#dom!dean x sub!reader

[octoberclidan]

In the Mood

Request: Can you make DOM Dean X Sub Reader fanfic and we do it to In the mood by Rush.

Pairing: dom!Dean Winchester x sub!Reader (fem!Reader)

Note: 18+ Only

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"I can't believe it took all three of us an entire week to figure out a simple salt and burn". [Y/N] shook her head as she pulled some clothes out of her hunting bag, which was currently resting on the bed she shared with Dean in the bunker. She'd just arrived home after a very frustrating hunt with Sam and Dean, where they just couldn't figure out what was tying a ghost to earth. They'd found his body, but that didn't help. Unfortunately, he'd been a hoarder, and they couldn't find any clues to signal which item in his stuffed apartment could possibly be the one they needed to burn. No one in town seemed to know anything about him, other than he had died and was terrorising the entire apartment building. It took them a week to finally find it, and none of them were happy with how it had gone. "I mean, we had to keep all of those people out of the apartment building for a week because I couldn't find one stupid little pin". She opened a drawer in their closet and stuffed some of the clothes inside before shoving the drawer closed again.

"Hey, it's not on you, Sam and I couldn't figure it out either". Dean was sitting on the bed, watching as she paced between the bag and the closet, putting their clothes away and making a pile for what needed to go into the laundry. "Why don't you leave that until tomorrow? Come on, sit". He patted the space beside him but she ignored him, and continued to rant about the hunt for several more minutes, pacing back and forth until Dean reached out to grab her wrist and stop her. "Baby, stop".

At the sound of that nickname, she did stop. 'Baby' was a name that Dean only used for his car, and, under very particular circumstances, [Y/N]. Whenever he used that name, it meant he was in charge. It meant she was going to do what he said, take what he would give, follow his orders. It meant that he was going to take care of her. As soon as the name left his lips, it also meant a feeling of warmth flooded her, butterflies fluttered inside her, and her frustration morphed into excitement. He pulled her over so she was standing between his legs, before he winked at her and leaned over to turn on the record player that he kept beside his side of the bed. He softly started to sing along as the music started to play.

'Hey, now, baby

Well, I like your smile'

He hooked his finger under her jaw and pulled her face up to see the small smile she now showed for him, causing him to smile back at her. He began to pull her onto his lap as he continued to sing in a low voice.

'Won't you come and talk to me

For a little while?

Well, you're making me crazy

The way you roll them eyes

Won't you come and sit with me?

I'll tell you all my lies'

He grabbed her thighs and positioned her so her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands slipped under her flannel to grip her waist, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. He slowly began to push his hands higher up her sides, the cool air of the bunker forming goosebumps on her newly exposed skin. He kept eye contact with her as he took his hands back and began to unbutton her flannel and push it off her shoulders.

'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight

I feel I'm in the mood

Hey, baby, the hour is late

I feel I've got to move'

He made quick work of undoing the clasp on her bra and pulling it away from her. He pinched her left nipple unexpectedly, pulling a gasp from her and she ground her hips against his. He grabbed her hips to stop her and gave her a warning look, and then kissed her neck gently. He reached up to her ear to whisper to her. "You don't do anything without me telling you to Baby, you stay still".

"Dean". She moaned as he returned his attention to her breasts, now licking and nipping at her right one while massaging the left one. She threw her head back and moaned quietly as he worked on her. "Dean please, more. I need more".

'Well, hey, now, baby

Don't you talk so fast

I'm just trying to make this good time

I'm trying to make it last'

As he continued to sing and ignore her begging, she couldn't help herself as she started to unbutton his flannel. His hands quickly caught hers as he gave her a stern look and she whimpered, giving him her best doe eyes. He shook his head disapprovingly at her as he gripped her wrists together with one hand. "What did I tell you Baby? You don't do anything without my say so. You don't get to touch me unless I tell you to. You know the rules. Are you looking for a punishment?" She shook her head quickly. "Use your voice Baby, do you want me to punish you?"

"No". She shivered as Dean's free hand dipped into the waistband of her jeans. He paused his hand and raised an eyebrow at her, and she quickly corrected herself. "No, Sir".

"That's better. Let's get you laid down". He took his hand back and flipped her onto her back on the bed, raising her wrists up above her head. "My clothes stay on".

'Everything's getting hazy

Now, honey, where'd you go?

I just want to find out, baby

Where'd you learn what you know?'

He attached his lips to her neck as his free hand unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She felt him smile into her neck as she moaned and wriggled beneath him. "Leave your arms up". He mumbled into her neck as he let go of her wrists, and she did. His hand trailed down from her wrist all along her arm and down her side. "Good girl". He whispered into her ear as she left her arms up, not touching him and just letting him touch her.

'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight

I feel I'm in the mood

Hey, baby, the hour is late

I feel I've got to move'

Dean slowly pulled her jeans down and off her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. He knelt back on his knees for a moment, watching her as she lay there for him, admiring her. She blushed under his gaze and he smirked to himself before he reached between her legs, slowly running his thumb over the outside of her panties. "Already so wet, so ready, all for me".

"All for you". She agreed, pushing her hips up, hoping to encourage him.

"So needy too, God you know I love it when you're like this". He applied a bit of pressure over her clit, the cloth of her panties still acting like a barrier.

"Please Dean, stop teasing".

He pulled his hand back and sighed at her. "You were going so well Baby".

"No, I-I'm sorry". He continued to look down at her. "Sir. I'm sorry, Sir".

"No more talking Sweetheart, nothing except our safeword. Got it? If you can't control what comes out of your mouth, you don't talk at all".

"I'm sorry, Sir, I'll try".

"You need help? If you need help, that's okay". His dipped the fingers on his right hand into her panties and started to pull them down by the waistband. He watched her for her response, and when she nodded at him, he pushed two of his left hand fingers into her mouth. She licked at them and hummed in content as she helped him kick off her panties. Once they were gone, he returned his free hand to between her legs.

'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight

I feel I'm in the mood

Hey, baby, the hour is late

I feel I've got to move'

His thumb circled around her clit, dipping lower to collect some of her wetness before returning to her clit. He felt the vibrations of her moan against his fingers in her mouth. He slowly slipped his index finger inside of her, and both of them moaned at the sensation of her clenching around him. He slipped his middle finger in too, and began to curl them towards her stomach, hitting just the right spot.

'Well, hey, now, baby

I said I like your style

You really got me, baby

Way down deep inside

Ooh, you drive me crazy

Baby, you're the one'

She felt the pleasurable pressure build inside her, and she bucked her hips up towards him. He took his hand back from her mouth to push her hips back down as he began to focus more attention on her clit, and she moaned his name loudly as she came, he encouraged her to be as loud as she wanted this time. He helped her ride through it, and then pulled his fingers back to push her knees apart as she tried to close them when she became more sensitive. He kissed her knee and then the inside of her thigh.

'I just want to rock and roll you, woman

Until the night is done'

He kissed her stomach before looking up at her. "You ready Baby?" She quickly nodded and he knelt back do undo his jeans, pulling them down before crawling back over her and lining himself up. They both groaned as he pushed himself inside her. He gave her a moment to adjust, kissing her lips and cheek before he started to move. He littered her with praises about how well she was taking him, how pretty she sounded, how beautiful she looked underneath him. He soon started to thrust harder and faster, not giving her any time to react between each thrust.

'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight

I feel I'm in the mood

Hey, baby, the hour is late

I feel I've got to move

Yes, I do!'

She couldn't even think, all she could feel was Dean between her legs, and Dean kissing her neck. She was completely his to do with as he liked, and he liked to spend as much time on her as possible. The frustrations of the hunt were long forgotten as she felt the pleasure building again, and she smiled as Dean kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. This was going to be a long night.

The end

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[horny-winchesters]

What the Winchester Brothers are like in bed.

(A/N: this is just my opinion and evaluation of their character and sex scenes in the show. please let me know what you think!)

Warnings: SMUT (duh), bdsm, dom/sub, filth lol

Dean Winchester

* MOST SUBBY SUBMISSIVE BRAT WHO EVER LIVED!!!

* He’s also a fan of just normal sex with no type of power play/equal power play. But still. Sub. Dean.

* Such a motherfucking tease it’s not even funny why the heck-

* Straight up gets a boner when you scold him for being so horny.

* Yeah literally so thirsty 25/8 it’s sad.

* You’ll be on ur computer and he’ll start whispering dirty things into your ear.

* He wants to be ruined by you, tied up, choked, spanked. Buuut he is a brat and a bit of a pillow prince. 👑

* You’re dominating him but HE IS IN CONTROL. Dean tells you what to do and he gets it. He’s only obedient if you are.

* “Choke me harder. Faster, bitch. Do I look like glass? Break me.”

* Honestly, being tied up and at your mercy is one of the sexiest things he could possibly think of.

* MARK THAT BITCH. There’s nothing more that would make Dean feel superior to everyone than having your love bites all over his body. Maybe just above his shirt collar so everyone can see. It tells them that he belongs to someone and he finds it super fucking sexy.

* Boasts about his sex life to literally everyone and their mother and honestly its creepy.

* Goes on about how he gets away with being bratty but then u double cross him by forcing him to wear a vibrator while on a case…shit.

* SEXY RULES ENTHUSIAST!!!!

* Give him a bunch of rules to obey in your daily life and if he breaks one, punish him.

* An massive fetish for boobs and god damn does he love a motorboat.

* I think he’d really enjoy you in high heels and looking like a badass.

* And it’s not just in the bedroom he loves your dominance, Dean soooooo has a thing for you bossing him around whilst on a case or literally anywhere.

* Honestly after sex, even though Dean is the one getting used lmao, he always cleans you up nice. He wouldn’t do it for just any girl though. So you’re definitely special.

* Dean is soooo misunderstood by a lot of girls. Yeah he’s in it for the good sex but really just wants someone to take care of him. To be in charge and to protect him for a change.

* In conclusion Dean Winchester horny baby.

Sam Winchester

* Sam is mostly Vanilla, but if it had to be one, I’d say he’s more on the dominant side.

* He enjoys both slow, sweet sex and rough as fuck sex. Though he prefers rough. If you’re okay with it though.

* PASSIONATE AS HECK.

* He’ll choke you and pin you down, all because you asked. But Sam will be so careful with you, always asking if you’re alright.

* Very scared that he might hurt you while being dominant.

* This man likes to BITE. Yes, bite. So be prepared to have to cover up a looooot of hickeys.

* He uses his mouth. Both ways. He’ll not only go down on you like a good boy but he’ll also whisper the dirtiest things in your ear when he’s really in the mood.

* “Fuck, just like that, baby. I want my cock inside you right now. You would want that, huh?”

* Super romantic type so he’d set up candles and flower petals and all of that cheesy stuff to please you and make the experience as pleasant as possible, especially if it’s your first time.

* Sam likes to edge you for hours; your pleasure is his pleasure and edging is just amazing and your moans would be music to his ears, and enough to make him come untouched.

* He wants to make you feel so safe and loved during sex, so he loves the fact that he’s so tall and muscular so it’s almost like he’s protecting you.

* Definitely prefers missionary/being on top of you but wouldn’t object to other positions you wanted to try.

* Will let you dominate him because he thinks it’s cute. How you’re this tiny girl in comparison to him and you telling him what to do just makes him fall in love with you even more.

* If you try and come onto him during a case though, he’ll make sure to tell you off. Angry sex is the result.

* Overall Sam is the cutest bean but also the roughest man ever. He’s just so passionate and loving I need a Sam in my life.

(A/N: Thank you all for reading 🥹 this was my first post so I hope you like it 😊)

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[miserable-sarah]

Please.

18+

Pairings: Dean x Reader Requested: Just read a couple of your Sam fics and my mind is blown! Can totally see Sam as a perfect dom in bed, while Dean as a complete sub 😏 and that's why I'm here. Can I have some sexy time with a sub Dean please?! Thank you 💖 Warnings: 18+, NSFW, sub Dean(Kinda), language, oral, unprotected sex, MDNE.

"Dean shh" You coo at him, he's trying his hardest not to move his body or touch yours. You made a new rule, he can't touch you until you say so. Dean is laying on his back on the bed, you are on top of him teasing his body. You're biting at his neck and chest while your hands are slowly rubbing his clothed cock. He throws his head back with his mouth slightly open and lets moans and groans escape his lips.

You slide down further, slowly taking off his jeans and boxer. He groans through his teeth because you're taking so long to do anything. You pull his clothes off and firmly hold his cock in your hand. "Is this hard for me?" You smile and kiss his V-line.

"Y-yes" his voice shakes, he clears his throat "Yes." You let out a little laugh, he always has to be so 'manly'

"Good boy." You smile at him, you can see his body shivers. He loves praises. You slowly move your hand up and down his cock, you watch his face. He wants so much more but he can't have it, and he can't even touch you which is way worse than what you're doing to him. You know it is because he's done it to you several times. He bites his lip and whimpers, you smirk to yourself and move down further. You lick from his balls to his tip earning a moan from Dean. You suck on tip teasing him even more. You swirl your tongue around, your hand pumps the rest of him. You hear a shaky sigh from him. You start to bob your head up and down taking more and more of him. You choke as you take him all, your nose is pressed up against his pelvic bone. Dean grips the sheets as hard as he can, all he wants is to put his hands in your hair and move your head up and down.

You start to bob your head up and down the way Dean likes, you have tears in your eyes but it doesn't bother you. Spit is falling to your chin but again it doesn't bother you. Your free hand plays with his balls, your head still bobbing up and down taking all of him when you go all the way down. You moan just thinking about how bad it is for him to stay quiet and not move, and not touch you. You know he's going crazy. You hear Dean whimpering and moaning, you stick your ass up and make sure he sees your hand going down towards your wet folds. He throws his head back and you hear a big groan.

"Watch me." You say going back to bobbing your head and rubbing your clit. He watches you intensely, probably thinking about all the things he's going to do to you when this is over. You slide a finger inside you and moan. He bites his lip, his body is shaking slightly you know he's close to cumming. You push your head all the way down and hold it there, you gag and choke but you don't back up. You move your head side to side, his hands pull your hair. You immediately pull your head back and look at him. His eyes go wide and he stutters.

"I didn't mean to" He defends himself "I'm sorry."

"Oh, that wasn't a good boy." You pout "That's a bad boy." You smirk. You roughly push him down and climb on top of him. His hard cock is right under your soaking wet pussy, you rock your hips steady over him.

"I'm sorry" He groans. "Please" you chuckle at him moving your hips faster.

"You were a bad boy, maybe no cumming for you." You give him another pout.

He groans loudly "Please, I'm sorry." You smirk at him.

"Since you were good the whole time. Fine." You move your hips up, you line him up with yourself and slowly lower yourself. You let out a loud moan and so does he. "Fuck" You mumble. He smirks at you.

You move yourself up and down going at a faster pace, you place your hands on his chest so you can get more stable. "No touching." You say watching his hand rise then fall back to bed. He sucked in air roughly and watches you as you ride him.

"You feel so good baby" you say to him, he bites his lip. "You're being such a good boy." You smile. He moves his hips with yours getting himself even deeper, you moan and fall further on his chest. He smiles at you, he's letting you know he can take control at any moment and you'd let him. You're not letting him get that satisfaction though. You sit back and spread your legs so ge can watch you fuck him. You bring your hand down to your clit and start rubbing it, you throw your head back and bite your lip to try and hide your moans. You clench around him every time you sink back down on him.

"Fuck" He moans silently. "Let me touch you." He begs, you look at him and shake your head. He groans out angrily. He moves his hips faster than yours so he's pretty much fucking your right now, but you don't give up, you move up and down faster to match him. You move again and place one hand on his neck and the other beside his head. He growls at you while you tighten your grip on his neck.

"You're being bad." You whisper in his ear then nibble on it. You move down to his shoulder and kiss and bite it. You're getting tired and close to cumming, you know he is too because his cock is twitching inside of you. "Are you close? Hmm going to cum for me?" You tease him whispering right in his ear. You lean up and look him in the eyes.

"Yes, yes I am." He moans to you. You smile and kiss him sweetly.

"Good boy." Dean puts his arms around you pushing you down to him, you try to move but there's no point he's way stronger than you are. He thrusts into you hard and sloppy, your body begins to shake and clench around him.

"Cum." He says stern, and you do. He keeps slamming into you, you feel him fill you up. He slowly loosens his grip and lets you go. You lay there for a second on his chest catching your breath.

"We're never doing this again." He says to you.

"Yes, we are. And we're doing it the right way next time." You smile "I'll tie you up if I have to." You say before kissing his lips.

***

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[strnqer]

warning: nsfw content

“please, please…” loud whimpers escaped deans mouth as he arched further away from your body and chased your sticky hand with his pelvis.

you chuckled at his useless pleas, tightening your hold on his hair as you pulled him back to your chest, the wet noises emitting from the hand on his cock filled the silent room along with his loud moans “it’s useless baby, you know what you deserve.” you drawled, quickening your teasing pace

“i cant, i cant.. please” dean whimpered, snapping his hips up against your fist. you tightened your hold on his cock ever so slightly before—and without warning, hot spurts of his cum stained the soft skin of his lower belly and chest.

deans back arched off of your chest, loud grunts and moans left his mouth as his hands tightened on your outer thighs while you helped him ride it out.

you tsked, “i hope you enjoyed it, sweet boy, because it sure as hell’s your last one tonight.”

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[v3nusxsky]

Mommy knows

*Authors note~ long time no see people! This is definitely inspired by the last week of so of my life, and I thought this would be the perfect fic to get me back into posting for y’all again. Apologies to the anon for adding things they didn’t specifically mention. Come along for the tornado of emotions with me and enjoy the ride*

Trigger warnings~ mommy dom (LW) subby (L) pinning love sick Lesso, distance, phone sex? Sexting, slightly bratty Leo degrading praise slight angst? Hints of age regression easily skipped over

Prompt~see ask^^^^

The Dean of Evil could never have anticipated she’d be in this state right now, after all the clue was in her title. Evil. Yet right now she couldn’t look the furthest thing from evil even if she tried. In fact, one could say that the salty tear drops caressing her pale cheeks, the almost childish way she’d clutched on the blanket wrapped around herself as she tried to make herself look smaller and the intricate tangles of her fiery curls made her look quite pathetic actually. Weak she’d argue. But there’s nothing weak at falling to the curse of love sickness.

Larissa left for Nevermore 10 short hours ago, and Leonora was missing her lover terribly, so terribly that eating, sleeping, showering and drinking were all things that made her feel physically Ill. The pillows still smelt like her blonde lover, the blanket she was snuggled up in being a poor attempt to mimic the blondes arms, all meant leaving this bed was not happening. Perhaps if she stayed in bed Larissa would strut into the room like she had the previous weeks before. Droplets of water falling from her enchanting locks of hair, towel snuggly tied just above her milky white breasts that Leonora adored so much. The towel of course just kissed the tops of Larissa’s thighs due to her height, something Leo found herself missing. She was jealous of how the towel would be close to Larissa (instead of her) which of course would have had the blonde woman chuckling before joining Lesso on the bed.

Memories seemed to plague the red head, her phone holding photos and videos of their time together only seemed to make her crave her girlfriend more. If one thing Leonora was sure of, it was that distance from Larissa Weems was something she hated entirely. Watching the blonde leave as they both sobbed was now ingrained inside her mind, a constant reminder of much fun they’d had together, that had now ended. Of course both women knew it would end, school semesters were approaching and Nevermore wouldn’t run without it’s amazingly devoted principal weems, and of course it was Lesso’s job to help create a balance between good and evil this year. But now, three days before the semester is due to start, lesso can’t find it in her to care, so what do good wins again? If she has her Isa then that’s all that counts.

Arriving back at Nevermore was bittersweet for sure. On one hand the blonde was glad to be home but on the other she’d left her heart back at the school for evil. Now wandering the halls of Nevermore she felt numb. Alone. Numb. Lost. A shell of her former self before her holiday trip. Much like her lover, nothing felt right anymore, she found herself looking for Leo, to be waiting for the next bratty comment so she could swiftly put her sweet girl back in her place. But it never came, because she was alone.

Larissa had warned two close friends of hers she would be in need of assistance upon her arrival, Marilyn and Mortica Addams seemed to have forgotten that as they were no where to be seen. All staff had to be back at the grounds today to prep for the students arrival within the next 48 hours. So it hurt to feel so alone even though she knew people who were meant to care were around. What hurt Larissa most was to see both her friends happily chatting away in the halls while she could hardly keep herself upright due to the ache in her heart. If only Leonora was here, then she wouldn’t be alone at all. Perhaps that’s why Larissa made her way to her office and locked herself away from the world. Who wants to see love and joy when they’ve had there’s taken away by a long distance.

Texting and calling felt wrong now. How can something that had been a life line before, feel so empty and wrong now? It should’ve been like going back to normal but instead it felt new and well odd. Things didn’t change, Larissa still reminded her dove to eat, drink and to try not to kill anyone every day, just like she had every day since they took this step together. And sometimes Lesso would listen, but only sometimes. Yet both women could feel the ache the presence of their other half had left. This well and truly sucks.

Eventually, life got back into the swing of things, both women being overloaded with work meant there wasn’t much time to overthink the ache in their chests. But Larissa had noticed a few things, as busy as Wednesday Addams had her, she could never not notice her Doves needs. See Larissa often knew then before Leonora did. It had been weeks since the last bratty smart mouthed comment, weeks since she’d seen Leo let her guard down and slip out of the dean head space. So it would’ve been weeks of headaches and built up emotions that the red head was locking away from the world, herself, and her mommy. And that just wouldn’t do, so naturally the blonde found the needed solution.

Lesso could not sleep. She’d been trying for hours now. The problem? She wanted Larissa. Well mommy, but now wasn’t the time for those thoughts, no matter how much she craved her mommy’s touch or her ability to always know just what to do. Yet for hours all she could do is think and crave and battle this problem. A dull vibration caught her attention, immediately she knew just who caused it.

“Dove, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s much to late for my sweet girl to be up”

Damn it! How did she always know when lesso broke a rule. Immediately a quick smart response was sent on its way, and this continued back and forth.

“I don’t want to. And I’m not sweet”

“But you are my darling girl, and you need to sleep sweetheart, you promised to look after yourself until I can come home to do so”

“I don’t care anymore. You can’t make me”

“Oh but I can Dove, don’t be a brat and listen to mommy”

“Fuck you”

The bubbles popped up and disappeared a few times as the red head was sat worrying her bottom lip waiting for the response that never came, instead the shrill ringing sound filled the room instead. Fuck. Taking a quick breath she hit answer.

“Care to repeat that dove?” She growled out causing the red head ti shake her head negative before remembering that Larissa couldn’t see her. “Leonora, do not make me repeat myself” quickly followed her silence.

“No mommy, I- I didn’t” she stuttered now only realising her mistake of letting her temper flare.

“You didn’t what baby? You didn’t mean to be a brat? You didn’t mean to get my attention in the wrong way because you can’t use your big girl words? Or you didn’t mean to hurt mommy? Which one is it my darling?” By the tone she could tell her mommy wasn’t happy and that made the guilt start to bubble in the lower part of her stomach.

“Last one, I’m sorry” was whimpered into the phone as her eyes glassed over with a sheen of unshed tears. Truly, she didn’t want to hurt her lover’s feelings but the emotions had built insanely high and craved release in the way only she could provide.

“Oh so you aren’t sorry for being a bratty dove? Hmm? That just won’t do now will it?” The sentence itself looking like a question but deep down the redhead knew the implied meaning just by the sheer tone of voice.

“No mommy, I’m sorry I’ll try to be good! Just miss you really bad” Leonora whimpered into the phone, not sure what she wanted other than to go back and be Larissa’s good dove. The tell tell beeps of the phone hanging up was enough to shock Leonora back to reality. She’d really been hung up on…

But she wasn’t alone with her thoughts for long, pictures and messages filled her phone, her mommy show casing everything Leonora could have had. Every picture and every dirty text message detailed how Larissa wanted to play with her slutty toy but was a solid reminder of just what she’d lost.

“Mommy! Please I’m sorry I’ll be good I’m sorry mommy” the redhead begged after attempting to call her girlfriend back only to be ignored, she knew just what Larissa Weems would be doing, her own private quarters had mirrors everywhere, the angles were perfect and lesso knew how heavenly her whines and mewls of pure pleasure sounded like, this wasn’t fair at all.

An hour. 60 whole minutes. That’s how long the torture of begging and being ignored or denied went on. It was safe to say lesso was going insane until Larissa finally answered her call, out of breath with her signature teasing tone that was just for Leonora. “Poor baby, did you need mommy? Poor little whore of mine wanted mommy to let her see hmm?”

Tears started to fall as her need to be corrected, loved and comforted back to one piece again rose to the fore front of her mind. “I’m sorry mommy. Please help me I’m sorry I needed that, I’ll be good now I promise let me be good for you.” With a quick click of the button the phone call became a video call. Larissa being as naked as the day she was born, a beautiful flush covering her pale body due to her previous activity. “Be a doll for me then and get mommy’s favourite toys for you to use on yourself” she instructed as lesso scrambled off the bed to do so, “but crawl pup! Show me what a pretty bitch you can be for me.”

Stings of humiliation was soon covered by pride as Larissa groaned at the sight of the strong put together woman on her knees because Larissa demanded it, she’d made her lover feel good and that never failed to encourage the dean. Perhaps that’s how she ended up with the special dildo that Larissa had gifted her for Christmas magically thrusting in and out of her needy cunt. Her magical ability being used to mark up her pretty thighs at Larissa’s demand. All while Larissa murmured the most filthy words possible to her bratty girl.

“Mommy! Hurts! Please wanna cum” the poor woman squeezed while trying to squirm away from the magical toy. She knew the rules and would do near enough anything to follow them. Having her mommy’s attention now, she most definitely didn’t want to lose that. “Poor baby, is mommy hurting you?” The faux concern drew a whimper from Lesso, “no I can’t be, look at how you’re soaking my thick dick with your slutty juices sweet girl, look at your pretty cunt for me.” On instinct both pairs of eyes focused on Leonora’s sex soaked core.

“Good pup for me aren’t you dove? My good girl? Such a perfect slut for me. Mine. You’re mine Leonora, say it” Larissa almost growled causing the dean to fall into submission. “Yes mommy’s. I’m mommy’s please please please!” By now all she knew was Larissa. This sweet torture finally breaking down her walls, all the heartache, the fear, the sadness and the loneliness was gone and replaced with Larissa. This, them making each other feel good, would always be right. “That’s all my sweet baby needed hm? You needed mommy to break you down huh? My good little pup, let go darling, cum for me my love” was all the permission she needed as her inner walls milked the faux cock for all it was worth and Larissa’s praised flew around her brain, creating the beauty of sub space.

Sub space was one of Leonora’s favourite headspace’s for sure, she was safe,content, loved and well fucked. Normally Larissa would be met with a dopey smirk and soft lingering touches as her girlfriend cling to her body. Not having this safety blanket was what caused the red head to start sobbing as she came back to reality. “Oh my darling girl, what’s wrong Leo? What can I do sweet girl? What can mommy do?” Larissa coed down the phone hoping to somehow help. Truly seeing Leonora so upset was devastating. “Want you” was gasped out as the tears now consumed her body and breathing was a struggle, “please” she whimpered so quietly, sounding absolutely heartbroken. “I know sweet girl, I’ll be back soon my love, you must talk to me darling, don’t keep this all bottled up inside. I miss you terribly too Leo. Much more than I have missed anyone before. I love you my sweet little dove.”

They say time heals all wounds, but this time all time did was provide a simple bandaid, simply holding the hearts together until they could be back in one piece. A temporary solution to a temporary problem. Naturally this situation occurred more than a few times while both women had to be apart, and it soon became more normal but odd at the same time. But every day was that one day closer to being able to hold each other again. To be home.

Word count~ 2376

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[wayward-dreamer]

Perfect Performance

Square/s Filled: Dom/Sub - @spnkinkbingo

Pairing: Sub!Dean x Dom!CEO!Reader

Word count: 785

Summary: Y/N wants to help Dean realise his full potential.

Warnings: D/s dynamics, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, oral sex (female receiving), implied future smut.

A/N: Just a little drabble I've had in my folders that I haven't posted here yet.

Y/N sat behind her desk, papers scattered over the surface as she pushed her black framed glasses up the bridge of her nose, her eyes scanning over the reports in front of her. She had received them that morning, but they had been so extensive that it had taken her half the day to go over them. They were good, thorough, and certainly weren’t as lacking as her junior partner thought they were. He never gave himself enough credit, always thought he was the one who would get down in the mud and do the work while she was the brains of the operation, just because she was the CEO.

But the truth was he was very good at his job, and that was why she often relied on him, even if he thought his input didn’t matter. It did matter, and she was going to make him see that. Sending him an email, she asked him to come up to her office in ten minutes so that they could talk.

Arriving exactly ten minutes later, he stepped into her office, closing the door behind him. He was dressed in a white shirt and dark grey trousers, his red tie slightly loosened as he stood in front of her desk.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, his voice gravelly and deep.

She smiled, leaning back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other which caused her black dress to ride up her thigh slightly. “I did. It’s about the marketing report.”

“Oh,” he breathed, frowning as he twisted his fingers. He seemed nervous. “I didn’t realize I made any mistakes, I’m sorry-”

“You didn’t make any mistakes, Dean,” she reassured him, her eyes roaming over his large, well-built, intimidating frame. A complete contrast to his current demeanour. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite. It’s perfect and I wanted to tell you that in person.”

“Really?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as a small smirk came to his face. “Awesome. Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“You’ve got to learn to be more confident in yourself and your ideas, Mr. Winchester,” she stated, her gaze locking with his. “I think you’re great at your job, albeit a little… lacking in showcasing your talents to the fullest.”

“I guess I just think no one will care what I have to say, talented or not,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N watched him closely, trying to figure him out based solely on his body language and the way he spoke about himself. Standing with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tensed and his eyes hesitantly met with hers every now and then. She smiled softly, knowing she could help him to think more of himself if she just made sure he understood that he was valuable. To the company and otherwise.

“Well, I happen to think you have plenty of skills that need to be nurtured,” she said, pushing her chair back a few inches. She smirked as she saw his eyeline drop down to her thighs, the edge of her dress moving higher to her mid-thigh.

“I uh…” he trailed off, his green eyes meeting hers, a flash of curiosity in them.

“Come here,” she ordered, the smirk never leaving her face.

She watched as he walked closer, around the desk and to her side. She swung her chair to face him, tilting her head up to make sure her eyes bored into his. Slowly, she reached down and pulled her dress up around her waist, a dark chuckle leaving her as he let out a soft groan at the sight of her black thong which she pulled aside, a small grin pulling his lips up.

“I want you to show me some of those skills right now,” she commanded, a wicked glint in her eyes. “On your knees.”

Spreading her legs, she placed her calves on his shoulders as he sank down in front of her. She moaned as she threw her head back, feeling his incredibly talented tongue circle her swollen nub, quickly lapping at her folds and alternating between ministrations. Her fingers combed through his hair, gripping tightly as she guided him down to her entrance, biting back a moan to keep this little encounter just between them. He brought her over the edge within minutes, her slick coating his perfect lips and skilled tongue as he pulled back, his green orbs staring up at her.

“Was uh… was that okay?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Perfect performance,” she replied, her thumb stroking against his cheek as she cupped his face. “But I expect you to show me what else you’re capable of.”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

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[hintsofhoney]

GIMME A SUB DEAN FIC PLEASE DEAR GODDDDD

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“Are you going to be good, Dean?”

He nodded. “Yes, Y/N.” God, he wanted to be good. He was silently begging for her to say his most favorite two words in the world. Say it, he thought. Tell me I’m a good boy. His biceps were starting to ache from his arms being tied behind his back for so long.

She tisked at him, her face contorted into one of thought as she tilted her head to the side. “How am I to believe you? You haven’t been very good up until now, have you?”

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[phoenixstark1708]

stuff

hey guys, so im new to this so if anyone has any tips to writing, or requests, please lmk.... open to writing literally anything, im a kinky bitch so if y'all want dom!reader, dom!bucky, dark!dom!bucky, dark!dom!reader... i'd love to write your fantasies lol. i also write supernatural stuff (sam, dean, etc.)

rules (the only things off limits): nothing involving minors... thats about it

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[octoberclidan]

Can you make DOM Dean X Sub Reader fanfic and we do it to In the mood by Rush.

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[dean-fcking-winchester]

Praise Kinks Can Go Both Ways, Dean Winchester - Dean Winchester x Nonbinary AFAB Reader

Summary: “Oh, I know,” Dean said, running his fingers along their back. “But I’m sure this is extra special. And such a pretty skirt too.” He added, his other hand moving under the fabric of their skirt along their thigh. Y/N swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as they leaned forward, resting their head on Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t normally wear them,” they mumbled. “Too much work to keep crossing my legs.” “A shame,” Dean added, moving his hand to hold onto their hip. “I pray I get to see you in one again.” He pressed kisses to their neck, gently biting at his skin.

OR Dean gets Y/N a skirt and their typical roles in the bedroom get swapped a bit.

Word Count: 3510

Warnings: Smut. It's literally PWP, idk what else to tell you, light dom/sub

A/N:

My best friend wrote a fuckin' fanTAStic smut one-shot for our original project, starring one of my favorite OCs ever who is essentially Dean with both more and less trauma. I asked very politely if I could edit it to share with you all, and they very graciously agreed, so here is one of the hottest pieces of fiction I've ever had the pleasure of reading.

(Clarification I can't tag to save my life: Dean is a switch that usually subs/bottoms and Y/N is a switch that usually doms/tops, so the turns get a bit tabled.)

Y/N laughed softly, shaking their head. “You’re ridiculous,” they muttered fondly, reaching to unhook Dean’s holster. They looked up at Dean pointedly before setting the gun behind him on the table.

Dean watched them do so, never expecting to find someone taking his gun away so attractive. “I know.” He said quietly, looking at them with a look of rising hunger.

Y/N pulled themself up to sit on the table, tilting their head. “Knives next,” they demanded smoothly.

Dean pulled them out, gripping them by the blade as he set them down behind them. He set his hands on each side of Y/N, leaning in closer.

“Hmm,” they reached up, tangling one of their hands in Dean’s hair and using the other to cup Dean’s jaw. “Is this what you want, baby?” they crooned, smirking.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers curling. He nodded, melting in their touch as he leaned into their hands, “Mhm.”

Y/N lifted Dean’s chin, meeting his eyes challengingly. “Go on then,” they murmured.

Dean quickly kissed them hungrily, pulling them closer as he moved his hand to tangle his fingers in their hair.

Y/N’s breath hitched, moving their hands to cling to Dean’s shirt instead as they kissed him back, letting themself lean back a bit as Dean moved them. “Fuck,” they mumbled against Dean’s mouth with a sigh.

Dean rested his hand on their leg, running his knuckles along their skin. He leaned forward when Y/N leaned back, pulling them to himself with the hand in their hair.

Y/N pulled back after a minute when the need to breathe became too much. Breathing a little heavier than before, their fingers traced over Dean’s mouth, eyes dilated. “Easy,” they scolded softly. “Some of us need to breathe.“

Dean chuckled a bit, ghosting his fingers along their neck, “You had me fooled Y/N/N.” He smirked.

They huffed indignantly, though the action was diminished as they tugged at Dean’s shirt collar. “Don’t look so smug,” they chided.

“Oh, but I’m so good at it.” Dean pushed back their hair, moving to press kisses along their neck and jaw.

Y/N closed their eyes, biting their lip and breathing deeply. “I refuse to make out one room over from where you killed someone,” they said, doing their best to keep the tremor out of their voice.

“Yeah, of course,” Dean said quietly, pulling back. He slid his hands under their legs, pulling them up and holding them against his waist as he started out of the room.

Their grip tightened reflexively on Dean. They glared down at him, though they still looked pleased. “This your revenge for earlier?” they questioned with a fake frown.

Dean laughed and shook his head, “Oh, not yet. Part of it, however.” He walked into their shared room, pushing the door shut with his foot as he sat on the bed, “But we haven’t gotten there yet.”

Y/N skeptically raised their eyebrows, sitting up higher to keep looking down at Dean. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, ain'tcha?”

“A bit, yeah,” Dean responded with a grin, looking up at them. He slowly grinned a bit wider. “Christ, you look so fucking good.”

A spike of heat went through Y/N and they tightened their grip on Dean’s shirt. “I always look good,” they said instead, fighting the rising blush in their cheeks.

“Oh, I know,” Dean said, running his fingers along their back. “But I’m sure this is extra special. And such a pretty skirt too.” He added, his other hand moving under the fabric of their skirt along their thigh.

Y/N swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as they leaned forward, resting their head on Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t normally wear them,” they mumbled. “Too much work to keep crossing my legs.”

“A shame,” Dean added, moving his hand to hold onto their hip. “I pray I get to see you in one again.” He pressed kisses to their neck, gently biting at his skin.

They groaned softly, tilting their head to the side. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” they complained shakily.

“Mm, you’re certainly right.” Dean pulled his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall slackened off the bed. He started unbuttoning his flannel with one hand, making sure to keep Y/N steady with the other. “Easily enough, that outfit of yours will be easy to get off you.”

They rolled their eyes, running one of their hands over Dean’s chest. “You’re insufferable, you know.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Dean chuckled, “Unfortunately for you, you seem to like it.”

Y/N huffed, leaning forward and kissing under Dean’s jaw. “Smug bastard,” they muttered, tracing over Dean’s collarbone.

“Lucky me,” Dean mumbled, shutting his eyes for a moment to feel their touch. He gently took Y/N’s face in his fingers and kissed them again.

They melted into the kiss, letting Dean control the movement as they reached up to tug gently on Dean’s hair with a quiet whine in the back of their throat.

Dean smiled against their lips, pulling them closer if that was even possible to deepen the kiss. He ran his hand along their torso, pulling the end fabric of the skirt up as he did so.

Y/N pulled back, chest rising and falling as they stared down at Dean. “I’m only takin’ it off ‘cause it was expensive and I don’t want to ruin it,” they said shakily. “You’re gone have to let go ‘a me if I’m goin’ take it off.”

Dean nodded, pulling his hands back and grinning smugly at them. “By all means.”

Y/N looked defiantly at Dean for a second, frowning. They got out of Dean’s lap to slip their fingers under the waistband of the skirt. Taking a second, they didn’t slide it off but looked at Dean thoughtfully. “Tell me, what would you do if I left right now?” they asked curiously, starting to tug at their tank top instead.

Dean watched them pull at the top for a moment, looking at them with a needing gaze. He met their eyes. “I wouldn’t let you,” he said, waiting and watching.

Y/N tilted their head, contemplating. “Interesting.” They let the skirt fall and then picked it up to gently place it on the chair in the corner. They went back to Dean, straddling him again in only their socks and underwear. “I used your money for the skirt, you know,” they said casually, stroking over Dean’s cheek as they whispered, “You like buying stuff for me.”

Dean put his hands around the small of their back, running his knuckles absentmindedly along their skin. “If it makes you look like this, I’m sure I do.” He looked up at them. “Hoping for something else?”

“Nah,” they said, letting their back arch slightly into Dean’s hand. “It’s ‘bout what I expected.”

“Mm.” Dean nodded, smiling as he kissed their jaw again, “You like what I get you?”

They shrugged slightly. “I like the stuff a lot. I know you like it, and I like making you happy.” They gently scraped their nails over Dean’s scalp, looking down at him, haughty. “The same way you like it when I call you ‘sir’.”

Dean felt a shot down his spine as he gazed up at them. “I do like that.” He whispered, his grip on their sides tightening ever so slightly. “I like that a lot.”

Y/N smirked down at him triumphantly. “I know you do, darlin’,” they purred, pushing at Dean’s unbuttoned shirt.

Dean let the flannel fall off his shoulders, moving one hand back to their thigh and the other around the back of their neck. “You like telling me what to do, don’t you?”

“Maybe a bit,” they admitted, shivering slightly at Dean’s touch, skin warming. “Would you rather tell me what to do? It’s very difficult.”

Dean chuckled a bit, moving to kiss their neck and collarbone. “I don’t think that would go very well.” He admitted, speaking against their skin, “You don’t seem to like cooperating.”

Y/N hummed, melting against Dean. “No,” they said with a soft moan when Dean bit and sucked at a certain spot, closing their eyes and letting their head fall back.

Dean grinned against their neck, moving his hand down to slip his thumb under their waistband. “Maybe you can make an exception?” He moved his hand down further. “Just this once?”

Y/N huffed as their cheeks flushed darker. “If it’ll make you cut the teasing and get on with it,” they complained hotly. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Lovely,” Dean added, unbuttoning his pants. “Let’s get rid of these then, hm?” He asked, pulling the band of their underwear down further.

Y/N lifted their hips, letting Dean pull them off. They still looked at Dean with some amount of defiance, despite their current state. “You ain’t ever gone let me live this down, are you?” They got off of Dean’s lap to attempt to pull off their stockings.

Dean moved to pull his pants off, “No, I probably won’t.” He grinned, watching them take the stockings off, lust building in his eyes with every move they made.

Y/N caught Dean’s gaze and then quickly looked away, face turning redder. “Stop looking at me like that,” they demanded, tossing their stockings on the chair.

“I can’t,” Dean admitted deeply, his eyes running over them again, “You’re just so fucking hot.” He muttered, pulling at his own underwear. “I just want to leave marks all over that gorgeous body.”

Y/N’s cheeks darkened, mouth going dry. They moved to sit behind Dean on the bed against the headboard, watching him quietly. They weren’t sure they could say something without their voice cracking so they remained silent.

Dean smirked, turning and moving toward them, “I’ll take that as an invitation,” he mumbled quietly, taking the back of their neck in his hand and kissing them again. He gently pushed Y/N against the headboard, breathing hotly when he moved.

Y/N bit their lip, trying not to whimper as they reached up and tugged at Dean’s hair gently.

Dean moved his hands to their hips, his fingers slowly inching closer together. He moved to kiss their collarbone, biting at their skin.

Y/N’s breath hitched, arching their back slightly as they exhaled deeply, closing their eyes.

Dean smirked to himself, moving his knuckles along their clit, drawing up to finger the skin.

Y/N gasped loudly, hands clutching at Dean’s hair. “Fuck!”

Dean let his head go back when they pulled on it, groaning. His hand tightened around their body as he grinned at the slight pain. “Oh, I liked that,” he muttered, a little laugh in his throat. He looked down at Y/N, pleased, “How much can I get?” He kept his eyes on them as he lowered his head to their cunt, pressing his tongue to the clit in place of his finger.

Y/N whimpered, any lingering defiance gone as they closed their eyes. They forced their hands to loosen on Dean’s hair as they breathed heavily, biting their lip to prevent any more embarrassing noises.

Dean raised his head, looking up with that same lustful smirk. He reached up and grabbed a bit of their hair. He slid up their body, kissing them harshly before looking right at them. “Don’t do that, Y/N/N, I want to hear it all.”

They melted into Dean’s mouth, groaning quietly. They opened their eyes to meet Dean’s gaze, a flicker of rebellion back. “Do you deserve to?” they asked, though the effect was counteracted by the redness in their cheeks and the neediness in their voice.

Dean looked between their eyes, arousal building even more as he slowly smiled. “I damn well hope so.” He pressed his fingers into them, pumping and scissoring his fingers. “Maybe I can earn it.”

Shuddering with sensation, Y/N’s eyes shut again. They tilted their head back against Dean’s grip and covered their slightly open mouth with their hand to stifle the soft whining.

Dean grinned again, taking back their hand and replacing it with his tongue. He reached up and took hold of their wrist, watching them closely as he did so.

Y/N cracked their eyes open to glare at Dean, chest heaving. “Bastard,” they said gruffly, hanging onto their last bit of stubbornness, but it was getting difficult not to cave.

Dean smiled back as he dragged his tongue along their skin, pulling their body closer as he set his hands on their hips.

Y/N gasped, staring up at Dean with a scowl. “Do you want me to beg?” they demanded angrily. “Is that it?”

Dean looked up fully, grinning almost smugly at them, “Yeah, Jordan, I wanna hear you beg.”

They faltered, biting their lip. Weighing the option in their head they exhaled slowly, closing their eyes. “Please,” they whispered. “Stop teasing me.”

“Mm.” Dean mumbled in satisfaction, “Very well. So, sweetheart,” he added, placing a knuckle under their chin, “Would you like to ride me, or for me to fuck you?”

Y/N stared at him for a second, blinking. “I…” they trailed off. They were the one having trouble formulating sentences this time.

Dean pulled them forward, kissing them with that same lustful neediness. When he pulled back, he whispered against their lips, “Aw, c’mon. You gotta have an idea of what you want.” He pulled back enough to look them in the eye, his head tilted down. “I trust you’ll enjoy either.”

Y/N was on the edge of letting go of any resistance they had left, but they still had it in them to look slightly put out for a second. “You’re going to give me hell either way, too,” they argued softly, though it didn’t sound like they entirely minded, about to give up.

“Yeah.” Dean answered bluntly, tilting their chin up, “I am.” His smile widened by a margin at the slow deterioration of his partner. He moved forward again, kissing and biting at their neck as he pulled them toward himself. “What’ll it be, baby?” He breathed in their ear.

Y/N shivered, closing their eyes and pressing their face into Dean’s neck. “I’d rather you fuck me,” they breathed out. Their reason, which they weren’t going to admit, being that they knew they wouldn’t be able to keep it together with Dean staring up at them, and they were embarrassed by what they might do.

Dean's face spread into a grin against their skin. “Lovely.” He moved back again, setting either hand on Y/N’s thighs and slowly spreading them. He moved his hands along their legs, down toward their cunt until he could rest his knuckles against their hole. “Be good for me, now, if you will.”

Y/N’s head fell forward as they exhaled and they stared down at Dean for a second. “You really should stop looking like you’re considering eating me,” they quipped roughly.

“Oh. but that’s all I want to do,” Dean retorted, moving to press his knuckles further into them. He glanced up at them for a moment before starting to push two fingers into them.

Y/N’s response caught in their throat as they clenched tightly at the sheets, breathing shakily. “Fucking hell,” they mumbled, shuddering.

Dean pushed further, starting to scissor and move his fingers in their body. “Good boy,” Dean purred, licking at his lips.

“God, Dean, you know what that does to me.” Y/N’s voice hitched into a high moan and they immediately clapped a hand over their mouth, squeezing their eyes shut as they breathed heavily.

Dean shuddered, continuing the motion as he exhaled shallowly. “Oh,” he grumbled, staring at them hungrily. “God, Y/N/N,” He pushed deeper, adding a third finger.

They whined at Dean’s mumbling, trying to keep quiet but ultimately failing as their hand fell to clench at the sheets again. They whimpered softly, cheeks bright red and keeping their eyes shut.

Dean shut his eyes for a second to ravish every sound they made. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked gently, trying to mask the aggressive lust clouding his mind.

Y/N opened their eyes a bit, looking at Dean through their eyelashes as they panted. “Just…,” they started, voice cracking. They inhaled. “Just a bit more prep, please.” They blinked, biting their lip as they braced themself. “Please, sir.”

Dean almost let out a whine at their words, his eyes fluttering over them. He moved his fingers some more, staring at Y/N with his tongue hanging a bit out of his mouth.

Their eyes fluttered and they groaned brokenly, letting themself fall onto their back and cover their eyes. “God, fuck,” they whimpered, trying not to moan or beg. They were close to begging, they knew it.

Dean kept going, stretching them as he moved his other hand to caress their skin. He moved accordingly, sitting on his knees as he watched them in a hungry fascination. He pushed his fingers in further, scissoring them.

Y/N felt when Dean brushed against their g-spot, their back arching slightly as they cried out. “Fuck!” they whined. They immediately lifted themself back up on their elbows to stare at Dean, panting. “No more. Please.”

Dean grinned darkly, taking his fingers back and quickly grabbing the bottle on the nightstand to rube lube along his dick. He placed his hands on their hips, gripping a bit tighter as he aligned himself and began to slowly push in.

Y/N moaned loudly, voice cracking a bit as they fell back down. They covered their eyes again, this time to try and focus themself and control the tears that reflexively sprung in their eyes.

Dean kept pushing in slowly, gripping their waist tightly. He paused for a moment, looking up at them. “You good?” he asked.

Y/N nodded jerkily, gasping quietly. “Fine. Just…a lot. Takes a second.”

Dean hummed, nodding as he pushed himself in a bit further. He pulled back, starting light thrusts into their body.

Y/N squirmed slightly, hands scrabbling at the sheets as their back arched. “Fucking hell,” they swore, opening their eyes to glare at Dean. “You’re way more impatient than usual.”

Dean looked up at them, stopping. “My mistake,” he muttered as he paused to give them a moment to adjust.

They reached their hand forward, grasping at Dean’s upper arm. “Closer,” they demanded. “I want to touch you.”

Dean complied, moving closer to Y/N until he hung just a few inches from them. He put his hands down on either side of their shoulders.

Y/N held onto Dean’s biceps as they took another second. They leaned up, nipping at the spot behind Dean’s ear. “Thank you, sir,” they whispered. “You can move now.”

Dean’s grip on the sheets clenched a bit as he started to move. “So tight and good for m,.” Dean muttered, breathing in a staggered manner as he moved.

They clenched at Dean’s arms, moaning softly and burying their face in Dean’s neck as their face and neck flushed red. Rapidly losing coherent thought, stubbornness long gone, and they always went weak for Dean praising them.

Dean held the sheets tightly, continuing to move and picking upthe pace ever so slightly. Pleasure washed over his body every time Y/N made a sound or grabbed at him, moaning softly as he continued.

Y/N cried out when Dean brushed against their g-spot. They moved to clutch at Dean’s back, nails digging in a bit. “Fuck, fuck, please,” they begged through their moans. “Please.” Dean groaned at their voice, speeding up and hitting against their g-spot. He panted a little as his eyes shut in ecstasy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Y/N completely melted, dissolving into a string of pleas and moans as they bit at Dean’s shoulder. “Fuck,” they whimpered, eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”

Dean moaned almost whorishly as he hit their g-spot again, thrusting with a steady speed. “God, fuck—“ Dean grumbled at Y/N biting him.

Y/N cried out as their orgasm hit them, digging their nails into Dean’s back as they came with something resembling a sob. “Fuck, fuck, Dean,” they mewled. Their mind had gone completely blank in a haze of pleasure and they sagged against Dean, panting.

Dean leaned down into them as he came as well, his breath staggered as he slowly pulled himself out. “God, Y/N/N.” He muttered, inhaling deeply.

They gave a light chuckle, letting out a final deep breath. “Thanks for that, hon.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Y/N/N, I love you, but you turn into one hell of a brat when you let me lead.”

“I love you too, Dean. I guess you just bring all ‘at outta me.” They shrugged. “Ain’t my fault.”

“So you liked the skirt though?”

They laughed and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, darlin’. I liked the skirt.”

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☆　Warning: NSFW | pinv sex, creampie, cum eating, blowjob, orgasm control, overstimulation, loss of virginity (m.), handjob, mutual masterbation (each other) if you squint, riding, spit play, breath play, reader has fem! anatomy, mentions of blood & blood sucking (from a lip bite)| lmk if I forgot anything

☆　Pairing: afab/gn! soft dom(-ish)! Reader x sub(-ish)! virgin! Coriolanus Snow

☆　Summary: uhm, you take Snows' virginity <3

☆　A/N: first time writing gn reader, please be respectful and tell me if anything's wrong, but don't be mean about it and i finally wrote reader spitting in Coryos' mouth and it should be a regular thing, look AT him ugh, a meal fr, wanna eat him, suck off all of his cu- i should stop...

Ps. The one who requested this to be gn, i hope you like this and i did it justice, if there's anything wrong (like accidentally refering to the reader as fem) then please let me knw :)

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“You've never done this before?” You questioned as you entered his room. All cold and dusty stone with a bed on the corner. The bed in which you plan to do unspeakable things with him.

“No, he said, “Will that be a-” You shake your head as you see his wide blue eyes waiting for rejection. He hated that he brought you here. He hated that you saw him. Him. Not Coriolanus Snow from the academy but Coryo who tries and tries but gets fucked over anyway.

After finding out that the District 12 girl was his, he wanted to protest, he was being set up to fail. You saw him for he is, his mind filled with worries, endless thoughts running around making him unable to breathe. He felt invalid and he needed you to do something about it.

And as you notice him among the crowd, seduce him with your eyes and whisper your desires to him. He brings you to the penthouse, trying to control the urge to apologize as you have to walk 12 cases of stairs.

You knew his secret like the dean did but you didn't do anything about it except for the meals and clothes sent to him anonymously during the coldest nights of Panem but he didn't know that.

You walked towards him, pinning him to the door of his room with a gentle thud. “You don't have to worry about anything, princess,” you whispered to him, your eyes filled with lust and your lips twisted in a teasing smile. You run your finger over his sharp jaw, taking joy when a soft gasp comes from him. His breathing is getting faster and the blood rushing from his cock and his head turning empty from your simple touch.

You were going to have some fun with this boy. You're going to make him yours. Make him forget and help him through everything as his now serrah. Even if it means rigging the games so he would win. It's your job to care for him now and you're a perfectionist.

The first task, let the wide-eyed man feel pleasure in someone's touch for the first time. You tsk in dissatisfaction as your fingers feel his bony chest. He needs to eat, he needs to be pampered. ‘I'll have to fix that’, you thought as you pressed your lips on his collarbone. He lets out a breath, his body heating up from the kisses you plant on his chest. Your tongue teasing his nipple causes him to whimper and you earn a broken moan when your teeth decide to nip the bud.

You suck his nipple, savoring the gasp he makes and how his fingers wove into your hair. “Please. Please more,” he groans and who are you to deny him? You couldn't say no to his pretty face even if you didn't want to. So you get down on your knees, pushing your face into his crotch and you swear you could smell the heady scent of his pre-cum soaking through his trousers. You moan, deciding to tease him as you use your teeth to pull down his zipper. You'll never know the will it took for Coriolanus not to cum right then and there.

You take down his trousers, the line of his hard cock clear in his boxes, a wet spot of his pre-cum formed where the tip is. You decided not to tease him words but with actions, your tongue licks the wetness, letting your saliva sweep into the fabric along with his salty pre. He groans above you, a thud echoing into this room as the back of his head hits the door.

You set his cock free from its confines, your mouth watering as you look at the pink tip forming a bead of pearly white pre-cum. The tip of your tongue catches it and the pleasure (or torture) of Coriolanus Snow begins.

You start simply, teasingly as your lips trail sloppy wet kisses all over his length. Your tongue traces along the pretty veins of his cock, your lips reaching his base and mouthing his cock causing him to let out a needy whine and a plea of more, more and more. You repeat the process until you catch his cockhead inside of the carven of your warm, wet mouth. Another broken groan leaves his mouth as he sees your lips stretch around his mushroom tip.

The fingers of his curled in your hair tightens and as a warning you make your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs causing him to his and immediately loosen his grip on you. An apology falls from his lips, his eyes glossing over as he feels his dick getting wet. Your mouth begins to suck his tip. Your tongue savors the bitterness of him as you swirl your tongue around his slit, lapping up as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Snow was biting his lower lip as hard as possible, the blood pooling in his mouth as he tried to keep much of his sound quiet for the sake of others who might be home. His mind was blank, all he could think was how pretty you looked on your knees like this, how you took control despite the one kneeling. You didn't even take all of him, sucking his cockhead diligently but the rest of his cock was left out. He was glad that did so because he knew he couldn't take the hot, wet mouth of yours all over his cock without cumming on the spot.

He could feel himself venture too close to spilling inside of your mouth, he let his free hand venture down to the path and he gripped the base of his cock trying to ruin his upending orgasm.

You take your mouth off him, making him let out a desperate whimper as he feels his dick out of your warm carven. You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling utterly amused by how adorable he is. You kiss his tip. “Trying to last longer, baby?” You questioned with a teasing tilt in your voice.

“I don't want to” Snow can't admit the fact he doesn't want to cum so soon, it's embarrassing so he says it in different terms, “I want this to last.” His eyes were now fully blown with lust, his curls clinging to his forehead and his cheeks painted red with pleasure.

“Hmm,” you hum, standing up trying to ignore the slight ache of your knees. You take his hand, guiding the boy to bed before pushing him on the mattress. You straddle him, his shirt was long forgotten on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. It was your turn now and you quickly did the same. Coryo lets out a needy soft noise as your skin is exposed to his eyes, his fingers skimming along the curves of your body. “Can I?” He asked, his eyes begging for your agreement.

“Yes, Coryo. You can,” you permit him and you nearly let out a wanton moan as the heat of his fingertips sweeps into your skin, warming you up as his hands experimentally begin to knead your breasts. His fingers squeeze your nipples making you softly moan near his ear. “That's it, baby. Make me feel good.” You whispered to him, “A bit rougher- ah- ah- there you go. That's a good boy.”

His hips jolt forward when you praise him and a whine escapes from the back of his throat. “Please,” he lets out, “Let me feel you. I will be good, I promise.” You gaze wonders at his angry red tip and you decide not to play with him any further for the moment. You kiss his forehead for a moment of vulnerability in all of this tension. “Okay, my prince,” you whispered as you kissed his lips next, letting your tongues meet in a rather filthy and sloppy kiss as you let him guide you to your back on the mattress.

His hand traces down and gets a hold of your hips, his fingers squeezing the flesh a tad too hard but it felt so good and the fact he would leave marks didn't bother you. Your fingers wove into his blonde strands, bringing him down to catch his lips in an open mouth kiss. As your other hand is on his shoulder, his body pressed onto yours and you moan into his mouth as you feel his comforting weight on top of you. His dick twitched against your thigh, leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

You take in his bleeding bottom lip in your mouth and suck on it, enjoying the tang of the metallic taste on his tongue as he clumsily begins to press his cockhead into your soaking cunt. You were so focused on Coriolanus that you had forgotten about your aching cunt begging to be stretched with his cock.

If it hadn't felt so good when his cock slid right in because of how wet you were, you would have been embarrassed. You bite into his lower lip, trying to adjust to the burn of being stretched by his thick cock. If you weren't so impatient, you would have taught Coryo how to prep you first but that's for another day.

Coryo feels your teeth sinking into his bottom lip and a wanton, surprised moan leaves his mouth, his balls emptying and thick spurts of his cum flood into your pussy. You cry out as you feel his cock cumming against your pulsating walls. He buried his head onto your shoulder as he gasped his apology. As much as frustration filled your mind, you knew that you had to be gentle with your plaything.

You run your fingers through his hair, comforting him. “It's fine,” you whispered, your lips placing soft kisses on his shoulder. “But I don't want it to be over,” he admitted, shyness and desperation filling in his tone. “It doesn't have to be,” you replied as you squeeze your walls around his softening cock. A wicked smile plays on your lips, as you whisper, “It isn't over until I say so.”

He nods, willing to agree with whatever you say. You pushed him off you, getting yourself on top of him as his soft cock fully slips out of your pussy, leaving the entrance pushing out of his cum. Your fingers gather his seed and you pop your digits into your mouth, your tongue lapping up his taste off your fingertips. His dick twitches from the sight, coming back to life as Coryo lets out a whine while he looks at you sucking your fingers so good with your mouth hollow.

You take his length in your hand, fingers surrounding the girth in a perfect fist. He hissed when you squeezed and began to stroke him slowly. Trying your best not to overwhelm him and failing miserably because tears were pooling in his eyes, his lips were parted to leave wounded, pretty sounds. His fingers curled on the bed sheets as you stroke his cock back to life.

You lean to press another kiss to the tip, your eyes peering at his teary ones. “You sure?” You asked, you had to pat his cheek for an answer because all that left his mouth as you questioned was a whimper.

“Do you want to continue, Coryo?” You asked, in the softest tone possible. Your mind is ready to cuddle him for aftercare and draw a shower. But instead, he shakes his head, “Don't please- I need this.”

“Okay, I won't,” you whispered back, your lips pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, and then let the kisses trail until you reach his neck where his pulse is. Your mouth begins to suck as you continue to stroke his length, your fist now covered with his drooling pre-cum, a bit more watery than before.

Your free hand goes to your cunt, your fingers rubbing your clit to feel some relief from your aching pussy. Coriolanus notices that and can't help but feel bad. His fingers wrapped around your wrist stopping your movements, a silent question in his eyes and you removed your hand in answer.

A giddiness could be seen in Coryos as he explores your cunt for the first time. You get into a position where it is easier for you both to play with each other. He spreads your pussy lips, his eyes taking in your glistening cunt (with your juices and his cum). He swipes at your folds, gathering the wetness all over his digits, and you encourage him to take the digits in his mouth, and of course, he agrees.

He will do anything to get his head empty and his body to be jelly. So he takes his fingers in his mouth, letting his tongue lick every remnant of your juices and his bitter cum. He groans, his eyes getting cross stared and his cock begins to throb dangerously in your end. He was close to the edge again by such a simple thing.

‘Cute’ you thought, but you don't want him to cum again without getting something in return. So you stopped the strokes, ignoring his confusion, and pleas for more. Instead, you guide yourself on his cock again, your eyes flashing to him with a warning that despite the gentleness you had shown, you could be cruel too.

Yet when you sink on his cock, you make sure to hold his hand, fingers intertwined for comfort. You murmur endless praises to him.

“That's a good boy.” “Look at you filling me up so well.” “Ah- fuck, baby. Your cock is stretching me out perfectly.”

Each praise made his cock throb against your pulsating walls. This time he didn't cum immediately, but the jolt of electricity that went through his veins when both of your pelvis bones were touching, now joined to the hilt felt like he did. You take the hand you were holding and kiss the inside of your wrist with butterfly kisses.

These simple actions of yours were overwhelming to him. No one had cared for him so delicately like he was glass. It meant everything to him and a rush of emotions caused tears to begin to flow from his eyes.

You chalked his crying to overstimulation and leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. “It's okay,” you whispered against his ear, “It's okay, Coryo.” You let out a soft moan as you begin to move your hips. Slow and shallow thrusts. You hear him groan too, his hand squeezing yours. His free hand on your ass, groping the flesh.

“That's a good boy,” you whispered when you began to speed up your rocking hips making Coriolanus gasp. “You're doing so well, my dear,” you praised him. You moan as your hips find the perfect angle to hit the spongy spot in your gummy walls.

You begin to ride Coryo in earnest. His cock stroked the deepest part of your slick walls with each thrust. It makes you see stars with each breath you take. It was perfect and you made sure that Snow knew that with your hushed praises. Meanwhile, Coriolanus wasn't better off either with molten lava in his body, his mind now blank with how good getting dick wet felt.

He never understood the hype about sex but now he was addicted. He was sure he was going to need you like air, like a puppy going for a pet to its owner for comfort. He was going to need you after this, again and again.

He was close, wanting to cum again, he could feel how wet your walls were and wondered if it was your juices or his own that contributed to it the most. He was close so he voiced that. “I am-” he closed his eyes, feeling the burn of embarrassment, “Close.”

You hum in response, stopping your movements to catch a much-needed breath. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so, pretty boy,” you said with authority, “I let it go the first time, now I expect you to behave.” You add, “You'll cum with my permission or else. . .” You smirk, “You're a smart boy, Coryo. You wouldn't like punishment, would you?”

Coriolanus shakes his head, he sniffs and you find it adorable how his nose scrunches up that it makes you smile at him. “I will be good, I promise,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please.”

You give him a nod. You leaned down to kiss his lips, both of your tongues tangling together into something soft. Your hand leaves the grip it had on his hand to wrap itself around his neck. He moans inside your mouth as you put a bit of pressure onto his neck, not restricting his breathing but certainly making him light-headed. It worked as a good distraction.

Your free hand goes between your bodies and you find your clit. Your fingers begin to play with the bud. Small circles send jolts of pleasure to your core, making your cunt tighten around his dick. It made his hip snap back into yours, a deep groan resounding in the room as his hips began to thrust into you. Just small movements of sheer desperation of wanting to cum.

You were feeling the same, desperation clawing your body as the tension keeps building and building each time his cockhead grazes your g-spot. You were so close and everything turned sloppy.

Two animals in heat it seemed with how the two of you were acting. Your fingers pinch your clit as you begin to rock on his cock faster than ever, deep groans leaving Coryo's lips and his hands holding onto your hips to ground him as he takes whatever you give.

He was pussy drunk, his eyes glazed over and mouth drooling on the corners. You were pathetic enough to lick the saliva, holding his jaw open as you gathered your spit inside your mouth and then you let the goop of drool fall onto his tongue.

You thought for a moment this would snap him out from his fucked out glaze, except he swallowed it without a word, his hips stuttering in the pace and he mutters, his lips glistening, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” And god, that ruined you.

Your cunt begins to spasm around his cock, flexing walls around his length causing him to cry out for permission to let go and you yell out a yes. Liquidy spurts of cum begin to shoot out of his tip and inside your womb. Both of you let out a moan as the thrusts begin to slow down and cease.

As soon as you catch your breath and your body feels solidified, you caress his cheek. “Would you like to cuddle, baby?”

The answer to that was a breathless yes.

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Square/s Filled: Rimming - @spnkinkevents 

Pairing: Sub!Dean x Dom!CEO!Reader

Word count: 1,210

Summary: Dean never thought he could feel good while giving up control, but with the right person, anything was possible.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, restraints, blindfolds, oral sex (male receiving), rimming

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but it got away from me lol. Can also be read as a part two to Perfect Performance, but can a standalone as well. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Dean sighed softly against Y/N’s lips as she pressed them to his in a slow, sensual kiss. He couldn’t see her, the blindfold she secured over his eyes blocking his vision. He couldn’t touch her either, his hands tied to the sides of the wooden frame in her bedroom. Being restrained in both ways allowed his other senses to take over, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the wine from dinner on her tongue before she pulled away. He bit into his lip as she drifted down his body, lightly kissing and nipping at his skin along the way.

“Oh god,” he groaned, as he felt her mouth over his nipple, her teeth scraping over his skin.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, her voice just barely above a whisper as she looked up at him. She smiled as she saw his head pressed back into the pillow, the veins in his neck straining. “You look so good, all spread out for me…”

A ragged breath left him as her hand moved down, her fingers lightly running over his painfully hard cock, her thumb flicking over the head and swiping the pre-cum away. She had been teasing him for some time, alternating between taunting him with her hands and her mouth. If she wasn’t pumping her hand back and forth over his shaft, it was her mouth wrapped around him, bringing him closer and closer to his release but never letting him get there. She wanted him on the edge, driven insane with need for her as she kneeled between his spread legs, moaning at the feel of him in her mouth. A smirk pulled at her lips when he shifted against the sheets, causing her to draw back and release him with a lewd pop. Her hand wrapped around his length once more, stroking slowly, her fingers forming a ring under the head as she twisted her wrist.

“P-Please,” he pleaded, his normally husky voice now rough with desire to feel more. “I-I need-”

“Need what, Dean? You know that’s not how you speak to me,” she scolded lightly, a wicked glint in her eye as she looked up at him, continuing to pleasure him.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N,” he breathed, throwing his head back against the pillow.

“It’s okay, Dean,” she comforted him, reaching up to cup his jaw with her slender fingers. “I know what you need, what you’ve been craving. You’ve been so good at work, such a good boy for me, doing everything I ask. And for that, you’re going to get a reward…”

Y/N laid down, letting her tongue drag down his length to roam over his sac, sucking softly before her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. She brought two of her fingers to her lips, sucking them into her mouth and getting them wet with her saliva. She continued to tease his cock with her tongue as she brought her fingers to his ass, rubbing circles over the rim with her saliva. A low grunt left Dean at the unexpected sensation, but it was definitely welcomed as he tried to get closer to her touch.

He had never felt this way before she came into his life. So comfortable, so free. Like he could give up any control he was holding onto, now that she had taken charge. His hands may have been tied, unable to move them, but it didn’t change the way he felt.

She glanced up at him as she continued her ministrations, licking over his thick girth. She pulled away briefly, softly kissing his inner thigh and giggling at the way he flinched. He was so sensitive and responsive to her, and she loved that she was the one who got to see him this way. In a quick motion, she spread his legs, a small smile crossing her face as she saw the way his eyebrows furrowed under the edge of the blindfold. She moved down his length and lower, alternating between soft kisses and licks as she made her way to new territory for him.

Slowly, she dropped more of her saliva over the rim, holding the globes of his ass as she leaned in, licking over the puckered hole.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice rasping as it cracked.

“Watch your language,” she chastised him, her face hovering close to him. “You don’t want this to be over before it starts, do you?”

He grunted as he threw his head back in frustration, panting harshly as he nodded. “No, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I didn’t think so.” She kept going, her eyes glancing up at him between each of his pleasured noises, figuring out what he liked best. She sucked softly at the hole, her tongue lightly breaching the ring of muscle, causing him to jerk against her as a deep groan ripped from his throat. She chuckled softly, briefly pulling back to nip at the flesh of his ass. “You like the way I play with your ass, Dean? So fucking good, could take you apart just like this all fucking night…”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N,” he moaned, loudly, tugging at the ropes around each of his wrists.

“Fuck, I wanna see you cum,” she whispered, lightly running a finger over his length. The tip of his cock was red as it leaked, twitching. He was going to fall over the edge at any moment. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” he husked, his jaw clenching.

She hummed, sucking softly at his balls as she moved down once more. She lapped at his rim, gripping the globes of his ass tight in one hand as she moaned, working her tongue in faster circles. Her other hand wrapped around his cock, pumping back and forth in time with the way she worked her tongue over him. Dean’s hands moved around the restraints, his fingers no doubt having rope burn as well as his wrists, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed the sting against his flesh just as much as what she was doing to him. She let her tongue explore deeper, sucking harder than before, her eyes catching the way his cock throbbed.

“I-I, fuck, I’m gonna-” he rasped, his jaw tight as his neck strained back, veins and tendons pulling under the skin.

WIth a few more flicks of her talented muscle and her hand pumping his shaft, a roaring moan left him as he reached his peak. His cock twitched, ropes of his cum covering his lower stomach as he came down from his high. She traveled up his body slowly, licking up the spendings before she leaned over him, taking off his blindfold. His eyes opened as he breathed deeply, catching his breath as green orbs met hers, making her smile wide.

As she straddled him, she gently reached up and affectionately cupped his jaw, stroking it with her thumb. She bit her lip as he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished the way she made him feel. Free.

She continued to sooth him as his breath returned to normal, whispering the words he had come to love hearing from her.

“Good boy.”

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Ladies With Experience

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him?

Tags: smut, first time, virgin!reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dean, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, fingering, not-so-innocent reader

Word Count: 5k

A/N: As always, thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing. Would be nowhere without you two 🥰

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Anyways, let’s say you’re right, fine. Who would want virgins?”

You know Sam didn’t mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.

“You got me,” Dean replied with a shrug. “I prefer ladies with experience.” 

And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, you’ve never had sex. But you’ve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. You’ve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. It’s not like you weren’t experienced at all . But that didn’t make Dean’s words hurt any less. You swallowed down the burger and fries from lunch that were threatening to come up, before standing up from your seat at the small motel room table. 

The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“I — bathroom,” you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you. 

Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Dean’s words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that you’d never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.

Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didn’t have long before one of the boys — likely Sam — would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldn’t suspect anything and turned on the faucet, splashing your tear-soaked face with cold water before using a hand towel to wipe it dry. When you emerged, the guys were packing up their duffels.

“Did you find them?” you asked, hopeful.

Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans. 

“I sure as hell hope so, ‘cause if I’m about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing —”

“They’re down there, Dean,” Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadn’t let his face show it. “You coming?”

You grabbed your gun off the dresser and holstered it in reply.

Six hours later, the three of you were sweaty, panting, and splattered in blood after a close fight with dragons in the sewers. Thankfully, you hadn’t had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadn’t said a word to either brother since you had gone to the bathroom six hours ago, and to keep them from growing suspicious of your sudden silence, you opted to take a nap in the backseat of the Impala on the way back to the motel. 

You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothers’ conversation.

“I’ll get her,” Dean said. 

Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside. 

You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Dean’s face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat. 

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

It took a moment for the feeling you had been filled with prior to your nap to come back to you, his words from earlier echoing in your head. I prefer ladies with experience . You shot him a cold glare.

“Alright. What’d I do?” he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you. 

The question caught you off guard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.”

“How do you know Sam didn’t do something?”

He replied with a knowing look.

You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, “It’s nothing. Stupid.”

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urged.

You hated this. How easy he was to talk to. How you had always been able to tell him what was on your mind.

But not this . You couldn’t tell him this. 

You shook your head. 

“Hey,” he said softly, shifting in his seat. He was fully turned around now, reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at those green eyes. “Talk to me,” he repeated, no room for argument in his words.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You wanted to throw up. He was your best friend, and you were utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. He preferred girls with experience, and you had none. Not in the way that it mattered. And he had known that, thanks to a late-night stake-out game of Never Have I Ever . 

His jaw clenched. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You briefly met his gaze. You couldn’t hold it for long. 

“Was it something I said?” he prodded. 

You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation. 

He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.

“Do I at least get a hint?”

“Dean, I —”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve never not told me anything.”

“Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I can’t stand not talking to you.”

Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been. 

“I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Because I’m making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.”

You didn’t respond.

He sighed again, defeated. “Y/N, c’mon. Please? Whatever I said, I’m sorry. I’m sure I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean that you ‘prefer girls with experience’?” you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it. 

Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish. 

“Thought so.” You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“No,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.”

“No, it’s not. I didn’t stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, right?” 

You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.

“But for what it’s worth, I wasn’t serious. I don’t prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyone’s willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.”

“Romantic,” you quipped.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I could show you, y’know.”

You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.

“What?” you croaked.

“Well, if you’re worried about not having any experience… I just mean I’d be happy to, y’know. Show you the ropes.”

“… Of sex?” Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. You’d just never been tied up with them. 

“Of whatever you want.”

“You think I want to have sex with you?” It came out harsher than you meant it to, like part of you still thought you could hide the fact that you were in love with him. Like if you just joked it off it would go away, and you wouldn’t have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart. 

You didn’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“No, that’s not what I —”

You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.

“No, I — I didn’t mean it like that either.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “…So you do want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. “Uh…”

“Forget it, stupid question, you don’t have to an—” 

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing you’ve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I really, really do.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Seriously?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Dean. Like you’re surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.”

He scoffed. “ Everyone , Y/N, really?”

“There are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,” you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point. 

“Gross. And Becky doesn’t count as everyone.”

“Actually, Becky only writes for Sam.”

You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.

“Why do you know that?”

God dammit. “I don’t. I mean — I — like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldn’t write porn about you. Obviously.”

“Uh huh…” There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, “How much smut have you read about me?”

Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too. 

“None!” you exclaimed, way too quickly. 

Dean smirked. “You do really wanna have sex with me,” he remarked, like he couldn’t believe it.

“Trust me, the urge is fading by the second.”

His grin disappeared almost instantly. “Would it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?”

“Well, I don’t think about it all the —”

“Y/N.” He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core. 

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Yeah, that helps.”

“Good,” he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him. 

“Uh… What are you doing?” You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.

“Telling Sammy to beat it.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What!?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Just — we can just do it back here!”

He gave you a pointed look. “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.”

“Why not!?”

“Because we’re not sixteen, for one. And for two… I wanna make it special.” He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it. 

“Oh my God,” you began.

“Shut up.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Shut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!”

“I have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You don’t need to make it special for me, Deano,” you teased. 

“For the last time, shut your mouth, or I’m gonna shut it for you,” he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasn’t in the mood to play. No, he wanted to fuck you. Beyond that, he wanted to dominate you. And you were more than happy to submit.

You might have been a virgin physically, but mentally? Mentally, you’d probably give Dean a run for his money. 

Sam didn’t answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didn’t want to make Sam uncomfortable. Or worse, give him any reason to give you the talk . Because he totally would. After trying his brother two more times, Dean decided it would be better to just get a room of your own, and you were much happier with that decision. 

You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead. 

“Ladies first.”

“You mean you’re not gonna carry me over the threshold?” you joked. “Thought you wanted to make this special .”

He gave you an unamused look, and you shot back a sarcastic closed-mouth smile before you were being swept off of your feet and over his shoulder faster than you could process.

“Dean!” you squealed, as he carried you through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him before practically throwing you onto the bed.

He was hovering over you seconds later, his face a few inches from yours, and the mood shifted from playful to serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.

“If I tell you something, you promise you won’t make fun of me?” you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.

“Promise.”

“I was kinda… holding out for you.” You drew your eyes up to meet his.

“Seriously?” he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldn’t believe it.

You swallowed nervously, nodding again as you stared into those green eyes, and you hoped that this meant as much to him as it did to you. Something told you it did.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he said.

You tilted your head in question.

“About making it special for you. I know it’s like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if —”

“There’s no one better for me, you idiot.” And you almost told him everything. That you’ve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobby’s, back when you were just kids. That everything felt like it led up to this moment. That you wanted him to fuck you and make love to you all at once. That you didn’t want this to be the only time he did. But instead, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like it could have powered an entire country’s electric grid. 

He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips — it wasn’t sexy. It was hungry. Starved, more like. Like he had been thinking about kissing you just as long as you had been thinking about him. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down towards your denim-covered core, down until you felt the hardness underneath his jeans pressed up against the spot where you needed him most, down until you couldn’t help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And —

“You need to stop that.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You don’t know when that happened, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, it spurred you on. 

You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more. 

“What’re you gonna do about it, Winchester?”

He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.

“I can fuck you like it’s your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.”

“And how’s that?”

He took a shaky breath, like he was actually having a hard time controlling himself. You felt a sense of pride shoot through you at that.

“Like the fucking brat you are.”

You almost came from that alone. 

Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they don’t have kinks. That they don’t watch porn. That they don’t have a plethora of sex toys  in their nightstand. That they sit and crochet in their convent dorm room all day. Sure, you were years past the age when girls typically lose their virginity, but you were no saint. In fact, you enjoyed being quite the opposite. And you enjoyed being put in your place. 

“Do your worst.”

It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you could’ve been part of a quick change act. He muttered something about a light system as he took off your clothes, and you nodded in a way that let him know that you already knew how all of that worked. 

When you were down to just a black lace bra and panties, he paused as his fingers hooked under your waistband. He stared at you, his expression serious, and you knew that he was going to give you one more warning. One more opportunity to say, “Actually, I’d like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.” But that wasn’t what you wanted. 

“You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

You rolled your eyes. “I trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. You’ve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, huffing a small laugh before pulling off your panties in one swift motion. His hands came to rest on your bare thighs as he locked his eyes with yours. “Any hard limits?”

You shook your head. “I trust you. I mean, like, don’t pee on me or —”

“Not gonna happen. But… most everything else?”

“Dean,” you began, looking at him pointedly, “I trust you. If it helps, I’ve used like, toys on myself before. And I don’t mean just a vibrator, I mean like… well, you get the gist.”

“So I don’t have to go easy on you, is what you’re saying?”

“Put me in my place,” you repeated.

“Alright,” he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, “but just so we’re clear, that’s the last order you’ll be giving tonight.”

Your throat bobbed and you nodded. “Yes, Sir.” 

You meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out that way. No, the title came out in a way that made his jaw clench and his eyes darken and it stoked the fire raging in your core. 

Dean didn’t waste any more time talking after that, his tongue moving through your folds seconds later, drawing gasps and soft moans from your lips. You arched into him, your hands in his hair, silently begging for more. It wasn’t the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this . 

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and “eating you out” didn’t come close to describing his ministrations. He was devouring you like his life depended on it, like the sounds you were making were a goddamn Zeppelin song that he wasn’t anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you — nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.

“Oh — fuck,” you gasped, and he chuckled into your sex and you had to actively think about not coming on his face and ending this whole experience early. 

“You’re close,” he observed, flicking his tongue over your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, and it was so fucking hot how he just knew that. It was like he had been fucking you for years, the way he knew your body, your tells.

You nodded. “Mmhm,” you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening. 

“Hold it,” he ordered.

Your eyes shot open, because it wasn’t the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldn’t. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling — fucking asshole.

“Mm — fuck — please!” you cried out.

“When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock. So hold it.”

You didn’t think you could. You had played this game with yourself and your vibrator and your self-control was majorly lacking and God his mouth and fingers felt so fucking good and you were there, the coil wound so goddamn tight, it would take nothing for you to let it snap, and then — 

He stopped.

He pulled his mouth away from your core, his fingers out of your pussy, and you were writhing underneath him, because you had been right there and you needed him to be touching you again right the fuck now.

You whined.

He spanked your pussy. Not hard or anything, just enough to see if it was okay with you, and fuck, was it. 

“Stop whining,” he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. “Or I’ll give you something to whine about.”

You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldn’t be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.

“Good girl.” He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you. 

You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since he’d last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.

“Has anyone ever told you,” he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, “that you are very,” another kiss to the other side, “very,” one more to the middle of your chest, “impatient?” He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. “Makes me wanna take my time.” 

His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snail’s pace. You arched your back, and he let you this time, chuckling at how easy it was to make your body react. His other hand slipped underneath you, unclasping your bra in a way that reminded you that he had a lot of experience doing so, and you refused to water the seed of jealousy that had sprouted from the thought. It didn’t matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you. 

He pulled your bra off and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked, and he still had 87 fucking layers on, the outermost of which was still speckled with dragon blood, and it’s not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didn’t want those clothes touching your bare skin.

“Dean?” you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.

“You okay, sweetheart? Do you want to st—”

“No! God, no. It’s just —” you sighed, exasperated. This was dumb. You were going to stop him for this? Your eyes landed on a spot of blood on the shoulder of his flannel. Yes, yes you were, because that’s gross. “It’s just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and I’m like, totally naked, and I don’t want —”

He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “I gotchya, baby.”

Baby. Baby ? You tried not to overthink the pet name as he climbed off the bed to take his clothes off, watching you the entire time. Sweetheart, you’d been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, that’s what you were to him now. His, and no one else’s. You filed the thought away under “Things to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchester”.

He was in nothing but his boxers now, his cock already hard underneath them, and you bit your lip as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid them off. And then, there he was, exactly like you’d imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasn’t any bigger than the fake one you had in your nightstand, but that one was nine inches and you could never fit it all the way in. He was perfect. All of him. 

“You okay?” he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.

“Mhm,” you managed, gulping.

He was on top of you again, his forearm holding up his weight as his free hand came to grab your thigh, hooking it over his hip and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as he moved his hips, teasing you with it. 

“Dean,” you breathed.

“Hm?”

“I want…” you couldn’t find it in yourself to finish your request.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You decided you liked “baby” better. 

“Please.”

“I thought you wanted me to put you in your place?”

You shook your head. “N-next time. Just, please .”

His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said. 

“Next time, huh?” he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his. 

You rolled your eyes. He stopped moving, the smile wiped off his lips as he gripped you underneath your chin, somewhere between rough and gentle, the look on his face telling you he wasn’t messing around. 

“Roll your eyes at me again, and next time I’ll really do my worst.”

You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.

“But not this time?” There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.

“Do you ever get tired of being such a brat?” 

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Do you ever get tired of it?” 

His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Hm. But not this time, right?”

“Y/N —” he warned.

“Afraid you’re gonna hurt me? Scare me? What’s really keeping you from putting me in my place… Sir?”

For the second time that night, something in him snapped. You yelped as he flipped you over and grabbed your hips, dragging them upwards so your ass was in the air and your chest was on the mattress. Four hits to your cheeks came down in quick succession, and when you reached your hand behind you to block them, it was quickly pinned to the small of your back. Three more hits followed, accompanied by a pathetic, “Ow!” from your lips.

“Color?” he questioned roughly.

“So fucking green,” you replied, dazed.

Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didn’t think there was anything better than the sting you were feeling right now. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to mark you up like this.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he commented. Five more hits. 

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind. 

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. “You just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?” Three more. 

“Mmph!” Your cries were muffled by the comforter. 

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.” He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, and then he was flipping you back over. He nestled himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. His expression softened as he stared into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied breathily. 

He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out. 

“Good?” he asked.

“So fucking good.”

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when the time did come, this was how you wanted to go out. 

“Harder,” you encouraged, and he obliged. “Faster.”

He was properly fucking you now. Hard and fast and dirty. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, forcing him to go deeper. His head was buried in your neck, your nails were clawing up his back, and the room was filled with moans and pants and expletives that put a sailor’s mouth to shame. 

“Shit, baby,” he panted into your neck. “God damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.” He sped up his thrusts, and the bed was squeaking so much that you thought it was going to fall apart underneath you, but you were too far gone to care. He reached a hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, circling it expertly. You were on the precipice of your release in seconds. And then —

“Come. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.”

And you screamed loud enough to get both you and him kicked out of the motel if they cared enough as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, his pace only faltering moments later, right before he pulled out and painted your stomach white. It looked like a Jackson Pollock on your abdomen. Kinda hot, actually. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.

“More than,” you smiled.

He mirrored the look on your face before crawling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning his masterpiece off of your skin. When he was done, he threw it across the room, aiming for the bathroom, and it landed on the tile in front of the toilet. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, and you wanted to ask so many questions, all at once. What were you two now? How long had he been wanting this? Would there be a next time? Instead, you opted for —

“You know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.”

He snorted. “They’re half right.”

“A switch?” you asked, surprised. “Lucky me.”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry about your ass.”

You shrugged. “I was asking for it.”

“Oh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I… I dunno. It was your first time, I didn’t want to get too —”

“It was perfect, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. “Yeah.”

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