sam moaned, while trailing kisses down my neck. His erecting member hard against my thigh (through his trousers).

I passed my hand over his bulge. He groaned, freeing his throbbing cock out of his clothing. It was huge compared to the ones I had seen in my life and in porn. He had a monster in his pants and I hadn’t noticed until I had it in front of my face.

I started licking his tip, sending shivers all over him. He started moving his hips softly to make his cock hit my throat. He then grabbed my hair, pulling at it gently, and making me moan against his staff, sending the vibration all over it.

Sam was a moaning mess, he could not even articulate any word, just mumble things in between groans.

´´Uh.... Im..... I’m cumming`` he moaned, pulling harder at my hair, putting his whole length inside my mouth. He then began to shiver while he cummed all over my throat and mouth.

I swallowed it, showing him my perfectly clean mouth. He kissed me, before pulling up my skirt. He rolled a condom over his length, I coulnd’t imagine they did sizes that big. I pulled my panties aside, sinking slowly into his cock. His length hunted a little bit, but soon enough I was jumping over his cock over and over again. My hips couldn’t stop moving. I was going for my own release. Sam got up and let me on fours over the mattress. He then began pounding me hard. He hit my G-spot several times.

I was a moaning mess, he was a freaking beast. Then he started grabbing my hair again, making me arch my back and almost hit my climax. He then pushed his dick all the way in, cumming inside of the condom and making me cum.

I hadn’t cummed harder in all my life. It was awesome.

[Few Weeks later]

Sam and I started going out, he was sweet an caring outside the bedroom, but in bed he was a total beast.

All I had to do to get him in the mood while watching tv was pull softly at his hair, and he would be already giving me hickeys on my neck.

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63 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 09:07:59 GMT

First time orgasm (Spn Bingo Challenge) Sam x Reader smut

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Plot: Sam and Y/n are on a hunt, and after succeeding, they celebrate it on their own way. Sam has always loved Y/n and he wants to show her all his love.

Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader

Warnings: Virgin reader, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), squirting, safe sex (remember to do it safely my precious phoenixes), fluffy sex, the most gentle sexual intercourse I have ever written

A/N: Ik, ik, everybody says that Sam is a Dom, and that he is rougher than Dean, but HeAr Me OuT. He is with a virgin reader, and he loves her so he is going to be as gentle as he can for her.

3rd person POV

Both hunters headed back to their shared motel room. The hunt, on a vampire nest, had been a clean victory. They weren’t exhausted at all, and they were flirting all the way back.

Y/n felt her heart flutter every time Sam sent a wink to her in between the giggling and the flirting. She was madly in love with him, she had been like that for months now. But she didn’t feel like telling him, he would reject her, wouldn’t he?

Sam, on the other hand was trying to see if Y/n liked him back. Five minutes after they met he was already heads over hills for her. But she didn’t seem to notice, or wasn’t she feeling the same?

After they got on the room the tension was almost visible. Sam felt his cock twitch in amusement, while Y/n’s panties were flooding with her arousal.

A few more looks and Y/n was already attacking Sam’s lips. He was taken aback for a moment, after it, he kissed back, letting his hands roam free all over her body.

Y/n let her hands rest in the back of his neck. He held her by the waist, trailing kisses from her mouth to her neck. He started nibbling at her sweet spot. Y/n was feeling hornier as time passed.

He took off his plaid, later on ripping off his shirt, showing Y/n his chiseled chest and abs. He threw her an amused look. ´´Like what you see, kitten?`` Sam said in a husky tone.

Y/n nodded, she grabbed the hem of her shirt. She stopped midway, just as her bra was starting to show. Sam led out a sigh, but his features seemed concerned. ´´Is everything all right, kitten? Do you want to stop?`` he said, grabbing her hands and pecking her knuckles softly. She looked at him, pink tinting her cheeks as she got herself to tell him.

´´I....``she said, ´´I am a virgin, Sam``. Sam looked at her wide-eyed. ´´Re-realy?`` he surely was surprised. She looked like a goddess, didn’t she had anybody before?

She giggle saying yes. ´´But, do you want to continue?`` Sam asked, he was horny as hell, but he would respect her answer. She had been his and Dean’s hunting partner for a long time now, it wouldn’t be right to do anything she didn’t want.

´´I want to go on, but I don’t want to do anything wrong?``Y/n said a little bit scared. ´´ Oh honey`` Sam said, soothing her ´´You will never do anything wrong``.

Y/n hadn’t even touched herself once, and if she did, it was never remarkable as she never came once.

Sam continued kissing her, reassuring that she could go as far as she wanted to and stop the moment she didn’t feel okay. That made her feel safe, feel loved, feel cared. It gave her the strength to give in to her most primal desires.

She took her shirt off, amazing Sam by her new found boldness. He raised his hands, asking permission with his eyes. The look in her eyes telling him to go on.

He then proceeded to play with her still covered breasts. Nursing them and toying them with gentle movements. He continued doing that while they kissed. Y/N breathing heavily.

They continue undressing, kissing each other in the meantime. Sam kneeled in between Y/n’s legs, her pussy spreading in front of his face. He licked his lips, and proceeded to kiss, suck and nibble at her sensitive lips and bud.

She hid her face in between her hands. Her blush was noticeable, but not for Sam, whose face was buried deep into her sweet folds.

The simple dirty sounds that her pussy made while he flicked his tongue made Sam hard as rock. He continued doing it like a pro, while fisting his needy cock.

Sam continued sucking at Y/n’s clitoris, until he felt her moans where stronger, meaning she was almost over the edge. Sam sucked, introducing one finger into her pussy. It was hot and slippery, he felt like his finger could melt any moment. Her love juices where flowing out, but he quickly licked her clean.

Y/N started fisting Sam hair, earning a groan from the tall man.Her stomach felt like if it had a knot. She was almost at her limit. ´´I feel like something is coming`` she said, in between shaky breaths.

´´Yeah Y/n, come for the first time`` Sam said, in between soft nibbles at her pussy, while moving his finger around. ´´ Cum for your first time, come for me`` he said, attacking her shaking bud again.

The knot in her stomach released, her toes curled and her eyes went back for a moment. She felt the wave of pleasure pass all over her. She felt like she had touched heaven for a few seconds. Her pussy clenching over Sam’s finger.

´´Oh, God`` she moaned. ´´No, this is Sam`` Sam said smirking, licking his finger. Her juices were flowing out, he went down again, licking all. But he kept stimulating her already sensitive pussy, throwing her over the edge again. This time, the orgasm was even stronger. She squirted, her cum flowing down Sam’s abs. He looked amused.

´´That is squirting, be careful where you shoot it at`` he said, sloping gently your thigh as he got up. The sight of his cock making Y/n’s pussy clench over nothing.

His huge cock was impressive, such length, such color. He needed releasing soon. He opened the condom, putting it on easily. He lined up with her entrance, kissing her. ´´Are you ready?`` he asked, caressing her cheek. She nodded.

Sam tried getting his tip in, which was surprisingly easy. He slid inside her, thanks to the juices.

Just some soft thrust were needed to make the tall hunter release himself, moaning in a deep voice. Y/n getting really aroused by that.

He pulled off, took the full and warm condom in his hand, tied a knot and thew it away. He pulled another one out and went for the second round.

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Tattoos - Poly! Bowers Gang x non-binary!/ female!/ male! reader (requested)

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request: Could you do poly bowers gang from it 2017 with a reader who has a ton of pricings and tattoos they did themselves

Reader’s gender: Non-binary

Reader’s pronouns: They/ them

Pairing: Poly! bowers gang x reader, Henry Bowers x reader, Patrick x reader, Victor x reader and Belch x reader.

Warnings: polyamorous relationship, Patrick being the horny mf he is, softie! Victor, softie/Stubborn! Henry, softie! Reginald, fluff (except Patrick, well.. kinda), dirty talking (Patrick)

A/N: as it wasn’t specified what kind of pricing or tattoos the reader had, I am going to put one on their right arm, and piercings on their ears and their nose.

A/N 2: I did this in first person and there are no pronouns so the reader had any gender you want it to have.

Y/N’s POV

I was walking down the halls of Derry high school, I felt my classmate’s eyes on me. It was easy to know. I had a tattoo up y right arm, and piercings in my ears and one on my nose.

Walking pass the infamous Bowers Gang I smirk. I’ve been with them for a long time. As it said ´´sharing is caring`` well, we have a polyamorous relationship with them.

We settled this some time ago, when I was new in Derry. They were fascinated with my ´´badass`` appearance. And soon enough I was also head over heels for them.

I walked to Reggie’s car, pretty confident about myself. I felt two arms go around my waist, turning me around just to face Patrick. His smile bright in his face. ´´Oh dear god, Y/n`` Patrick said grabbing my ass with one of his hands. ´´ If you keep being like this I will have to be fisting in class``. He said, nibbling at my ear piercings. I laughed.

´´Pat, you already do that`` I said. He pulled his hands up, laughing. Vic, Henry and Belch got to us too enough.

Henry gave me a quick peck on the lips and then he sat shotgun. Belch took y hand before heading to the driver seat. Pat and I sat on the back. Soon enough Vic entered too.

So I was in the middle. ´´Wow Y/n`` Victor said, looking at my newest ear piercing. ´´ I still can’t believe that you did all that by yourself`` He told me, tracing my tattoo with his fingers. His soft fingertips sending chills over my skin.

[Few minutes later]

We got to Henry’s house. Reg pulled up and we all went inside.

Henry sat on the couch, I was about to sit by his side when he patted his lap and told me ´´sit here``. I sighed and said no. But then again, he looked at my with a ´´kicked puppy`` look in his eyes. ´´Please?`` he said.

I got up and sat on his lap, he passed his arms by my waist and nuzzled his head on my neck while Reg turned on the TV. Pat sat at Henry’s left side and Reggie by his right. Then Victor sat in between our legs.

Reggie got my right arm and trailed kissed all along the tattoo while we watched TV.

I felt relaxed, loved and safe. What more can I ask for?

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Supernatural Bingo Challenge: Someone makes a bet (Smut)

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Summary: Your friend makes a bet with you, to hook up with the two hottest man in the bar the same day. It seemed like a good idea until things stared to get serious.

Pairing: Sam x fem!reader x Dean (no wincest)

Warnings: smut, double penetration, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, Dom!sam, Dom!Dean and sub!reader.

Y/n’s POV

I was talking down my second shot, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat.

Just as I was giggling with my best friend, two men entered the bar. One had long hair and was really tall, the other one, with spiky hair and a black leather jacked.

Both of them eyed me down, while I licked my lips. My friend waved a hand in front of my face. ´´I dare you to hook up with both`` my friend said. I looked at him/her like he/she was crazy.

´´Come on Y/n`` he/she said while I shook my head, ´´It will be fun``. I still said no.

´´ Come on, I bet you CAN’T get BOTH`` he/she dared. ´´How much?``I asked, I saw confusion built itself up in his/her face. ´´How much are you betting?`` my friend waved 100$ in from of my face. Now I knew I had to do it.

I walked to the bar counter, siting close to the stools this two hot and sexy men. The shorter one scooted closer as I asked the bartender for a couple shots. The taller one said ´´make it four``his voice was low, and extremely erotic.´´On our tab``now it was the shorter one talking.

I turned to look at them. Earning a flirty smirk back from both men. ´´Are you going to say your names? Or I am just to much that you can’t talk?`` I said, eyeing them up and down, their muscles showed up under their clothes.

´´Name’s Dean`` the shorter one said, he pointed to the other one ´´That’s Sammy, my brother`` the taller one kinda growled, ´´I am Sam, not Sammy``.

Sam asked what my name was, ´´ I’m Y/N`` I said winking. Dean’s hand found it’s way to my back, while we continued talking of stupid things. Sam moved to be at my left. My friend got near, telling me she was going back to the motel with other boy/girl. I nodded. ´´Hey, do you also want to take this other place?`` Dean asked me, I said yes and we got our way, back to a motel that they were staying at.

As soon as we entered, Dean turned to me, catching my lips in his, while Sam closed the door, feeling the bonner grow in his pants. Dean’s hand went up and down on my body. ´´Now be good for Daddy and you’’ll get a treat, be bad and you’ll be punished`` Dean said against my neck before trailing kissed from one shoulder to the other. Sam got closer, capturing my lips, his kiss was way hungrier.

´´Such a cute doll we got`` Sam said, moving you to the bed. Sam got rid of my shirt way quicker than I expected. My black laced bra showing off my boobs. ´´Are you wearing matching panties?``Sam all but growled against my skin, sending a vibration all over my body. I was already feeling the wetness in my panties. ´´Yes I am Sam`` I said, Sam looked taken aback, his features darkening ´´You will address me as Sir, got it cutie?´´ He said, nibbling at my earlobe. ´´Yes, Sir`` I said, felling the blood rush to my cheeks. ´´Aww look Sammy`` Dean said ´´Our little sweetheart is a cute little shy thing when her daddies are serious``. Both men snickered.

Sam got rid of my pants, leaving me in the bed, while he got up to get undressed. Dean, who was already just in boxers, started trailing kisses, from my cheeks to my belly sometimes he sucked, others nibbled at my skin. I was already so sensitive. Dean told me ´´Open up your legs, baby girl`` and obediently I did it. I didn’t know what had come over me, I was usually the submissive in bed, but their orders and voices made chills run down my spine.

Dean moved his hands up and down my legs, nursing my thighs. He passed his long fingers over my covered entrance, feeling my wetness over the cloth. ´´God Sammy`` Dean said, moaning at the feeling of my wetness ´´she is really wet for her Daddy``. Dean continued making circles with his fingers all over my pussy.

His lips trailed kissed down both of my legs. Before taking my panties off and burring his face in me. As an instinct I closed my thighs, earning a slap on the outer part of my right thigh. ´´No, no, no, honey, you are going to spread your pretty legs for me, ain’t ya?`` Dean said with a low growl. I nodded, opening my legs, felling his tongue flickering around my folds.

Fisting into his hair, moaning while my eyes rolled back. He was eating me out like a professional. ´´Oh, oh my god Daddy`` I moaned, feeling his plump lips suck around my quivering clit.

I felt my toes curling, I was almost over my limit. Dean introduced one of his long digits inside of me, making me cum. I moaned really loud, my lips being caught by Sam’s.

Dean’s throbbing cock was at my entrance, feeling all my juices cover the condom. He entered me fast, making me almost black out for a moments. I wasn’t used to his length.

He picked up pace really easily. I passed my legs around Dean’s waist, siting while he was thrusting inside me. Sam came behind me, stoking his cock up and down. The only sight of his gigantic length gave me goosebumps. ´´Oh god Daddy, so good`` I screamed ´´Come on Sir, I am ready`` I moaned, feeling Sam’s lips at my neck.

Applying some lotion, he started testing my ass. Just entering little by little. It felt good. Giving him my approval, he entered all the way, stretching me out.

Sam’s and Dean’s pace fell onto rhythm. I was feeling so good that I almost forgot my bet.

I was at my limit again, my toes started to curl, Sam’s hand passed in from of my body, catching my clit in between his index finger and his thumb. I came harder than I had ever cum.

Once they also finished, we played down on the bed. Both men cuddling into my sides, it felt really warm.

But then, I remembered the bet, Y/F/N owes me a hundred bucks.

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