#demon!dean winchester smut

[wayward-dreamer]

Playing With Fate

Square/s filled: "You need to get your strength back" @anyfandomkinkbingo (quote in bold) |

Pairing: Demon!Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 3,545

Summary: Y/N offers to help with the search for Dean after he becomes a demon and leaves the bunker. Her plan doesn't go the way she intended, but that didn't mean it wasn't a desired outcome.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, degradation, dubcon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), squirting, I think that's it, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Please blame the s10 rewatch I was in the middle of for this. I take no responsibility for the level of horny everyone's going to be after this lmao... Also, I've done things a little differently with this one, so I hope y'all enjoy! As always thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for betaing this. Don't know where I'd be without either of you <3

What the fuck am I doing?

That was the first thought that entered Y/N’s mind, but it was fleeting, disappearing as she looked up at Dean from her submissive position on her knees, her mouth wrapped tight around his thick girth as her hands pressed into the muscle of his bare thighs. His gaze was intense, green orbs that occasionally gave way to solid black, something she had never anticipated would arouse her the way it had from the first moment he revealed them to her. He caressed her hollowed cheeks with his thumb, his other hand in her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, taking his length deep into her throat. It soon wasn’t enough for him, his grip tightening in her strands as he held her still, his pelvis smacking vigorously against her. Saliva dripped in long strings around her mouth as he chuckled, relishing in the way she choked and gagged around him, the glugging of her throat adding to the pleasurable cacophony that reached his ears.

Tears pricked her eyes as she moaned and spluttered around his shaft, her own thighs squeezing together to keep her arousal at bay for a moment. He noticed the way she squirmed, the way her flesh pressed tightly, the signs of her need obvious to him. He drew back from her throat, a harsh gasp leaving as her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she sucked in air and met his gaze.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he ordered, grinning as he wiped her saliva around her lips. “Want that pussy of yours as wet as your mouth, got it?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, nodding weakly.

“Yes what?” he growled, tugging at the roots of her hair and making her whimper.

“Yes sir,” she added, staring up at him.

The smirk never left his face as he thrusted into her waiting mouth once more. Following his instruction and opening her legs, her fingers moving between them and finding her clit already lightly covered in her wetness. She moaned wantonly as she circled the swollen nub, her eyes fluttering with the euphoria that coursed through her. Not only at the feeling of her hand between her legs, but at the way he was using her, and the shame of willingly letting him fading away with every plunge of his cock into her throat.

This hadn’t been the plan when she first found him. Far from it, in fact.

When Sam had called her with the location of the bar Dean had been frequenting, she had full intention of stepping in and setting him straight. He had warned her about Dean being a demon now, something that had happened several weeks before and which she chastised him for not telling her sooner. She could’ve helped and maybe with their “geek brains” together, as the elder Winchester liked to call them, they could’ve found him sooner. She wished she had known; her and Dean were friends, and she hated the fact that she hadn’t been there for him.

Friends were supposed to look out for each other. Especially those types of friends that were sometimes, on occasion, more than that.

Nevertheless, Sam said he would join her but she insisted on doing this alone, not listening to his protests and telling him to call her back once he had found Dean’s whereabouts.

When Y/N walked into that dive and took a seat at the bar, her eyes immediately found him. There he sat, at a table in the middle of the room, whiskey tumbler in hand. He didn’t look any different to the normal Dean she knew, not even when a blonde waitress came over to him and handed him another glass, draping her arm across his broad shoulders. She shrugged it off, now wasn’t the time to get jealous. She ordered herself a whiskey too, taking it and facing the room, crossing one leg over the other which allowed her denim skirt to ride up her thigh. That along with a tight, black tank top and black heeled ankle boots were her attire for the night; completely different to the usual hunter gear she’d be wearing but she needed something to catch his eye.

And sure enough, it did.

Dean had always had a higher level of awareness thanks to being a hunter, but after becoming a demon it had become a sixth sense. A familiar energy caught his attention as soon as it stepped into the room, his head lifting up to meet Y/N’s eyes as she stared back at him. He hadn’t seen her for a while, and if she was here that meant Sam had gotten to her. He had the initial thought of sending her on her way as he stood up, but as he made his way over to her, caught the way her thighs pressed together where they were crossed, he knew he could have some fun with her.

A grin pulled at his face as he gazed down at her, seeing her perfect mouth taking his intimidating length with each thrust, and he was glad that he had been right. It had been a long time since they had been together like this, and it was clear that he hadn’t taken advantage of their situation as often as he should have from the way she was working her tongue around him. She was unmistakably desperate to please him, to be with him in any way possible, even if he did have a new set of black eyes.

He had no problem exploiting that fact.

“Look so good choking on my cock, baby,” he groaned, holding her down against his pelvis.

His hand tightened in her hair once more and pulled her off his cock again, a dark chuckle escaping him as he heard her shuddering breath. Saliva hung off the edge of her chin, dripping onto the swell of her breasts, her eyes wide as she waited obediently for whatever he had planned for her next.

“Stand in front of the mirror,” he instructed, glancing up at the corner of the room before looking back at her. “Want you to see yourself losing control while I fuck you.”

Y/N somehow found the strength to stand from her position on the floor, the burning in her limbs only adding to the fire that was rising within her with each staggered step towards the mirror. Her appearance reflecting back to her was already a mess; her hair tangled in certain places, saliva drying and hardening at the edges of her mouth. As she spread her legs and curled her hands on either side of the frame, Dean stepped up behind her, calloused fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her back. Their eyes briefly met in the mirror before his gaze shifted down, following the movement of his hands as they admired the curve of her ass, a groan escaping him as his thumb grazed her puckered hole down to the sticky, wet warmth of her folds. She gasped as she felt the thick digit slide back and forth, no doubt wetting his skin as her arousal grew and dripped from her sex.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered, more to himself than to her, but he finally left his eyes and addressed her again. “Ready to take my cock, aren’t ya?”

Her lack of response earned her a heavy hand against the flesh of her ass, causing a yelp to escape her. Her eyes widened as they made contact with his, narrowed and glaring at her through the mirror. He had barely done anything to her and she was already overwhelmed by his actions. Her mind was caught somewhere between not knowing how much more she could take, and wanting to take everything he had to give. Now that he was a demon, she had no idea how much that was, but she was more than willing to find out.

His hand came down twice more in quick succession, making her jolt forward as she shrieked. The sting was intense but delicious as the sensation spread through her whole body, and she knew this was only the beginning.

“You better be fucking ready for me, sweetheart. ‘Cause I ain’t holding back.”

The implication of his words was clear. He wasn’t the Dean she knew anymore, and she shouldn’t expect him to be.

A brief nod was all she could muster as an answer to his earlier question, and that was all he needed. He brought his thumb to his mouth, glistening with her wetness as his plump lips wrapped around it. He kept his gaze on the reflection in front of him, their eyes locked as she breathed heavily, a groan leaving him as he sucked at the digit and took hold of his shaft, rubbing it through her folds. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him do that; taste her off his fingers,  but it hit differently now.

Before she could register what was happening, he lined himself to her entrance and slammed into her, her walls sheathing his thickness completely as a ragged moan fell from her lips.

The sound was a harsh contrast to the soft whimper that she had tried to suppress when he sat down in front of her at the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering himself another whiskey. He turned to her, his eyes taking her in as they roamed down her frame, an eyebrow lifting in approval at her low cut top and the way her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her thigh as she sat.

“Didn’t think Sammy would send someone else to do his job,” he started, sipping his whiskey once it was in front of him. “Guess he’s losing practice without me, huh?”

“He didn’t send me,” she clarified, trying to remain firm in his presence. “And there’s a quick fix for that. Just come home.”

He scoffed, chuckling as he dropped his head and shook it. “No fucking way.”

The bite and careless lilt of his laugh and words stung, but she couldn’t dwell on it.

“Dean, this isn’t you,” she reasoned.

“Oh, but it is, Y/N,” he countered, as he turned on the bar stool and leaned his forearms back on the bar, his eyes never leaving her. “It’s the new me.”

Green irises flashed to solid black, holding her gaze long enough for a fear she had never experienced before to run down her back. Along with another strange yet familiar feeling between her legs. Strange because this wasn’t the time or place for it. As his eyes quickly returned to normal, Y/N’s jaw clenched as she stared up at him.

“Dean, look, you don’t have any options here,” she stated, pushing her drink aside and reaching into the left pocket of her denim skirt. “You’re coming with me back to the bunker, and Sam’s gonna get to work on curing you. End of discussion.”

Dean sipped his drink as he watched her take out a pair of silver handcuffs, devil’s traps carved into them. He slowly placed his drink down as he smirked, his gaze shifting from them up to her. “I think those are gonna look better on you tonight, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes, but she knew they weren’t as effective as usual. He was getting under her skin and they both knew it. From her other pocket, she pulled out the top of a flask as she stared up at him, waiting for him to look back at her as he glanced down.

“Don’t make this harder-” she started but his sinister scoff stopped her.

His green eyes, that once held so much admiration for her, were now void of any kind of emotion as he finally looked at her. Slowly, the shift almost imperceptible, his face hovered an inch away from hers.  “I thought you liked it hard, Y/N. Hard… fast… so rough you wanna feel that ache between your legs for days.”

A shuddered exhale fell from her lips, one she hadn’t realized she had been holding, causing him to chuckle.

“So how ‘bout you stop wastin’ your breath on this back and forth,” he continued, gesturing between them as a smirk spread across his face. “And admit that you’re real curious to know what it’s like to get fucked by a demon.”

Their gazes remained locked as he tested the waters; tested whether temptation would coax her into letting him corrupt her for no other reason than pleasurable amusement. He saw the way fear, guilt and thirst circled in the depths of her eyes, and he hoped it was the last of those that would win.

As Dean peered into those eyes once again, through the mirror’s reflection, he saw all of those things give way to euphoria as he pounded deep into the tight heat between her thighs.

Y/N barely recognized the face staring back at her. Hooded eyes, her mouth agape as a string of erotic noises escaped her with every slap of his hips against the curve of her ass. He had been right. She did enjoy sex when it was harder, faster, so rough that she felt the constant throb at the apex of her thighs. The Dean she knew was well aware of that fact, and this Dean, this… twisted version of him was using that to his full advantage. She wasn’t sure if she was willingly letting him, or if he was coercing her into this sinful act, but it was bliss.

A heavy hand slid up her back and into the strands of her hair, pulling harshly as his sweat slicked chest pressed up against her. His breath fanned over her ear and cheek as they stared at each other. A loud, lustful cry erupted from between her lips as the head of his cock drove deeper into her at this new angle, reaching places within her that hadn’t been explored in a long time. A tear brimmed at the corner of her waterline, rolling down slowly as another followed from the other, her thoughts as overwhelmed as her body by everything she was feeling. He laughed in her ear, the sound wicked as it rumbled from his chest against her back, watching the tears make tracks on her face.

Dean leaned down, the tip of his tongue slipping out between his pouty lips and dragging over the skin, the tang against his taste buds making him groan. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but her core tightened within arousal from the act.

“So fucking hot seeing you like this,” he whispered against her ear. “Just mine to use. You can’t lie to me, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes, can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around me. You love my cock inside this tight, little pussy. You don’t care anymore that I’m a demon, do ya?”

Y/N couldn’t remember the words she had spoken in agreement to leave the bar with him. All she could remember was his hands on her hips, pushing her up against the brick wall, rough lips fused to hers as his thumbs played at the strip of skin exposed between her top and her skirt. All she could recall was the way his fingers slipped under the hem, making her breath hitch as they danced over the flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her thong aside, moving between her folds.

He smirked into the kiss, pulling away and looking deep into her eyes. “So wet already, sweetheart. My black eyes got somethin’ to do with this?”

“No,” she whimpered, trying to remain defiant but she was flailing.

The amused grin he had given her in response then matched the way he was staring back at her through the mirror at that moment.

“N-no,” she moaned, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t care anymore…”

Her words had somehow emboldened the pace of his thrusts, the scream silenced in her throat as his calloused fingers wrapped over it tight, his other hand groping at her breasts as he slammed into her. Her own hands struggled to hold herself steady against the mirror, the frame shaking from the brutal force of his hips smacking against her. Her walls clenched around his girth, causing sounds only akin to a feral animal to come from him right against the shell of her ear. Along with the loud squelch between her legs and her own choked moans, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she fell over the edge into the deepest depths of hell with him.

No matter how heavenly it felt to have him inside her, she knew she was headed for the fiery pit for what she was doing. It was debauchery at its finest, and yet she couldn’t care less.

Y/N wasn’t sure when it happened. Maybe it was the short walk from the bar across the street to the motel, maybe it was when they stepped through the door, or when they stripped each other of their clothes as their kiss became as heated as their frenzied touches. Maybe it was when she fell to her knees in front of him and wondered what the fuck she was doing, allowing a demon, something she hunted on a regular basis, to invade her every thought and sensation. Even if it was a man she knew very well, it had been wrong.

But it had also never felt so right.

The familiar pull in her core had her eyes squeeze shut, but a tug from Dean’s hand in her hair had them opening again. He made her watch their sinful actions in the mirror once more, as he felt her walls like vice around him.

“Such a good slut just for me,” he groaned, nipping her earlobe. “You’re all mine now, right?”

The lewd moan that escaped her wasn’t enough of an answer for him, as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass, causing her to shriek.

“Tell me,” he growled.

“I-I’m yours,” she finally replied, her voice sounding like a stranger’s from how hoarse it was.

“Damn right,” he grunted.

Her eyes rolled back as her air was still cut off by his heavy grip on her throat, but suddenly it dropped to grip her hips tightly with both hands, as his own began to falter with each frantic thrust. Her lungs burned as short breaths left her, moans turning into loud cries of his name as she reached that euphoric peak, her body convulsing as a stream of liquid gushed down her thigh, pushing his cock out as her wetness spurted against the mirror and dripped onto the carpeted floor. Her chest heaved as she breathed harshly, her vision blurred and unable to focus.

Dean took hold of his shaft, slicked up by her release and pumped his hand back and forth, expletives and groans falling from his parted lips as his cock pulsed in his grip. With one last tug, the veins in his neck strained as he let out a strangled grunt, his eyes flashing to solid black as ropes of his release shot over the small of her back. He grinned as he looked at her with those demon eyes she had found herself aroused by, and she smiled back slightly.

This was definitely not how tonight was supposed to go.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered, grabbing her by her shoulders to steady her.

“Yeah,” was all she managed to push past her heavy breaths as she came down from her high.

“Well, I’m good to go again, but,” he smirked as his eyes flashed back to green irises. “You need to get your strength back.”

Y/N was taken aback by the concern, but she knew better than to assume it was for any other reason than needing her recharged for another round. He moved away from her, but not before smacking her ass once more as he walked away. She stumbled to the edge of the bed, still able to see herself in the mirror, her hand admiring the scratches and bruises forming along her skin. With a strangely content sigh, she fell back against the bed, unbothered by his cum sticking between her and the sheets underneath. She glanced to the side as he sat down next to her, his hand roaming over her body, fingers flicking over her nipple, making her moan softly.

“Take five, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet.”

She bit her lip as she looked away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She heard a small buzz from her phone in the pocket of skirt, but made no move to search for it on the floor. It was no doubt Sam, texting for an update on how things were going. This was definitely a unique way of laying a trap, certainly not one she was planning, but at least this way Dean would never suspect that she had him right where she wanted him this whole time.

She’d let Sam know where she was eventually. She just wanted to enjoy playing with her own fate a little more.

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[lila-lou]

✨Beyond saving✨

Summary: Dean became a demon and left you overnight. Three months have passed since then, in which you wanted nothing more than for him to finally come back. However, when he returned, it became painfully clear that he could no longer be saved.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Rape, Language, Angst, Hurt, Violence, Humiliation - it´s just pure darkness

Word Count: 4289

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You sat alone in the bunker, your breaths shallow and pained, the echoes of recent battles still reverberating in your mind. Sam, fueled by determination and desperation, had embarked on a relentless search for Dean, accompanied by Castiel. Left behind, you nursed your injuries.

Your ribs ached with every breath, a testament to the encounters with some demons in your relentless search for Dean. Each shadow seemed to whisper his name, taunting you with his absence.

Cradling your injured side, you sank into the cold embrace of a chair, the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon you. How long had it been since Dean had disappeared into the night, consumed by the darkness that had claimed him? The minutes stretched into eternity, each tick of the clock echoing the ache in your heart.

Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the turmoil within the bunker's walls. But for you, time stood still, trapped in a limbo of fear and longing. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind, raised hopes that Dean would materialize before you, his familiar presence a balm to your weary soul.

But as the weeks slipped by, despair threatened to overwhelm you.

In the depths of your despair, a voice whispered a gentle reminder: hope. It was a fragile thread, woven with memories of shared laughter and whispered promises.

With each heartbeat, you whispered a silent vow to never give up on Dean, to keep fighting until he was safely by your side once more.

Two long weeks had passed since Sam and Cas had departed, leaving you to grapple with the silence that hung heavy in their absence. And three months had slipped by since Dean, consumed by the darkness of his demonic transformation, had vanished into the night, his departure leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill.

As you made your way to the kitchen, your movements slow and deliberate, the pain in your ribs flared with every breath.

Reaching the refrigerator, you paused, your hand hovering over the handle as a wave of loneliness washed over you. The prospect of facing another day without Dean, without the warmth of his presence, felt like an insurmountable burden. But you couldn't afford to succumb to despair, not when there was still a glimmer of hope flickering in the darkness.

With a determined exhale, you opened the refrigerator door, the cool air washing over you. Amidst the assortment of food and beverages, your fingers closed around a cold bottle of beer, the familiar label offering a brief respite from the ache that threatened to consume you.

Bringing the bottle to your lips, you took a long swallow. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to linger in the memories of happier times, when laughter had filled the air and the future had seemed full of endless possibilities.

That’s when you heard heavy footsteps echoed through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine as they drew closer. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and longing coursing through your veins. You knew without a doubt who stood seconds later right behind you, his presence a familiar yet chilling presence that sent a tremor of apprehension rippling through your body.

Dean.

The name hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of everything that had transpired in the months since his transformation into a demon. Three long months had passed since you had last seen him.

And now, as he stood mere inches away, his chest pressed against your back, you couldn't bring yourself to turn around. The air crackled with tension, thick with unspoken words and the palpable sense of danger that surrounded him.

You felt his breath ghost across the nape of your neck, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. The urge to turn and face him, to confront the demon that wore Dean's face, warred with the instinct to flee, to put as much distance between you and his darkness.

But as the seconds stretched into eternity, you remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the fear that gripped you like a vice. Dean wasn't here to do nice things, of that you were certain. He was a harbinger of chaos, a reminder of the perilous path he had chosen.

And yet, despite the fear that coiled in the pit of your stomach, there remained a flicker of hope, a tiny ember that refused to be extinguished. Deep down, buried beneath the layers of uncertainty and despair, you held onto the belief that somewhere within the depths of the demon that stood behind you, a fragment of the real Dean still existed.

But as the moments ticked by, the silence stretching taut between you, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. Would Dean ever be the same again? Or had he been consumed entirely by the darkness that now held him in its thrall?

With a trembling hand, you reached for the bottle of beer on the counter, the cold glass a tangible anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within you. And as you took a fortifying sip, steeling yourself for whatever came next.

Dean's voice cut through the silence like a blade, his words laced with a dark edge that sent a shiver down your spine. "Sweetheart", he drawled, the term dripping with mockery, a cruel reminder of the tender endearments he had once whispered in your ear. "Missed me, did you?", he taunted, his tone sending a chill down your spine.

You could feel his presence behind you, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. The sensation sent a wave of unease washing over you, his proximity a stark reminder of the danger that lurked within him.

But even as his lips brushed against your ear, sending a shudder of revulsion coursing through you, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. The memory of the man you had once loved, the man buried beneath the darkness that now consumed him, lingered in the recesses of your mind, a faint echo of a love that refused to die.

And as his lips lingered against your ear, his touch a visceral reminder of the danger that surrounded you, you felt a flicker of defiance ignite within you. Steeling yourself against the fear that threatened to consume you, you squared your shoulders and met his gaze head-on.

"Dean". you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "this isn't you. I know you're still in there, somewhere"-. It was a desperate plea, a faint glimmer of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf you both.

But as you spoke, the shadow that lurked behind his eyes seemed to deepen. And though you longed to reach out and pull him back from the brink, to save him from the darkness that haunted him, you knew that the battle ahead would be fraught with peril.

For Dean wasn't just fighting against the darkness within him; he was fighting against the very essence of his own soul.

Dean’s words struck you like a barrage of bullets, each one piercing your heart with a searing pain that threatened to consume you.

“All I want is to fuck that tight little pussy of yours”, he sneered, his voice dripping with venomous lust. “Tried so many girls these past few weeks, but none of them felt like you”.

Your breath caught in your throat. His words were like a dagger to your soul, shredding any remaining fragments of hope or love you had clung to.

As he pressed you against the unforgiving surface of the kitchen counter, his touch rough and unforgiving, you felt a surge of pain shoot through your body. Bruises blossomed beneath his fingertips. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let him see your weakness.

You were overwhelmed, broken by his actions and his words, but you refused to let him break you completely.

“Stop talking”, you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Dean's laughter echoed off the walls of the kitchen, a cruel symphony of mockery that reverberated in your ears like a relentless assault. The sound of it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Aw, sweetheart, don't tell me you're jealous", he taunted, his voice dripping with derision as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "You wanna know how I fucked all those other girls while you were out there playing the hero, searching for me?".

The words hit you. You had risked everything to find him, to believe in the possibility of redemption, only to be met with scorn and betrayal.

But despite the pain, despite the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to consume you, you refused to let him see your weakness.

"Go ahead", you spat, your voice laced with a bitter edge. "Show me. Show me just how little I meant to you. How easily you threw away everything we had".

And as he smirked, his features twisted with triumph, you braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of pain and humiliation. Dean wasn't the man you had loved; he was a monster, a demon wearing the face of the man you once knew.

But even as he moved closer, his hands reaching for you with a hunger that made your skin crawl, you refused to back down. You were broken, yes, but you were not defeated. And as you stood your ground in the face of his darkness.

Dean's eyes gleamed as he leaned in closer. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea", he snarled, before he gripped your wrists with a force that made you flinch.

"I'm about to show you just how hard I fucked those sluts", he continued, his voice low and menacing. "Hard enough to land them in the hospital. They begged for it, you know. Begged for the touch of a real man".

The bile rose in your throat at his words, a sickening mixture of disgust and despair threatening to choke you. How could he speak of such violence with such casual indifference?

But even as the questions raced through your mind, you knew there would be no answers. Dean was lost. And as he moved closer, his hands trailing down your body with a possessiveness that made your skin crawl, you knew that this was about to get messy.

Dean's voice dripped with disdain as he sneered, "Where's your motivation, huh? You call yourself a hunter, but here you are, doing nothing to stop me". His words cut through the air like a whip, each syllable laced with hate.

You gritted your teeth against the surge of anger that threatened to consume you, meeting his gaze with a defiant glare. "My motivation", you spat, your voice trembling with suppressed rage, "is to stop you from hurting anyone else. To stop you from causing any more pain and suffering."

Dean's laughter echoed off the walls of the kitchen, a cruel mockery. "You really think you can stop me?", he taunted. "At the end of the night, sweetheart, I'll get what I came for. And there's nothing you can do to stop me".

“You´re pathetic, Dean”.

Dean's hand struck your cheek with a brutal force, the sharp crack of skin against skin echoing through the kitchen. Pain exploded across your face, a searing heat that radiated through every fiber of your being. You stumbled backward, the force of the blow sending you crashing against the wall, the impact jolting your already broken ribs.

Stars danced at the edges of your vision as you fought to regain your bearings, struggling to draw breath through the haze of pain that enveloped you. But even as you gasped for air, the taste of blood filling your mouth, you refused to let him see your weakness.

Dean loomed over you, his features contorted with a twisted mixture of triumph and cruelty. "Is that fire I see in you now, sweetheart?", he sneered, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Good. Because I want something to burn while I fuck you".

Your fists pounded against Dean's chest, each blow fueled by a desperate fury that threatened to consume you. But his laughter only grew louder.

"Aw, sweetheart, is that the best you can do?", he taunted. "I expected more from a hunter like you. But I guess I overestimated your abilities".

With a primal scream, you launched yourself at him once more, determined to land a blow that would wipe the smirk from his face.

But before your fist could connect, Dean moved with speed, his hand closing around your wrists with a vice-like grip. Pain exploded through your body as he squeezed, the bones in your wrists grinding together with a sickening crunch.

You cried out in agony as he pushed you against the kitchen table, the unforgiving surface digging into your spine. Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled against his iron grip, but it was futile. Dean was stronger, more powerful than you could ever be.

"Look at you, all fire and fury", he sneered, his breath hot against your ear. "But in the end, you're just a weak little girl, aren't you?".

With a trembling hand, you tried to push yourself up from the table, but Dean’s hand came down with a force that sent shockwaves of pain radiating through your body. You cried out as he pushed you back down, the unforgiving surface digging into your stomach, leaving you gasping for air.

“Oh, princess, don’t strain yourself”, he mocked. “You’re much prettier when you’re lying down”.

“You know, sweetheart”, Dean taunted. “I always did like a woman who knows her place. And your place is right here, beneath me”.

Dean's laughter filled the room like a sinister symphony, his eyes gleaming with pleasure as he towered over you. "Oh, sweetheart, look at you", he taunted. "All bruised and broken, yet still trying to get up. Admirable, really".

You winced as pain shot through your broken wrists and ribs, rendering you helpless against his looming presence. Every movement sent waves of agony coursing through your body, but you refused to let him see your weakness.

With deliberate slowness, Dean reached for his belt, his fingers tracing the buckle with a predatory precision. "You know, princess", he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, "I've been looking forward to this. Been craving it ever since I left".

Your heart pounded in your chest, a sickening mixture of fear and revulsion churning in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to scream, to fight back with every fiber of your being, but the pain held you captive, a prisoner in your own body.

As Dean slowly undid his belt, a smirk played across his lips, his eyes alight with twisted desire. "You're going to love this, sweetheart", he groaned, his voice laced with a dark promise. "I'll make sure of it".

You knew what was coming, but you were powerless to stop it.

Dean's grip tightened around you as he pushed you further down the table, his movements rough. You winced as your broken wrists bore the brunt of his force, each new position sending fresh waves of pain shooting through your body.

With a smirk, Dean reached for the waistband of your shorts and panties, his fingers trailing along the fabric with a slowness that made your skin crawl. "Let's see what we have here, shall we?", he mused, his voice thick with anticipation.

As he pulled them down, exposing your dry folds to his leering gaze, a wave of humiliation washed over you. You felt exposed, vulnerable, as if every last shred of your dignity had been stripped away.

Dean's eyes alight with amusement. "Well, well, well", he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Looks like you're making this harder than it should be, sweetheart. What's the matter? Not as wet as you used to be?".

You wanted to scream, but all you could do was lie there, exposed and humiliated, as Dean continued to mock and degrade you.

"Oh, sweetheart, this is going to hurt", he chuckled.

"You always did have trouble taking me, didn't you?", Dean jeered. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you feel every inch of me".

His words struck you like a physical blow, a reminder of the intimacy you once shared, now twisted into something dark and grotesque.

You lay on your stomach on the table, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you braced yourself for what was to come. Your ass faced Dean, vulnerable and exposed, as he hovered over you.

With a chuckle, Dean reached for his jeans and boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing length.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at what you're missing out on", he taunted. "You used to beg for this, didn't you? Beg for me to fill you up until you couldn't take it anymore".

As Dean moved closer, his hands tracing the lines of your body, you felt a surge of panic rise within you. But even as you struggled against him, you knew that resistance was futile. He was too strong, too powerful, and you were helpless to stop him.

With a hard thrust, Dean tried to shove himself inside you, but your tightness proved too much for him to handle. The pain was excruciating, a searing agony that threatened to consume you from within.

"Fuck", Dean cursed, his voice strained with frustration as he tried to force himself deeper. "Why do you have to be so fucking tight?".

Tears welled in your eyes as the pain intensified.

"Looks like I'll have to make do," he sneered, his voice thick with contempt as he spat down on his cock. "All because of you, princess. Can't even get wet for me anymore".

Dean gripped your hips with a brutal force, before he thrust himself forward once more. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that threatened to consume you from within.

"Please, Dean, stop", you pleaded, your voice raw with desperation. But he only laughed, the sound ringing in your ears like a mocking taunt.

"Stop?", he scoffed, his grip on your hips tightening even further. "Why would I stop when we're just getting started, sweetheart?".

Tears streamed down your cheeks, knowing that there was no escape.

With a grunt of effort, Dean pushed himself inside you with force.

You cried out, the sound muffled by the unforgiving surface of the table beneath you, as he filled you with a brutal intensity.

"Fuck", Dean groaned, his voice strained with exertion. "You're so fucking tight".

As Dean continued to thrust into you with a relentless determination, the agony intensified, threatening to overwhelm you completely.

Your body bore the marks of Dean's brutal assault, bruises already blossoming across your skin despite his relentless onslaught having barely begun. Each movement sent shockwaves of pain rippling through your broken form, the agony etched into every line and contour of your battered body.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, silent yet relentless, as you fought to endure the torment that Dean inflicted upon you.

With a cruel grip, Dean pressed your head tighter against the table, his hands exerting a crushing force that threatened to suffocate you. "You're not enjoying this as much as I am, huh?", he taunted.

And then, with a suddenness that left you reeling, he pulled out completely, leaving you gasping for air as he prepared to thrust into you once more. "Let's see how much you can take", he growled.

The table shuddered beneath you as Dean drove himself into you with a brutal force, each movement wracking your body with a searing agony that threatened to consume you whole. "You like that?", he sneered, his voice laced with amusement. "Or do I need to go harder?".

Your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Dean continued his assault, his grip tightening in your hair, pulling your head up with a violent force. "Tell me how much you missed my big cock", he demanded, his voice a menacing growl as he forced you to look him in the eye.

You winced as your ribs cracked even further under the strain, the pain nearly unbearable as you struggled to form words through the agony. "Please", you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't...I can't do this anymore. Please, Dean, just stop".

But he only laughed, the sound sending a chill down your spine as he forced your head back down, his hands like vices around your hair. "Not good enough, sweetheart", he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Tell me you missed it. Tell me you've been dreaming about it every night since I left".

You choked back a sob, the words catching in your throat as you fought to resist his demands. But with each tug of his hands, each crack of your already fractured ribs, the pain became too much to bear. "I missed it", you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breaths. "I missed you".

His smirk widened at your admission.

"That's right, sweetheart", he groaned. "You missed me, didn't you? Missed my big cock pounding into you, making you scream".

With each brutal thrust, your cries of pain mingled with his laughter, the sound a symphony of torment that echoed off the walls. "Look at you", he sneered, his hands gripping your hips with a punishing force. "Crying like a little bitch while I fuck you senseless. You love it, don't you? Love being my little whore".

Dean's voice dripped with satisfaction as he hovered over you. "You feel so fucking good", he purred, his words like venom as he surveyed your broken form. "None of those other bitches could compare to you. None of them had that perfect ass and tits. None of them were as tight as you".

You winced as the pain in your ribs intensified with every thrust, each movement sending shockwaves of agony coursing through your body. It felt like your lungs were being crushed, the pressure unbearable as you struggled to draw breath.

Your face was red and swollen from being shoved over the table, tears mingling with sweat as you fought to endure the torment.

With a cruel grip, Dean pulled you around, forcing you to sit on the edge of the table. Your body felt heavy and limp, your senses dulled by the relentless onslaught of pain. You barely registered his rough handling as he grabbed your jaw with a painful force, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Look at me", he snarled as his eyes transformed into pools of endless blackness. "I want you to see exactly who's doing this to you".

You whimpered weakly, your gaze meeting his dark, soulless eyes as he pushed himself inside you once more. The pain was blinding, a searing fire that threatened to consume you whole, but you were too far gone to fight back. Each movement leaving you teetering on the edge of consciousness.

"You're pathetic", he scoffed. "All this pain, and you still can't look away. You really are mine, aren't you?".

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to stay upright, your body wracked with pain and exhaustion.

Dean's grip tightened around your neck, nearly choking you as he held you up to keep you from falling. Your vision blurred, the edges of consciousness slipping away as the pain and lack of oxygen overwhelmed you. Yet, you remained trapped in his grasp, unable to break free from his cruel hold.

"You're still in love with me, aren't you?", Dean sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he mocked your lingering affection. " You actually think there's redemption for me. How sweet".

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each word he spoke a dagger in your heart. The weight of his words, combined with the physical agony, threatened to crush your soul entirely.

Dean chuckled darkly, his grip on your neck tightening even further. "I'm going to come inside you. Every last drop. So that even when I'm gone, you'll still have a piece of me to remember".

As Dean's lips crashed against yours with brutal force, you felt the sting of his bite on your lip, drawing blood as a surge of pain shot through you. With a loud groan, he released himself inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, you felt another rib give way under the pressure, causing agony to lance through your already battered body. But you were trapped, unable to move or escape as Dean held you there to steady himself.

"You took me so well", Dean murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he kissed your forehead tenderly. "You always gonna be my favorite".

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he finally released his grip on you, leaving you slumped against the table, broken and defeated. "I'll come back for you", he whispered, his voice filled with a promise of further torment to come.

Before he left, Dean turned back to you, his eyes cold and devoid of any trace of humanity.

"Stop trying to heal me", he commanded, his voice laced with a chilling finality. "I'm beyond saving".

His words hung in the air like a heavy weight, crushing your hopes and shattering your illusions of redemption. With a heavy heart, you watched as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone with your pain and despair.

As Dean's words echoed in your mind, the world around you faded into darkness. The pain, both physical and emotional, overwhelmed your senses, pulling you into unconsciousness.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I'm thinking about turning this into a multi-part Story. You up?

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Part 2

#jensen ackles #spn #smut #dean winchester #supernatural #demon dean #demon dean x Reader #hurtful #rapekink #misogny #deanwinchtser #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n

[topofmythighs]

demon dean smut 👀👀👀

speaking in tongue

demon!dean winchester x she/her reader

rundown: it's gettin' hawt in here!!! demon!dean fucks his gf and that's basically it

word count: 3k

warnings: where do we start? corruption!kink, sub x dom themes, oral, p in v pen., master!kink, cnc???, pain!kink, breeding!kink,

navigating the depths of her relationship with dean has always been difficult; he is the definition of closed off. working through typical relationship issues is easy for the two of them, but it’s the most profound secrets that dean keeps locked away even from sam that drive them apart. still, even with the disagreements and frequent pleas for dean to let her into his mind, she stays, because she promised she would.

it’s difficult, though, to not poke and prod at the mind of her lover as he shifts from mortal to demon.

dean’s more violent — hedonistic, even — but he’s almost more open than her true lover is. as the two of them sit across from each other at the bunker’s table, drinks in hand, she can’t help but purse her lips at the thought of asking more.

“go ahead, sweetheart,” dean smirks. 

she sighs as she stares into her drink, nervous to look up and see the green eyes of her lover replaced with depthless, soulless black ones. she wishes sam was here — she knows he would want to ask questions, too — but he had to flea the bunker with castiel. (he begrudgingly left her there, but with dean’s lack of plans to harm her, sam trusted that she would call him if something went wrong.) 

“it’s hard to not pick your brain,” she finally says, looking up slowly at dean.

he smirks, taking a swig of his drink. “i’m an open book.”

“yeah, but, he’s not.” she sighs, also taking a drink of her whiskey. “i just - i want to know what he thinks of me. i need to know. i know he loves me — we’ve been together for what feels like forever — but he’s just so shut-out and--“

“and don’t you think it’s time you know what he thinks of you, sweetheart?” dean asks, looking at her with a quizzed look so human that she almost believes she’s talking to dean. within an instant, he’s at her side, leaning against the table. his warm, calloused hand, the same as dean's, cups her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. she swallows thickly as her blood freezes up in her body. “you know he loves you, sweetheart. i’ve always been here — watching, waiting to come out and talk to you. to tell you what he thinks of you, how he feels about you.”

“do i want to know?” she whispers, feeling the grip on her jaw tighten. 

she’s scared and flustered. her mind is swirling, trying to wrap around itself that this is not dean in any other way than physically. he lets her jaw go with a quick jerk, crouching down in front of her. 

“he thinks about you all the time. touching you, fucking you,” he purrs. he watches the blush rise on her face, and just to be an asshole, he tacks on, “it’s gross, to be honest.”

“keep it in your pants,” she mutters, glaring at him and drinking down her whiskey. 

he spins her chair to face him. sitting down on his knees, he places his hands on hers, gripping hard. 

“ow,” she winces. “please,” she says, “please take your hands off of me.”

“ah, ah, ah. what you aren’t getting, sweetheart,” he says coldly, “is that even if you hate me, you love him.” he pushes himself up off of the ground and leans in close to her. “and right now, we are one.”

she stares into his eyes and shakily puts her hands on his cheeks as his hands grip tight on the arms of the chair. “baby,” she whispers, pleading. “if you can hear me, please know i’m here.”

“he knows, sweetheart,” dean whispers. “he can hear you. we can hear you.” dean looks into her eyes, smiling pridefully at her. 

she takes a deep breath in, looking one last time into his green eyes, before guiding his lips to hers. she kisses him deeply, trying to feel dean amidst the demon.

“not so fast,” dean says. his ultimate speed has their positions flipped within seconds. she sits on his lap, hands still on his cheeks. “if we’re doing this, and trust me, we want this,” he purrs, “you need to understand that you don’t control me.” she nods quickly, frightened to do anything he doesn’t want her to. “but just because i’m some cold-blooded killer that has it out for every mortal around him,” he chuckles, “doesn’t mean i’m gonna hurt you, sweetheart. i don't want no angels or hunters after me. i don’t have a death wish.”

“they couldn’t stop you anyway,” she whispers, feeling herself relax into his hands that are tight on her hips.

he smiles at her. “that’s my girl.” 

his hands find her hair quickly, pulling her down into a deep kiss. her arms wrap around his neck as her body slowly sinks down onto his. she’s still unsure if her heart has stopped beating, but she feels his hand find her lower back and gently press her body down more.

“you’re okay, sweetheart,” dean murmers, and she swears that was really him. her legs finally relax and settle themselves on either side of his thigh, feeling the denim-to-denim contact. her arms tighten around him, and her lips find his neck where she places small kisses up and down it. 

testing the waters, she grabs a fistful of dean’s hair at the back of his neck as she kisses it, and she feels his hips buck up to hers.

“god,” dean whispers. “don’t make me feel like some desperate teenager here, baby girl.”

she smiles as she continues to kiss. she gently grinds her hips down against his thigh, staying very close to his body and keeping her movements slow. “don’t mean to,” she whispers back. “just trying to enjoy all of you.”

"we've got time, baby," he purrs, his hands roaming her thighs. he tilts his head back, savouring the wet, open-mouthed kisses that she continues to leave all over his throat.

the grip his hands have on her thighs leaves a searing pain behind, so she pushes herself away from his delicious skin to peek and see if the denim of her jeans has been burned away. she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, wincing as he squeezes harder.

she stares at her thighs, expecting burning flesh to be escaping the denim, but there's nothing there.

"ow," she whines, eyes meeting the demon's soulless black ones.

he smirks at her, peeling his hands off her thighs. "feel that?"

"yeah, it hurts like hell," she mumbles.

her jaw is grabbed once again by the familiar calloused hand, and her mouth hangs open slightly.

"i didn't ask for the attitude, sweetheart," dean snarls. "all that pain? means your little boyfriend is here, feeling all of this and watching us like a pervert in a movie theatre."

his eyes melt green again, and the combination of a mention of a mortal dean mixed with his luscious green eyes allows her body to fall slack. she drops back down onto dean's thighs and drools, coating his hand in spit. he smiles slyly at her, pulling his hand off her face before leaving a hard, aggressive slap to her cheek. he places his thumb in her still-open mouth and forces her face back to his. her mouth instinctively closes around his thumb.

"my good girl," he says, a hand finding her waist.

she smiles around his thumb, her cheek wet from her own spit being slapped onto it. she very slowly leans forward until her head rests on dean's shoulder and gently grabs hold of dean's wrist. she rests against him for a moment, feeling the pulse of his cock against her core every time she sucks on his thumb (she swears her heartbeat matches the rhythm of his dick.). her body goes slack, recovering from the pain in her thighs and on her face.

if she was in any other state of mind, she would be the utmost apprehensive woman in the world. if dean truly is watching, she has no doubt in her mind that he will condemn her for feeling safe in the arms of a demon. but as she lays here with her head on his shoulder and his protective arm around her, she wonders if there's some form of loneliness that drives a demon's anarchy.

she sits up, tired of thinking. she gently pulls his thumb out of her mouth, then presses a kiss to his lips. her shakey fingers unbutton his red shirt, and she feels a surge of wetness overtake her when she feels how incredibly hot dean's skin is.

dean can't help but admire her. he watches her as she licks her lips, and he feels his shirt coming undone. her eyes are huge and innocent, glistening like she's experiencing this for the first time. he knows she's focusing too much on the heat of his skin, overthinking about how close dean of the subconscious is watching, so he guides her hands to the tent in his jeans.

"we want you, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand looming over hers.

"take me," she whispers, so quiet that even with exaggerated senses, dean can barely hear her.

his inhumane speed brings her up onto the table with her jeans pulled off her legs. he smirks at her soaked thong - once a baby pink turned a deep rose from the amount of wetness her body has made. he pulls her to the edge of the table, kneeling down on the floor to press kisses to her thighs.

her hands try to push his head away. "no, please! he hasn't - it's been too long! i don't want you there, i want him."

dean smiles up at her from in between her thighs. "he's always here, babygirl."

he pulls her underwear to the side, immediately licking up all of the slick that her warm pussy made. she releases a loud, pornstar moan, her hands finding dean's hair quickly. he kisses her pussy, and she swears she can hear him growling from in between her thighs. she moans louder, hoping his dick throbs harder.

it must have, because his mouth finds her clit and sucks hard, eliciting a long, loud whine from her spit-covered lips. her hands are tight in his hair, the tension in her body having nowhere to escape but her hands. dean continues to lick and suck at her clit, making her whine and moan like she's never been touched before.

"need, need you," she groans, feeling dean's fingers dig deep into her thighs.

he comes up for air, pressing kisses anywhere he can. she swears she feels her dean here with her.

"need me?" dean whispers, his eyes staring into hers. she moans at his deep voice, swearing it rumbles through her. her head tilts back, and, within mere seconds, her body bounces off of dean's soft, memory foam mattress. she hears her breath catch in her throat, to which he smirks. "too fast for you, sweetheart?"

she shakes her head quickly as her hands find his belt and button. "like it," she mutters, her thoughts flowing too quickly to focus on anything but touching dean's cock.

when it sits in the palm of her hand, hard and hot, she whines and feels a gush of wetness fall over the tops of her thighs. she immediately tries to position his cock against her entrance, but he grabs her wrist.

"one thing about us, sweetheart," dean says, "is nothing turns us on more than watching those angel eyes suck cock." he smirks at her as she nods feverishly.

he flips their positions, allowing himself to sit against the headboard while she lays in between his thighs. her ass is high in the air as she wraps her hand around his cock again, licking up his long, veiny cock. he grabs her hair immediately, allowing her brain to turn off and her mouth to be used.

"pretty girl," dean mumbles, moaning as he face fucks her. her eyes are glazed over when she looks up at him, and she moans around his cock as those beautiful, green eyes watch her suck his cock. he holds her head down, her nose just an inch away from his pelvis. she gags, and usually dean would let up, but this time, he holds her head still.

she moves her hands up his thighs, digging her nails into them, letting him know it's too much. he doesn't let up until she draws blood just one gag later.

"bitch," he mutters, as he pulls her up by her hair. he watches his doll catch her breath, a long line of spit keeping her mouth connected to his cock. her eyes are watery, and a few tears have slipped down her face. small traces of makeup are smeared over her face.

their eyes meet, and his black, soulless ones switch back to his crystal clear, serpentine green eyes. he immediately pulls her onto him, his large protective hands rubbing her back. "i'm sorry, angel," he mutters.

she pulls herself up, and her legs straddle his hips. she keeps herself close to him as he kisses her head. his kisses lead onto her face, eliciting a small, fucked-out smile from her.

"it's okay, master," she whispers, peeling his hands from her face and pressing kisses onto his wrists, desperate to feel the human in him. as she does, he rubs his cock over her wet pussy, making her whine and hide her face in his hand.

she grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together, pushing herself up onto her knees to sink down onto his cock. she watches her boyfriend's face fall into the expression it always does when she takes it all; his mouth open, eyes closed, and his chest tight with air.

"i'll always let you do whatever you want to me, sir," she says, rocking her hips back and forth on his dick.

he smacks her ass, and a deep burning sensation flows through her veins. she knows her dean is gone again, taken over by the demon yet again.

"good girl," he says, watching her intently. he watches exactly where their bodies connect.

whether it's the demon's energy coursing through her boyfriend's body or the fact that she hasn't been fucked this hard in a few months, she finds it hard to take all of dean's cock. still, she does her best, feeling electricity course through her pussy whenever she sinks down all the way. she knows from the burning that dean is there. trapped in his mind, but he's there.

knowing he's there brings her an odd source of comfort. she wants to put on a show for him, and she wants to stay on this demon's good side. she hopes that he can feel everything the way she is. she rocks her hips again, feeling dean's fat cock hit her g-spot. she lets out a very loud moan, squeezing dean's hand harder as she rides.

dean groans, too. "fuck, babygirl," he mutters. "so fucking wet."

she caresses his face with her free hand, stilling her hips. "sir?" she asks quietly.

he smirks at her shyness, bucking his hips up into her. "yes, sweetheart?"

she squeezes his hand again, and to her surprise, he squeezes back. her hands feel like she's touching a hot stove. she blushes, knowing dean's right there. "make me squirt?"

his eyes roll back as he groans, and his lightning speed flips them into doggy quickly. he places her head into the pillows and grabs her hips, fucking her soaking wet pussy hard and fast.

"sir, sir, fuck!" she screams, feeling her hips burn where his fingertips squeeze. "i need," she moans. "need your cum."

"fuck, sweetheart," dean says, slowing down his speed a bit. he chuckles. "your boyfriend in here does not want me to do that."

her laboured breathing makes her choke out, "since when did you care?"

he laughs again. "you're a dirty whore. i like it."

she smiles into the pillows and wiggles her ass, begging for him to fuck her harder. he finds his rhythm again, and within a moment, she's finding his wrist and squeezing hard as she cums around his cock.

"don't stop, sir, please, don't stop!" she can feel the tension in her tummy build up again, and she's excited to see how worked up her mortal body can make a demon.

he keeps his pace, slapping her ass and fucking her pussy deep.

"fuck, your pussy is so good, doll," he mutters. "you want a demon to cum in you?"

she nods her head yes. "want your babies," she whispers, instantly regretting her dirty words.

dean haults, flipping her onto her back. "gonna watch that pretty face."

she smiles, grabbing his face for a kiss. his hands fist the pillow around her head, and he fucks her wet, warm pussy until his cum spills into her. the feeling of his thick load inside her makes that rope in her tummy snap, and she's begging him to fuck her hard again. he does, and she squirts as he fucks his cum deeper into her.

she cries out loudly as her body winds down from its high. dean switches them so she can lay on his chest. he rubs her body all over, and if her mind wasn't gone, she would easily overthink why he's showing her any sort of care.

her leg loosely wraps around his hips, and her arms wrap around his chest. he presses kisses to her head, petting her hair.

"y'know," he starts. "takes a real strong man to fight off total possession." she nods dumbly against his chest, just happy to feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest in her ear. "your man's got a lot of willpower to get back to you, sweetheart."

she nods again, pulling herself onto him more. "thank you for not hurting me, dean."

he smiles at her, and his hands continue to rub all over her body. "i still don't have a death wish, babygirl."

#dean winchester #deanmon #demon dean smut #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x y/n #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #dean winchester fanfiction

[delulu4dean]

“A Game Of Angels & Devils”

Warnings: Smut, it’s smut, pure smut. Swearing and maybe some violence but mainly smut

Pairings: Demon!Dean x female angel!reader

Summary: Dean is a demon, and he’s loose in the bunker with Castiel’s angels sister.

Word Count: 1,781

Castiel always had a rough relationship with the other angels, you were the only one he really saw as a sibling. You always stood by him no matter what, so when he asked you to help with Dean, his best friend, you jumped at the chance. But Dean was also a legend, to heaven and hell. And now that he’s a demon, you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t wait to meet him, you couldn’t wait to see what he was capable of.

Castiel and Sam were out of the bunker while Dean was trapped in a chair, the same one previously used to hold Crowley. You were left alone with Dean. Castiel had other things to deal, and Sam went off to get groceries. Nobody anticipated that the attempt to cure Dean would turn out this way.

The cure of course, is human blood. But unfortunately Dean had just enough human in him to escape, and enough demon in him to come for your ass. And when you saw he’d escape, you were terrified. After everything that happened with the angels and heaven, you knew you couldn’t stand a chance against Dean Winchester.

So here you are now, walking down the halls, as Dean’s voice booms through the bunker, “Y/N! I’m coming for you!” Your steps are quiet as to not draw any attention while you look for a place to hide. The only place you can think of is under a bed, and the bed happens to be in Dean’s room. You try to quiet your breathing down, covering your mouth. You know you’d have to keep Dean from escaping but right now he’s after one thing: you. Dean didn’t like angels much before, except for Cas. All other angels were dicks. Dean being a demon means all that hatred is on another level.

“Come on Y/N, I just want to have some fun. Let’s play a game!” his voice sends shivers down your spine. You know he’s going to hunt you down and he’s not quitting any time soon. Of course you wanted to see what he was capable of but not with him roaming

The clicking of his boots on the bunker floor get louder as he gets closer. You see him entering the room, walking closer to his bed. You hold your breath, scared to what he would do. And then he crouches, and you see him looking right into your eyes.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, as he grabs your shoulders and pulls you out from under the bed.

“There you are, princess. I was beginning to think you were hiding from me,” he taunts you. His smirk is playful but his eyes are determined.

“You got me, what now, Dean?” you look up at your brother’s best friend. You keep your voice steady and refuse to let Dean see the fear in your eyes.

“I can torture you, use you to get what I want out of Sammy and Cas,” he explains. But what did he want, other than to kill all three of you?

“Yeah except you’ve got more human blood in you now. You’re not as strong,” you spit. You can’t tell if you’re being brave or stupid, talking to Dean like this.

He glares at you, grabbing you by the shirt. He may not be so strong for a demon, but he’s Dean Winchester, so he’s strong enough. And so you are scared, of course you are scared. But a small part of you is excited too.

“I’d be careful if I were you, princess. Watch your mouth.”

You don’t wait for him to do anything, as your knee goes straight for between his legs. He lets go of you and hunches over in pain.

“You’re going to regret that,” he growls.

You attempt to run off but he grabs your arm and pulls you back, before throwing you on his bed. You lay on your back, looking at him, as he walks closer to you. His eyes burn with anger, but there’s another feeling mixed in there that you can’t quite place.

“You know, we never got along,” Dean starts, as he gets on top of you. “It’s a shame, your Cas’ sister, I’m his best friend, we should get along.”

“Yeah I’m going to get along with the guy who toys around with my brother, he ruined his reputation with heaven, he was a good soldier of heaven, and then you happened,” you lecture Dean. You’ve always felt like Dean ruined Cas.

“And yet here you are, helping him,” Dean smirks. Dean climbs onto his bed, crawling on top of you.

“He was my mentor, I’ve been by his side for years and years. He’s my family.”

“And he’s my best friend. Or was, before all this happened.”

You sigh, looking up at the demon on top of you. Your breathing is heavy, as you stare into his eyes. He smirks at you, leaning down. You don’t know what to say or do, as he gets closer to your ear.

“I think I have another idea on what I want to do with you,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to tense up.

You look down at his hand, unzipping your jeans. You gently gasp as his hand goes in your panties and his middle finger finds your clit. You bite your lip, feeling your body relax under his touch. His lips brush against the skin of your neck, before he starts kissing it.

“We may not get along but you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this with you, Y/N. Way before all this happened actually. And now, as a demon, ruining your angelic innocence,” you feel his breath on your neck.

“Oh, honey, I may be an angel but I’m not innocent,” you look back up into his eyes.

His eyes are dark with lust, as he sits up, pulling your pants off, and then your panties. As he does, you throw off your shirt and quickly undo your bra and toss it to the side. Dean’s hands roam up and down your body, before he takes off his own clothes, and positioning himself to enter you.

“I’m going to make you my bitch,” he tells you.

“I’d like to see you try.”

And with that, he pushes himself inside you, and you let out a moan. He pounds into you, holding your hands above your head, pinning them to his bed. With his other hand, he grabs your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist, allowing him to go in deeper. He’s hitting your sweet spot, over and over, but you can’t let him just win like this.

You break free from his grasp, and roll over, using both of your hands to pin his to the bed, while you take control. Up and down you bounce, causing him to grunt, as he glares at you. You continue to work your magic, and Dean let’s you. No way were you going to let Dean make you his bitch.

“Yeah you like this?” you tease Dean. “I bet you do. You have this tough boy act but really you’re just a little bitch.” Wrong move.

In a second, he’s back on top of you, thrusting fast and hard, hand around your throat. You gasp, moaning. But you still refuse to lose. If this is the game Dean wants to play, you’re playing too.

“Look at you,” Dean says, putting his thumb on your lips. “Be a good little angel and open.”

You comply, and he puts his thumb in your mouth for you to suck, so you do.

“Good angel, taking orders like you should.”

You smirk, his finger still in your mouth, as you get an idea. You bite his thumb, and he pulls it out, growling. He grabs your face, and makes you look into his eyes.

“Did you just fucking bite me?”

“Yes,” you simply answer.

Instead of saying anything, he decides two can play that game. He leans down and bites your neck, gently. Instead of pain you feel bliss, with the mix of the love bites and his length in you sliding in and out.

You’re not going to lie, there always been a sort of attraction to Dean, but in your mind he was always off limits. You didn’t know how your brother felt about Dean, you just knew he was his best friend. But you definitely are not complaining about having sex with Dean.

You wrap your legs around Dean, wanting some sense of control. You want a chance of winning but as you and Dean look into each others eyes, you realize this might end in a draw. And neither of you are complaining.

As your walls tighten around him, he grunts, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss back, holding his face in your hands. He continues fucking you with passion, as you both come closer to your orgasms. His skin hits your clit over and over as he fucks you, pushing you closer to the edge. His finger goes to your clit, rubbing it, bringing you to your orgasm.

He follows shortly after, pulling out and finishing off on your chest, his eyes going black. He knew better than to finish in you. If a half demon/half human kid is dangerous, and a half angel/half human kid is dangerous, you couldn’t only imagine what would happen if there was an offspring of a human and a demon. Dean was smarter than risking releasing something like that upon the world, even as a demon.

You’re both panting, as he lays down next to you. His arm wraps around you, pulling you close. It’s a warm feeling that you didn’t expect from a demon. Maybe enough of Dean was in there, especially with the human blood Sam has been injecting in him. You really don’t know, and you don’t need to know. You just really enjoy being in his arms like this.

“Guess we both lost,” Dean breaks the silence.

“Yeah, and I’m glad we did,” you tell him, turning your body to face him. “Cas is so going to kill you if he finds out.”

“Like he can,” Dean rolls his eyes.

You smile, enjoying the moment. Right now, it doesn’t matter if Cas wouldn’t approve, if Dean is a demon or if you didn’t like him before you met him. It doesn’t matter that you are an angel and all angels were dicks in Dean’s eyes, because you aren’t. In Dean’s eyes, you’re this angel, and as a demon he can see you for what you are. And he is mesmerized.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean Winchester x angel!reader #demon dean #demon!dean x reader #demon!dean

[cevansbaby-dove]

Fuck me like you hate me 18+

Demon!deanX Hunter!reader.

Saw something on here about demon!dean and now want to write a very smutty one shot enjoy. Light choking, praise kink, Oral F receiving Sex pollen

You and dean have been through everything as friends and now when Dean becomes a demon you need to have your best friend back.

"hey y/n we got something" You hear sam say. You walk out. "yea?" He says. "Dean has a double problem right now" you place your hand on your hip. "Care to explain?"

"that dust he was hit with...it's called um..sex pollen and him being a demon won't help it.." you nod slowly. 'I'll do anything to get our dean back"

You walk away and see dean tied up. "Y/n please let me go i'm not going to hurt you i promise" you hated seeing him this way so i walk away from him. "Y/N I'm begging you!"

You stop and turn around and walk into the room and shut the door. "is this my dean or is this the other dean?" You untie the ropes on his arms then take a step back and i see his eyes aren't black they were last night. It's our dean.

in a second his eyes darken and he stands up and grabs your neck pushing you to a wall. "Hello, Y/N." His voice made you shiver. "Come to humanize me?" He asks, growling.

"Your not dean..so kill me or i will kill you!" You spit on his face. He tightens his grip on your neck. "Your going to regret doing that babe"

"But, sweetheart," he thickly spoke, "I am Dean, as much as you don't want to admit it to yourself. And you cannot tell me that this," he looks down at himself, looking back at you with dark eyes "doesn't turn you on."

He was right oh god you were turned on but fucking this dean wasn't what you wanted. "Let..me go!" you say as your feel your throat tighten up under his grip. "Dean...please"

he lets go of you and says. "I need you so badly Y/N" He reaches over pulling your lips to his. His stubble chin rubs on your chin as he peppers your neck with sweet yet burning kisses.

"Dean..." you say as his hands unbutton your jeans and then dips into your wet core. "fuck Y/N you were turned on uh?" He picks you up and lays you on the floor.

Dean is still holding you. Dean trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your shirt was blocking some of the skin, so Dean tugged on your shirt, hinting for you to remove it. You pulled back and lifted the shirt off.

As soon as it was gone, Dean's lips were attached to your neck again. You tugged on Dean's shirt, wanting skin on skin contact with him. He didn't get the hint, though. He was too caught up in marking your neck. "Dean, please." "Please, what baby?" "Take it off. I wanna feel you." Dean pulled back and removed his shirt.

Your hands were instantly on his back. You loved the feeling of his muscles under them. Dean's hands moved to your bra, unclasping it. You moved back from Dean to unbutton his jeans. You accidentally rubbed on his cock when you moved back, causing him to groan.

"Sorry" You say with a giggle. Dean grabs your hands pinning them above your head. "You're so beautiful, Y/n." "You're not so bad yourself, handsome."

You say as he removes his pants then says. "I want something to eat though" You moan making him smile. "aww you a needy girl?"

Dean ducked his head down, and you felt him lick a stripe between your clit and your entrance. "Oh god" You say as you arch your back. "God can't help you sweet girl only I can"

He let's go of your hands letting you touch his hair.

Dean moved back up to your clit, sucking and licking it. He pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. The tip of his middle finger brushed your g-spot, causing you to let out another moan.

Dean curled his fingers against the spot over and over again, while keeping up his attack on your clit. His free hand slid up your body to your breasts.

He took the right one in his hand, squeezing and massaging it. You felt a coil build in your stomach. You could feel it getting ready to snap.

You started to move your hips, causing you to ride Dean's face, desperate for release. You'd expected him to push your hips back down, but he didn't. He didn't mind, though.

"Hmm dean i need you...going to...cum..." You say gasping.

Dean lets you cum and then looks at you. "Fuck i love you"

"Your clit so soaked baby" he says as he kisses your lips. "Dean hmm...fuck me please" He grins.

Dean didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his boxers off and positioned himself over you. He pushed into you slowly. He filled you up perfectly. It was like his body was made for yours. He started to move at a slow pace.

You felt every inch of him as he moved. You reached up and pulled Dean down a bit, wanting to be as close to him as you could. Hell, you didn't care if he was lying on you.

You just wanted to be close to him and have skin to skin contact with him.

Dean leaned down and kissed you passionately as he began picking up his pace.

Dean hit your g-spot with every thrust. The kiss finally broke when the two of you became desperate for air.

Dean's thrusts became sloppy as the two of you chased your releases. Dean moved his hand down to draw circles on your clit, trying to bring you closer to your end.

The only sounds in the room were moans, groans, and skin on skin.

Dean dropped his head down to your shoulder as he kept thrusting. You could hear every little sound he made.

That was just what you needed to reach your climax. You yelled Dean's name as you came. Your walls clenched around Dean's cock, sending him into his orgasm. You felt him come inside you making you moan again.

Dean's eyes change back to his brown eyes that you loved looking into everyday. "Damn Y/N that was.."

You push him off grabbing your stuff. "Dumb!" Dean stands up grabbing his stuff getting dressed. "But it worked babe" He wraps his arms around you making you flinch. "Demon" You say under your breath.

Dean kisses your neck then says. "Demon or not i still love you" you take a step away and unlock the door. "Sam he'es fine now!" You say as you walk out.

Sam smiles. 'uh uh I'm sure he's fine now" You look at him. "What?" He smirks. "there was uh a camera in there" You jaw drops, Dean's brother saw you and his brother fuck...Oh god.

"Well uh...would have been great if you told me" You say taking a sip of your water.

"Now i need holy water!" he says with a laugh.

A/n:Sorry it took a bit to write this i was dealing with not being in the mood to write smut but i found out hearing smutty songs helps me out big time!

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[whorefordean]

not god // d.w

demon!dean x hunter!reader

wc: 1121

warnings: demon!dean (kinda mean but also i couldn’t bring myself to make him really mean), porn with no plot, p in v, slight degradation, fingering, unprotected sex (not a great idea), cringe writing probably (so sorry abt that)

a/n: the main reason i wrote this is bc i had a dialogue line (in bold) stuck in my head and i needed to write it. also it’s demon!dean bc i could only think of him when i thought of this line so yea :) also this is my first time writing smut so pls don’t be mean to me i’ll probably cry :))

MDNI

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you’re not exactly sure how you ended up like this, writhing under dean, waiting for him to make his move. his persuasiveness and the flash of black eyes when he asked you to come back to his room with him definitely played a part in it, you’re sure. you were about to decline his offer when he sent you a quick wink and a smirk. it was over for you.

your back is pressed firmly into dean’s bed. he had already pulled your shirt off before you had even stepped foot into his room, leaving it crumpled in the hallway of the motel he’d been staying at. he’s placing rough kisses against your neck and down your chest as he works to shimmy you out of your shorts. he quickly pulls them down your thighs and tosses them off to the side. dean moves his kisses further down your body. he stops at your panties and breathes in your sweet scent. as he slowly pulls your legs apart, he smirks at the wet spot already forming on your underwear.

he hooks his finger against the cotton material and pulls in to the side. he runs his thumb through your slick folds, and he watches your eyes flutter as you lean your head against his pillow.

“dean, please,” you begged breathlessly.

“we haven’t even started, and you’re already falling apart,” dean spoke in a mocking tone. you wanted to be angry at his taunting, but his thumb was pressed to your clit, halting any remarks you were about to make.

dean quickly inserted two fingers into you, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly. you had whispered out a quick oh fuck before pulling your bottom lip under your teeth.

dean continued to curl his fingers into you, watching you spiral. you held your breath as your thighs shook, riding out your high for as long as you could.

you whimpered, mind hazy as dean pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling. you watched with your mouth slightly agape as dean took his fingers into his mouth. he swirled his tongue around his wet digits, soaking in the way you taste.

“fuck me,” you whispered to yourself as you watched dean. you didn’t think he heard you since he was pulling his shirt over his head. that was until he looked at you with hungry eyes.

“i’m getting there. such a slut, you just can’t wait?,” he teased ruthlessly. you felt your cheeks redden at his response, but it turned you on anyways. you watched as he pulled off his belt, pants, then boxers. he smirked when he caught you staring at his length.

the two of you were silent as dean moved you onto your stomach. you could feel his eyes burning a hole into your back. his eyes scanned over the dip on your back down to the swell of your plump ass. he inhaled sharply before giving it a rough smack.

you had gasped. it was unexpected. but not unwelcome. dean takes his dick in his hand. he rubs his tip through your folds, spreading your slick all over.

your breath hitches in your throat as dean’s heavy cock enters your wet cunt. he gives you no time to adjust as he starts thrusting his hips into you from behind, slowly at first.

your gasps are quick to fill the room. his grip on your waist is sure to leave marks, but you can’t bring yourself to care. you’d gladly cover bruises if it meant he’d keep fucking you just like this.

“fuck, sweetheart,” dean breathed out. his head was thrown back, savoring the way you felt around him.the drag of his cock through your tight cunt had you reeling. you were a moaning mess underneath him.

your left hand is wrapped tightly around his forearm directly beside your head, holding up his weight. your cheek is buried into the soft sheets on dean’s bed. you can smell him all around you, pushing you further into euphoria.

your heart is beating so hard, you fear you might faint from the pleasure he’s giving you. you clench around him after a particularly hard thrust. your small whimpers are echoing through the room.

“you sound so pretty, sweetheart,” dean’s deep voice sends a new wave of wetness dripping down your thighs onto the sheets. he reaches around your body to toy with your clit.

“aw, look at you. so wet for me,” dean continues mocking you as he continued fucking you. he lifts your hips, allowing him further access to your soaking core.

“oh god,” you cried out as he hit your sweet spot. without hesitation, dean’s hand is around your throat pulling you up so your back is against his chest.

“not god. dean,” he hissed into your ear. you moan out upon hearing the anger in his voice. he continues fucking into you roughly. his hand on your throat moves to rub right circles on your clit. your hand wraps around his arm again to steady yourself.

your hips jerk back into dean. your back arches slightly, pushing you further into him. you have tears brimming your eyes, the pleasure of a second orgasm too much.

“dean,” you warned. he shushes you softly before answering.

“i know, sweetheart. let go for me,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, thrusting a few more times before releasing into you. he watches as you shake under him for the second time.

dean pulls out of you and slowly lays you back onto the bed. he’s quick to clean himself up, leaving you in the aftershock of not one but two orgasms.

“you know for someone who claims to hate demons, you sure were easy to get in bed.”

dean’s words cause your heart to drop. you stare at him silently as he continues.

“oh, come on, y/n. did you really think this meant anything? you’re not that dumb,” dean speaks so condescendingly it makes you cringe. not because it’s true, but because he’s so wrong about this.

“you’re not the only one who enjoys a quick fuck, dean. we both wanted to get laid. that’s it,” you scoff, pulling yourself off the bed to slip your own clothes back on.

it’s dean’s turn to stare at you. you wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. you move to exit his room but stop before turning the doorknob.

“oh, and next time, because there’s always a next time, don’t be so nice. you know i like it rough,” you wink at him. dean sends you a quick smirk before pressing a hard kiss to your lips.

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[deepdisireslonging]

No Cum November Part 8: Exorcism Play

Dean ramps up the challenge by handing the reigns to the Reader to control the pace. Can she manage that control, or will Dean’s stronger side overpower her?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, anti-demon handcuffs, exorcism play (is that a thing? It is now), edging, oral (male receiving), light degradation

Word Count: 1400

Note: Had a bit more fun with this one. Wanted to play with both Dean’s subby side, and his proud Deanmon side. Let me know your thoughts and reactions in the comments and with reblogs. Happy reading!

Part 7: Double Possession

You awoke to the sensation of being watched.

Two eyes, eclipsed with demonic black, stared down at you. The hand over your mouth muffled your scream. The other hand around your wrists controlled your thrashing until you could recognize the familiar face.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” He gently lifted his hand off your face.

“Dean?” Panting, heart racing, you hesitated inching away from him. “Are- are you alright?”

He grinned. “I am myself. It’s just contacts. You can find just about anything on the internet these days.” He leaned back, giving you room to recover. “How are you? That is- is this okay? Are you up for a little game?”

Intrigued, you sat up in your bed. “A game?”

Two pairs of cuffs landed on the sheets next to your hips. Eagerly, you started to slide back down into place, but Dean stopped you with a chuckle. Taking hold of your wrist, he tugged you to stand so he could take your place. You watched as he closed the first cuff around his wrist. Only then did you recognize the anti-demon symbols engraved into the metal. You clicked the second cuff around his wrist with shaking hands.

With another grin, Dean leaned back into the sheets. “Ready to ride the demon out of me, baby?”

You hesitated. “But, with you tied down… you-“

“I won’t be able to stop you? I know. I trust you. And even if you do cum, you’ve done so well. Taking both Sam and I, having to watch us cum without getting to orgasm. If you cum tonight, it’s alright. We start over. And we keep going till the end of the month. We’ve got a few more plans for you.” He tilted his head to get a good look at your face. “Y/N. Look at me, sweetheart.”

You did.

“You can do this. Trust me.” He wriggled. “Now take that shirt off so I can see you.”

“Who’s in charge here? You, in the cuffs, or me?” A teasing smile played at your lips as you toyed with the hem of your sleep shirt. Despite not being able to see his irises, Dean’s eyes followed your hands as they dipped under the fabric. Despite the dark contacts, his eyes still lit up as you removed your shirt, tossing it to one side. Your bottoms followed suit, making him lick his lips. “Let’s see if we can exorcise you with a bit of cardio?”

He was still clothed and arched into your reach for his shirt buttons. One by one, you slipped them through the fabric until you could see the expanse of his chest and soft tummy. His stomach contracted as you first gently ran your fingers across his skin, then grazed the same path with your fingernails. He softly whined your name as you started to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. When you dragged the fabric out of the way, and then his boxers, his member sprang up stiff against his stomach. You took it into your hand, making Dean pull on the cuffs with your slow movements. His loud groan as you twirled your thumb around the tip froze you. Maybe a gag was in order?

“Where’s Sam?”

“Out.”

“Hmm.” You slid your hand down to grip the base of his cock. “Nobody here to save you but me.”

Catching his eye, you situated yourself between his legs and began to suck him off in earnest. He writhed and twisted, trying to both push his length deeper into your mouth, and pull away to catch his breath. With your nails digging into his hips, and the cuff into his wrists, there wasn’t anywhere for him to go. So he begged. He begged for you to twirl your tongue how he liked. Begged for you to hum around him. Begged you for mercy after you quickened your pace. Begged for you to move when you slowed down too much. He knew what you were doing. You were edging him. And you were toying with his pleasure the same way that he and Sam had been teasing you all month. It made his cock twitch in your mouth with the thought.

You pulled off with a pop. “Getting close, darling?”

All he could do was nod. Through the contacts, you knew his eyes were glazed over in pleasure.

You began again, giving no mercy. Dean filled your mouth a few moments later, crying out your name. Even after you removed your mouth to kiss across his tummy, you still weren’t done. You straddled his hips, trapping his cock under your wetness. Then he understood. With him at only half-mast, you would be able to ride him with less of a chance of ruining the challenge. While still overstimulating the man trapped beneath you.

“Feeling vengeful, sweetheart?”

“Maybe just a little.”

Dean’s head fell back into your pillows. The drag of you across his length was torture so close to his release. But his cock did it’s best to stiffen again anyways. He shivered as you rose just high enough to sink down onto it. You stopped when you reached his base. On either side of his hips, your thighs quaked. If what you had planned was going to work, you would really have to focus.

“Ah, this was easier when your mouth was full, wasn’t it?”

With a start, the dark glow in Dean’s eyes sent a fearful zing through your body. It made you clench with the pseudo-danger of the scene. Especially with the way Dean’s voice remembered that growl that came with his demon days.

“What’s your plan, sweetheart? Ride the demon out of me? Make me cum so hard I see grace?” His voice cracked as you flexed your walls around him. “You’re off to a good start,” he muttered.

You took a deep breath and began to move. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-“

Dean laughed high. “Alright. Let’s see you try.”

Where you had been controlling the pace, Dean began to match your thrusts. He snapped his hips hard, and twisting his hips to put pressure on your clit. Your chanting was interrupted. You restarted phrases and lines over and over, trying to make it through the whole exorcism. Dean continued to move. Continued to knock you off rhythm with his hips, and with his words.

“You look so good up there, sweetheart. Riding me like only you can. Like you were meant to be. I love a blowjob as much as the next guy… but watching you bounce on my cock is the best thing. How close are you? Can you feel that orgasm building?”

“Ergo- er…. ergo, draco male- oh, Dean, maledicte-“

“How bad do you want it, Y/n? You’ve been so good. What’s one orgasm? I could give you so many, and Sam wouldn’t have to know. But no, you’re our good girl, aren’t you? You won’t cum. But I bet you’re close. Bet your nipples are so hard. Squeeze your breasts for me. Wish I could touch you-“

It didn’t register that you were supposed to be in charge. You’d lost that long ago.

“Oh, God-“

“He’s not here. Keep bouncing. I’m- keep going-“

Dean’s body stiffened. His cock twitched and filled you. While Dean fought to catch his breath, you fell to one side. You shivered from head to toe, just barely short of the release Dean’s demon side had tempted you with. How much longer was this challenge? You needed to cum.”

Warm, trembling lips pressed against your forehead. “You did so good. Just a bit longer.” He breathed deeply, guiding you to calm down from your denial. “Alright. Let me outta these things.” He rattled the cuffs against your headboard.

“Maybe I want to leave you in them for a bit longer. You’re not fully exorcised yet.” You giggled under his glare. “Besides, maybe I want to sleep right here.” A yawn broke though your next words with perfect timing.

“But if I’m tied up, I can’t cuddle my good girl to sleep.”

“Very true.” You released the cuffs. Dean turned to one side, removing the contacts and placing them onto your nightstand. Then he embraced you, holding you tight and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Sleep tight. And rest up. Sam’s got something planned for you soon.”

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On the King’s Blade (King of Hell!Sam)

Series Masterlist

#Demon!Dean #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #reader insert #winchester smut #winchester x reader #supernatural

[winchesterszvonecek]

not sure if you take requests for demon!dean, but if you do could i request a smut drabble with the prompts

for one muse to take the other from behind + “are you gonna be good for me?” from the nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

and is it bad if i kinda want it to be really dirty? like as dirty as you’re comfortable with please 🫣

Good For Me - [ Demon!Dean Winchester ] 18+

Prompt: For one muse to take the other from behind + “Are you gonna be good for me?”

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: female!reader, demon!dean, smut - [ mentions of foreplay, unprotected sex, dirty talk ]

Masterlist | Dean Masterlist

Ever since he became a demon, Dean’s foreplay skills had skyrocketed to levels you never even thought they could reach. By the time he was finished he had you soaking, dripping, your arousal all but pooling beneath you as you begged him to fuck you.

And each time he simply basked in it. Basked in the smugness of what he could do to you with nothing but a simple touch. How the mere sound of his voice could have you panting like a dog in heat as he got you prepared to take every single inch of him.

Fingers spreading you open, working their way inside you and moving so painfully slow you couldn’t help but grind your hips, earning a sharp slap to your ass in response as Dean did not like you to so much as move yourself when he was down there. But if anything the slap made you even more heated and he knew that.

It was all part of his game. Even the part where his tongue was fucking your hole so deep to the point where you’d almost come before he’d even started had you desperate for him. And once you reached that point, he was more than happy to give you what you wanted.

“Are you gonna be good for me, sweetheart?” Dean cooed into your ear, your back pressed up against his chest and one hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other playing with your breast, flicking and squeezing at the hardened bud that sat atop it. “Are you gonna be good whilst I fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Yes.” You gasped, barely able to talk from the hold he had on you and the raging heat between your legs. “Yes, I’ll be good for you, Dean.”

“That’s my good girl.” Dean grumbled, pulling the lobe of your ear between his teeth as his hand loosened from around your neck, fingers trailing over your skin and down your back before he dragged them painfully slowly across your soaking pussy, feeling the throb of your clit beneath them. “I hope you’re ready, darling.”

“I'm ready, Dean.” You whispered, surprised you hadn’t come from the single touch of his fingers mixed with his words. Your body was pushed forwards, your torso hitting the mattress to join your knees, the only part of you still up in the air being your ass and upper thighs which you knew meant Dean was going to give it his all. “Ready to feel that huge cock in my tight little pussy.”

“Yeah? You want me to give you all of it?” Dean teased, stroking the tip of his cock between your folds, making you fight the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. “You think you’re ready to take all of me?”

“I want you to give me all of it.” You gasped, feeling that first, almost painful had it not been for the mere wetness of you, stretch of your pussy as Dean pushed in no more than an inch. “Fuck… Please give me all of it.”

“Anything for you, baby.” Dean grunted as in one fluid motion he had bottomed out inside of you, balls deep and able to feel the heat of your arousal coat the skin of them.

The cry you let out was unlike anything he’d ever heard before, your legs spreading involuntarily as he filled you up completely. Stretching you wider than you’d ever felt, pushing you to your limits and making you bite down hard on the mattress, the pain almost overwhelming to the point where you nearly had him pull out again.

But when Dean’s hips started moving, at a pace that had your whole body thrusting forward and your breasts bouncing hard beneath you, you quickly found that you couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop. And nor did you want him to.

“Fuck… Yes baby, give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Yes.” You cried out, pushing your ass out as Dean pounded mercilessly into you, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of your hips as he kept you in a position that allowed for maximum pleasure.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and the almost disgusting, had it not been heavenly in the moment to hear, slickness of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, each thrust hitting that spot perfectly and sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

You’d already begun to see stars, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as drool spilled from your mouth, dripping all down your chin and to the mattress beneath you. You always knew Dean was like an animal but pair that with the Mark of Cain and the blackened eyes he sported and fuck, you’d be surprised if you could walk afterwards. Or if you could ever fuck anyone else as he’d completely ruined you.

“You like that, baby? Like having my big cock so deep inside you?” Dean growled, his eyes flashing black as your velvet walls closed in around him, clenching his cock so tightly that he almost came the second he slid back into you.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too out of it for anything even remotely coherent. You could feel him pulsating inside of you, about to burst and with one last thrust of his hips you clamped down around him, pure ecstasy flowing fast throughout your veins as you came harder than ever before.

You couldn’t begin to describe this moment, your head was fuzzy, your eyes were clouded over in white as you felt your very spirit leave your body. And for a second you thought you’d ascended into heaven, that was until your name slipping from Dean’s lips as he came inside you pulled you back to reality and reminded you that you were the furthest away from heaven you could ever be.

You knew fucking a demon would be a one way ticket downstairs, but right now as you lay with Dean’s release dripping out of you and coating your thighs, you couldn’t help but think that it was worth the eternal suffering. And you couldn’t wait to feel him damn you to Hell all over again.

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[prettykittycastle]

Could you dooo demon Dean smut with female reader?

Mr. Too Attractive

Summary: The reader meets a mysterious stranger at the bar that she nicknames 'Mr. Too Attractive.'

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Facefucking, dirty talk, rough, car sex, name calling, squirting, multiple orgasms, demon!Dean)

I don't know what it is about him, but the guy at the end of the bar was somehow too attractive. Until tonight, I didn't know that a person could be too attractive, but apparently this guy somehow was. Everything from the stubble on his gorgeous face, his sexy haircut, and the dark look in his eyes everytime he looked over at me. I wonder what his eyes looked like up close.

"Hi," an annoying voice made me turn my head away to look next to me and see, sitting down in the stool beside me, the same weasel-face man that's been bothering me all night. Every 20 minutes at least, he'd keep asking me random questions and try to get me to drink with him. I tried to be nice and polite with him at first, but that quickly turned to the worst and I told him straightforward that I wasn't interested and to stop bothering me.

"Hello," I replied, assuring that my voice showed all of the annoyance that I've been feeling with him.

"You seem upset about something and I just want to have a good time-"

Oh God, this shit again.

"And I think it might be a good idea for you to have a drink with me."

"No, I don't want to. I've told you that already." I took a large gulp of the drink currently in my hand, wondering if I should just get up and leave and go home.

"Yeah, but you never know you'd-"

"Get lost," a sudden gruff, deep voice from behind me made me put my drink down and I turned around to see Mr. Too Attractive standing right behind me. I didn't even hear him walk up behind me.

"Uh, look me and the lady are talking-"

"No, you're talking and she's ignoring you like she's been doing all night. Get lost." His voice, while gruff, still sounded smooth and combined with the confidence and suaveness that he was practically oozing, his whole aura was beginning to make me really wet.

"Okay," Weasel-face chuckled and stood up from the stool, looking ready to challenge the guy to a fight but before he could say or do anything, Mr. Too Attractive had already pushed him against the bar counter, wrapping his hand around the guy's throat.

"I'm gonna tell you one last time: Get lost," he told him, leaning close to his face, his hand squeezing the man's throat tightly.

Weasel-face held up his hands in a sign of peace and when Mr. Too Attractive leaned away and removed his hand, the weasel quickly stepped around him and went back to his corner of the bar.

It was quiet between the two of us for a few seconds, me not knowing what to say to him and getting wetter by the second just by his presence, while he sat down in the seat Weasel-face was previously sitting.

"Gonna finish your drink first then go fuck or you wanna do it now?"

The question shocked me and I quickly cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts, ignoring my growing wetness, and responded to him. "What're you talking about?"

The guy let out a chuckle that was just filled with arrogance and cockiness, and while that would usually turn me off, for some reason, from him, it made me hornier for him. "I can practically smell how your wet you are, sweetheart. Clearly you want to be fucked. Badly."

Asshole. But sexy asshole. "And if I do want to be fucked badly?"

A cocky grin appeared on his face and I wondered how that face would look when moaning in pleasure. "Let's go." He got up from the seat and walked out of the bar, not once turning back to me to make sure I was following, like he was confident that I would be behind him. He's kinda right. The dark looks, the voice, the cockiness. It all for some reason made me want to get on my knees and suck him dry.

I gladly put my drink back on the counter, dropped the money for it, and quickly left the bar after him.

~

"Don't act like you don't like it," he grunted, continuing to thrust into my mouth and down my throat, slightly stretching my mouth further than it already was.

Tears and spit ran down my face as his dick continued to stab my throat over and over, fucking my mouth like I was a toy to him. And I loved every bit of it.

The whole time I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to look away from that gorgeous face of his while it was scrunched up in pleasure. Each thrust was followed by an animalistic grunt that made my pussy begin to drip onto the ground the more and more I heard it.

"You like having your mouth fucked? Huh?"

Not knowing whether or not he wanted me to answer, I quickly nodded my head or at least tried to.

"Slobber all over me," he demanded and I immediately obeyed, moving my tongue against him and leaning my head forward to make him go deeper in my throat, gagging on him. The amount of spit that was already covering us both grew.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned before slowly pulling his self out of my throat and my mouth, looking down at me with so much hunger in his eyes that I, for second, felt a small tendril of fear in my stomach.

Letting his dick hang out of his pants, he opened the backdoor of his black impala and looked down at me. "Get in."

I didn't hesitate and quickly stood up from the ground, ignoring the soreness in my knees and sat down in the back seat .

"Lay back. Open your legs."

I did as he said and moved to lay down on the seat. I opened my legs, lifted up my dress, and was about to take my panties off, but before I could, I felt him grab my ankles and pull my body to him till I was laying with my legs hanging out of the car. He reached up and grabbed my panties and instead of pulling them down, he tore them off and threw the pieces of it on the ground.

"Knew that pussy was dripping," he stated cockily looking between my legs. Feeling his intense gaze on my pussy made me drip even more.

I was about to answer him when suddenly he literally shoved his face into my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, looking down between my legs to see him eating me like a man starved. He was furiously sucking on my clit while his fingers teased my entrance.

I felt like I had to hold on to something, to anchor myself so I reached down and tangled my fingers in his short, dark blonde hair. The more he sucked me and teased me, the harder I began to pull on his hair, not meaning to, but the pleasure was just too good. He let out a moan against my clit, the vibrations of it making me see spots for a second and I lifted my hips up and thrusted against his mouth, wanting more. I could feel my juices seeping out of me and landing on the seat.

"You better not run from me," he said, pulling away from my clit and standing up.

He grabbed his dick and lined himself up at my pussy, the hunger in his face stronger. He rubbed the tip against my entrance, gathering my juices onto his tip, before slowly beginning to push himself into me.

"Oh God," I yelled, feeling his length slowly stretch me.

"Don't move," he told me, pushing more of his dick into me, filling me in ways that no other man has ever done.

By the time he was fully in me, I could feel a fire already starting in my core and I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum now.

"Such a fucking slut, you already made a mess on me," he growled out, fully pulling out.

I sat up on my elbows and looked down to see that he was indeed right. His length was already covered in my juices, from the tip, almost all the way to the base.

I opened my mouth to tell him to put it back in, but it seemed he had read my mind and next thing I knew, he fully inserted himself into me, taking me by surprise.

"Oh yeah," he growled, grabbing my legs and spreading them wider, then he began to fuck me like no other ever has.

At first, his thrusts were slightly painful, but it quickly turned into a pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt. I had to grab onto the car seats from how powerful he was fucking me. Every time his dick thrusted back into me, a small scream would leave my throat. 

“Fucking pussy’s choking me,” He grunted, his hips slamming into me so hard, it felt like he was shaking the impala.

I was right about not needing much to make me cum, because the small bit of fire that was beginning in me suddenly spread through my body and it was so strong that for a second I couldn’t catch my breath and my hearing was suddenly muffled.

“Damn, slut, look at you,” he said, the cockiness in his voice still present even in my muffled hearing.

The pleasure almost made my eyes roll back, but I tried to keep them open and looked down to see that my lower stomach and his were covered in liquid.

I squirted? Fuck, I never squirted before. Even after me squirting, he still didn’t stop his thrusts. In fact, it looked like he was even more rough because of me squirting.

“Oh, God,” I cried, my body reacting before I could stop it, and tried to close my legs, but his grip on them tightened and he pulled my lower half even more out of the car to fuck me harder.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, but his voice sounded different.

I looked up to see something that made that small tendril of fear come back. I don’t know if it was the post-orgasm haze over my eyes that made me see it, but for a second it looked like both of his pupils were pitch black.

“What-” I spoke, but was interrupted by another orgasm skyrocketing through me, almost knocking out all of my senses. This time, my eyes did roll to the back of my head and stayed there for a good few seconds, but it felt so much longer.

“Good, little whore,” I heard him say, but his voice muffled again. 

“Oh my God,” I cried, feeling tears run down my face from how good it felt.

“Aww, you’re crying,” I heard him mock.

My eyes finally rolled back and I looked up at him to see his eyes were still black. 

“What-What are you,” I stuttered, trying to overcome my haze, but failing.

A cocky smile grew on his lips and he looked at me with that same hunger again, only this time it seemed to be stronger. It no longer oozed lust or hunger, but now oozed malevolence.

“The best and worst thing to happen to you, sweetheart,” he told me, continuing to fuck me.

His words made the fear in grow, and tried to fight through the haze of my orgasm and lifted my hand to push him away, but before my hand could touch him, he let go of one of my legs and slapped it away, making me yelp.

"After tonight, sweetheart," he began, bringing the hand that he slapped mine with to my clit and started to rub my clit with his thumb.

"Oh, shit," I cried, trying to slap his hand away, but to no avail.

"You won't want any other man," he finished, rubbing my clit faster, forcing another intense orgasm to rush through me.

While my eyes rolled back and I squirted on his dick again, I realized that, again, he was absolutely right.

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[holylulusworld]

Kinktober 2022

Just like in 2019, 2020 & 2021 I am going to post a kinky, fluffy or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st 2022.

All upcoming stories got added now.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until release date.). The release date may change.

All stories contain smut, gore or horror elements. Please head the individual warnings for this event!!!

FANTASY/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Irresistible Scent

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Kink: Marking kink

October 2nd: Revenge served cold

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Cuckolding

October 3rd: Like Hell

Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader

Kink: A/B/O

A/N: requested

October 4th: Dance for me

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Stripper!Reader

Kink: Cock warming

October 5th: Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 6th: Mr. Orgasm (1) - Wrong Turn (Mr. Orgasm)

Pairing: Cultleader!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader

Kink: Sex Cult

October 7th: Molded to perfection

Pairing: Steve Rogers x SextoyDesigner!Reader

Kink: big dick fetish

October 8th: Always daddy’s good girl sequel to Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Daddy kink

October 9th: Best costume ever sequel to Is that a costume? & Where is your costume

Pairing: Wolverine x fem!Reader

Kink: Ripped clothes fetish

October 10th: Her concubines

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

October 11th: His favorite

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Kink: Public sex

October 12th: Too much

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + facesitting and a hint of beard burn

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​​

October 13th: Bearded Beast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

October 14th: Asgardian Possession

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior/possession

A/N: idea by anon

October 15th: Her big bear

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Kink: Size kink

October 16th: Got milk?

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Kink: lactation kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​​

October 17th: Perfect ending sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: Roleplay

October 18th: Put it there

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Kink: Strap-ons

October 19th: Tight places - sequel to Cramped

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 20th: Dad Jokes

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

October 21th: Enemy Mine

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)

October 22nd: The strongest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Strength kink

October 23rd: Mustache Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Kink: Gunplay

October 24th: You, me, and your hands tonight 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish

October 25th: Normal, not boring

Pairing: Endgame!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x TfatWs!Bucky Barnes

Kink: Breeding kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1 & anon (Bucky)

October 26th: The gigolo

Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Kink: Paid sex

October 27th: Scavenger hunt

Pairing: Winchesters x fem!Reader (Dean, Sam, John, not Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

A/N: idea by @moosekateer13​

October 28th: Weather Goddess 

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader (X-Men)

Kink: Hyperspermia & Cum fetish

October 29th: Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

October 30th: Praise me like you should

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

A/N: idea by anon

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His prey

Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader

Kink: stalking

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​

October 31st: Carved

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Knife play

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

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[sprovod]

INTERROGATION

Reader is the demon behind multiple murders on a case Sam and Dean are working. The two manage to get her in custody, but Dean decides to do the interrogating by himself. Reader is female, mentions of smut and dark themes!

Dust illuminated from the dirty windows and floated slowly through the damp, cold room Grace was bound in. Her eyes fluttered open, a gentle grunt leaving her chapped lips. She jerked as she took in her surroundings, panic ensuing when she realized she had her hands shackled behind her back. Every movement she made bounced off of the concrete walls, echoing. Her eyes landed on her bound feet as she tried to rip herself forward, catching red spray paint marks that created the demon trap which enveloped her, illuminated by the dingy hanging light above. She then took note of the two tables and several shelves which were all decorated in what seemed like landscaping tools and weapons, along with jugs of what she could only assume was holy water garnished with rosary beads. She internally cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut and leaning back. A sharp exhale left her nose, and with every inhale she made it felt as if she was getting punched in the face with the smell of mildew and dander.

Chatter was what ripped her from her thoughts, her head snapping forward to the iron door about seven feet ahead of her. It sounded like two men quietly arguing with each other behind the door, then a set of footsteps heading in the other direction. After a moment, the heavy door creaked open, light from the hallway ahead illuminating the silhouette of a man. She squinted, and before she could make out a face, the door slammed shut and swallowed the figure in darkness. Slow, shifting footsteps inched towards her as she stared with both anger and anticipation. The man stepped in front of the red demon trap painted on the floor beneath same dusty hanging light. There stood Dean Winchester in the flesh; the man she was told to avoid at all costs - and here she was, captured and bound to his advantage.

“Do you wanna explain why we found four bodies mutilated on the outskirts of town, or are you gonna be a bitch about this?” He glared, crossing his arms and widening his stance. His head tilted, an eyebrow raised as he waited for an answer. “No clue.” Grace responded, shrugging and leaning back in the cold chair, unable to hide her cocky smirk from him. Despite how freaked out she was, she still had the nerve to test the man before her. He let out a dry chuckle, looking down and shaking his head, “Okay,” He said, shrugging and stepping over to the one of the tables, “I can play that game.” He answered in a gravely voice, grabbing a jug of holy water and turned back to the girl. She stared at the clear bottle, watching the wooden rosary float through the water. His grip on the handle tightened, his forearm flexing as he did so. She ground her teeth in anticipation, “Do your worst, Winchester.”

- ♡

A scream erupted through her lungs as he splashed more holy water on her. Her clothes clung to her skin, coagulating in a mix of blood, sweat, and holy water. Her skin sizzled; she thought if he splashed her anymore it would slip right off. “You ready to talk yet?” He growled, swishing around the liquid in his now half full jug. “I’m not telling you shit!” Grace yelled in between breaths, looking up at him through eyelashes and hair that stuck to her forehead. He smirked, locking eyes with hers. His grin quickly turned into a scowl, splashing the last of the holy water on her. Once again, she screamed and cried, panting as she squeezed her eyes shut. He tossed the empty jug to the side, the rosary inside clanging against the plastic walls of its damp enclosure. After a few moments of his silence and her heavy breathing, she regained her composure and glared up at him. Being a demon and getting doused in holy water was similar to getting a tattoo - it hurts during the process, but almost immediately after the needle leaves your skin, the pain resides.

“You know, its funny,” She started, catching his attention as his brows furrowed together while grazing over different knives and weaponry that were splayed over one of the tables before eventually reaching a water bottle full of more holy water. “All these fun little toys you have, and you wanna stick to holy water?” She smirked. He stopped his movements, before shrugging and pursing his lips. “I figured the holy water would make you talk,” He started, grabbing a knife nearby and turning to her. She watched his every movement, eyes locked on the knife momentarily. He stepped closer to her, standing inches away. She was eye level with his hips, his hands down at his side, right hand gripping the leather handle of the cold, serrated, iron weapon. She looked up at him as he bent down, the two eye level. He placed his left hand on her neck, causing her to wince as he dug his nails into her soft flesh, “But if you think a little violence will make you talk, I can do that too, Sweetheart.” He sneered, his right hand planting the knife against her neck, gently running it across her warm skin. She shivered at his touch, her lips parting and eyes widening as he did so.

“It’s a shame, really,” He said lowly, “To take such a pretty little vessel and turn it into this.. monster.” He sighed, looking at the girl with disgust which earned him an angry look from her. “And to commit such horrible acts, its makes it even worse..” He said, adding pressure to the knife and drawing blood. His words were laced thick with condescending nature. She whimpered as his grip on her neck tightened, jerking her hands against her restraints. “God, if you wanted to fuck me, you could have said so.” She replied sarcastically through strained breaths, smirking. It seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, causing him to let go of her slowly and back up. “You think this is a joke?” He asked, standing up straight and glaring at her. He displayed a look of disbelief on his face. The energy in the room shifted and the air grew thick. “I think you’re a joke.” She replied, attempting to calm her own nerves with her cocky humor. Bad idea.

With a sharp inhale, he tossed the knife to the table, a loud clattering noise echoing through the room as the iron made contact with the surface. Looking down and chuckling to himself, he shook his head. “You just don’t get it.” He said, causing her smile to fade quickly. “You killed four people, and you don’t even have the balls to own up to it.” He growled, “This entire town is horrified of what’s out there, of who’s killing who, and mother’s out there having to bare the thought of burying their children; and you don’t care.” He raised his tone, stepping closer, “You need an attitude check, you need to get put in your place.” He said, “You need to know what it’s like to suffer how your victims did; and ill make sure to be the one to do that. Do you understand?” He said, inches from her face. She shoved her feelings of fear back down her throat, simply shrugging at him and smirking.

His hand collided with her cheek, and before she could react to the impact, he grabbed her throat with force and used his other hand to grab a fistful of her hair to make her look up at him. She would rather die one thousand deaths than admit that he was making her stomach do circles, waves of heat rushing through her core. She looked up at him with big eyes, full of shock, her brows furrowing as her cheek grew red with pain; her lips turning blue from the lack of oxygen. He dug his thumb into her jaw, “I said, do you understand?” He graveled, squinting. She nodded as quickly and as best as she could, squeezing her eyes shut as she did so. Small noises of struggle left her throat as he grinned, “Good girl.” He said condescendingly. He let go of her neck, allowing her to breath, but still holding onto a large clump of her hair on the back of her head. She glared up at him, a look of anger mixed with fear painted on her face. He scoffed,

“Great. Let’s get started then, Sweetheart.”

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[gococogo]

Day 10: Priest/Demon

Kinktober 2023 masterlist will be after October

「Synopsis 」 : Castiel is a priest that has a bad habit of calling upon a certain incubus. It's becoming a pattern that it has the demon, Dean questioning what Cas does outside of the church. But the priest doesn't like sharing is outside life.

「Word count」 : 4.4K

-> Genre: Supernatural Smut

Paring: Demon!Dean Winchester and Priest!Castiel

[Warnings] :Smut/Degrading/hints of dubcon/Demon!Dean/Priest!Cas/Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas/Anal/Choking/Tongue Fucking/Man Handling/Size Kink/Biting/Sadism/Masochism/Blood/nsfw/READ WITH A HINT OF SALT

The symbols are a mess and the chalk breaks in half for the third time. Castiel breathes frantically as he draws the insignias in the circle. He needs to make this deal. It’s the only way to help him. He’s the only one in the church but hopefully not for long. Only the candles and lanterns are lit in the church to give light since the waxing moon outside isn’t giving much tonight.

Castiel is just glad this ritual doesn’t need any specific moon phase or a certain hour of the night or a certain person to do it. Because he knows for a sure that a priest like himself wouldn’t be able to make a lot of rituals for where he stands in the church. For this ritual though, anyone can do it because the demon will take any soul. They don’t care, they don’t meet any requirements to give out your wish, just your soul.

Now see, Castiel has worked his way around this. Never in the demon’s word do they say that they need your soul. Castiel still has the entirety of his soul intact and will keep it like this. He would like to go to heaven when he dies and not some demon’s pet. He knows what lies beyond. But would he ascend for the stuff he has done? Or would he be damned where all the demons and the devil lies in wait. They must find this one big joke, a priest dealing with them more than once.

He finally stands up and looks over his work. He walks over to one of the church chairs and picks up the small jar that has a small soul flittering around inside. Somewhat like a firefly. One would think that souls would be bigger and yes, they do pack a large amount of energy. The source itself is quite small. Doesn’t take much for a demon to go feral over.  

Castiel places the jar in the middle of the circle and steps backwards until he’s out of it. He’s careful where he steps, not wanting to smudge the chalk. He begins speaking an old, forgotten language only known to living demons now. The chalk begins to glow a red, crackling and sparking like live wiring. The soul begins to frantically bump around in the jar. It knows what’s going on.  

A hand reaches out from under the jar and grabs it, black fingers wrapping around it and dragging it into the ground. A chuckle comes from the spot in the circle and Castiel doesn’t let it sway him from his words. He keeps speaking, reciting the lines to allow the demon to cross over. The chalk bursts into flames and Castiel has to step back to not get burnt. The flames all lean and flicker towards the centre of the circle and the priest just hopes that no one calls the fire department. He’s had it done to him once before and it was an embarrassing thing that had happened.

Suddenly, in the centre of the flames rises the demon. The fire licks his structured body but it does not burn him. His light brown hair is short to his head and he doesn’t wear much. As the fire slowly dies down. Castiel is able to see the old scars that line the demon’s body. He’s finally able to stop his reciting and let the ritual finish itself. Let it stabilize so the demon can leave the circle without harm.

Pitch black eyes stare at the priest before they flicker over to more human eyes that are always the same sage green. A smirk comes across his face as he sees who has called upon him. He has dealt with this priest multiple times. He stopped asking a while ago where and how he got his souls. The priest said it was a secret, so the demon never pushed.

“Cas!” The demon calls out. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Dean,” the priest keeps it short.

Dean is a demon that makes deal. But he isn’t any type of crossroads or bargaining demon. He’s an incubus. One that makes deals for a soul. The deal made with something more than blood or a signature. And for some reason, Dean always finds himself in front of this particular priest.

“What do you need tonight?” Dean asks as he places his hands on his hips.

“I need you to erase all evidence of me in the police records,” the priest says with a little haste.

Dean raises his eyebrow at that and begins walking closer Cas. His thin tail flicks from behind him. It’s a cliché demon tail with an arrow like tip on the end. It’s a charcoal black, like the line that runs from his neck down the centre of his back to the tail.

“Oh, so someone has been a naughty boy again?” Dean tsks and lightly pinches Castiel’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What do you do outside of being this priest?”

Castiel looks up Dean’s up and meets his eyes. “That’s for me to know,” he says a little too confidently that lean towards cocky.

That leads to the incubus to raise an eyebrow. “The answer is always the same, Cas. When will I get to know you?” He asks.

“Never,” the priest says bluntly. “This is strictly business.”

Dean doesn’t believe that. He looks the priest up and down, waiting for the punch line. There is none. He sighs and turns around, facing his back to Cas and he lets his tail feel up the priest from the crotch to his chin, flicking him on the nose. The priest stiffens up, blushing bright but never taking his eyes off the demon in front of him.

“If this is strictly business, then you could make this deal with any other incubus. But…” Dean says as he turns back around to the priest, “you always ask for me. I think this is a little more than business, Cas. Don’t you think?”

Dean gets real close to the priest now and sees the reddens that flushes his cheeks. It’s cute. Castiel looks away but it’s very hard when he is nose to nose with a demon. But the look is all Dean needs to tell him everything.

“So, you want me to get rid of all evidence of you in any of the laws hands?” Dean asks, his lips inches away from Castiel’s.

The priest looks back to Dean from under hooded eyes. He slowly brings his hands up to grab onto the demon’s arms. He’s warm. Almost burning to the touch.

“Yes,” Castiel breathes.

The demon’s hands come up Cas’s sides, sending a chill down his back. If Cas has to be honest, he would say he isn’t the best priest in town. All because the seal in the deal is something he always looks forward to. Or dealing with a literal demon would make him the worst priest. That would be a starter.

Dean backs Cas up with a hand on his chest until his calves hit the front pew chair. With a shove, Cas is pushed down onto the bench with a grunt. All without taking his eyes off the demon. Dean looks down at the priest with a sly grin, showing his fangs off. 

“Someone has definitely been a bad boy then,” Dean chuckles lightly to himself.

The name goes straight to Cas’s crotch and he can’t help it. Outside of this Castiel wouldn’t let a single soul know what his true desires are. Not even when he has another in bed, he’s the one in charge. He has to be otherwise he won’t enjoy it. But then there’s Dean. A literal demon that has the priest’s knees turn to jelly every time he summons him.

“Come on,” Cas bites back.

Dean tsks at him with his brows furrowed. “No no, tonight isn’t going to go how you like, dearie. Tonight I want some answers from you if you like it or not,” the demon says playfully.

“What?” Is all Castiel is able to get out before Dean grabs him by the front of his shirt and lifts him up. He swings him around and pushes the priest back into the ritual circle. Castiel trips over his own feet and lands heavily on the floor with a grunt. His ass hurts now and he feels like he’s sprained his right wrist.

This is not what Castiel was expecting tonight. He needs his name wiped now otherwise police are going to be here by morning. He goes to stand up but Dean presses a foot to his throat and the back of his head hits the floor. Castiel grabs onto his leg and tries to lift it off of him but the demon doesn’t budge.

“Get off me,” the priest wheezes out through his teeth.

Dean only shakes his head, “I will when you tell me what kind of person you are. Every time I leave when we have one of our one night stands you always leave me with questions. Where you get your souls so you can keep your own and,” he bends down so he’s still pressing on Castiel’s neck but he can get right into his face, “why you seem to be on the run from the police every time we meet.”

Castiel tries to speak but his windpipe is currently being crushed so his words come out as little rasps and grunts. He hits the demon’s leg but yet again, Dean doesn’t budge. He can’t breathe properly and the grip he has on the demon’s leg starts to slip. Black dots start to come to his vision.

Dean all but watches as Castiel’s face becomes red. Before the priest blacks out, he takes the pressure off of his neck. Castiel takes a large inhale in, gripping on his leg tightly. He breathes deeply, getting air back into his lungs. His chest burns and he coughs and splutters.  

“What the fuck!” Castiel snaps, his voice hoarse.

“I’m curious is all,” Dean replies.

The priest sighs a, “Fine.”

Dean doesn’t move from his spot, knowing damn well that this priest is going to do something if he lets up. He can see it in the dark blue eyes of his that he wants to buck and claw. As much as Dean wants to continue this deal his curiosity has gotten the best of him. This priest isn’t the goody two shoe he makes himself out to be.

“I punish the sinners of my church,” Castiel confesses.

It almost feels like he’s one of his victims in his confessing booth. Dean has heard of priests like this. He never thought that Castiel would be one of them. But now thinking about it he should have seen it coming.

“So, they confess to you their bad shit. You see it as a sin that can’t be forgiven and take it into your own hands, hmm?” Dean sums it out. “Am I right?”

Castiel stares up at him. “I’m committing an act of service for my lord.”

Dean rolls his eyes and takes his foot off the priest’s neck only to press it down onto Castiel’s crotch. He doesn’t step down hard but it’s enough for it to sting and Castiel to hiss. His hands come to grab at Dean again but he stops himself, balling his hands into fists and holding himself tense.

“I never took you for one of those priests,” Dean says with a smirk.

Cas looks up at him, trying to hold himself together but he pants lightly and a sheen of sweat is starting to form on his forehead. He’s hard and he knows Dean can feel it. He’s enjoying this rough housing a little too much for his own liking.

“I’m filled with surprises,” Castiel breathes out. “Now are we going to continue this deal?” He asks a little urgently.

Dean purses his lips and thinks for a moment. It would be a waste not to. He takes his foot off of the priest and takes a step back. The priest already looks a mess and he hasn’t even done anything to him yet. His hair a mess and his shirt sticking to him from the sweat.

“Take your clothes off,” Dean orders down to him.

All while looking up at the demon through his lashes, Castiel hooks his finger into his white collar and takes it off without hesitation. Without it, he looks like an average man in all black. He begins unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an average build. He isn’t built or anything but he’s got a v line that accents his hipbones. After chucking the shirt aside, Dean watches with hungry eyes as the priest begins shuffling off his dress pants. He shucks off his shoes and then he’s able to get his pants off properly.

Castiel is hard and his dick sits between his legs with an eagerness. He lays back on his elbows in the centre of the ritual, waiting for the incubus to make a move. Dean soaks up the sight a little longer before sinking down to Castiel on his hands and knees.

“You’re sloppy at your job. That’s why you’re always coming back here to get me to cover your ass,” Dean smirks into his lightly said words.

The priest’s face screws up. “Even though I told you about what I do doesn’t mean you need to bring it up,” he snaps.

Dean chuckles. “Oh, but I’ve learned something new about my favourite customer,” he smiles as he ventures down Castiel’s body, trailing his fingers down his belly. “It makes you all that much interesting.”

Castiel doesn’t comment on that as he’s too concentrated on the incubus hovering over his dick. But that’s all Dean does, he hovers. He doesn’t touch it or spit on it. He instead grabs the back of Castiel’s thighs and lifts his ass up into the air. It takes him by surprise and he has to plant his back fully on the ground so he’s not folded awkwardly in half and it doesn’t hurt his back.

“You know,” Dean says without taking his eyes off Cas’s ass. It makes the priest feel exposed and he knows the demon is going to talk more about this new found information he just found out. “Knowing you’re not this goody two shoes makes me like you more. I love me a bad boy,” he says.

Before Cas can reply he’s stopped by the sight of a long tongue flicking out of Dean’s mouth. Without a warning, he licks a long hot strip along the priest’s ass. He flinches at how hot and wet it is. The second long lick is a little less surprising than the last but it still has Castiel holding his breath the entire way. Then, Dean dives his tongue into his ass. It draws a shuddering breath out of Cas at the foreign feeling.

They’ve never done anything like this. He didn’t even know that Dean’s tongue could get so long. And it feels like it just keeps going and going as it thrusts into his ass. Dean licks and brings his tongue out to only go in a little bit further than before. It’s hot and wet and thick and Cas quickly finds that he really likes this. His dick is hard and twitch at every new sensation the demon is bringing to him. Dean grips onto his thighs tighter as he buries his nose into the priest’s balls to get that little further into him. He draws back, breathing in deeply before going back in.

Cas can’t help the whine the comes back him. He tries to hold onto something but there’s nothing around him but the ground he can claw at. He finds his eyes drifting up to the ceiling and he gets lost in the hot pleasure that Dean is giving him.

Dean pushes Castiel’s thighs more so that his knees are beside his face. The tongue is pulled all the way out and the priest releases a short exhales at the sudden loss of feeling full. Dean licks a long strip from his ass to his balls to his sensitive dick. A shiver runs down Castiel’s spine. The priest locks his hands behind his knees so that he has something to grab onto as Dean runs another hot strip from ass to dick. The tongue is shoved deep into Castiel’s ass once more making him flinch. He tongues his ass for a little longer, making sure the priest is ready and a panting mess. All Castiel can do is watch as the tongue disappears into him, feeling himself become hot from the wet appendage. He feels full now, but he knows how big Dean is. He knows what Dean is doing right now. The demon normally prepares him with just fingers and a little time. But Dean seems desperate to get him ready for his cock.

When the incubus is satisfied, he pulls his tongue out with a saliva string connecting them. Dean lets go of his thighs but Castiel holds onto his own legs. The demon removes his garments, chucking them to the side. He looks back down at the sight in front of him and can’t help but stare. Castiel is all his. He’s beautiful. Ready for him.                                                                                                                                                                                   

Dean lowers himself over the priest and presses his hip against Castiel’s ass. Castiel lets go of his legs and wraps them around the demon’s waist as he comes face to face Dean. Green eyes stare at plush lips. Dean wants to kiss him but he resists for a moment.

“Do you collect these souls to see me?” Dean asks with a smirk.

Castiel can’t help his face become redder than it is and he wants to looks away. Anywhere but the demon but he can’t look away. He can’t bring himself to.

“What if I do?” The priest asks with his own cockiness.

Dean pulls away slightly, his smile growing and fangs showing. “I’d be flattered,” he chuckles deeply. “But like I said, you’ve been a bad priest. You haven’t been following the acts of your lord, dear Cas. Someone has to punish you for the sins you’ve committed.”

The thought of punishment should waver this moment but it only makes the priest curious and interested. His eagerness must be readable because it brings another smirk to Dean’s face. He grabs onto Castiel’s waist and lines himself up. His cock is thicker than his tongue and Castiel knows from experience that it’s longer as well. And it does take a bit getting use to.

Pushing the head to Castiel’s hole, the priest’s breathing quickens. Dean takes notice but he doesn’t care as he pushes in rather quickly. The feeling is very different to the soft wet tongue. The sting doesn’t hurt, he’s felt far worse but it’s uncomfortable. Yet it grounding. He likes the sting. He likes the fullness that comes with every bit of himself that Dean pushes in. He thrusts in a little bit and comes out all the way only to come back down a little bit further.

Castiel finds himself whining with each thrust forward. He can’t help the noises that are forces from his throat. Dean concentrates on getting all of him into the priest, holding Castiel’s hips so tight that there’s going to be bruises there tomorrow. Castiel quickly gets lost in the pain that slowly brews in his gut, holding onto Dean’s shoulders for support.

There’s an inch that Dean can’t fit in and it frustrates him. He changes his angle slightly, moving forward so he can put his hands on the floor near Castiel’s head. With pushing forward he lifts Castiel’s hips into the air again so he can drive straight down into his ass. He pulls out and slams his hips down, pushing his entire length into the priest. Castiel feels like he’s just had the wind knocked out of him. His mouth is wide open and only a silent groan is heard as he exhales. He shakily inhales in, closing his eyes tightly at the painful throb emitting in his gut. Now, it’s getting a little much.  

Dean stays still for a moment. Feeling Castiel clench around him. Feeling his warmth and listening to him squirm brings a sadistic feeling to him. His hands slithers around the priest’s throat and he holds it there, looking at those pretty blues staring back waiting for his next move. Then he starts squeezing.

Castiel grabs on his arms but doesn’t pull him away or tell him to stop. His face turns up into a grimace but that’s the only indication that Dean gets that he’s uncomfortable. Either Castiel trusts Dean not to snap his neck right now or he’s stupid. Either way it’s both. Dean squeezes a little harder as he pulls his dick out halfway. He watches the priest’s pained expression as he slams back in. Castiel breathes out of his mouth raggedly, a moan cut short as he isn’t getting enough air into his lungs.

Dean quickens his pace, slamming his dick down into the priest with determination. Castiel wheezes with each thrust but it’s getting very hard to breath as Dean keeps pushing down a little harder each time. He finally grabs onto the hands that are holding him in place as he feels himself become light headed. His head swirls as there’s so much happening through his body. Dean notices, coming out of his high and but only squeezes a little bit harder.

Castiel chokes, not being able to draw in breath. He begins panicking as his body goes into flight. But Dean takes his hands off his throat completely before the black dots dancing around the room become bigger. The relief that floods through his body at that first inhale is blissful. It’s very hard for the priest to catch his breath though when he has a demon hitting his prostate with every thrust.

“Dean,” Castiel chokes out, his voice boxed abused.

The demon tsks as he grabs the priest’s wrists and brings them above his head. Dean pushes in dick in further and almost folds Castiel in half again. He stays there for a moment, giving the priest the privilege to catch his breath. The mix of pain and pleasure that washes over Castiel creates a fogginess over his mind that is almost intoxicating. He lays there just taking Dean’s abuse, his half hard dick bobbing against his stomach.

He begins to phase out, drowning himself in the buzz that is slowly taking over his body. But it all changes when Dean comes down and bites hard at Castiel’s nape. This, this the priest reacts to badly. He flails and screams silently as he grabs onto the demon, trying to push him off as he can feel his fangs sink into his flesh. But Dean holds on, claws digging into his arms as he holds Castiel in place.

Dean lets go finally and licks at the bite mark. Without having to look, Castiel knows he’s bleeding. The entire time, Dean had not let up his pace on him. The demon chuckles darkly in his ear before pulling away from the panting priest. Castiel looks up to him through hooded eyes, suddenly not having the energy to do anything else. Blood covers the demon’s mouth and chin and all he does is lick it up.

“You taste sickly sweet, Cas,” Dean purrs out.

All the priest can respond with is a grunt and a groan. He can feel himself coming close but he’s right on the edge. He can’t tip over to seal the deal. He needs to finish it. But the fucking demon above him smile wickedly, knowing what Castiel wants, knowing what he won’t give him.

Dean wraps a hand around his cock, but he doesn’t stroke it gently or firmly. He squeezes the base roughly so that if Castiel does want to come, he can’t. This, this has Castiel breathing heavily, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Dean is going to lengthen this out the best he can.

But Castiel doesn’t have all night. He grabs onto Dean’s wrist and tries to pry it off. But the stubborn demon holds tight, snarling down at him.

“Let me finish this, Dean,” Castiel urges firmly.

“Why should I?” The demon hisses as blood drips from his chin.

“I won’t call upon you next time,” the priest bites back.

Dean’s movement faulters and his eyes widen slightly. A flicker of desperation crosses over the demon’s face. Something along the line of uncertainty. It all turns into a toothy scowl as he lowers himself down to Castiel’s face.

“And why shouldn’t I kill you now so there isn’t a next time?” Dean threatens lowly in his face.

“Because if you do, there won’t be a next time.”

Now Castiel’s seem to hit home. It strikes harder than Dean’s hollow threat. The priest knows far too well that this demon likes this way too much. Likes the idea of fucking a priest on holy ground because he can. Because a priest is letting him. A dirty priest let it be known. Dean finds that humorous and he wouldn’t give that up.

Because this is the best fun he’s had in eons.

He snarls and begins harshly stroking the priest’s dick to the timing of his thrusts. Now he’s on a mission. His head becomes bowed, his tail flicking aggressively behind him as he works Castiel.

And this, this has Castiel panting through his nose and biting his tongue to keep the grunts and groans from escaping his mouth. But Dean’s fingers come to his mouth, prying his jaw open so that all the priest can do his moan out loud. He holds onto Dean as he starts to come close again, his noises becoming louder and louder. It’s very hard not to when each and every time the demon pounds into him it’s straight into his prostate. It feels like his entire gut is on fire at this point.

When Castiel comes, it wracks his entire body. His vision goes black and spotty and his nerves feel like they’re fizzing out like a fire sparkler.

He comes back to Dean coming deep in ass with a growl. His claws dig into his thighs, holding him in his place. The sensation of being filled sends a shiver up Castiel’s spine as whatever cum was left in his dick comes out onto his stomach.

He’s a mess. But the deal is done.

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[delulu4dean]

Masterlist

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Keep on Ramblin part 2

Jensen Ackles X Bestfriend!Reader

Warnings:Smut! Dirty talk, cheating. DomJensen (cus im a slut for that man being a dom)

Wondering what is going to happen between you and jensen after that kiss? Keep reading to find out.

Jensen told Danneel he was going out with some friends but he was really going to see you.

You were in the hotel getting dressed in this dress.

You hear a knock on the door. You bite your lip. "come In Jens" he walks in looking behind himself making sure he wasn't followed. "hey-" he looks at you and says. "Shit Y/N trying to kill me?"

You smile at him. "sorry too much?" he walks to you with a grin. "It's perfect, your perfect"

He places a soft kiss on your lips. "hmm" You pull away with a smile. "i shouldn't be jealous of dee but i am"

He smiles and sits on the bed looking up at you and he pulls you into his lap kissing your neck."Why are you jealous?"

You smile. "i said i shouldn't be but...god that feels good, i don't want hmm this friendship Jens"

He runs his hands down your body. "oh is that so?" You bite your lips. "Jens wait" You stand up and turn and look at him and then You sit on his lap facing him, i give him soft pecks on his neck.

"Fuck me till I can't feel my legs." you whimpered quietly inside his ear. "Please, daddy." You kissed his neck slowly before biting his earlobe, soft moans hummed inside your chest.

His lips softly pressed against yours once more, and Your fingers ran through his hair.

You tilted your head giving him more access to your lips, his finger dug inside your thigh causing you to whimper against his soft lips.

"jens please fuck me" You begged against his lips.

"As you wish Y/N but i have to ask-" You cut him off. "Yes I'm on the pill."

He went to his knees while unzipping his jeans, and pulling down his boxers.

You wiggled out of your dress and then you un-clip your bra then slips your panties off, you tossed them over your head not caring where they landed.

You sit up and pulled him back down by the back of his neck, his bare chest rubbed against mine.

Your lips started attacking each other again, his cock rub against Your clit causing your mouth to fall open.

he suddenly flips you on your stomach while fixing your ass and forcing your head against the blanket while your ass was up in the air. His cock slammed inside of you causing you to choke on air, your mouth was wide open.

He slowly pulled out and thrust even harder inside you, your hands gripped the blanket beneath you very hard.

His hips started slamming against my ass roughly, he was thrusting in deep and fast. Whimpers were escaping your mouth.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair yanking it softly, your body lifted off the blanket as your neck fell back against his chest, and your legs were spread open. I moan as his thrusts became even deeper.

"fuck feels...goooddd" You said as he kissed your neck.

"You're going to take every last bit, darling." He said in my ear.

It felt so good, too good. This man knows how to work his body, and how to hit the most satisfying areas of the female body.

You could feel Yourself tightening around him, he forced your chest back down against the blanket before thrusting hard inside you one last time.

A moan ripped from your lips loudly as a groan rumbled from his chest, my legs started shaking like crazy around him.

Your chest was heaving up and down, and so was his chest. He released your hair with his cock still inside you, his lips leaned down, and kissed the back of your head before softly tucking your hair out of your face.

"was i too rough on you?" You pressed your lips against his shutting his worries out.

He kissed you back gently, before pulling away and grabbing two folded blankets and making sure to wrap one around your body.

You gripped onto the blanket and watched as he wrapped one around his waist, he was gorgeous, everything about him was gorgeous.

You watch him clean up and he says. "so i told dee i was going to be out with some friends...maybe i should stay here tonight"

You pick your dress and bra and underwear up and say. "sure if she won't question you"

Jensen smiles. 'She knows better than to do that" he kisses you and you smile. "I'm going to go change"

You take out this pj set and change into it.

You fix the bed and slip under the covers and wait for Jensen to come back. You pull up your texts and see one from his wife SHIT!

Dee-hey Y/N how are ya?

Jensen walks out in just his boxers. "What's up baby?" You show the message and he says. "Let me text her" he kisses you and grabs his phone.

Jensen-hey hon i'll be staying at Steve's place tonight i'll see you in the afternoon i have a busy morning love you.

Dee-Alright honey have a good night i love you too! 😚

Jensen sets his phone down and gets under the covers putting his arms around you. "You ok?"

You nod. "yea sorry i guess i'm worried about Dee finding out about..US"

He smiles. "don't worry, she won't"

part 3 coming soon.

A/n will Danneel find out about you and jensen? will it be leading to a divorce? hmmm....I wonder...😏

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[c1eepypas1a]

No but like I have this scenario in my head, ofc it's got a Winchester in it, but like your cleaning his car, in revealing clothes, like a white tank top, getting it soaked and then like smutty shit happens (I'm too tired and I'm terrible at writing smut so I'm not going into detail

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[simplyrochellemari]

Don’t Leave ~Dean Winchester~

Request: 

Hey! Can you do a oneshot where you dated Dean like 10 years ago but had to break it off due to family issues on his end, you bump into him in a bar 10 years later and find out he has a girlfriend, but old feelings arise between you both and there's a lot of flirting and reminiscing until you give in and there's a whole lot of dirty rough sex (none of them regret it). Thanks!

Warnings: Rough sex

Pairings: Platonic!reader x Sam, ex!reader x Dean

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The tar road of the parking lot crunched underneath your boots as you climbed out of the passenger seat of a truck. The rain trickling down ever so slightly onto your leather jacket. The crisp night burning at your lungs. 

Another date night, another bar, another one night stand that you probably won’t ever see again or remember for that matter. 

The bright eyed, pale face ran around to your side. You forced a smile as he grabbed your hand. He was good-looking, well-off, and evidently liked you, so you convinced yourself to give it a go.

In between hunting and constantly moving around the country there wasn’t much for you to look forward to at the end of every day. This although, was nice, enough, for now. 

“I do really enjoy this place, great food and great beer.” Paul, your date beamed. You smiled as his hand squeezed yours leading you towards the bar. You silently hoped you didn’t end up in the bedroom with him. 

“Well, we are in luck, I am both hungry and thirsty.” you joked and he chuckled. You both quickly approached the entrance to the bar, the music pouring out loudly with every whip open from the door. 

You followed Paul into the bar, the warmth rolling over your shoulders. Almost instantly bringing a calm and relaxing mood over your body. 

“I’ll get us a drink!” he called over the music and you nodded your eyes drifting towards the pool table. 

“Do you play pool?” you called back and his quickly whipped back, going back and forth between you and the green table. 

“Not really, don’t like it” he stated, looking uninterested at the suggestion. 

“I’ll show you!” You smiled back as he turned and walked towards the bar. You could’ve sworn he rolled his eyes. 

You shook your head slightly, trying not to self destruct the date before it had even started. You quickly made your way through a sea of bodies, placing a coin on the table to ensure you would get the next game. If Paul didn’t like pool this might help you get some sort of conversation going. 

The music was blaring, people were chatting and laughing. Some were dancing on a dance floor and you couldn’t wait to loosen up and get a drink down you as quickly as humanly possible. It had been a hard few days of hunting and doing it by yourself was taking a toll. 

You found a bar stool and table close to the pool area. You quickly slid off your leather jacket to reveal your lace bodysuit emphasising your toned arms and showing your midriff off, through the tight lace. You caught Paul’s eyes in the crowd coming over with two drinks in his hands. 

You waved him over as you silently took a seat. His eyes rolled over your toned shoulders and you almost suddenly felt too exposed. He quietly sat down and slid your pint over to you. 

“Thank you!” you smiled, “We are in next, for a game.”  

He nodded and turned towards the pool table. 

“Or I’ll just play the winner, whatever works.” you suggested, he nodded slightly. “That way we can do it together.” 

He nodded again and you inhaled deeply. An awkward tension fell over you suddenly as you took a long sip of the beer. 

“So, do you enjoy the corporate world?” you questioned as his eyes came back to yours. 

“Yes I do, lots of room to improve and move up in.” he answered poignantly, taking a long sip of his pint. You forced a smile, sipping on the beer, attempting to think of another talking point. The conversation online had been so incredibly dry but he was willing to meet in person and you were hoping for the best. 

Maybe he just couldn’t translate well via messages? But, as the date ticked on, you realised quickly it was the same in person. 

“I’ve always thought of pursuing it as a career.” you lied, hoping that you sounded enthusiastic enough but to your surprise, he let a laugh escape his mouth and your eyes slightly widened. 

“Sure!” he laughed again and your eyebrows furrowed. You were about to interject when someone’s voice halted you a stop. 

“Next game!”  

You slowly stood up, attempting to push your annoyance with Paul to the side for laughing at your attempt to make some sort of conversation with him. Fuck you, you silently thought. 

You shook your head and approached the table when your eyes landed on the one and only, 

Dean Winchester. 

You hadn’t realised all the emotion that was still attached to his face, but every single bit flooded into your head as if flood gates had broken. It made your arms numb. Your tummy released a flock of butterflies and your heart rate increased. 

He looked just as surprised as you were and within an instant, smiles broke across both of your faces. 

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck, embracing him. He squeezed you tightly and spun you around laughing into your neck. 

“Y/N, it has been too long.” he called out laughing, sipping the last of his pint. You laughed with him, shaking your head in agreement. 

“It really has Dean.” you stated, almost teary eyed at the surprise of seeing him. Sam suddenly appeared behind him and you broke into yet another wide smile. 

“Sam!” you called as he embraced you for a hug. 

“Oh Y/N it is so good to see you.” he said as you had to swallow a few more tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. You suddenly felt warm, your heart felt at ease and you felt that you could finally unwind but before you could continue chatting with the boys, Paul suddenly appeared next to you, hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Y/N, who’s your friends?” he questioned as you frowned at the odd gesture. A minute ago mocking you, and now seemingly very insecure. 

“Paul, these are two old friends. We worked together about 10 years ago.” you smiled as they nodded, introducing themselves. 

Dean’s eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, especially on Paul’s uninvited hand on your waist. 

“Sam and Dean, nice to meet you.” Paul nodded, averting his attention to you. 

“Should we get onto pool then Y/N?” he questioned and you nodded. 

“It’s actually one of you competing against the winner of the previous game.” Sam stated smiling, 

“Which is Dean.” 

Your eyes widened as you smiled towards him. Paul stiffened next to you, almost tightening his grip on your waist. 

“You are so on, Winchester.” you chuckled. Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as you pulled yourself from his arm.  “Y/N” your name echoed, “We should probably head off to get a table, for dinner, or just head some other place.” 

You turned slightly as Paul shifted uncomfortably, you nodded slowly. 

“One game, and I am sure our table will be ready. I can show you how to play too.” your answered as he pulled you closer. 

“It seems to me you are a little too comfortable around your work mates.” he sneered into your ear. 

“Look, Paul. Go ahead, if you’d like to go that is fine, but I would like to stay.” you responded quietly,

“I get we are on a date but I think we both know we aren’t each others cup of tea and that it isn't going to go anywhere, you are welcome to join us but if you are not comfortable. I do understand.” 

His eyes were wide in astonishment as he slowly nodded. You did feel a pinch of heartache, the type you get when you know you are being slightly unreasonable but it was true, that this was never going to eventuate into anything. Without saying anything else he turned and left. 

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, and cracked a smile when Sam threw his arm around your shoulder. 

“Where did you get that guy? Jesus.” he chuckled. Dean’s eyes were still glued to you as you smiled at him. 

“Well, I didn’t just end a date for you to keep staring at me like this. Are we going to play or not?” you slickly questioned as Dean smirked. 

“God, have we missed you.” 

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A couple of hours later and about 10 whiskey shots in, you were seated clutching at your belly with laughter. Sam’s head back and Dean’s laugh filling your head to the brim. 

“Man, do you remember that time when Y/N tased Ed from ghostfacers?” Sam laughed, mimicking the “GHOSTFACERS” in the deepest voice imaginable. You burst out laughing again, 

“I mean, c’mon do you blame me?” you called out as you caught Dean’s lingering eyes on you again. 

“Dean looked like he was going to murder either one of them at any given point in time.” You teased, shoving his arm ever so slightly. Noticing he had gone quiet. 

“Anyway, what have you been up to?” Sam questioned, “Linking up with other hunters?” 

“Here and there, but mostly on my own.” you retorted, 

“I mean tonight was the exception, just wanted to feel normal, but it rarely ever works out.” 

“Well I am happy that our paths crossed again, but I need another drink and so do you two.” Sam stated, getting up with a long screech of the chair. You smiled over at Dean and he caught your eyes. Too many whiskey shots impairing your thought process. 

“I don’t think I ever thanked you, for what you did for me.” you spoke suddenly and his head turned to you. 

“You helped me become such a strong hunter and helped me through so much of my own trauma and I am deeply sorry for never being able to do that for you.” 

“No, no, no, don’t.” he started leaning forward, 

“Do not apologise when we both know it was my fault you left.” he croaked, you swore you could almost see him tear up. 

“Dean, don’t start with this.” you spoke up, leaning over and placing a hand on his forearm. He almost twitched at your touch. 

“It was just the wrong time for us.” you softly reassured. He nodded. 

You both knew at the time you were perfect for one another, in each and every aspect of your life together it was a match made in heaven, but he was taking on too much in his life, too much responsibility for you to be a priority for him. 

A tear tore at your cheek, you chuckled. 

“But, it was not all for nothing. I’ve got two amazing people, who I still love and care for here now, catching up and thinking back to all the good times we've shared,” you sniffled, 

“And I wouldn’t give that up for the world.” 

He smiled, squeezing your hand tightly. Sam returned managing to carry three more whiskey shots to the table. You and Dean both groaned in protests and laughter escaped from Sam. 

“Just drink it.” he stated. You clinked your glasses together and threw the whiskey down your throat. It violently burning at your throat. You exhaled sharply, 

“So, what else has been happening in the life of the Winchesters?” you chuckled, leaning back on the chair. Sam and Dean both chuckled. Dean’s eyes shifting uncomfortably as Sam’s gaze landed on you. 

“Well other than Dean getting tied down by a girl, not much other than hunting.” Sam shrugged his shoulders and your eyes widened. 

A pang of sadness, guilt, and regret pooled over your chest. Your eyes stayed glued to your empty glass, slowly spinning it around in your hand. 

“Yep, always me, getting tied down there Sammy.” Dean’s voice came, annoyance laced in his tone. 

“Well, congratulations on having a little bit of normalcy in your lives then.” you laughed, breaking the odd tension. 

“I had to pretend that I would like to explore and climb the corporate ladder tonight.” you scoffed and Sam gave a low whistle as Dean leaned back in his chair. 

“Ah, the joys. Well, Molly doesn’t know about any of this.” Dean lowly stated, as you nodded. 

“Well, I don’t blame you. It’s a big responsibility to carry.” 

The conversation dwindled as you took a slow slip of the glass of water that remained untouched until now. 

“Well, I think that is my cue. One too many whiskey shots for me.” Sam stated, getting up. He placed a kiss to your temple and squeezed your shoulders slightly. 

“Goodnight sweetheart, come by tomorrow and we can see if we can crack this poltergeist case.” he stated, lazily and drunkenly wandering out of the bar. You nodded, calling a goodnight sentiment after him. Silence fell over the table. 

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve told you sooner.” Dean angrily stated. 

“No, no, no. It is fine.” you reassured, 

“I guess after 10 years there are still some feelings there.” you drunkenly continued. His eyes slightly widened, and you almost stabbed yourself with the blunt butter knife on the table. 

“Like I mean not like that, but like feelings you know,” you murmured on, eventually placing your hands on your cheeks as Dean let out a low laugh. 

“I didn’t actually think “like that” but now I am.” he stated, locking eyes with you. Your eyes widened as he let out another low chuckle. 

“Dean Winchester.” you warned, reminding not only Dean but yourself of the seriousness of this situation. He nodded, putting his hands up in defence as you felt a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Well, we should probably follow Sammy’s example and head off to bed.” you announced, slipping on your jacket. You and Dean lazily walked out of the bar and stood outside, shaded from the rain. 

“Well, I am right across from here.” Dean lazily pointed. You nodded, 

“I am across town, so I will see you tomorrow.” 

Dean nodded, wrapping his arms around you. He squeezed you in a longing manner and all you could think about was how safe and secure his embrace felt. Nothing prepared you for what happened next. 

Dean swiftly pushed you up against the wall, planting a deep kiss on your mouth. Squeezing you tightly. He tasted of whiskey, and something that just made him, Dean. 

You were so shocked a sudden and deep moan escaped your mouth as your mouths melted together. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your own lust that kept you there longer but you quickly pushed him away as every inch of your body protested. 

“Dean, w-we sh-shouldn’t do this.” you struggled, as his orbs rolled over your facial features. 

“Y/N, all I can think about is, you.” Dean stated in frustration, 

“I have never felt the same about anyone after you.” 

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he kissed you again. This time you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, pull him close and feel him against you. Your body had longed to be in his embrace, once again. 

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, out of breath from the kiss. You inhaled sharply, quickly shaking your head. 

“No, Dean, I mean...” you struggled, fidgeting with your hands, 

“We can’t do... and what about Molly...” 

You saw his face shift as he too came to the harsh reality of what you both were doing. He swallowed heavily, pulling away from you. The warmth of his body suddenly leaving you, it was suddenly too cold. 

He ran his hand over his face roughly and you almost burst out into tears, from pure frustration, hatred towards the situation you had gotten yourself into and seeing him so upset. 

“You know it’s never going to work with Molly.” Dean’s voice cut through the air, and your eyes glued to his every move. 

“I will call her now if I need to, but I don’t want to leave you,” Dean’s voice cracked, 

“ever, again.” 

His eyes were filled to the brim with tears threatening to run down his face. You closed the gap between you. His jaw tightened, 

“Everyday I wake up knowing that I lost you, I didn’t fight for you and that I didn’t do enough to keep you in my life.” 

Your eyes widened as he paced in front of you. The feelings of regret and sadness pooling over his face. 

“We don't have to do anything tonight.” he murmured, 

“I just don’t want to lose you again.” 

You smiled at him, closing the gap between you and slowly taking his hands in yours. 

“Dean, you never lost me.” 

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, again. 

“Yes, of course.” you responded as a smile cracked across his face. 

“Well, we will have to make a run for it.” he laughed, out. 

You ran laughing in the rain, across to the motel. Dean and Sam had booked seperate rooms, and at the back of your mind you were so extremely grateful.  

Dean quickly opened the door, and before you knew it, he had you up against the door. His kisses and embrace had more passion than before, more want and more need. He kissed and sucked harshly on your sweet spot- the one he’s clearly not forgotten. He teased moans out of you, that only he was ever able to do. 

“Oh god, how I've missed hearing that voice.” he lowly growled against your skin. You suddenly realised how wet you must be, warming more and more as he continued to kiss and bite at your neck. 

A bruise or two bound to be evident. 

“You still like it rough Y/N?” he questioned, pulling away slightly and you nodded. 

“I appreciate all the questions but can -” you managed as he grabbed a hold of your clothed sex, providing the right amount of pressure to make you bite back a scream. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling at the t-shirt. He chuckled lowly. 

“I have missed the sarcasm, and I’ve missed how you squirm and moan.” he teased as you shot him a warning glare. He pulled your jacket off, discarding it somewhere in the room, turned you and pulled down your jeans. 

Your head pressed against the door, panting in frustration and need for him. 

“Did you think I was going to give it to you that easily?” Dean chuckled in your ear, making you groan in want. You slowly turned, stripping off whatever clothes you still had on. His mouth glued to your skin. 

“Well, it is your turn.” you teased, “To get undressed.” 

You walked towards the bed and seductively waited for Dean to get close enough behind you, before bending forwards slowly. Feeling him harden through his boxers. He groaned as he gripped your hips tightly. 

“God, I have missed every bit of you.” he panted, pulling his boxers down. You squirmed, arching your hips back in hoped of feeling more of him- but he slipped inside of you easily and pushed forward in a hard motion. 

“Dean!” you exclaimed as he repeated the motion again, hands gripping onto your waist. Your fingers getting lost in the bed sheet as he continued to fuck you hard from behind. 

He leaned forward pressing up against your back, still deep inside of you. Gripping you tightly, clearly struggling himself. He stilled. 

“C’mon Dean, don’t tell me someone is struggling.” you teased as he chuckled against your skin, slowly pulling out of you. You almost moaned at the loss of his cock inside of you. 

He flipped you around and planted his mouth onto yours once more. Before you knew it, he slammed himself into your wet sex and you both moaned into each other. 

“Dean” you whimpered, as his eyes locked with yours. 

“You okay?” he quickly whispered, slowing his actions. You nodded, 

“I’m close.” you managed and he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, slamming hard into you once more. You moaned loudly, body going numb with pleasure as you gripped onto Dean. 

“There you go sweetheart” he ushered as your moaning grew louder with every thrust of his body. Your eyes squeezed shut as Dean’s movements grew harder and harder. 

“Come for me Y/N.” he whispered and that was what pushed you straight over the edge. Dean’s thrust didn’t falter as you came, body twitching with the wave of pleasure that crashed through your core. Then you felt him reach the peak of his pleasure thrusting into you and movements sputtering as his body went limp against yours, holding you tightly. 

He fell down next to you, embracing you and pulling you close to him. Resting his chin on your shoulder, kissing your shoulder as both of you regained your breath. 

“Everything with you in, is better.” he whispered. You smiled, 

“You have to tell me that because we just had sex.” you joked. He chuckled, 

“Very true, but I don’t lie.” he answered back, squeezing you ever so slightly. 

“Don’t leave.” he murmured against your skin. 

“Never again.” you whispered back as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that you were in the arms of the only person that has ever truly cared, seen and loved you for you. 

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