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talatomaz · 5 years

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changed | dinah drake x sister!reader

a/n: i haven’t posted any arrowverse fics in a while

prompts: ��all i ever wanted to do is keep you safe”

warnings: references to assault, loss, angst

word count: 2.2k

masterlist | request list | request rules

reader can generate force fields and got her powers from the particle accelerator explosion

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They say that when you die in a dream, you die in real life. But you could actually say that wasn’t true; because you died in a dream, and what happened to you was much stranger than that...

You had been living in Star City for the past few years so you had basically been there since the Glades had been levelled. You saw Slade Wilson and his “mini me’s”, and yes, they were far from mini but still, try and destroy the city.

You were there when the city was almost exposed to a toxic virus and most importantly, when Damien Darhk tried to destroy the world and in the process, he murdered ADA Laurel Lance who was revealed to be the Black Canary.

But now it seemed like there was a new Canary in town.

***

You were walking down the poorly lit street when you heard movement behind you. You slightly lifted your head, noting the movement before continuing to walk.

You heard the light footsteps grow closer until you could practically feel the person behind you breathing down your neck. You got ready to turn and face the person behind you when you were pushed into a dumpster in the alleyway.

“Hey there, pretty. Wanna have some fun?”

The voice came out rough and it took almost everything in you to not laugh. This guy had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

“Unfortunately no, I think I’ll pass.”

You moved to walk past him but ended up getting pushed into the dirty wall.

“It wasn’t a request, bitch.”

“Well, you asked me and I said no. Therefore, request denied. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

You went to push him off you but he grabbed a knife and placed it threateningly close to your neck. You glanced down at the knife and then back up to the man.

Just as you were about to get out of this situation, the man fell to the floor with a thump. Your head shot up to the fire escape that was opposite you and you saw two figures shadowed by the dark standing there and the hairs on your neck went up.

“You’re welcome.” A deep voice broke through the silence of the night.

“Thanks, but I had that.”

The moment you spoke, you noticed the feminine figure next to the guy straighten. You looked back down at the guy who tried to attack you and saw an arrow was in his back so you pulled it out and held it out.

“You might want this back, Green Arrow.”

When you mentioned the vigilante’s name, he jumped down from the metal stairs and emerged into the minimal light that the lamp post was providing.

“I know leaving arrows is practically your calling card but it’s not exactly very smart considering this can be traced back to you.” You explained, handing the arrow over to the vigilante.

“Never has been before.”

“Well, if you left it with me, I could probably trace it and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want that.”

“Of course not.” He replied roughly.

“Is she just gonna stay there?”

You asked, looking back up at the female vigilante who was still concealed in the shadows. You figured that it was most likely the Black Canary considering the attire she was wearing.

At this, the Canary jumped down and the moment that she came into the light, it felt like you had been hit by a hundred trucks.

“Dinah?”

***

“Leave me alone, for the love of God!”

You shouted, walking away from your sister for what seemed like the 5th time this week.

It had been almost a month since you and Dinah had your long-awaited, beautiful family reunion, sarcasm implied, and ever since then, she had been badgering you at every turn, trying to get you to say more than 10 words to her.

And because she was a detective, it meant that she was able to find your contact and address details. Great.

“Would you just talk to me? Please.” She pleaded.

“Dinah, you’ve had the past 3 years to talk to me. So too little, too late.”

You continued walking but after a few beats of suspicious silence, you turned and saw Dinah was no longer behind you.

She had left again.

What a surprise.

You turned back around and before you could scream, you felt a sharp prick in the side of your neck and a bag being placed over your head and then everything went black.

***

Ugh. Everything hurt. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t see. Everything was dark.

You blinked a couple of times, allowing yourself to return back to reality. You were in a dark room. Your throat was too dry to scream.

They’re going to kill you.

No.

Breathe.

The last thing you remembered was being grabbed outside and the jab of a needle in your neck.

Son of a bitch drugged you.

You froze. You heard movement beside you.

Dinah.

“Psst, Dinah. Drake. Dee, wake up!”

You half whispered and half shouted. You heard light groans beside you and practically felt Dinah become alert.

“Shit, what the fuck? Y/n, you okay, baby girl?”

The use of your nickname brought a sense of comfort to you in a situation where there was hardly none.

“Yeah, I’m good. What the hell is going on?”

“Well, that was as good an entrance line as any.”

A voice said behind you before moving to face the both of you.

“Hi, there. I’m Jeffery Daniels and I’m going to kill you.” He laughed. “Well, that is if I don’t get what I want.”

“And that would be what exactly?”

“Well, I’d like you, Captain Drake, to lead me to the anti vigilante weapons treasury.”

“And if I don’t?” She spat back.

“Well,” he took out his gun and aimed it at your head, “I’ll just go ahead and kill your baby sister.”

He let the threat linger for a couple of seconds.

“I’ll give you a few moments to think it over.” He said, leaving the room the same way he entered.

“I’m not letting him kill you. I’ve just got you back.”

“Dinah, you act like I care. I really don’t.”

“Since when did you not care about your life, y/n?”

“I’ve changed, Dinah. And the most important thing right now is that he cannot get those weapons. You cannot let him get those weapons. And if I have to die to make sure he never does, I don’t-”

“Y/N DRAKE.”

You stopped talking, feeling like you were a kid again.

“I will not allow you to sacrifice your life. Hell, neither of us are dying tonight.”

“Oh really? And you know that how?”

***

“That’s how.”

Dinah Drake said, helping you out of the ropes that bound you to the chair.

When Daniels had returned, Dinah stalled for as long as she could until Green Arrow and the rest of the team came crashing through the window and began a full-blown shootout with Daniels and his men.

It turned out that Dinah had a tracking device in her boot and that was how Felicity was able to trace your guys’ location.

You had all helped to defeat Daniels’ men so only Daniels, himself, remained.

“Well, looks like we’ve got a bit of a predicament here.”

He said, showing the remote that was in his hand and the bombs that were strapped around his body.

“I press this, we all die. So you can either die or let me go and live.”

The Green Arrow and Speedy aimed their arrows at Jeffery as Wild Dog and Spartan did the same with their guns.

“Press it.” You said, shocking your sister and the rest of the team.

“What?”

“Do it. We’re not gonna let you go.”

After a few moments, the man smiled a grinch-like smile, “If you say so.”

And before anyone could do anything, he pressed the button which triggered the explosion. The whole team began to try and escape but you stood there, knowing that you’d only have a second to do what you had to.

But a second was all you needed.

The moment that button was pressed, you put your hands forward and concentrated as hard as you could. You successfully focused all of your energy on containing the explosion so Jeffery Daniels was stuck in a massive purple force field along with the bomb.

After a few moments, the energy of the bomb disintegrated and your force field disappeared to reveal a severely burned Jeffery Daniels.

You turned to look at the whole of Team Arrow who were looking at you with both shock and confusion. Your sister was completely shell-shocked; her mouth was formed as if she wanted to speak but no words came out.

“I told you I’ve changed.”

***

“Wait, just one more time.” Felicity asked.

You were all back at the Arrow cave and you had explained how you gained your powers almost 5 times already.

“Fine, just once more. I was dreaming that I got crushed by a large truck that fell from the sky and I had my arms extended to try and protect myself but the moment that I died, I woke up and next thing I knew, every time I wanted to protect myself, I created some sort of force field.”

“Awesome.” Thea commented for the fifth time, making you shake your head and roll your eyes.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” You heard Dinah murmur.

“Excuse me?” You said, turning to face her. “I believe you‘re the one who’s keeping the secrets here, Dinah.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it.” You muttered, walking off to the lift.

You just wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

She’d never understand.

“No. Walking away isn’t going to solve anything.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You swiftly turned around and walked back up to your sister.

“You’re right. It solves nothing. So why in the hell did you walk away?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You left me. For three fucking years! I get that you were mourning Vinny. I so get that. But three fucking years, Dinah. You were gone for 3 years!” You shouted, tears filling your eyes.

The entire team was watching your outburst, but honestly, you couldn’t care less. It seemed like it was only you and Dinah were in the room.

“I had to leave.”

“Why? Why’d you have to leave?”

“After Vinny died, I couldn’t think. All I wanted to do was kill Sonus.”

“I get that but you didn’t even tell me. You just left. I was 16, Dinah. And I had no one. No one. Mum was gone. Dad was with one of his whores, as per usual, and when I needed my big sister the most, she wasn’t there.”

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You laughed dryly, “You want me to say what to that? I understand that you went through a terrible few years. But so did I and not once did you reach out to me. For fuck’s sake, Dinah, I almost died. Twice! And I couldn’t tell you because I had no idea where you were.”

“Dying in your dream doesn’t count, y/n.”

You heard Felicity murmur behind you but she and the rest of the team decided to give you some privacy when you gave her a death stare. You’d apologise later.

“I’m not talking about my dream. I almost died in real life. Once by one of Deathstroke’s minions. And…” You trailed off.

“And the other? Y/n?” Dinah added when you didn’t say anything.

“It was my 18th birthday. I’d gone out with a few people and we’d all gotten very tipsy and everyone wanted to stay and drink more but I bailed early. I was missing you and just wanted to be alone. Looking back, I probably should have stayed.”

“What happened?” Dinah asked, her teeth gritted, almost scared to hear the answer.

“I was attacked. I was too drunk to properly use my powers but I somehow managed to get away and ran all the way back to my apartment.” You explained, a betraying tear fell as you relived the memory.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Dinah said, engulfing you in a hug after so long without one. Tears began to shamelessly spill from both of your eyes as you hugged each other close.

“All I’ve ever wanted to do is keep you safe and I failed.”

“Dinah Drake, you have failed this city.”

You joked, and then you both laughed through your tears when you heard Oliver shout, “That’s my line.”

“I love you so much, y/n. And I promise, I’ll never leave you again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Dinah.” You said, pulling away from the hug to look into her eyes.

“Trust me, baby girl. This is the one promise I intend to keep.”

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fatestemptress · 6 years

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Speckles of Imperfect Perfection

This is for @wonderfulwinchestersmut ’s ‘Sins of the 600′ challenge. I chose the prompts ‘ edging, bar’. I haven’t written for the SPN fandom before but I have written in the past for Smallville and Roswell on other platforms. I’m new to tumblr so if any of this posts incorrectly, I apologize. And before I age myself any further, I’ll hush and post the darn thing already. Please note, this is unbeta’d. Any and all grammatical errors are mine. (And I’m sure there are PLENTY. :))

Summary: You and Dean Winchester are just hunting partners and friends. He’s made that clear and you agree...totally. You would never be jealous of any of the chicks he flirts with.....right?

Warnings: Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering in public. Bathroom sex. Edging.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4741

Typically, the nights following a successful hunt with the Winchesters either ended with a celebratory drink or collapsing into questionable motel beds, bemoaning various aches and pains. Well, now that you think about it, unsuccessful hunts kind of ended the same way. Except the alcohol is being swallowed in copious amounts and when you fall into the motel bed, you’re too drunk to care about the aches and the pains.

However, tonight, with the grace of whatever God was watching, was considered a win. Having beat the pain in the ass Wendigo with nary a scratch on Dean, Sam or yourself, you were celebrating at the towns bar. And for a small-town bar, it wasn’t lacking in the music department and it certainly wasn’t lacking in small town chicks looking for a quickie with a handsome stranger as there was currently two blonde headed, big breasted bimbos hanging all over the Winchester brothers as they stood at the bar.

And the boys definitely weren’t complaining. Well, Sam was blushing and clearing his throat as if he were trying to regurgitate a frog. (Seriously, sometimes you would think the guy had never had sex before with the way he acted around pushy women. And from the various ear splitting noises you’d heard coming from no name motels in the past, the big guy certainly knew what he was doing.) Dean was being himself, with his twinkling green eyes surrounded by those too long lashes; his hands making gestures as he told whatever cockamamie story he could think of, making both chicks laugh uproariously.

And you weren’t checking him out or anything, but you couldn’t help but watch as his forearms tightened under the folds of your favorite red and beige flannel. Or the way his biceps flexed ever so slightly as he tossed back a shot of his favorite whiskey. Or the long, languid wink he gave the blonde closest to him and you would deny, deny, deny if anyone ever asked you why a moan from low in your throat came out of its own volition at the sight of that wink. And if your stomach decided to betray you and do that twisty thing it does around the elder Winchester, it was only because you were so disgusted by his blatant flirtation attempts.

Because you didn’t like Dean Winchester like that. No way. Not in a million years. He’d made it clear that your relationship was all business. Sure, he flirted with you from time to time. And there was that one instance where you had been stuck in that haunted house in between the walls and you’d felt his hard you-know-what pressing against your soft you-know-where and you had looked into his eyes and saw an unnamable something flicker through them as your breath mingled with his in the narrow space. But the moment had passed quickly, and Dean had made it a point to kiss you on the forehead later and tell you how glad he was that he could count on you to stay levelheaded and how awesome it was to have his brother and close friend watch his back.

And you totally agreed.

Totally.

So it didn’t bother you that he was whispering into the closest girls’ ear as one of her fingers from her delicate unscarred hand, ran over top of his wrist. And that wasn’t jealousy rearing its ugly head from deep in the pit of your denial filled stomach.

Nope. Not. At. All.

With a sigh, (you were just tired, not annoyed thank you very much), you made your way from the booth you had taken in the corner, to the bar to order another drink as the waitress was taking too damn long and, lord, but you needed to feel numb ASAP.

Pulling down the back of your short black flared dress, you ignored the high-pitched giggles of the blonde bimbettes. You leaned over the bar to try and get the bartenders attention, making sure your business wasn’t hanging out the back but your boobs may have made a slightly pronounced appearance in the front if it meant you were going to be served a little quicker.

“Hey gorgeous, what can I get ya’?”

With a smile at the compliment, you raised two fingers, “Two shots of Patron please.”

The dark haired bartender nodded and started pouring the drinks, giving you time to appreciate the fullness of his lips and the flip of his hair.

Not bad looking. And at no point did you consider that his eyes were brown instead of green. Or that his hair was black instead of dirty blonde. Or that his nose was perfectly straight with no little indent in the middle.

Nope. Not. At. All.

You ignored the slightly wide-eyed look he gave you as you downed both shots and handed him some cash, “Two more please.”

“Ummm, guess it’s safe to say that those will be for you and not you and your boyfriend?”

With a tilt of your head, you shrugged, “Nope. No boyfriend here. Just a chick who had a marginally good day and wants to party.”

“I’d hate to see what you do when you have an exceptionally good day.” He said with a small smile as he poured two more.

Leaning over the bar, you ran your fingers over the top of the smooth brown finish, looking at him through your lashes, “On the contrary, you’d love to see what I can do when I really want to celebrate.”

The bartender blinked once, twice and then he let out a small laugh before licking his lips, “Well, uh, I get off in a couple of hours. Why don’t you-.”

“Y/N!”

The gruff voice behind you made your stomach clench and you turned your head around to see a disapproving Dean giving you a look as he crossed his arms in front of him.

“Yeah?” You said in confusion.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

You look at him expectantly and turned around leaning against the bar on your elbows. Crossing your legs at the ankles of your black, short, high heeled boots, you raised an eyebrow, conscious of the way the short skirt of your dress rode up, “Soooo, what’s up?”

You watched Dean’s eyes flicker behind you to the bartender, “I meant alone.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned back to the bartender. Downing the two other shots, you licked off a remnant of liquor left behind on your lower lip, “Thanks, uh…”

“Tom.” He said looking at Dean behind you, wincing at the grouchy face he was probably bearing witness to.

“Tom. I’m Y/N. I’ll be bac- Hey!”

Dean grabbed you at your elbow and dragged you back to your booth in the far corner. He gestured for you to get in and then slid in next to you.

“What the fuck, Dean?!” You spit out, “What’s your problem?”

Ignoring you, Dean lifted a hand to the waitress that passed, (Seriously? Where the hell was she for the past half hour?) ordering two shots of whiskey and a glass of water.

“Ummm, hello?” You said after the waitress left, “Care to tell me what the hell that was about?”

Dean gave you side eye as he rubbed at his bottom lip, “Your underwear was about to show.”

“Huh?”

With a purse to his lips, he sat sideways in the booth facing you as he laid one arm over the top of the leather seat, “Your dress is way too short.”

With a huff of disbelief, you sat back against the wall as far away from his warmth as you could get, “Excuse me DADDY, but you don’t get a say in what I do or don’t wear.”

His eyes flared at your words, “I’m trying to protect you!”

“From who? Guys like you?! ‘Cause guess what Dean? Those little hoochie mamas you and Sam are talking up? Their dresses are literally one sneeze away from indecency.”

“That’s different.”

“What?! Different how?”

Dean shifted slightly forward, his knee resting against yours, “I don’t care what they wear. I don’t care how they get home. I don’t care if they do half the bar.”

With a snort, you cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, as long as they do you first, right?”

He smirked, “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I DON’T!”

“Then why have you been giving me the death glare since we got here?”

Your heart thumped in nervousness and you flicked away a piece of hair hanging in your face, “No I haven’t.”

Dean leaned even closer, his hand coming up to put the errant piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes stared intensely into yours and you swallowed deeply, “Yes, you have Y/N/N. You’ve been boring a hole into the back of my head for the past hour and I wanna know why.”

Your mouth opened and closed trying to formulate words, but all you could focus on was how close his face was to yours and how the freckles that ran across the bridge of his imperfect nose made you want to reach out and touch them one by one.

Fuck. If you hadn’t made it obvious before, your utter silence was making your interest obvious now, “Dean,” You said quietly, “Do us both a favor and make your way back to the easy lay over there and leave me be.”

Instead of complying, Dean’s hand rested on the exposed skin of your knee and started stroking your skin ever so softly, “Tell me why.” He said quietly, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your lips and smell the sweetness of the whiskey.

Your eyes left his, sliding their way to where his fingers were burning promises into your skin and the flames were starting to crawl their way up your thigh and in between your legs making you shift slightly trying to ease the sudden ache, before raising your eyes back to his, “Why are you doing this?” You asked on a breath, your voice trembling slightly.

A look of hesitation flickered through his eyes before he set his mouth in determination, his jaw hardening, “Y/N/N, I will walk away and go back to pretending we are just friends slash hunting partners. I’ll go back and shut my eyes and act like I didn’t want to rip that bartender in two for looking at you the way he did. I’ll go back to acting like I don’t know you aren’t wearing a bra underneath that little black dress and that I’ve been trying to figure out if you’re wearing a thong since we left the motel. If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” He leaned forward and the heat from his body was now lying across your side and you closed your eyes for the briefest of seconds drinking it in, “But that’s not what I want, Y/N.”

Maybe it was the buzz from your four tequila shots or maybe you were just tired of pretending, but you leaned into his touch and brought your fingers to the freckles you had spent one morning trying to count as he had fallen asleep beside you watching a movie on some random couch, in some random town. You gave those light brown dots the softest of caresses as you stared into those green eyes that had haunted your nights since you first saw them. As you touched them, you let the wariness fade from your eyes and let them breathe freely with the unnamed emotion you had been feeling for what felt like always.

With his gaze flicking over yours, a small sigh left him as tension released from his shoulders and his hand slid up your leg onto the outside of your thigh and he finally, finally brought those full lips down to your waiting mouth. The shock from the electricity that shot from your lips to your core made you moan into his mouth.

Dean let out a harsh breath and slid his tongue against yours as his hand tightened on your thigh and slid under your skirt. He grabbed a handful of your bare ass, his fingers sliding under the barely there string of your underwear before releasing your mouth.

“Fuck. I’m so glad I was right about the thong.” He huffed against your lips, before sucking in your bottom lip and biting it gently, making your hips jut forward and your legs rub together to ease some of the ache that was starting to pound in your core.

Your hand, which had been so innocently resting on his chest, dropped down trying to gain some leverage and instead brushed up against the rock-hard erection that Dean was currently sporting in his soft jeans causing his hips to buck up into your touch.

“Shit.” You both said in unison and you brazenly looked into his eyes, wrapped your hand around the bulge in his jeans and squeezed.

A growl ran out of his mouth and he kissed you deeply as his fingers, still hidden by your dress, slid their way to the front of your panties and pressed against your clit, before rubbing it with firm circles.

You broke away from his mouth as you placed your head on his shoulder and moaned into his neck, the music drowning out your harsh breaths. The position of the booth, the table and the flounce of your dress effectively preventing anyone from seeing what was going on.

“Dean….God…please…”

Before he could answer, you brought your teeth to the smooth expanse of his neck and bit down gently before licking away the sting and he moaned low in his throat before impatiently pushing your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers inside of you making you arch up into his hand with a strangled sound.

His eyes closed for the briefest of seconds as his fingers easily slid in and out of you, “So wet already.” He growled as his thumb came up and rubbed against your clit making another moan glide out of your throat, “I can’t wait to feel this around my cock.”

“Oh my God.” You whined as you lifted your hips in time with his fingers. You knew if the music and the noise of the bar weren’t there, the sound of your wet core would easily be heard by everyone as you dripped more of your excitement over Dean’s fingers.

“I want to taste you, Y/N/N. Dreamed about it so many times. My mouth right here.” He said as he pressed even harder on your clit, flicking it back and forth as his fingers went even deeper, the tips curving against the rough spot inside of you as his tongue laved along your exposed shoulder before he nipped at it softly.

“Fuck, Dean.” You said desperately, not giving a single damn at how fast this whole situation had progressed, as you felt the delicious tensing in your lower belly, “I’m gonna-.”

Suddenly, his fingers pulled out of you, “Not yet you’re not.” He said in a low voice as you whined at the loss.

“Wh-what?”

He brought his two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean with a low rumble of approval, as your breath hitched, his eyes never leaving yours, “Mmmm. Even better than I thought you’d taste.” His tongue darted out to the side of his mouth before kissing you deeply. He broke the kiss and he placed his forehead against yours, “I’ve waited too long for this to be over that fast. So, like I said, you don’t get to come. Yet.”

You couldn’t help the noise that slipped out of your mouth before you brought your hand back down to his lap and once again squeezed that delicious bulge in his jeans, delighting in his groan and the small thrust he made into your hand, “That means you have to wait too.”

“Oh Sweetheart, the best part is the waiting.” He thrust into your hand again, “The anticipation.” He slid his hand towards your core again, “Being brought to the edge and then being pulled back.” He fingered the soaked fabric of your panties, “Cause when you finally do get to let go,” He pushed them to the side, “It feels like your whole world explodes.” He shoved his two fingers back into your core making you gasp into his chest as your head fell forward from the delicious sensations running up and down your body.

“Oh FUCK!” Your chest was heaving as he rubbed against that rough spot inside of you once again, making your legs tremble and open wantonly giving him as much access as possible; whining low in your throat as he brought his thumb back against your clit. He nudged your head up with his chin and met your lips roughly with his, gliding his tongue against yours as his fingers plunged faster and faster inside of you. “Ohhhhh.”

And then his fingers abruptly left you.

AGAIN.

Leaving you a heaping mess in the booth as the oblivious waitress laid down the two whiskies and the water Dean had ordered earlier, “Anything else I can get ya’?”

“Thanks but-.”

“Yes!” You interrupted on a slight gasp, “A shot of Patron, please.”

The waitress raised an eyebrow in your direction as she took in your flushed cheeks, before she shrugged, “Sure. Coming right up.”

“You suck.” You said to Dean in a low voice when she was gone.

“And lick and bite….” Dean said on a grin before leaning into you bringing his still wet fingers to your mouth. And, damn you, but you opened your mouth willingly and sucked on the saltiness of your slick until there was nothing left but the taste of Dean. “Fuck Sweetheart, you are so damn hot.” He rumbled. “Let me get some more. I already miss the taste.”

Willingly, you opened your legs to him again as he ran his fingers up and down your slit, before you stayed his hand, “Let’s make this easier.” You looked around and reached under your dress before pulling off the small piece of fabric.

Before you could drop them into your purse, Dean snatched them from your hand, stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans, “Mine.” He growled as he brought his fingers back to your throbbing pussy and ran his fingers up and down again.

“Hey Guys!”

You both jumped as Sam’s muscular form slid into the leather seat across from you, “Uhhhh, hey…Sam.” You said in a higher pitch than normal as you leaned forward, trapping Dean’s fingers in between your legs.

“Listen, Dean, if you’re not gonna head back over to those girls, which, hey, I totally get, I’m gonna head out and -.”

“Yeah, Sammy. Whatever you want.” Dean interrupted as he slid out of the booth and quickly pulled you up in front of him, effectively hiding the outline of his hard cock, “Y/N isn’t feeling all that well, I’m gonna walk her to the bathroom. See you back at the motel?”

“Well that’s the thing,” Sam said sheepishly as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m gonna get a separate room.” Sam eyed your flushed chest suspiciously, “Unless of course, you’re gonna bunk with Y/N in her room.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, before looking through the crowd at the two girls waiting impatiently at the door and made an impressed face at his brother, “The rooms all yours Sammy. Gotta go.”

You let out a small snort before you were pulled none too gently through the bar and down a flight of stairs to one of three unisex bathrooms. Dean opened the door to the farthest one and locked the door behind him, before turning to face you. The look in his eyes made a fresh gush of want throb between your legs and you bit your lower lip as you stopped the sound of your delirium from leaving your mouth.

“On the counter.” His said in a low voice.

Not a single protest was made as you slid onto the wide expanse of the sink’s counter behind you, leaning against the wide bathroom mirror, patiently waiting for him. Dean stalked over to you and opened your thighs as he placed himself in between them. He slid his hands into the soft tresses of your Y/H/C hair and tugged your head back and he tongued your rapidly beating pulse point before nipping his way to the top of your breasts. He slid aside the material of your dress before freeing your nipple into the air. He raised his eyes to yours as his mouth surrounded the peak and he sucked it into his mouth with a hum before lapping it with the tip of his tongue into hardness.

“Don’t forget the other one.” You said boldly as you pulled the other nipple free and pinched it into a hard tip as Dean hummed in appreciation and licked it into his mouth. Gently, he bit down, and you moaned as you rubbed your pussy against his jean covered cock, desperately trying to get any type of friction where you needed it most.

“Scoot down.” Dean rumbled at you, helping your hips move to the edge of the counter before he flipped up the bottom of your dress exposing your naked core to him. “Beautiful.”

You flushed slightly as he stared at your most intimate of places. He crouched down in front of you before he placed the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your heat all the way to the button on top where he sucked it between his lips. Your hips jerked up into his mouth with a cry and you started moving your hips in time with his tongue, gripping the short strands of his hair. Firmly, he pressed down on your hips making you stay still as he eagerly ate at your pussy, shoving his tongue in and out of your soaked hole.

“Oh God, oh God, Oh God….”

The tension was back in your stomach and you were frantic to get to that blissful end and just as you threw your head back, Dean removed his mouth and licked his lips as he stood up breathing heavily, “Not yet.”

“Fuck, Dean! I think I hate you right now.”

Dean huffed out a laugh as he grinned at you, “I promise you won’t be saying that soon.”

Annoyed, you pulled him towards you by his belt and wrapped your legs around his waist, before crashing your mouth against his, slipping your tongue over his lips as you reached down in between you both to undo his belt and pull down his zipper. Finally, finally your hand slid into his black boxer briefs and you grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock and you gasped at the girth and the heavy weight of it. You let out a whine at the thought of it being buried inside of you as you stroked him from root to tip.

With a guttural moan, Dean moved his hips into your hand before he reached into his back pocket. He took out the condom he had there and raised an eyebrow at you in question, “You sure you want to do this?”

“Seriously?” You panted, “Your mouth has been on me and my hand is wrapped around your dick and yet you’re asking if I’m sure? Dean, if you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds I’m gonna reach down and finger fuck myself until I scream.”

Dean blinked at you before a slow smile slid across his face, “I’m almost tempted to wait and see what happens.”

“You wanna survive the night?”

The sound of the condom wrapper opening filled the empty room and Dean quickly rolled it on. “Turn around. Bend over the counter.”

Without a second thought, you slid off the edge of the granite and bent over the top, holding on to the edge. Facing into the mirror, you caught for the briefest second Dean’s unguarded face as he took in the sight of you. The look of vulnerability that crossed over his features caused something deep within your heart to squeeze and your breath stuck in your throat. When his eyes flicked up into yours in the reflection, the look was gone and he gave you that long wink that you loved so much before he nudged his cock at your entrance, pushing in ever so slightly making you pant against the counter.

“Hold on, Sweetheart.” He whispered before slowly sliding in the rest of the way home making you cry out and arch your back.

“Fuck yes. Do it again.” You begged.

“Mmmmm..” He hummed, before pulling all the way out and plunging back in, balls deep.

“Yesss.”

Before you could catch your breath, the slow and steady act was over, and Dean was starting to pick up the pace, his hips slamming against your ass cheeks and you were screaming, meeting his thrusts as you backed into him. Low curses were leaving Dean’s mouth as you watched him in the mirror throw his head back and piston in an out of you.

“So fucking tight.” He grinded out. “Gonna make me come so hard.”

“Yes. Please. Let me come, Dean. Please.”

He smirked at you asking permission, but you had quickly learned the game, “You gonna make it a good one?” He asked in between gasps, “Gonna come hard all over my cock?”

At his words, your lower belly started clenching. You were holding back with everything in you, but it was inevitable. The way he was rolling his hips, the way he grabbed at your shoulder, before pulling at your hair, was going to be your undoing and you wailed out. “Yes! Yes, please let me come.”

With a grunt, Dean slammed even harder into you, reaching between your legs and rubbing hard circles on your clit, “Now!”

The tension finally snapped and you let out a long sob as you squeezed down on his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your core pulsing for what felt like hours and the pleasure just wouldn’t stop. Somewhere above the deep rabbit hole Dean had plunged you into, you could hear him falling over the edge as he gasped and growled into the air.

“Fuck that was amazing.” You panted, before letting out a surprised squeak as Dean pulled out and forcefully turned you around before slamming his mouth down onto yours as he passionately kissed you, taking your breath away.

“You’re amazing.” He said quietly after reluctantly releasing your mouth, running his thumb over your lower lip.

You searched his eyes as you tried to make sense of what just happened. You raised your hands up to his cheeks and you grazed your fingers over those small little brown spots that made your heart clench with so much unspoken emotion. Because they were uniquely Dean’s and they never changed. They continued to be remnants of who he used to be before life took hold and took him on a ride that was sometimes awful but was also awe inspiring.

One day you’d be able to tell him how you felt. One day you’d be able to look into his eyes and not need a reflection to see how he felt about you without the mask.

But today….today you’d settle for this. Right now.

You kissed him on the mouth with the gentlest of motions, before leaning back with a smirk, “Wanna go see how long it takes for Sam to kick those girls to the curb?”

#Sins Of The 600 #dean x reader #supernatural smut challenge #supernatural smut

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