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Imagine Dean keeping a spare pair of glasses in his car just for you:

Fuck.

You kept thinking it over and over again. The frame was broken, and the lenses cracked. This wasn't like last time where you could tape them together and suffer the consequences through Dean's jokes. They were done for. Dead. You climbed in the back of the car, glasses between your thighs. It wasn't too bad. You'd find some place to get them fixed or, if it was cheaper, get a new pair altogether. Still, you were miles from any town and you hated not being able to see. Shadows looked like ghosts, things in the road reminded you of demons. It was bad enough as it was, but ever since you became a hunter it's been progressively worse. Dean unceremoniously hands you a pair of glasses, not even taking his eyes off the front windshield, the exact ones that were sitting on your lap.

"Where did you get this?" You put them on. The correct prescription and everything. You could have hugged him you were so relieved. Dean had always made a fuss about your glasses. Jokes mostly, but sometimes you sensed he was being at least a little bit serious. You knew that it got in the way sometimes, made things more difficult when they broke or simply fell off, but you were getting better. They only needed to be replaced once, maybe twice, a year. You'd fix them and make them last as long as possible.

"I had a pair made last time they broke." He says it like it's nothing. To him, it is. He's not sure why he never told you. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise. Maybe he just forgot. Either way, it really was no big deal. They'd been collecting dust in the impala. Every so often he checked to see if they were still in one piece, but it was the look on your face that reminded him he even had them. Now you were beaming, relieved, trying to hide just how big your smile was.

"Thanks Dean."

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Come Clean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Best friends> lovers trope, slight dirty talk, SMUT!!! Summary: You're going on a date so you barge in on Dean while he’s having a bubble bath. Deciding to join him so you can get ready for tonight was lowkey the best decision you ever made. A/N: This was a fun one :D Enjoy.

“WOAH! Woah woah, Y/N, the fuck’re you doin?” Dean scrambled to cover his junk with the bubbles overflowing in the tub, a blush forming on his cheeks, eyes wide.

You closed the bathroom door and pull the hair tie from your hair, letting it fall from your shoulders. “I’m hopping in,” you said nonchalantly as you began pulling your shirt over your head.

Dean averted his eyes and huffed. “Seriously?” “Oh hush, you have a dick, boo hoo, so does half the damn population,” you sassed, unbuttoning your shorts. “I have a date tonight and I only have an hour to get ready, and we both know you take your sweet ass time in here so I’m joining you.”

Dean shook his head. “Nuh-uh, no way! Go in the other shower then?!” “Sam’s in there, he just got back from his run.” He leaned his head back against the cool tile, running a hand over his face. “I… Y/N…” You look him dead in the eye and say, “If you don’t want to look, that’s fine, but we are both adults, you’ve seen titties and I’ve seen balls. Now move over.” You stripped the last of your clothes off and tossed them in the corner, popping your hip as you waited for Dean to scoot in the tub.

The tub was large enough for two full grown adult males, so space wasn’t an issue. It was even deep enough that if full, you could be completely submerged up to your chin, but Dean was evidently shy… or so you thought.

Dean pulled his legs to one side of the tub and covered his crotch with his hands, clearing his throat as he tried his best to avoid direct eye contact with your chest.

The water was warm, and the smell coming from the bubbles had you moaning as you settled in front of him. You swished the water around to get yourself wet, and then turned to Dean, who was watching the ceiling like a hawk.

“Oh god, Dean, for crying out loud, just look!” “B-but you’re my friend,” he retorted, green eyes wide. “As your friend, I’m giving you permission to look. This is too uncomfortable if you don’t just get it over with.”

Dean let out a chuckle, shrugging and saying something like “probably right” before he let his gaze fall to your chest. You watched his pupils dilate and contract, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to bite his lip, but after a few torturous seconds, he raised his eyes back to yours. “They’re…. Gorgeous tits, Y/N.”

You giggled. “Yes, I know, now, do me a favour and get my back will you?”

Dean nodded and reached to grab the liquid soap as you physically grabbed his leg and moved it so you could settle between them and shift back a little, allowing him easier access to your back. He squirted some of the soap onto his hands, then offered you the bottle so you could do your front.

“So, tell me about this date?” His voice was deep, a little husky. You shrugged, and at the same time Dean laid his hands on your shoulders to begin rubbing the soap in.

“I dunno,” you said. “It’s some blind date Charlie set me up with. A little nerdy, but said he’s totally hot. Supposed to meet at the bar in an hour.”

Dean clenched his jaw. Now his hands were moving down your spine. “Want us to come?” “Fuck no,” you said, a little too quick. “You’ll scare the poor guy off.” “If he scares so easily, he’s not for you,” Dean offers, his right hand moving down your side and dipping a little to the front, just under the swell of your breast, before repeating on the other side.

“It’ll be fine, Dean. I don’t need you to babysit me.” “You’re right,” he said, licking his lips. “You can look after yourself.” “Exactly.” “What are you gonna wear?” You tossed your head to the side, an over-dramatic way of showing you were thinking, causing Dean to chuckle and bring his hands up to your neck, massaging the soap in.

“No idea. What do you think?” Dean shuffled forward a little, one hand remaining on your shoulder while the other dipped down into the water to start washing the soap off. “I think… that pretty white dress you have, with the little blue flowers all over it. The one that ties in the front.” His voice sounded so close, sending goosebumps over the back of your neck.

You wondered why he picked that dress, but when you imagined yourself wearing it, you realised it was very… breasty…. It was no wonder Dean liked it. “Oh yeah?” You asked, washing the soap off your front. The only sounds in the room were the swish of the water, and his soft voice as he hummed in reply.

Then, he moved backwards and lifted his arms up on either side of the tub. “He’ll go crazy.”

You nodded slowly, then turned to face him. “Alright, well…. Thanks, Dean,” you said, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Dean stared intently at your face, smirking a little. “No problem, sweetheart,” he drawled.

You swallowed hard. There was something emanating off Dean that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes were a little hooded, and he was gnawing on his bottom lip. His eyes remained on your face as you stood up. The bubbles were slowly falling down your body, so you waited for a moment before taking a step out of the tub. As you lifted your foot, you suddenly felt Dean’s hand grab yours. “Wait-” “Hm?”

“Sit.”

“I have to get ready-” He narrowed his eyes. “Sit.”

You knelt down in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest. “What do you want?” Dean’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He sat up on his haunches and leaned toward you, raising both eyebrows. “Why do you go on these dates anyway? You always tell me you don’t want a relationship.” “Maybe I want to get laid,” you offered stubbornly, scrunching your face at him. Dean pursed his lips. “Why don’t you ever ask me or Sam?” You cackled. “Excuse me? Really?” Dean shrugged.

“I mean, Sam’s gorgeous but he’s like my annoying older brother.” Dean’s tongue snuck out to wet his lips. “And me?” “Well… you… you’re my best friend. We live with each other. Too complicated.” “Doesn’t have to be,” he lowered his voice, moving closer now. You felt your heart rate pick up as you watched his eyes roam your body, now, as if he was contemplating his options.

“But it will be anyway. Maybe I don’t think of you like that,” you said, squinting at him. You were waiting for him to mock offense, but it only caused him to smirk at you. “Don’t you?” he said, lifting his hand to sweep your hair away from your neck, the touch of his skin tickling yours, causing your breath to hitch. “Then why does my touch make your breathing funny?”

“It just.. It tickles.” “Okay,” he rescinded. “Have fun on your date,” he grinned, then, his usual cockiness coming out to play. The slight rollercoaster of the past few minutes had you feeling a little winded.

Who am I kidding? He looks really good right now. The way the water drops down his chest… his eyelashes are so long and his eyes are so damn green…. And the way the bubbles hug around his waist and… is that..?

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” You said, huffing at him for what felt like a hundredth time today. 

Dean chuckled. “I don’t know what you mean sweetheart, you’re the one who barged in on my bath and demanded to join me. If anything, you’re the pain in the ass.” “And yet you love me.” Dean tsked, smiling. “That I do. Now come here,” he said, grabbing both your legs by the calves and pulling you closer.

You squealed, giggling as you almost fell backwards, mostly in shock. “What are you doing?” “Stay.” “What? Dean’s face softened. “Stay. We never see each other anymore… I miss my friend.” “Dean-” “We can talk. Come on, Y/N, it’s been weeks since we’ve had any one-on-one time, we’ve always had someone else around or been busy hunting. We finally have a break and I’m taking damn advantage of it. Stay.”

Your best friend’s words cut like a string. He was right. The last time you and Dean had spent time together was a Wendigo hunt three and a half weeks ago and you both got wasted at the bar and sang karaoke. Sam had taken a girl back to his room so you two walked back, or more danced and ran back like drunken cheerleaders, ate your weight in pie and fell asleep watching slasher movies.

You relented, leaning back. Your legs were on either side of his, and he adjusted in such a way that his dick was now visibly floating at the top of the water. If not for the surrounding bubbles, you would’ve had full view of it. You leaned back and sighed. Dean reached up and started rubbing your legs. “You shaved.” “Ha! Yes Dean, I do shave sometimes.” Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” he gruffed. “I mean, they feel nice.” He started digging his thumbs into your muscles, and you closed your eyes and let out a soft moan.

You and Dean spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on everything that had escaped each other over the past few weeks.

After a while, you grunted and sat up, and shivered as the cool air hit your skin. You watched Dean’s eyes visibly widen as he stared at your suddenly hard nipples. He cleared his throat, but you could already see the effect it had on him. “Dean.” “Mm?” Your voice came out in a whisper as you said, “Enjoying the view?”

Dean’s cheeks flushed, and a childlike smile flashed across his face. “I guess I am.” Feeling bold, you stretched your legs open a little wider and ran your hand down your chest. “How about this?”

Dean’s mouth fell open, his breathing coming out puffs. “Yeah.”

You pinched one of your nipples. “And this?” “Mhmm,” came out of Dean’s mouth like a pathetic man on heat, and you watched with growing hunger as his dick jumped.

“What’s the real reason you wanted me to stay, Dean?” “I told you.” Sighing, you added “the other reason.” Dean’s jaw fluttered, closing his eyes. He took a moment to answer, sitting up a little. “I want you.”

Feeling a little flirtatious now, you whisper, “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “How bad?” Dean whined. “Fuck, Y/N. Come here.”

In one quick motion, the two of you were pulled together like magnets, lips crashing in a passionate kiss. Dean’s hands roamed your body as you gripped the short hair at the base of his neck and pulled, earning a hearty moan in your mouth. Dean moved down to your neck and began sucking, and grazing his teeth against the sensitive spot there, while your hand dragged down his body ‘til it reached his cock.

“Fucking hell, you’re hard as a rock.” “That’s what you do to me, baby.”

You curled your hand around him and started twisting and moving it up and down, marveling at the noises Dean made in your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder. His hot breaths fell on your skin, wordless whispers praying to the gods above as you jerked his thick cock. You could feel yourself growing wet, and so you grabbed him by the neck with your free hand and kissed him again.

Dean whined into your mouth. “Shit, uh…. Mmm.”

As you pulled away from him to breathe, you whispered in his ear, “I’m so wet for you. Want to feel?” Without giving him a chance to react, with the same hand from his neck, you grabbed his hand and moved it to between your legs, waiting for him to take over.

You felt Dean’s dick throb in your hand as his finger dipped into your folds. The tip of his finger brushed your swollen clit and you moaned. Dean took over, now, and rubbed your clit softly before curling his hand up and shoving a thick finger inside you.

“Fuck!” “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “There’s no way my cock’ll fit in this pretty pussy if I don’t get you ready first.”

Oh? He can dirty talk? Add that to the list of things that make me go fucking wild.

Dean crooked his finger against that spot, and you started wailing in bliss. “Fuck, fuck, oh god, yes…”

Knock knock knock!

“Y/N! You alright? I heard you screaming.” “She’s alright, Sam!” “Oh god!” Sam groaned. “You two are disgusting.”

Dean chuckled, pulling his finger from you and sticking it inside his mouth. You watched with wide eyes as his plump lips wrapped around his finger for a mere moment before pulling it back out again. “Delicious,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. He then leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “How do you want me, sweetheart?”

You smiled. Against all what you’d expect, Dean was not dominant. Not really, anyway.

You pushed him lightly on the chest and encouraged him to lay back, and waited patiently for him to get comfortable before half climbing on top. You jerked his cock a few times, and then swung your leg around and lined him up with your entrance. “Ready?” “As I’ll ever be,” he said, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

The second his cock entered you, his eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low growl. Your pussy stung a little as it stretched, so you sunk down slowly and waited a minute before deciding to move.

You started bouncing up and down, and Dean opened his eyes and started smearing bubbles over your belly and tits, using his large hands to massage them as you moved on his cock. He sucked his bottom lip in his mouth to stop from groaning as he fingered your pebbled nipples, and you rolled your hips slowly in a circle, enjoying the way his thick cock head hit every hidden angle inside you.

You rolled your head back and started toying with your clit, feeling the pressure already rising inside you. He was hitting your g-spot over and over at this angle, so you kept a steady pace. Your moans filled the bathroom, the grip you had on the bathtub turning your knuckles white.

“I can feel you,” he ground out. “Yeah?” “Mhmm, not sure I’m gonna last much longer.”

Dean’s hands wound around to your ass, playing with your cheeks, with one finger dipping around to your hole and gently rubbing there. You rubbed your clit faster, your hips beginning to falter. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples and toyed it with his teeth. That sent you over the edge.

Your pussy clamped tight over his cock and you immediately halted your movements, fireworks exploding behind your eyes and causing your body to convulse in his lap. Dean had to wrap his arms around you to prevent you from going limp.

Once you came down, he reached up and latched his mouth to your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin as he began pounding up into your exhausted body with ease. Water splashed out onto the floor, and the echo was surely annoying Sam somewhere in the bunker, but neither of you cared.

Dean’s hips thrashed into yours as he chased his high, and with how thick he was, you could feel his cock start to throb. Dean let out a few whines as he neared the edge and hastily pulled you off of him, wrapping his hand tightly around his cock. He jerked himself off a few times and with one final pull, and an elongated curse, he came, spurting rope after rope of white cum all over your stomach and tits, with some of it even reaching your chin. You grinned wickedly, wiping some of it off and tasting it.

Dean sighed and collapsed against the tub. “Good thing we’re already in the bath,” you giggled. Dean only nodded, but the look in his eye proved he wasn’t done with you yet.

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What If

Dean Winchester x Reader

You make assumptions after a night in Dean's bed that prove to be false

Warnings: Mention of steamy times, cursing, hurt feelings

Heat was the first sensation that hit you. The heat of a warm body curled up to your back. A strong arm laid across your stomach and warm breath hitting the back of your neck as he slept. How the hell had you ended up in this position when the two of you had simply set out to watch a movie last night after Sam had gone to bed?

You'd been in your room, laid across the bed reading a book Alex had sent you for your birthday. It was pretty good so far but you knew you wouldn't get far in it when you heard Dean singing lightly as his footsteps got closer to your open door.

You slid a bookmark in place and laid the book on your nightstand before your green eyed best friend ever Madeira to your door. You glanced up about the time he knocked “What's up Dean?” He smiled slightly “Well Sammy's gone to bed but Claire sent me a list of the top five rated horror movies. The top two we have on streaming”

A grin split your face “Go get them up, I'll grab drinks and meet you in the TV room” he winked at you “that's my girl” then turned to walk off down the hall.

You let out a sigh if only he knew what it did to you when he did shit like that. That wink, calling you his girl. The way he always invited you to watch movies, go for late night drives or how gentle he was patching you up after hunts. You shook your head to clear those thoughts out, he was your best friend. Yeah he was drop dead gorgeous but you couldn't help that you had eyes. You wouldn't ever cross a line he'd never acted as if he wanted to cross and risk that relationship.

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You were sitting next to Dean on the couch, your feet were curled up under you and Dean's favorite blanket was draped across you both. About halfway through the second movie a jumpscare actually got to you and without thinking you curled into his side, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckled lightly as he tucked his arm around your body “Oh come on sweetheart. I've seen you take on shit a lot scarier than that and not blink!” You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out, trying to ignore just how close your faces were “Bite me Winchester. Real life doesn't bother me because if it can touch me and hurt me I can touch it and hurt it”

He shook his head “You're something else” you raised an eyebrow “What you mean by that” he raised his hand that wasn't curled around you to push your hair back that had fallen into your face “Beautiful, smart, badass. Pretty damn close to perfect” you could feel your cheeks warm slightly. It wasn't unusual for Dean to compliment you but it always made your stomach flip. “Oh shut up” you pushed against his chest hoping to turn this semi flirtatious moment into a teasing one but damn him if he didn't cup your chin gently and lift your head to meet his eyes before a smirk slipped onto his face “Make me”

You don't know what came over you at that moment. Maybe temporary insanity? Regardless you found yourself moving forward until your lips met his. It was just a simple kiss but something you'd dreamt of for far too long. It didn't take him even half a second to react. His hands went down to your hips, pulling you over into his lap and when the action caused a light gasp to leave your lips he slipped his tongue into your mouth rolling it against yours in a way that had you melting into him.

When you ground your hips down against his and a deep groan left him that was when reality set in. You were currently straddling your best friend, making out with him and damn near dry humping on the couch. You broke the kiss and damn near jumped off his lap. “I am so sorry Dean. I don't…I don't know what was going through my head”

He stood up, adjusting his jeans as he did so and your eyes flicked down to see a bulge that made your legs weak. The look in his eyes, damn how many waitresses and barmaids had you cussed over the years for having that look focused on them and now you couldn't think straight. “I wasn't exactly shoving you off” he replied taking a step closer and when you didn't back up he quickly covered the space between you pulling you into his arms “You're my best friend Y/N. Besides Sam no one on earth means as much to me as you do but that kiss was….fuck…if you want then this never happened. We'll turn on a different movie and nothing more”

“Or?” You asked, feeling your heart leap into your throat. A smirk slipped back onto his lips “Or we could go to my room and talk” “talk?” You repeated and he nodded “nothing has to happen”

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A moan of Dean's name left your lips as he kissed a trail down your neck, his fingers slipping inside of you easily. “Fuck I love hear you say my name like that” he teased. It didn't take him long to find that one spot inside of you that had you clenching around his fingers and your legs shaking around his wrist.

He continued to pump his fingers lazily in and out of you as he worked you through the orgasm. When you weakly pushed at his wrist he caught your eyes before licking his fingers into his mouth, those sinful lips working as he sucked your juices off his fingers. “Taste as good as you look” you shook your head with a laugh “Take your pants off and get up here Dean” he grinned “Yes ma'am”

He stood long enough to slip his pants off then crawled up the bed, kissing his way up your body until he got to your lips. He caught them in a searing kiss that let you taste yourself on him. He pulled back enough to meet your eyes “Are you sure about this?” You nodded and felt his hardness pressed against your inner thigh “I want this”

He pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your entrance. When he slipped inside of you a moan left both of you at the feeling. He dropped his head down against your chest once he was fully inside of you to give you time to adjust. His lips left a trail across your collarbone “you feel so damn amazing sweetheart” After a moment the discomfort of the fullness of his gave way to pleasure so you turned his face to kiss him “Move Dean”

He began to roll his hips tentatively against yours and when your reaction was your eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling that was all the clearance he needed. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see you come undone” it took you a minute to focus your eyes back on him and when you did he smiled almost shyly “look at you Y/N. Damn you're perfect” he pulled almost completely out of you then slammed back in. Your hands went to his shoulders, fingernails cutting into the skin as he sat a grueling pace that filled the room with the sound of skin hitting skin and both of you moaning the other's name.

When you felt yourself reaching that peak he bit down gently on your neck “Let yourself go baby. I'm not far behind. I want to feel you come around my cock, please” Dean Winchester of all men begging you to come? Christ, that pushed you over the edge with a scream of pleasure ripping from your lips.

His thrusts faltered slightly and through gritted teeth he asked “Don't you have an iud?” You nodded and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust. The feeling of him coming worked another small orgasm out of you that had your legs shaking around him.

When he pulled out you whimpered slightly and he apologized with a light kiss “Just gonna grab my shirt to clean you up some baby ok?” You nodded weakly and felt the bed dip before Dean was knelt between your knees “Open up for me beautiful” you slowly spread your legs and he smiled “you look so fucking gorgeous like this. All fucked out” he used his shirt to clean you up as best as he could before tossing it back to the floor.

When he laid back down next to you he ran a finger down your side which caused you to squirm. “I'll go to my room once my legs work” He slipped his arm around you to pull you back against him “Take your time. No rush”

Every insecurity and what if started to flip through your head. Dean wasn't a settling down type. He didn't like attachments because he knew that put a target on them. He cared about you enough as a friend to put himself in danger. This wouldn't work. Either he'd not want this and feel some sort of obligation from your years of friendship or worse he would feel for you what you truly felt for him and it would end with him getting himself killed to keep you safe.

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It took some work to slip out the bed without waking him but you managed it and slipped your clothes on quickly. You needed a shower and to get the hell out of the bunker for a few minutes. You just needed to clear your head. It was supply run day. Groceries were needed and mail needed to be checked. You'd tell Sam to let you handle it. That would give you breathing room.

When you parked your car back at the bunker Sam came out to meet you and help with bags. When you glanced behind him he shrugged one shoulder “Can I ask something that may not only be none of my business but may be uncomfortable too?”

You nodded “We've known each other for a good chunk of our lives so I'd say yeah” he grimaced as he ran a hand across the back of his neck “I heard you and Dean last night so I thought…I don't know what I thought but did something happen? Because he seemed upset that you left while he was asleep”

“Sam, I didn't want to make things weird for Dean. You know my feelings” he nodded “but did you ask him his or just assume?” You didn't have to say anything Sam saw the look in your eyes. “He's in the library cleaning guns. I've got the bags”

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You could hear the clinking of metal when you got closer to the library. You stopped right inside the doorway and watched Dean for a moment. The way he handled the guns was a thing of beauty. He could probably break them down, clean them and put them back together in his sleep at this point.

He didn't look up from the colt before saying “You made it back in one piece” you nodded lamely “Dean can we talk?” He laid the colt down and raised his eyes to meet yours “Let me guess where this is going. You had a good night but don't want nothing to change”

You swallowed hard under the intensity of his stare “Can I talk without you putting words in my mouth?” He waved a hand to say go ahead “Dean you're my best friend and I love you, I fell in love with you. Last night was fucking amazing but I don't want to make you regrets things, you don't do love, you don't do relationships”

“because why? Dean's a man whore that just bed hops? Because Dean is incapable of love? Because despite us being best friends for over a decade there's no possibility that I fell in love with you too? There's no possibility i fucking wanted to wake up with the woman I love in my arms?” You flinched at his tone despite your heart flipping at his words “You love me?” He stood up and walked around the table “How could I not?”

You took a step back putting your back to the wall. He stood right in front of you, leaning a hand on the wall just over your head but giving you room to move “I love you Y/N. I'm in love with you. Last night was everything. Now what other demons are lurking in your head cause you know I don't mind taking on each and every one of those sons of bitches”

“What if you get hurt protecting me?” You asked and he smiled “baby I'd do that now but I know for the most part you can handle yourself and don't act like you're not self sacrificing either” you laughed despite yourself “What if you get bored of one woman?” He grinned “unlikely but we can always role play sweetheart. Believe me I mean it when I say you're fucking perfect for me”

“What if…” he cut you off by saying “What if you stop giving me excuses and let me kiss you? We could both die tomorrow and if that happens it happens but I'd rather have a day knowing you were completely my girl then live the rest of our lives just having part of you. I'm yours, you mine?” You nodded “Always. Now kiss me” He grinned “Yes ma'am”

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I Want to Take My Time with You

Request: Could you do one where dean and the reader get trapped in a cabin in a snowstorm while Sam is out on a case and they get bored and fill the time with slow sex? Like hardcore smut typa writing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Note: this is 18+. Do not read if you're under 18.

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Story:

"Yeah, there's no way we can get to you in this", Dean said on his phone. He was standing in front of the fireplace in the cabin that he, Sam, and [Y/N] had rented while on a 'case'. There wasn't really much evidence of anything supernatural going on, just two unexplained disappearances, but when [Y/N] had found a cosy little cabin that was available to rent for the weekend, she had convinced the brothers to come with her. "Yeah... yeah probably best. Did you find anything?"

[Y/N] was watching him from the comfort of the couch. She had a blanket pulled up to her chin, was in leggings and one of Dean's hoodies, and had fluffy socks on. She had no intentions of leaving the cabin. Dean rocked back and forth on his feet slightly as he listened to Sam on the other end, throwing in a 'mhmm' of approval or a 'yeah' every so often as he listened. The fire was flickering, and it made his freckles look like they were dancing across his nose. [Y/N] watched as the dimples at the corners of his lips appeared and vanished as he changed his expression depending on what he was hearing. He turned to face away from her as he pulled the curtain back to look out the window, and she tilted her head to fully admire how broad his shoulders were. She could never spend too much time looking at Dean Winchester. They'd been messing around a bit over the last few weeks. It started off with their flirting getting a little bit bolder, then they got into a habit of ending up cuddling in the evenings while watching a movie together, and then they'd had several heavy make out sessions with some under-the-shirt groping over the last week or so. Both of them were a little bit apprehensive to take it any further and affect the dynamics of their teamwork on hunts, but they were definitely testing the waters.

"Okay, yeah, well, keep in touch... okay. Yeah, see you tomorrow". He hung up and let the curtain fall back in place before turning around to face [Y/N], who was looking at him and waiting for him to fill her in. He tossed his phone onto the small table beside the couch before flopping down beside [Y/N]. "Sam's stuck in town, he can't make it back here in the snow".

"Oh, what's he gonna do?" She asked, stretching her legs to lie on top of Dean's lap. He immediately dipped one of his hands under the blanket and began to absentmindedly rub her foot.

"He's gonna get a room in a motel closer to the centre of town. He'll see what the roads are like in the morning and try get up to us then".

"Oh?" She asked, a smirk forming on her face.

"What?" He chuckled at her. He knew that look, she had something on her mind for the two of them.

"Nothing... just didn't realise the snow was that bad. It's gonna be cold tonight, and we're stuck here all alone".

"Yeah... it's unfortunate", he clapped her foot and pushed her legs back off him, so he could kneel on the couch, one knee either side of her legs, focusing on pulling the blanket up.

"Very unfortunate", she giggled as he ducked his head under the blanket and began to crawl over her, finally poking his head out of the blanket, his face ending up right in front of hers.

"It's probably gonna be a long and boring night, just the two of us, no chance of anyone disturbing us", he grinned down at her and she couldn't help but bring her hand up to feel the stubble on his jaw. "Unless you can think of something for us to do?" He said as he leaned into her touch.

"Hmm", she pretended to be deep in thought, but Dean had started to lower himself down to press against her, and he could feel that he was starting to get hard against her thigh. "Maybe we could try a few things".

"Oh, and what are these things you have in mind?" He leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "I might have a few ideas too", he said as he kissed her cheek.

"I'm happy to try any of your ideas", she said to him, and he glanced between both of her eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation, but he couldn't find anything.

"Do you want to try more than what we've been doing?" He asked as he started to fiddle with the hem of the hoodie she was wearing. He loved it when she wore his clothes, there was something about how she was wearing something that was his, like she couldn't be close enough to him, that just made him want her. He'd been holding himself back for a long time. She was extremely important to him, and he didn't want to mess that up. He had been finding it very difficult to hold back after the first time they'd kissed though, and every spare moment he had was spent thinking about what it would be like to let himself go, let himself have her and be as close as possible. His eyes lit up as she nodded. He didn't want to just sleep with her, it wasn't really about just having sex with her. He wanted to love her, and he wanted to show her that he loved her. He leaned back down to kiss her lips, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling his hair in between her fingers.

She gasped as he pulled away and began to nibble and lick at her neck and ear, and she let her hands fall from his neck down to his shoulders, feeling his muscles move under her fingers as he moved to the other side of her neck. He lifted his leg and pushed his knee in between her two thighs, applying pressure in just the right spot. He groaned when she started to grind against him, and he gripped her hip tightly to help her move. "Need to get this off you, need to see you", he murmured into her neck as he pushed his hand up her side, the hoodie going with it. He pulled away from from her and sat up, letting the blanket fall off his back. He pulled the hoodie all the way up, and she lifted her arms to help him get it off. It was quickly discarded onto the floor, and she felt herself blush as he stared at her. "You look even better than I'd imagined", he chuckled in disbelief as he settled his hands on her waist. He gently rubbed her skin as he leaned back down to kiss her. The kiss was brief as he sat back up again and pulled his flannel off, followed by his t-shirt, throwing them onto the hoodie.

"Dean", she said as she looked at his body. She'd seen him shirtless before, sure, and she'd felt him before, but this was different. This was leading somewhere.

"Yeah Sweetheart?" He smiled as she touched his stomach with both of her hands, feeling his warmth and strength. He was solid. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm before interlocking his fingers with hers and leaning back to kiss her again, holding her hand above her head on the armrest of the couch behind her. He pressed his shirtless body onto hers as she opened her mouth and let him in. He moved his body up and down hers, letting her feel how turned on he was behind his jeans. As they kissed, he let go of her hand and snaked his arm behind her back, undoing her bra clasp with ease. He pulled her bra away from her and started to kiss down her neck and collar bone, making his way down to her right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, groaning as she gripped his hair tightly with on hand and his shoulder with the other.

"Dean", she said again, and he hummed while pressing a kiss between her breasts and moving on to her left nipple. "Dean, that feels so good". She arched her back to press herself into him more, and he leaned back in response, lifting off her and chuckling as she complained with a groan. He straddled her hips as he unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it out from the loops on his jeans, enjoying her look of frustration at his teasing. "If you don't hurry up..." She started to threaten but he cut her off by leaning down to kiss her quickly before standing up and pushing his jeans down. She could see the outline of his dick and a little wet spot on his boxers where the tip was straining against the material. He pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and her breath hitched. This was a part of Dean that she'd never seen before. She'd imagined what he looked like many, many times, and she'd felt him through his jeans before, but she was still surprised by his size as he pushed his boxers down. She'd never had to worry about whether someone would fit before, but looking at how his hand wrapped around himself as he gave himself a couple of quick pumps, she was suddenly a bit nervous.

"Hey, not to sound full of myself, but I know. Don't worry, we'll get you nice and ready and we'll go slow, okay? I want to take my time with you", Dean said as he saw the hint of worry in her eyes. "Come on, open your legs for me, I want to taste you". He tapped her knees as he kneeled back down on the couch, and she spread her legs, pushing herself back so she was leaning against the armrest and looking straight at him. He ran his fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, enjoying her shiver as he made his way closer to the waistband of her leggings. He leaned over her to kiss between her breasts, and began to leave open mouthed kisses down her stomach as he pulled her leggings and panties down her legs. He kissed her hips, and she helped him get the leggings and panties off her ankles. Dean pushed her knees apart and just stared at her for a moment, completely lost in how lucky he was feeling.

"You're making me a little self conscious", she laughed nervously, not used to Dean seeing her so exposed.

"Sorry..." He shook his head. "Fuck, you're beautiful [Y/N]". He ran his finger through her wetness, collecting it to circle his finger around her clit. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. "You make as much noise as you want, I want to hear it, and we're all alone out here. Don't hold yourself back". He dipped his finger into his mouth and licked it, humming in approval at her taste. "Can I have you? Can I make you feel good?" He asked, an almost hunger in his eyes that she'd only seen before when he'd been deprived of pie for too long.

"Yes", she breathed out, and watched as he brought his face down to her and kissed just below her stomach. His eyes looked up to meet hers as he went lower, and her hands quickly found their way into his hair as he dipped his tongue inside of her. "Fuck", she mumbled as he licked up to her clit and started to suck at it. She knew he was experienced, but she didn't know just how good he was at it. She felt his finger enter her as his tongue swirled around her clit in a steady rhythm. Her grip in his hair tightened as she could feel a pleasurable pressure build up inside her. Dean could tell she was getting closer, he inserted a second finger into her and hooked his fingers, rubbing just the right spot inside her while continuing to lick and suck at her clit. She moaned his name as she came, her vision going spotty and a light ringing in her ear for a moment as she slowed her breathing. He finally took his fingers out and kissed the inside of her thigh as he smiled up at her. He didn't give her much recovery time as he kissed back up her body, stopping at her neck to suck a mark, his mark, just below her ear. Her hands travelled down his back, scratching as he ground against her.

He pulled away from her neck and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue inside and breathing out through his nose in a satisfied sigh. He was definitely taking his time, and this was all about her. Their hands roamed each other's bodies as they kissed, only taking short breaks to breathe and try different angles or nip at the other's lips. She felt Dean push his two fingers back into her and she gasped. Dean chuckled as he started to scissor his fingers open, stretching her slightly. She threw her head back and moaned, and he started to kiss and suck at her neck again, his lips and breath hot against her skin. He breathed her in as he added a third finger and pumped in and out of her, letting his thumb circle lazily around her clit. "You need to come again baby", he said into her neck. "Give me one more before you let me love you". She could feel herself get close again as he kissed her jaw, and he continued to whisper encouragements to her as he felt her come around his fingers.

"Fuck, Dean", she ran her fingers through her hair as she came down again, out of breath. "That was... yeah", she couldn't think straight at this point, she was so consumed by him. "I'm ready, I need you, please". He pulled back and grinned at her, happy with the knowledge that she was feeling good because of him.

"We'll go slow", he said as he lined himself up. He settled one of his hands beside her shoulder to hold himself up, while he lined himself up with her. He pushed the head of his cock into her, and waited as she moved her hips, trying to adjust to his width. "Are you okay?" He asked and she nodded.

"More, Dean", she said before he pecked a kiss to her lips. He pushed in further and let go of himself, using his free hand to grab her waist instead. They both moaned as he slowly eased himself inside, neither of them had ever felt so perfectly made for someone before. Once he was in as far as he could go, he looked into her eyes and stayed still, letting her get used to the feeling.

"You feel perfect", he said, bringing his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You are perfect". He pulled out slowly to the tip, feeling himself drag inside her, before pushing back in, monitoring her face for any sign of discomfort. She closed her eyes and grabbed onto his shoulders, pressing her finger tips into them.

"You... you need to keep going Dean", she said, lost in the closeness between them. She'd imagined this moment many times, she'd gotten off to this scenario in her head on a regular basis, but now that it was happening, now that Dean was so careful, and slow, and thoughtful, she wanted it to last forever. He began to pull out and push in at a regular pace, leaning down to kiss her lips, and her nose, and her cheeks as she felt his arms, his neck, his hair, and his face.

She couldn't tell whether the heat was coming from the fire or from the two of them, but they were both sweating. The room was filled with moans, groans, and grunts from both of them as they chased a climax, wanting to keep up with each other. When Dean felt her tighten he knew she was close again, and he fucked into her harder, wanting to come with her. His thrusts became more erratic as he got closer, and she gripped tightly onto his shoulders as she was being pushed up the couch with each thrust. When she came for the third time that evening, Dean came with her, inside her. He collapsed on top of her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She rubbed his back as she caught her breath, and could feel little kisses on her shoulder as Dean softened inside of her. He gently pulled out and rolled on the couch, pulling her on top of him. She leaned her head on his chest as their legs intertwined, and she just smiled as he kissed the top of her head. "I love you", he whispered, almost too quiet for her to hear.

"I love you too", she said as she kissed his chest. They were both exhausted, and at some point the blanket had fallen onto the floor, so Dean grabbed it and covered both of them with it. They both fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth and tiredness taking over. They knew their relationship had changed, and they knew that they'd have to talk about it, but for this evening, they would just enjoy each other. They just hoped that they'd wake up before Sam managed to get there in the morning.

The end

Dean Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @k-slla @lyarr24 @candy-coated-misery0731 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @pizzagirlxnsfwx @itburnslikehelltobevega @queenie32

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Doing Something About It

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Hi love your stories btw!!! I was wondering if you could do a request… on where the reader constantly teases dean with naughty texts and finally does something about like hard core smut please and thank you 🖤🖤

Note: 18+ only. Do not read this if you're under 18.

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Story:

[Y/N] was sitting at a table in a motel room, flicking through a book on vampires. She was currently on a hunt with Sam and Dean, a large vampire nest, but she was stuck in the motel after spraining her ankle the day before. She had her leg propped up and had her phone on the table, waiting for one of the guys to ask for some lore info. She was bored out of her mind. Vampires were her speciality, and yet she was reduced to acting as nothing more than a source of information for the time being. She hadn't even sprained her ankle while hunting, she'd tripped over a rock while getting out of the car in the motel's parking lot. A rock. Dean had made himself red in the face from laughing at her while Sam had carried her into the motel room. Sam was always sweet to her, while Dean constantly teased her. She teased him too, he was her best friend after all. If she was seriously injured she knew he'd be at her side in a heartbeat. He'd even tried to sell his soul to save her once. She knew he loved her. She loved him too. Being laughed at for having a sore ankle wasn't always appreciated though.

Neither Sam nor Dean had needed to call her for anything. Why would they? They must have taken down hundreds of vampires at this point; they knew what they were doing. She sighed, turning over another page with some more information that she already had catalogued away in her mind, when she glanced over at her phone. She smirked to herself and grabbed it, settling back in the chair and deciding that she was going to have a little bit of fun. She quickly opened her messages and went to her text history with Dean, laughing to herself as she read back over a recent conversation they'd had about Sam's defensiveness over kale.

[Y/N]: Guess what I'm doing right now in our motel room?;)

She didn't have to wait long for Dean to respond.

Dean: [Y/N], I'm in the middle of staking out a warehouse, not now.

[Y/N]: I got bored, so I decided to try on some of your clothes. That red flannel of yours feels very nice on my skin...

She waited a moment for a response. This was a common game for her, she loved teasing him. It was only teasing, they'd never actually done anything. Dean also, surprisingly, wasn't one to tease back. He'd flirt with random girls in bars but he didn't flirt with [Y/N]. She figured she just wasn't his type, and although she'd had a crush on him when they first met, she was content with friendship now. She did still like to tease though.

Dean: You better be joking [Y/N], I only brought one extra flannel on this case.

[Y/N]: It's so soft. It feels really nice. It's so long, it covers me completely, I don't even need to wear underwear with it...

She giggled as she watched a little 'Dean is typing' text pop up, but was confused when it suddenly stopped with no text. Her confusion didn't last long when a notification from Sam came in.

Sam: Whatever you're texting Dean, quit it. He's all flustered and distracted and I need him focused. We're about to head into the nest, I'll text you when we're on our way back. Behave.

She sighed but texted him back to wish them luck, then set her phone down and decided to try and hobble over to the bed and try to relax until they were finished with the hunt.

***

Sitting across from both of the Winchesters in a diner after yet another successful hunt, [Y/N] was nodding along to something Sam had started ranting about. Something to do with how the witch had messed up a certain line from a certain spell, but she wasn't really listening. They'd just spent the last week stuck in a small town, endlessly researching how to kill this particular witch; the last thing she wanted was more witch-talk. She glanced over to Dean, and she tried to hide a smile when she saw his vacant expression. He was also nodding along mindlessly as Sam went on, staring at the food that had just been placed on the counter that was almost certainly destined for their table. She wouldn't be surprised if he drooled when the waiter grabbed it and started to head towards them. He eagerly took his plate from the waiter, staring at the burger in front of him like he'd been starved for days. As Sam continued to ramble on, [Y/N] looked down at the phone she had on her lap beneath the table.

[Y/N]: Jesus Dean, wish someone would look at me like you look at that thing

Dean felt a buzz in his pocket just as he was about to pick up the burger, pulling him from his trance. He huffed and set the burger back down, reaching into his pocket to pull his phone out. He quickly read the text and glanced up at [Y/N], immediately trying to decipher her expression. She was clearly trying not to laugh, so he settled on glaring at her and shoving the phone back into his pocket. Before he could be interrupted again, he grabbed the burger and took a bite, moaning into it. [Y/N] stared at him, a sudden flash of heat spreading through her lower stomach down through her thighs. Is that what he sounded like in bed? What would that moan feel like against her neck? Her lips? Her inner thighs? Her...

"[Y/N]?" She blinked and looked to Sam. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah". He voice came out as a whisper and she cleared her throat. "Yeah, why?"

"You seemed zoned out". He shrugged and took a sip from the smoothie he'd ordered. "So I was thinking about this one word she said in that spell where she..." Sam continued to ramble on about the witch as [Y/N] heard Dean moan into his burger for a second time, this time pulling back to lick his lips. She looked down at her phone again.

[Y/N]: Do you want some alone time with it? Those noises you're making, I feel kinda jealous

Dean's phone buzzed and he looked up at [Y/N], maintaining eye contact as he pulled his phone out again and unlocked it. He glance down to read the text before looking back at her, but this time, her face was serious, no hint of a joke. He glanced sideways at Sam, who was oblivious to their private conversation, and began typing something back.

Dean: Think you could pull those noises from me Sweetheart?

She looked at her phone as soon as the message came in and felt her cheeks heat up. She liked to tease Dean a lot, but him teasing back was new and unexpected. He usually just rolled his eyes and told her to 'keep dreaming'. She quickly put the phone away and tried her best to ignore Dean and listen to Sam, but she was concentrating so hard that she couldn't keep up with what he was saying, and she kept having to force herself not to look over at Dean. She knew he'd be smirking at her.

***

It was late when the three of them arrived back to the bunker from a run in with a demon. It hadn't gone overly well, and the three hour drive back had been silent. As soon as they got out of the car, both Sam and Dean excused themselves to their bedrooms. [Y/N] decided she needed a bath to try and destress, and quickly made her way to the bathroom. She pulled out a basket that she kept in a cupboard under the sink, placing a few candles around the bath and lighting them, enjoying the floral scent they gave off. She turned off the lights to enjoy the dimness of the room, and once the bath was full of steaming water, dropped a bath bomb into it, momentarily mesmerised by the fizzing and colours. She set her toiletries down on the side of the bath and shrugged out of her clothes, setting them on a counter before stepping into the bath and letting herself be absorbed by bubbles and heat. She leaned her head back and rested it on the edge of the bath, and was just about to close her eyes when her phone buzzed. She reached out to grab it, and was surprised to find a text from Dean.

Dean: Where are you?

[Y/N]: Bath, why? Is everything okay?

Dean: Bath? And you choose now not to be a tease? Come on Sweetheart, I expected more from you

She stared at the text and frowned at it. Was he being serious or sarcastic? She couldn't tell. He'd been in a bad mood since the hunt, she didn't expect him to be up for any teasing or flirting this evening, she didn't think he'd even want to talk at all until the next day. Maybe it was the heat and bubbles going to her head, but she prepared what was going to be the most forward message she'd ever sent him. She sent him a photo of her knees sticking out from the bubbles. She didn't send any text with it, because she felt like whatever she said, it could be too forward. She felt nervous as she waited for a response, and a cold shiver ran through her when she saw he'd opened the message. Only moments later, the bathroom door opened.

"Dean!" She gasped, covering her breasts as he quickly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, hoping the bubbles would cover the rest of her. He stared at her with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes and slowly began to walk towards her, daring her to break eye contact first. "What are you doing in here?"

"What am I doing in here? I'm finally doing something about it". His eyes finally fell away from hers, only to land on her hand which was covering her chest.

"Doing something about what?" Her cheeks were heating up under his stare, she felt very exposed but admitedly excited at the same time. She never imagined Dean doing something like this. Well, she had actually imagined a situation like this, but she never thought it would actually happen. Dean Winchester was staring at her naked body, and he wanted her.

"The teasing, the flirting, the desire. I've had enough, I cannot keep ignoring it. You thought I'd be satisfied with a photo when the real thing is just down the hall from my room?" He chuckled, pulling the hem of his t-shirt up and off over his head. She allowed herself to look at his shirtless body. She'd stared at Dean's bare chest and stomach plenty of times before. She'd touched him while stitching him up after hunts, but this was different. He wasn't showing himself to her out of need, this was something he wanted. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, dropping it to the floor before pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them. She couldn't keep her eyes off him as he slowly hooked his boxer briefs with his thumbs and pulled them down, letting his cock slap up against his lower stomach. Now, this was something that [Y/N] had never seen. He was putting on a show and she was giving him her full attention.

She'd assumed he was well endowed judging from the looks she'd seen from girls leaving his car in the early hours of the morning whenever he hadn't come back to the motel room. It was different actually seeing him though, already hard and knowing it was because of her. "If you want to come clean and tell me you don't want this, and that all the teasing meant nothing, then now is the time". She finally looked back to his eyes and shook her head at him, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze as he leaned over her. He knelt down beside the bath, and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, his gaze softening. "I want to kiss you". He almost whispered, and she swallowed nervously, conscious that the bubbles were slowly starting to disappear. "The teasing, do you know what it does to me? Do you know how many cold showers I've needed to take because of you? How many embarrassing situations you've put me in with your texts while I'm out somewhere?"

"No". She shook her head. "I didn't think you liked me in that way".

"Are you kidding? Look at you, you're gorgeous [Y/N]. You're my best friend, I don't want to fuck that up, believe me. But I can't take it anymore, I want you. Please tell me you want me too". His hand dropped to her neck, his thumb lightly stroking her jaw. His green eyes were sparkling, reflecting the bubbles and flickering of the candles, and she found herself completely lost in them. She didn't even realise that she was leaning in towards him until his eyes closed and their lips touched. He brought his other hand up to grab the other side of her neck and he quickly deepened the kiss. She could feel the desire from him, it was like he just couldn't get close enough to her. She dropped her arms from around her chest and grabbed his face, water splashing back into the bath as she did so. The sound caught Dean's attention and he pulled away from her to look down and her now completely exposed body. He groaned and slid a hand down to lightly pinch one of her nipples before he began to grab and grope at her, listening to her moans and watching as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the side of the bath.

He suddenly let go and stood up, and she opened her eyes to see him reaching for her shoulders, pushing her forwards gently to give him room to step into the bath behind her. He carefully grabbed either side of the bath and lowered himself in behind her, slotting her in between his legs. Once he was seated, he wrapped his arms around her, either hand grabbing a boob each and pulling her back to lay against his chest. She lay her hands on his thighs either side of her and leaned her head back onto his shoulder, moaning as he leaned in to kiss her neck from behind. She could feel him hard against her lower back, and he slowly ground against her, the water in the bath rippling back and forth as he did so.

"Dean". She moaned as one of his hands started to glide down over her stomach, sinking beneath the water.

"Shhh, just let me take care of you". He mumbled into her neck. Her grip on his thighs tightened as his finger flicked over her clit and began stroking up and down over her entrance. He began to nibble at her neck and continued to massage her breasts with one hand as he slipped a finger inside her, groaning when he heard her gasp. "Fuck". He mumbled before grabbing her thigh and lifting it up, hooking it over his own to give him better access as he slipped another finger in and began to circle her clit with his thumb. Only a few minutes had passed but she could already feel that she was close. He kept pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace while keeping his thumb on her clit and his other hand alternating between her nipples, his tongue and lips exploring her neck and shoulder. There were so many sensations at once and it was all Dean. He was everywhere, and before she knew it her orgasm released waves of pleasure throughout her body, the heat from the water only prolonging it. As he felt her tighten around his fingers he murmured encouraging words to her, trying to get it to last as long as possible.

"You ready for me?" He asked after she relaxed back into his arms. He pecked her shoulder and ran his hands up and down her arms.

"Yes. God, yes Dean".

"Come here then". He manhandled her, though gently, turning her around and ignoring the water splashing over the side of the bath. She straddled him as he sat up and grabbed her hips, grinding her against him as she dropped her forehead against his. "Ride me [Y/N], I want you to ride me". His voice was deep but there was a slight whine to it, like he was begging while trying to keep an authoritive tone. He helped to lift her up in the water and she reached down to grab him, revelling in his moan as she slowly stroked him a few times before lining him up with her. She slowly sat down on him, both of them holding their breaths until the backs of her thighs hit the tops of his again. They both sighed in relief; it was a perfect fit. She held onto his shoulders as she lifted up slightly before sitting back down, the feeling of the water around her waist tickling slightly as the last of the bubbles popped against her skin. Dean was moaning as she lifted up again, he held her hips and pulled her forwards before pushing her back as she sat back down, trying to maximise the feeling of being inside her as much as possible.

He let his head fall back, leaning against the back of the bath and pulling her down on top of his chest as she continued to ride him. She let her hands drop from his shoulders and began exploring his arms, his chest, and his stomach, feeling the muscles underneath his skin tense as she moved. They were slow for a several minutes until he gripped her hips more tightly, stopping her and holding her in place before he thrusted into her, both of them groaning at the harder sensation. She lay down on his chest, pressing her breasts against him and began to kiss his neck and jawline as he continued to thrust into her. "Fuck, I'm close".

"So am I". She whispered into his ear and kissed him again as he reached back down to her clit and started circling it again. She could feel another orgasm building up, and although Dean kept his thumb on her clit steady, he was starting to chase his own orgasm with his thrusts becoming sloppier and firmer. Once she came again and moaned into his neck, he could feel her squeezing him, and he came inside her. He didn't think he'd ever cum that hard before and it lasted longer than he thought was possible, the sensation filling his entire body as he stopped moving and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. She could feel him softening inside her as she kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arms around her waist, just holding her. "That was..." She trailed off, not knowing exactly how to describe what had just happened.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was". He opened his eyes and looked up at her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and gazing into her eyes. He reached up to press another kiss to her lips and then kissed her nose, pulling a giggle from her. "We're definitely doing that again".

The end

Dean taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @k-slla @lyarr24 @candy-coated-misery0731 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @pizzagirlxnsfwx @angelwiththeshotgun

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actually something to me is emotional about vampire willow definitely being queer and definitely being a catalyst for willow's understanding of her own queerness but also distinctly not being a lesbian like. i have endless thoughts about willow's compulsory heterosexuality but also there's something so deeply tragic to me about the idea of willow frozen in time before she realizes she's a lesbian, making out with xander, the very emblem of all her comphet. like the doylist reaason for that being they didn't even for sure know if willow would be gay at that point and also i don't think they put that much thought into it honestly, but the watsonian explanation of willow dying and being frozen at a version of herself who never understands that she doesn't really want men, who is existing as the favorite vampire of her sire in a deeply patriarchal sire line, the master as kind of a stand in for giles, this representation of patriarchal approval ... vampire willow is free from the constraints of her human life and also bound to the exact insecurities and self-obfuscation that defined her human life. she is free to be queer but still not free to understand herself. she never gets to grow up. in the same way the slayer experiences too much and not enough adulthood, vampire willow is an all-powerful being who is in control of her life. and yet the master is in control of her life. and yet she does not have the freedom of selfhood or the time for self discovery to work out that she is a lesbian. and yet she will never grow past being a teenager, not ever. she is immortal and yet she dies so much earlier than she does in the universe where she is still human.

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Something Special - Dean Winchester (smut)

After watching SPN with @writethelifeyouwant this weekend, I needed to write a fic about Dean's "sex has always felt really good" monologue. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she doesn't get the hype around sex, Dean is set on showing her that it's something truly special

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), friends to lovers, just pure smut basically

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)

header and plot idea by @deathofpeaceofmind

No longer was (y/n) used to the calm beat of her heart, not urged on by the adrenaline thumping through her veins because she was chased by someone, or rather something. No longer was (y/n) used to sitting back with a smile tugging on her lips, allowed to take a few deep breaths without following either Dean or Sam to wherever they were called to. But tonight – for the first time in weeks – (y/n) found herself sitting next to Dean, head placed on his shoulder, hand holding onto a cold bottle of beer. The sounds of the movie the two were watching filled her room, but neither Dean or (y/n) found themselves concentrating on the plot, sharing jokes, thoughts, and questions as the minutes kept blurring by.

“You know,” (y/n) took another sip of her beer, eyes focused on the scene flickering on. The two main characters were about to tumble onto the mattress of their now shared bed, momentarily leaving (y/n) wondering how it must feel to be touched like this by Dean. “I never got the whole excitement about sex. I mean, yes, I guess it can feel good, but it’s nothing special.”

“What?” Dean’s raspy chuckles bubbled out of him, hand reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Nothing special? It’s the most special thing out there, sweetheart.”

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, drowning another sip before she placed the bottle down, fully turning towards Dean. His forest green eyes studied her as if he was trying to figure out if she was possessed, no longer able to guide herself. “Then please, enlighten me. What’s so special about it?”

“Fuck, the guys you’ve been with before must have sucked in bed, huh?” No longer were Dean’s eyes filled with the almost childish glee (y/n) found herself admiring whenever he didn’t notice her staring, no, by now they were filled with something rather serious, something that forced the hairs on her arms to rise. (Y/n) shuffled around, breaking eye contact for a second before she let go of a deep sigh.

“I don’t know, I mean, I never got close to an orgasm with them.” Dean’s warm hand found her chin, forcing (y/n) to look at him. For a few moments neither one of them dared to speak up, trying to communicate without sharing any words, listening to the silent whispers of their hearts like blind wanderers forced to rely on the whispers of the breeze, guiding them along uneasy paths. 

“Will you let me? You deserve to experience how good it can actually feel.” It was just a whisper, a sound so quiet (y/n) wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, and yet her curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she nodded her head, gasping in surprise as Dean’s plush lips found hers, kissing her without another warning. She was pulled into his lap, finding comfort close to his racing heart, to his strong thighs, and the hands that wandered up her spine to explore unfamiliar territory. 

Dean tugged her shirt over her head, dilated pupils flickering down to her chest, to the skin he kissed moments later. Every now and then their eyes met, just for a few seconds, and yet the seconds felt more sincere than any moments (y/n) had once shared with the men she had dated. But there had always been something special about Dean Winchester, the man that owned her heart without even knowing so.

“You see, sex has always felt really, really good. But, sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know?” Dean’s lips found their way back up to her throat while his hands worked on her bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground, taken from her before she could even try to cover herself up. “You’re drunk. You shack up. Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.” But, you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” The green colour of his eyes seemed to grow even greener as he sucked on her hardening nipples, set on leaving marks that would remind (y/n) of this very moment for days to come. 

“Dean,” she mewled his name, begging him to move down further. Another gasp ripped through her as Dean ground her core against his bulge, letting her feel how hard he was, just for her. Her clit was pulsing, secretly wondering if she’d be able to cum just like that, just from searching his closeness with most of their clothes still on. “More, please.”

“I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling all of each other. My hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds. I want you to feel that, all of it.” He chuckled at the desperate gaze swimming in her pupils, letting go of a soft “So impatient”. 

Dean clicked his tongue, flipping them around so that he could tower over her, hands tugging his own shirt over his head. Fuck, this wasn’t the first time (y/n) got to admire a shirtless Dean, and yet she had never dared to admire him for long, just a few seconds where he found himself distracted by something. But now Dean wasn’t distracted, no, he was awfully focused on (y/n), on the woman that would choke on his name in a few minutes. “I think I want you to cum on my tongue first, and then on my cock.”

“Oh fuck, do something, please.” His chuckles reverberated through the bedroom as he helped her out of her jeans, panties following shortly after. She was completely bare, naked for his eyes only, a sight so beautiful Dean found himself frozen. Both their hearts were racing, calling out to one another, very well knowing that this wasn’t just a quick hookup, not something they’d ever be able to forget. 

(Y/n)’s eyes followed Dean’s every move, watching him kiss his way down to her heat, eyes flickering up to meet hers as he brushed his tongue along her folds, moaning at her taste. She could already tell that this wouldn’t end like it had with the guys she had been with before, Dean would be able to make her cum in no time, pushing her over the edge before her mind could catch up with her body. 

Dean’s skilled fingers took care of her pulsing bundle of nerves, smirking against her skin as he dipped his tongue into her tightness. Her moans kept clawing through her, hands grasping her sheets in a desperate try to ground herself, unable to keep on breathing. Her body grew tense as she felt her orgasm creeping closer, forcing her to breathe faster, scared that she’d pass out from the tension now clinging to her. 

This very sensation had something so unfamiliar to it, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever get to experience this again, already addicted to the feeling of Dean’s tongue taking care of her every need. Her moans urged him on to add more pressure to his movements, tongue fucking her faster, in sync with the movements of his fingers. 

“Oh god, Dean, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” Her sobs left his heart roaring in pride, tugging on his muscles as he watched her come undone. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, teeth buried in her lower lip as she let the sensation wash through her, allowing her vocal cords to produce the sweetest sounds Dean has ever heard before. He found himself marvelling at her, wishing that he’d be able to grasp his phone, to take a picture of the pleasure drunken expression tugging on her features. 

Dean had always known that he was in love with her, and yet he had never dared to act on his feelings, preferring to secretly harbour a crush that was stronger than any emotion he was used to by now, instead of ending up with a broken heart and a broken friendship. But in this very moment, Dean found himself growing more confident, finally understanding that she was tied to him in the same way he was tied to her. 

“Dean,” a deep sigh left her as he pulled away, smirking down on (y/n) before he kissed her. “Fuck me, please.” 

“Such a good girl, I knew you’d love this, you deserve to be touched by someone who actually wants you to enjoy this.” Dean rose from the bed to tug his trousers down his legs, allowing (y/n) to take in the sight of his clothed cock, of the way his cock was pressed against the fabric of his dark boxers. Fuck, she had dreamt about this very moment for way too many times, wondering how he’d fuck her, how he’d push her closer and closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her. 

Dean rolled a condom down his cock before he aligned himself with her heat, fingers interlaced with hers before he slowly sank into her. Both needed a few moments to adjust, exhaling the tension tugging on their muscles, urged on by the emotions that made this very night more special than all others they got to live through before. 

(Y/n)’s trembling hand tugged Dean down to her, sharing a passionate kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved slowly at first, building up a rhythm that shot sparks down their spines, leaving them drowning in the heat thumping through their veins. 

“Shit, you feel so good.” Dean’s praises left her heart skipping beats, racing in her chest as if she was on another hunt, guided by the adrenaline rushing through her system. But this very moment wasn’t filled with the same kind of adrenaline she was all too used to, no, it had a new touch to it, allowing her to silence her racing thoughts. 

Her walls fluttered around his cock as his hand found its way back to her sensitive clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, very well knowing that they’d both cum any moment now. Heavy breaths left them, mixed with moans and groans that echoed through her bedroom, a sound that would forever cling to them, reminiscent like the emotions filling their bodies. 

“There we go, can feel you clenching my cock. Let go for me, sweetheart.” Dean’s raspy words pushed her over the edge, hands finding his shoulders to claw her fingernails into his skin. He fucked her through her high, staring down on her with a proud smirk before he followed her, releasing himself into the condom. 

Dean slowly pulled out of her, tossing away the condom before he searched her closeness again. For a few minutes neither of them dared to speak up, trying to catch their breaths with closed eyes and wandering fingers that stroked one another’s warm skin. With a kiss pressed to her forehead, Dean pulled (y/n) into his chest, tightening his grip on her. 

“You’re right, this is truly the most special thing ever.” 

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Let's makeout while you grind on me and quietly moan in my mouth

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Hugs and Kisses

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summmary: Dean's just smitten with you and finally gets up the confidence to tell you those three special words.

Warnings: none

You were chopping some vegetables when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

"Dean, I'm cooking."

"I know." He murmured.

He began to gently press light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

"Stop, that tickles." You said, though a smile was evident in your voice.

He grunted in response and continued to kiss you, nipping at your skin a bit.

"You're very distracting." You said as you set the knife down and turned to face him, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"Mhm." He was giving you that look that was reserved only for you.

It was soft, his face wasn't tense or frowning like it usually was. A smile graced his features, and his eyes were full of love.

"Do you want something, my love?"

"Maybe." His eyes flicked down to your lips.

"And what could that possibly be?"

You liked to make him ask outright. He always got a little sheepish about it, not used to wanting affection, let alone that type of affection. It made your heart flutter to see him shy and flustered.

"I think you know princess."

"Do I?" You grinned. You definitely did.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a few moments passed.

"Can I-can I kiss you?"

You grinned, "Yes Dean, you can kiss me."

Eagerly he leaned forward, lifting one hand to cup your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Dean loved kissing you, it was intoxicating. He loved feeling you smile against his lips, he loved feeling you kiss back. He loved holding you while he did, feeling you so close to him. There was a time when he never thought he'd be able to do this.

You hummed in contentment as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Your hands moved to run through his hair, he loved when you touched him so freely and lovingly.

Before, anytime he was touched by a woman it was sexual, they only want to get in his pants. But with you, you just wanted to touch him, to memorize the planes of his body and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He loved feeling your fingers run through his hair.

He gently pulled back, eyes taking in your face. The way you looked at him so adoringly.

"I love you." He said.

Both your eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

"Wait, shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-its too soon isn't it? Fuck y/n-"

"I love you too." You said quickly, before he could lose himself in his worries.

"Really?"

"Yes Dean. Really. I love you." You said softly.

You stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed in relief, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for awhile, content with standing in each other's arms.

"You're my world ya know," he finally said, lifting his head to meet your eyes, "You're my light, my life. You've given me so much and asked so little in return and I just...I'd do anything for you."

"Dean..."

"You don't have to say anything. You love me too, and that's made me happier than I've ever been. I don't think I could get much happier than this."

He was smiling so hard, his eyes were full of love, and he was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered.

And he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"Now," he said as he pulled back, "Why don't I help you finish up dinner?"

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You Deserve Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sometimes Dean needs reassurance that you love him

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing (1x), Dean talking bad about himself :(

Authors Note: Back at it again with my vulnerable Dean. This man just wants to be loved | The italics are dream world | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

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Simple Man, Dean Winchester x reader

Pairings: Dean winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Cuteness

Tags: Fluff

Summary: Dean never thought he’d be one to appricate the small touches you give him, but he loves it more than he cares to admit.

10:00 am

You were tired, not for any reason but the cold air around you. You exited you and Deans shared room, with a blanket folded on your arms and your computer.

You weren’t sure where Dean was but at least you knew Sam would be huddled at the table, researching cases to wits end. Making your way through the brick laid bunker, your feet padded on the cold concrete floors.

“Sam,” you said in a sing song voice, before you came to the library area. As you looked up, you met eyes with a tired looking Sam, you knew he wasn’t sleeping well but you also knew he took care of himself better than anyone could.

“Hey,” He said, before turning his eyes back onto the screen in front of him.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, placing your laptop at the table across from Sam and your blanket on the chair.

“Kitchen,” Sam said, still clicking away on his computer, you sighed and made your way to the kitchen, the chills were getting to you, perhaps you should have layered up more.

As you arrived in the kitchen, you noticed a hunched over Dean staring at a book in front of him.

“Hey handsome,” you said walking up to him, he turned around and gave you the same smile he always did - the one that reminded you how lucky you are to be loved by Dean Winchester.

“Morning, Sweetheart,” Dean said, turning his body, anticipating the hug you always gave him in the mornings - Dean never thought he’d be the type of man to like being hugged but every morning when he would wake up before you, he counted the minutes until you eventually found him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You walked up to him, and pressed your body against his, breathing in the scent as you lifted yourself by the tiptoes and held him - Dean wrapped his arms around your back and mumbled a quiet “i love you” into the nape of your neck.

“What are you up to today?” You asked, lightly pulling yourself away from him to look up into his eyes, his smile caused the lines around his eyes to crinkled as he looked down at you.

“Was waiting for you to decide,” He said, bringing his face in to kiss your lips. Your soothing hand touched his cheek as he continued to smile against your lips.

“There’s a farmers market, half an hour from here - we could go check it out?” You said, breaking away from your embracing and picking up a glass cup to get a drink of water.

“A farmers market?” Dean asked with a small groan.

“Yep,” you said with the pop of your lips, leaning your back against the kitchen counters, the cool metal pressed through the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Okay, I’ll get ready,” he said, with a nod as he began to clean up the mess he had made on the counters. You giggled at how quickly he agreed to go with you, normally you’d have to plead but today he was in a good mood you figured.

You came up beside him and placed a small kiss against his upper arm before turning around and walking toward your room.

11:00 am

You were glad you layered up because the cold air hit you like a brick. You breathe turned cold as the air froze around you. Dean opened the car door for you before opening his own and taking a seat, turning up the heater.

You took a seat and turned the radio on, blasting his favourite Led Zeppelin song. He smiled at you before turning around to back out of the garage.

“I need to get some ugly sweaters,” You said, turning your body to face Dean, bringing your you legs to cross on the seat.

“What why?” Dean asked, scrunching up his face him faux disgust.

“For Sam- he’s been working really hard, lately,” You said, taking Dean’s hand from the gear stick and onto your lap, you held his cold palms against your own, rubbing them together to warm you both up.

Dean chuckled at your remark, the thought of Sam in a stupid sweater made you both smile.

He wrapped his fingers through yours giving them a little squeeze as his smile grew, silence consumed the car as you played with his fingers. He would occasionally turn his head to look at you as you met eyes with him and smiled back.

11:45 am

You and Dean stepped out of the car, the cold air wondered around you as you made your way over to him. You took his hand in yours and huddled up close to him, to keep you both warm. You wished the scarf around your neck was thicker as you walked toward the stalls with a glint of anticipation in your eyes.

Picking up the first green and red sweater you saw, you decided it was perfect. Dean pulled out his wallet and handed the shop owner at 10 dollar bill before placing an arm around your shoulders.

“We should get some fresh eggs,” You said, leading you and Dean toward the chicken coups, where there were cartons of eggs displayed.

“Two, thanks” Dean said to the shop owner as he paid and you watched him bag the cartons.

“You look handsome today,” You said, admiring his face and furrowed eyebrows.

“I always look handsome,” He mumbled, with a coy smile playing on his lips. You brought your lips to his as you kissed the smile of his face, “and you always look beautiful,” his comment made you blush - your cheeks turned more red than they already were.

“What else do you need,” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Let’s just look around,” He smiled against your forehead.

For the remainder of the market, Dean watched, lovingly, as you bought things and picked things up. He hadn’t had many perfect days but today was probably the best he’d had in a long time. He would never admit it to you but when you touched him, his hands, his face - he felt more loved than he had in a long time.

He didn’t need much to be happy but you gave him so more than you would ever know. He was a simple man, he didn’t need much but he knew he would always need you.