#12daysofspnkinkmas2023
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— GIMME HALF
REQUEST : “hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap (legal obv) with female!reader × dean winchester where the reader is like in her 20s and dean's in his 40s :) just some rough smut with choking and hair pulling and spitting (if you're comfortable with it) and dean being like super "hungry" for her, like he's waited a long time for it to happen. also lots of dirty talks cause i absolutely love them hahah :) anyways im in love with your writing and all your stories! thanks a lot! <3” — anonymous
PAIRING : dean winchester x professor!reader (f.)
CHARACTERS : miracle, sam winchester
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, enemies to lovers, age gap, voyeurism, smut, oral sex, p in v, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, rough sex, spitting
WORD COUNT : 8.4k
A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — chair sex and food play. I wrote this half-asleep while listening to ASMR, like… that’s how I write most of my stories, plus, they’re always written between 00.00-02.40. Doctor Who references, ‘cause I’m a nerd. I got carried away…. Cliffhanger bc I’m cruel.
There were countless pros and cons to having houses built so close together with windows facing the same direction.
Pros: Accidentally seeing your hot neighbour walk around naked in the living room and kitchen. Accidentally catching your hot neighbour jerk off when they think that everyone’s asleep.
Yup, she’s seen all of that and more. All from that nameless, freckled, green-eyed man next door.
Even wholesome things, like him playing with his cute dog, babying the little rascal and spoiling it. Him cooking and baking, being wholeheartedly content with feeding it to the tall, Hazel-eyed puppy dog of a man, the tall man’s gorgeous deaf wife, and his tiny adorable son; the blue-eyed, dreamy dude in a trench coat; and that endearing young boy with blue eyes who looked like a combination of all three of the men.
There were times where she’d seen the green-eyed man dressed as a cowboy and even a princess to entertain the little baby boy—his nephew. For sleepovers with him, he’d read him bedtime stories while being completely animated. He’d build a bunch of forts, with sheets, the couch, pillows, and some Christmas lights. He'd talk to the little boy and hold serious conversations despite neither of them being able to understand each other. He’d teach the young boy and the baby boy how to fix cars—at least he tried to. He’d pack his best friends' lunches every morning with his hair unkempt, half asleep, while sipping on some coffee. He’d even take naps with the baby, treating him as his own son.
He’d do ridiculously endearing things, too, such as baking bread at night when he couldn’t sleep. He'd read books only when he was alone, as if he’d be made fun of by his friends, and she finally understood why. They were either romantic, erotic, or completely nerdy and abstract. He had range. He’d watch cheesy soap operas and rom-com k-dramas when he did chores. He loved to collect things such as Pokémon cards and even legos.
There were a million things he did that she thought were cute. The windows into his house were like the screens of a television, like her favourite character, she got to see him when he’s relaxed and surrounded only by those who love him
As for the cons, we’ll get to that…
When they first moved in, it was about three and a half years ago. She’d been visiting her family in Kansas City for her oldest brother’s birthday in June.
When she returned to Lebanon, they had already settled down. There was a brown and beige Ford pickup truck, a black Subaru—both parked in the front, and a sleek black Impala in the driveway.
The youngest, Jack, waved at her one day when he returned with Cas after buying groceries. Then, Cas awkwardly introduced himself and Jack, and gave her the names of the other two men who were brothers, Sam is the tall one and Dean was the freckled one.
Sam was the most social one. He’d spark up conversation with her whenever he saw her, dropping bits and pieces of information about himself, his brother, his fiancée, Cas, Jack, and Dean’s loyal dog, Miracle.
After seven months of living together, Sam moved out with his wife, Eileen. They’d just gotten married, and they both invited her. She’d gone, the wedding was pretty, cute, and modest. Y/n had spoken to a few of their close family and friends. Dean, however, kept to himself the whole night as if he were grieving. He’d smile occasionally if any of his friends came to him, he was enthusiastic, and then he'd go back into himself.
Four months later, Sam and EIleen returned; she was pregnant. It was a boy, he’d planned on naming him after his big brother, which Y/n thought was adorable. He hadn’t told his brother, but planned on telling him the day his son was born.
Y/n could tell Dean had mixed feelings about his brother’s departure, mostly negative feelings. He loved Eileen and his nephew. But when it was just him, Cas, and Jack, he'd often drink, despite concerned, useless interventions with Cas. Unless Sam, Eileen, and his nephew were there. He’d never even glance at that top-shelf cupboard.
The good thing was that at least Dean was a happy drunk.
The first time she interacted with Dean was a few weeks after she’d returned from Kansas City, she assumed two things: his heart was closed off to new people, and he’s one hot, irritating, grumpy, sour, old man.
It was the spring semester at Kansas University. Y/n was grading her students’ creative, personal essays in the office downstairs. She was perplexed by the small percentage of her students and their inability to use proper grammar or follow the thorough, detailed checklist she created to get them to pass easily.
Just when she thought she’d gotten great at making their lives easy, they return the shittiest, half-assed essays. She felt bad for the bad grades, but since the rest of her students managed to get perfect scores or at least proficient scores, she couldn’t just let them pass.
Loud banging on the door startled her from reading an impressive essay. Her blood ran cold and she scrambled up from her rolling chair, ignoring that she pushed it halfway across the room.
Her socked feet were quiet on the wooden floor, making her way quickly down the hallway until she got to the shelf where she kept her gun. She pressed it against the door and looked through the peephole, then relaxed when she saw Dean.
She was irritated by the loud knocking, though, regardless of how cute he looked when he was clearly pissed off. She opened the door and set the gun down on the table where she usually placed her keys.
“Lady, have you seen the mess you made outside?” Dean asked her, pointing behind him. She stared at him, stunned by how much prettier he looked up close. Her cheeks turned hot, but she looked past him trying to see whatever he was pointing at.
She looked at her red Mustang parked in the front as a reminder to restock the kitchen, then looked close to where his house was. She winced at the mud and the running water from her hose going into his nice lawn.
“Shit,” she murmured, toeing her socks off before moving past Dean to turn the hose off. She got distracted by the mud and the puddles as she pulled the hose, and coiled it back where it should have been. It’s been a while since she last let her bare feet feel this beneath, the smell of wet dirt was amazing, even when it wasn’t caused by rainfall.
“Do you always do shit like this?” He asked from behind, his tone harsh.
She frowned when she turned to look at his furious face, careful to not touch her forehead with her muddy hands when she used her wrist to move hair away from her face.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised, tilting her head at him. He just rolled his eyes at her, then he stared at his lawn, and ran his hand down his face. “Did I do somethin’ else to piss you off?” She asked, looking around to see if there’s anything else she may have forgotten.
“One, your cat’s too damn loud, crying and meowing for my damn dog when you let him out,” he started, which made her blink in confusion. She didn’t expect something like that to get on his nerves. “And B, why the hell do you have cameras facing my place?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, her ego being injured fueled her anger and defensiveness. “Okay, listen, Doctor Who, I said I was sorry, okay?” She could tell her words stunned him by the furrowing of his brows in bewilderment, disarming him and shutting him up. “It’s not my fault your dog likes my cat, too. And the cameras are off, they’re there to scare people, so fuck off,” she snapped before she stop herself.
Dean scoffed at her, “fuck you.” She rolled her eyes at him this time, staring daggers into his back when he turned around to get to his home.
“If you’d fuck me, maybe you wouldnt be such an asshole.” Her snide words made him freeze. He laughed dryly and he turned to face her once more, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Pretty sure I’d still hate you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, crossing his own arms. That stung, even if she didn’t know him personally and half the time she spent romanticising him based on the little bit of information she had. “And I’d rather go fuck some other chick.” She clenched her jaw and breathed in slowly, angry heat began rising up her neck the faster her heart started to beat.
Entirely unintended, she venomously spat, “according to your brother, you haven’t been lucky enough, and you’re not going to be.”
“You talking to my brother about my sex life?” He stepped closer to her, his nostril flaring in anger. Betrayal and hurt crossed his features and she realised her mistake.
“No, just overheard him ‘cause you’re an overbearing douchebag,” she lied smoothly. Truth was, Sam and Eileen did accidentally—drunkenly—tell her how hard it was for Dean to maintain a serious relationship for more than three months. They don’t remember sharing that information. It was easy for her to casually ask about Dean’s love life and availability, masking her attraction to Dean as mere surprise as to how the younger brother got married before the older one. “Makes sense now why no one will sleep with you,” she laughed mockingly, stepping closer to him defiantly.
His face was red now, too. Angry, offended, he rolled his eyes at her smug face and body language. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“Sure, yeah, if that makes you feel better,” she snorted, patting his very nice, broad shoulder with her muddy hand as she made her back into her house. Preoccupied by the small mud-print on his beige Henley, he couldn’t get the last word in or stop her from leaving him flustered in her swampy driveway.
That was the start of a horrible relationship with her neighbour. The neighbour she had a crush on.
He found all kinds of reasons to complain. Big and small. And she secretly did things to piss him off, occasionally sabotaging his plans.
The thing was that deep down, she still liked him, but he made her so angry and frustrated. And it felt good to see him angry and frustrated by things she caused either on purpose or accidentally. Any attention was better than no attention.
Eventually, that all changed. The fun, the it’s-better-than-nothing feeling, it didn’t last. Fourteen months later, she stopped the cruel games and decided to avoid him completely.
When her friends offered to take her out, she agreed, even if she wanted to stay home. If Dean was home, she made sure to never say no to them, and sometimes she’d offer to take them out. Wherever.
She’d started to grade at the cafe, library, or the diner, even if Dean went to all those places often. At least he wouldn’t say anything there around all those people.
When she grew closer to Sam, Cas, and Jack, she’d find excuses not to go over to Dean’s when they offered either food, game nights, movie nights, or random hangouts. They started to notice too—the tension, the avoidance, the hostility—and they’d go over to her place instead, often without Dean, who’d choose to go out to avoid staying home alone.
It was awful. The rejection started to hurt, yet, he had her heart in the palm of his hand. Deep down, she knew that Dean wasn’t a bad person; he just didn’t like her.
Eventually, Dean ended his animosity, too, and everything went back to ‘normal’. She slowly started to reject offers from her friends to test the water, stayed home to grade, and didn't permit her cat to leave even if it cried for an escape. If she took him out, it was with a leash she eventually got him to get used to.
They ignored each other when they crossed paths—in the driveway, at the grocery store, at diners, at the cafe. They acted like complete strangers. She’d keep her curtains closed, at least she did for the windows that face his house. She made her presence as unnoticeable and as invisible as she could to prevent causing more damage to each other.
Then, about two months ago, on Halloween, Sam, Eileen, Cas, and Jack went to her house to collect candy. Sam made a point of staying back while the rest of them walked to where Dean was waiting—looking anywhere but at her house—to convince her to go to his and Eileen’s place for Thanksgiving.
He was honest, cute, wide hazel eyes attempting to convince her to try and make amends with Dean. She didn’t doubt it, when he told her that Dean felt guilty, but her pride was bruised, and her heart was broken. She told Sam she would be visiting her own family for that holiday. She omitted that she’d be going to her mother’s house a few miles away, still in Lebanon. And she easily convinced her mother to let her stay the rest of the week until she had to go back to work.
Now, Christmas was near—in four days, to be exact. It wasn’t the holiday spirit that made her change her mind, it was the hurt and the exhaustion of planning her life around avoiding Dean.
So, she called Sam, she asked if he could do anything to get Dean alone tomorrow.
For the rest of the day, she would start to prepare everything—even though it was Dean who created the mess—she was willing to make the first move and hopefully meet him halfway.
She couldn’t lie that she felt embarrassed by how excited she was to see Dean. She couldn't even differentiate the meaning of the butterflies in her stomach, but she powered through her fluttering heart and her shaking hands as she prepared everything before going to see him.
She considered not doing it at all, calling it quits—but the consequences of that quickly made her miserable. That would just mean more avoidance, more hiding, more changing everything about herself to make him happy.
All of this over one little misunderstanding. One bad day where her mouth ran without consulting her brain first ruined what could have otherwise been a good friendship—perhaps even a romantic relationship.
She was twenty-six and just like Dean, she hadn’t had a serious relationship since… Well, ever. The last time someone convinced her to date them was in highschool, and even before that, it took her a month—or less—to figure out she wanted nothing to do with them. She didn’t like the people she dated. She realised quickly that she didn’t even want a future with them, she didn’t even allow them to kiss her or touch her. So she figured that if she didn’t want to marry them, what was the point of wasting her time?
For so long, the first thing she thought of when she felt attracted to someone was: can I stand the thought of their touch? Can I see myself kissing them, letting them kiss me? Can I stand the thought of the fights and staying with them through thick and thin? Can I picture myself with them in the future, permanently?
The answer was always ‘no’ and the attraction died immediately after the realisation.
With Dean, the answer was different. Not for some stupid reason, like fate, or the boy-next-door trope. No. This was reality, and the real reason was the fact that she got to see who he was before she was attracted to him.
It was the selflessness, the love in everything that he did, the gentleness of his heart, the kindness that radiated from him, and the ease in the way he did chores, the way he made his friends laugh, his playfulness, the loyalty, the way he was clearly protective.
It was the open windows of her house into his open windows that let her see through him, down to his very beautiful core. It was the lack of hidden things, the openness of his soul because he felt safe, unwatched. It was real because Cas, Jack, and Sam were proof that even though Dean wasn’t perfect, he was worth it.
The Doctor did say once: the good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
For the first time, she was willing to take a chance.
She smoothed down the silky emerald-green dress. It was pretty, flowing down her body perfectly, stopping at the middle of her calves…. Actually, now that she looked at herself in the mirror, her curls perfectly maintained, the light touch of makeup, the heels… was it too much?
She ignored those anxious thoughts and made sure she had everything she needed and everything that she prepared before stepping out into the cold.
The spaghetti straps didn’t stop the cold, but the heat of her nervousness at least did something as she walked up to his door and waited after knocking gently.
When he opened the door, he was stunned to see her.
“What?” He asked bluntly.
She could tell that the way she was dressed caught him off guard. His eyes moved from her face, up to her hair, back down to the boxes in her hands, and lower to her feet.
“I’ve got pie,” she said the first thing her mind thought of. Yes, it was blunt, yes, it disarmed him further… It was not smooth, but Dean looked behind him, and then he looked at her once more while biting his lip before opening the door wider, and stepping out of the way for her to enter.
She exhaled shakily as he scratched the back of his neck. Out of habit, she slipped out of her heels before stepping inside his home, planting her bare feet on the soft, long rug he had. He kindly, wordlessly, took her heels from outside and placed them on the shoe rack he had inside before shutting the door behind her.
She felt so… warm. Finally, she was inside the place she longed to be in. Right where Dean was. Along the walls there were dozens of pictures, but she didn’t go too far, she waited for him.
She felt his presence behind her and it made her shiver, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him. Instead, she stared at photos of him with Cas, Sam, Jack, and other people she hadn’t met. Women and Men. Dean was smiling in all of them. And in a large majority of them, they were looking at him while he looked at the camera.
What a funny thing.
“Here,” he said from behind her, his deep voice sounded soft, gentle, unlike the last time they spoke to each other. It made her shudder. “Let me help.” She slowly braced herself when she turned around, staring into his beautiful green eyes, illuminated magically by Christmas lights.
“Thanks,” she whispered, carefully loosening her grip on the objects in her hand for him to take what he wanted—which was everything.
She stepped to the side when he murmured, “no problem,” and started to walk off to the kitchen. She followed him slowly, took a look around, respectfully, curiously, just when she heard the clicking of nails and the thump of paws on wooden floors, and the bark of his dog headed in their direction.
“Miracle,” Dean grunted, setting everything down on the table, “not inside.” While the fluffy dog did stop its excited running, his enthusiasm was not lost as he wagged his tail, and playfully got down on his stomach in front of her feet. Still on his belly, Miracle approached Y/n slowly, paws and tongue at her toes, as if testing the waters.
“Hey,” she greeted softly as she squatted slowly and laughed quietly, gently scratching Miracle’s head as he nudged her hand with his wet nose, staring up at her with adorably wide eyes—much like Sam did. “You’re so cute,” she cooed, her heart warming up when Miracle barked quietly.
He then jumped up and turned towards Dean, who was watching them—perplexed, happy, conflicted.
“You were asleep,” Dean scolded, but sweetly took Miracle’s head in his hands and kissed him between his ears. Miracle whined and stepped away, sitting in front of Dean as if saying ‘I’ll be good if you let me stay’. “Whatever,” Dean groaned with a smile, which made Miracle happy, because he laid his cheek on his paw and stared up at Dean, resting.
Now, it was awkward.
Dean caught her staring at him, her expression inquisitive. She cleared her throat awkwardly, but she couldn’t form words. She only now noticed that he was wearing a faded black shirt and hotdog pyjama pants.
“So…” Dean began instead, “pie.” It wasn’t any better, but it’s as she always said: it was better than nothing.
“Yes,” she confirmed, “strawberry… you weren’t getting ready for bed…?” She inquired, tipping her chin in the direction of his attire.
“Not to sleep,” he reassured her, taking a few steps toward the cupboards to pull out two plates, glass cups, and then some utensils from the lower drawer. “Why are you doing this?” Dean asked quietly from where he was across the kitchen, everything still in his hands.
“I deserve better that’s why,” she snapped. He blinked at her, guilty, but she paused and took a deeper breath. Careful to not smear her eyeliner, she rubbed her temples instead. She reached behind her to wrap her ankle around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit down. “Sorry, I don’t like… being angry,” she breathed out, looking out his kitchen window into her dark living room. She switched the Christmas lights off. “It's very stressful because I…” She turned to look at him and forgot her words as he came closer.
He looked cuter in person and prettier, still. Three years and nothing has changed, he still had her heart right in his hand.
“Why?” He pressed, placing everything down on the table in front of her. Looking up at him felt intimidating, so she averted her gaze. He was much older than she was… it made her… feel dumb. See-through. Like he could figure her out in seconds.
“Because I’m friends with your friends,” she admitted without looking at him, then she reached out to arrange the plates, cups, and utensils. He sat down thoughtfully, and watched her unstack the small boxes she brought over.
“You’re doing this for them,” he laid out flatly, but he took a seat next to her and stared at her. His eyes on her made her self-conscious, flustered. She bet he could see everything, all the ugly and the weird in her.
“I’m doing this for me,” she corrected him gently, “I just want to be happy,” she sighed, removing the plastic wrap she placed over the pie she baked. “Is that selfish?” She wondered out loud, taking the knife, she stared at it.
“No,” Dean sighed, wrapping his hand around hers to take the knife. She inhaled sharply at the warmth of his touch, his calloused palms brushing against the back of her hand, sending warmth over her chest, pressing into her wrist with her heart excitedly pounding against her ribs.
She released the knife into his hold, trying to hide how much he affected her, but she doubted she could fully do that with the Christmas lights exposing the blush she could feel on her face. She could feel her veins pumping blood faster, caught up with the heavy beating of her heart. If he looked down at her neck, he could probably see it in her veins.
She looked away, down at Miracle who was still peacefully laying on his belly, and Dean looked away towards the beautiful pie to start slicing into it.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, taking her plate to give her the first slice. She looked up at Dean, taking the plate with a generous slice of strawberry pie.
“I wanted to be the first to say it…” She complained playfully, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but his beauty was intimidating, forcing her to look away, “soon as my ego stopped being sensitive,” she added.
Dean laughed softly, placing his own slice on his plate. The sound of his laugh made her smile, her stomach flipped with elation, at the crinkles by his eyes. Her breathy exhale made him look at her.
“Well, I’m forty-four, my ego’s been bruised enough times,” he told her, “I don’t care much for it when…” he trailed off and chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. She bit her lip, too, trying not to stare too long at his pretty mouth.
“Well, thanks,” she murmured, her jaw twitching as she looked away from him.
“I’d consider all this an apology,” he told her, gazing at her as she opened two rectangular boxes. She smiled, shaking her head. She pulled out a bottle of homemade eggnog along with a decorated jar filled with white frosting, and a small container with crushed peppermint candy. “This isn’t… poisoned, right?” He teased, still watching her while she opened the bottle of rum eggnog, she tilted her head at him, amused. “Just making sure… you did make all this…” he trailed off, impressed.
“Taste the pie,” she encouraged as she started making the drinks.
“You’re just trying to shut me up,” he chuckled gruffly, but he picked up his fork and started to dig in. The strawberry filling barely touched his tongue when he moaned, she watched him not even begin to chew. His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes, savouring the pie.
It made her blush, but she focused on covering the rim of the cups he brought with the whiskey frosting she made and the peppermint candy shavings before filling it with eggnog.
“You made the frosting, too?” He asked, tipping his head towards the jar. His mouth was full, some strawberry filling dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he picked it up with his tongue. She licked her lips, trying to stop herself from breathing airily, and passed him the eggnog with a nod and slid the jar of frosting towards him to serve herself some eggnog.
Dean dipped his finger into the frosting, collecting a large amount before wrapping his lips around his finger to suck the frosting off. She forced herself to look away from how hot he looked and ate her own slice of pie instead.
“I’ve seriously been missing out,” he murmured regretfully. “I was real childish,” he told her, “I never should’ve gotten pissed over… everything-”
“Dean,” she interrupted him, giving him a sheepish smile, “you already apologised and I forgive you. Besides, I did things, too.. on purpose… so, I’m sorry.” She pursed her lips and took a sip from her eggnog, swiping her tongue along the sweet frosting.
“You did things on purpose?” He repeated, a smirk on his face. She breathed out a laugh and nodded bashfully. “Why?” he wondered, leaning into her curiously, subtly moving his plate of food towards her. She considered being blunt, but she chose to test him instead.
“Probably the same reason you got pissed at everything I did and didn’t do,” she laughed, pulling a piece of strawberry out of the pie to put it in her mouth.
“I doubt that,” Dean muttered, picking up his own drink, and taking a large gulp. She eyed him closely, her eyes becoming hooded when he licked across his lips after drinking to collect the thin layer of sweetened alcohol on his mouth.
“What was your reason then?” She wondered flirtatiously, her voice low and seductive. She pushed her plate away with her arm., and mimicked his body language, scooting forward in the chair.
She watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his hand tightening around his fork before he dropped it. She’d never quite been stared at that way before, but it suddenly—almost, made her laugh. Her legs felt weak, her stomach heavy, almost fooling her into thinking she couldn’t get up, but she did.
With a rapid heart and shaky knees, she pushed her chair back, and Miracle lifted his head in alarm. Dean leaned back in his chair, sliding his palms up his thighs, and watched hungrily as she lifted her dress up her legs, squeezing in front of him and part of the table to sit on his lap.
“Seems like we’ve both been missing out on a lot of stuff,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering for a variety of reasons, but mostly from excitement. He bit his lip, eyes twinkling as he placed his hands slowly on her thighs. She sank her teeth down on her lip, too, breathing heavily when his hands began sliding up her thighs, lifting her dress higher, and higher.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, continuing to move her dress up until his hands were wrapped around her hips where he could realise she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I thought I should tell you, before I ruin you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on her hips.
“Fuck,” she moaned, moving forward in his lap until their hips were pressed together. She brought her hands into his hair, and pulled it gently, bringing her mouth close to his, but she never kissed him. She breathed against his lips and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly.
“You’re seriously gonna make me wait?” He whispered, slowly rolling his hips up into her, his hard cock pressing into her wet core. She gasped softly against his mouth and laughed breathlessly.
“You feel good,” she praised, flushing as she ground against him harder.
“I’d feel better inside you,” he smirked, sliding one of his hands farther up her dress, his warm palm flattening up her stomach reverently, stopping beneath her breasts..
“I bet,” she moaned, arching into his touch before finally pressing her tinted lips against his. Dean moaned softly against her mouth, pressing against her hungrily, then lifted her up, carefully moving his plate and cup aside to lay her down on the table.
“Miracle, bed,” Dean ordered when he pulled away from her lips. The dog obediently stood up and excitedly made his way to where Dean’s room was. Dean kissed her once more, drawing her attention away from Miracle and back to him.
She’d never been kissed the way Dean kissed her or touched the way Dean touched her. His hands were everywhere, testing, learning, skillful. He scratched her skin sending sparks down to her already soaked core, kneading her body roughly until she moaned against his mouth. He squeezed her and made her wet. He dug his blunt nails into her and made her nerves ignite. His hands smoothed across her, sailing over her body like she were an ocean and he was a sailor.
He was desperate, devouring her mouth with his tongue and his teeth, putting his all into the kiss, licking her lips, teasing the inside of her mouth, brushing against her warm tongue. He yearned to memorise the taste of her mouth, to feel close to her, pressing and moaning against her the way he’d done when he ate the pie and frosting. He nibbled on her lips, tugging, biting, claiming, taking the air from her lungs and pulling away at the perfect time.
He rolled his hips into her frantically and finally started to move away from her now-swollen lips, the colour of her raspberry tint robbed and replaced by the redness of his kiss.
He dragged his teeth teasingly along her jaw and licked his way down her neck, pressing his stubbled face into her neck, kissing and sucking softly, searching. She rolled her head to the side, giving him all the access he needed, until finally, she moaned loudly when he sucked into her sweetspot. He smiled against her throat, feeling her take handfuls of his shirt, her hips wiggling impatiently beneath him.
He kissed lower still, then back up to the other side of her neck, and bit her collarbones, kissing every inch of her skin, her shoulders and her sternum. She loved every second of it and slipped her hands beneath his shirt, touching and scratching his skin, pulling him closer as he bucked into her bare core.
“Did you know your shirt was see-through when we first met?” He whispered into her cleavage. She laughed and replied with a breathless ‘no’. “Well.. your tits on display, legs bare in those tiny shorts, all pissed as hell… it was hot,” he chuckled, lowering the thin straps of her dress until the top started to reveal her breasts.
“Is that why you jerked off that night?” She asked, gripping his hair and tugging hard. He grunted and laughed, staring into her lustful eyes.
“You saw?” He teased, bringing his hand to her breast, squeezing roughly. “The answer’s yes.. And everytime after that, it was also ‘cause of you,” Dean confessed, “couldn’t stop thinking about you, every day and every night. I thought I hated you, but I guess I just needed to fuck you.”
She chuckled, gripping the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body as he latched onto her nipple. She hummed softly, tugging hard at his hair, in complete bliss as he wrapped his mouth around the bud, licking, sucking, and biting until she whimpered for him to give her more—which was impossible. He moved onto her other breast, savouring her warm skin with his hotter mouth, tugging her neglected nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching.
“Please,” she moaned, yanking his hair so he’d pull away. Dean growled against her flesh and bit down hard on her breast, before pulling away, drawing a mewl from her of his name.
“You could be nicer,” he muttered, allowing her to lift his shirt up off his body, but he continued to kiss her breasts, sucking gently around the flesh to leave red marks. He lifted her feet up on the table and pressed her thighs close to her chest, opening her up to admire her soaked sex.
“We’re long past nice, pretty boy,” she teased blushing and biting her lip when he stood up straight. She didn’t look at him, too insecure to watch him as he brought his hand to the inside of her thighs, teasing her vulva.
“You think I’m pretty?” He grinned, circling her entrance, moaning at copious amounts of arousal on his fingers. “So wet… you that needy for my cock inside you?” He asked smugly.
She looked at him now, heat flooding up her face at his obscene words. Before she could say anything about it, the tattoo on his chest drew her attention away from the adorable pride on his face.
“You’re a hunter,” she stated, stunned, blinking at him with a smile. He looked down at himself then at her, speechless. She lifted her hips and hitched her dress up higher to reveal her ribcage where she had the same tattoo, twice as small.
“You’re a professor,” he remarked with arousal on his face, pushing his finger into her. He lowered himself down her body and wrapped his arm around her legs, holding her open as he breathed warmly against her wet cunt.
Before she could close her legs to him demurely, Dean dove in, his mouth hot on her pussy. He ate her out the same way he kissed her, teeth making her whimper, his tongue parting and tasting, picking up the flavour of her wetness as she moaned.
He salivated on her, humming in satisfaction while he sucked her clit into his mouth while he fingered her. Her hands found his hair once more, pulling hard and almost painfully, but his cock jumped each time inside the thin material of his pyjamas. Dean added a second finger as he moaned against her swollen clit, knuckles deep, pressing against the front of her textured walls, drawing silent moans from her, making her squirm more and more.
“Fuck,” she panted, “you’re so good,” she praised, flexing her hand above his head before gripping at the honey strands. He slurped lewdly, devouring her pussy, squeezing her hips desperately holding her close to his face while she pushed him harder against her cunt. “Dean… I’m close,” she moaned, closing her legs around his head.
He moaned again, adding another finger, shoving deep as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue, drawing figures on her clit possessively. She gasped loudly and cried out his name, tensing up when she orgasmed, her walls clamping down on his three fingers. The rapture of her orgasm seemed endless as he continued to tongue at her clit, it made her writhe uncontrollably, and he smirked against her pussy.
Her whiny laugh and the way she squeezed his head to stop him made him chuckle, and he tapped her thigh once he pulled his fingers from within her pulsing walls. She released him, melting into the table while he licked his fingers clean of her release.
“You taste good,” he told her earnestly, “so fucking good.” She bit her lip, giving him a look of disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her, leaning down to lick a long stripe up her pussy, then down, pushing his tongue past her clenching, wet hole.
“Dean, fucking…” she moaned, “oh, God, why does that feel good?” She snickered, then he pulled away hovering above her. She opened her eyes to his smug face, his clean fingers squeezed her cheeks roughly until she opened her mouth. She furrowed her brows, whining out with her hands around his wrist so he’d release, but she shut up when he spit in her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered, licking his lips. Her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes, the tangy taste of herself made her mouth water and she swallowed. “D’you know how hot you are?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her roughly once more, ravenous and stopped only when he felt her hands pushing his pants down his legs.
“I want you, Dean,” she whispered against his mouth, biting his lip before returning the passion of his kiss.
“Where?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arm around her waist, he sat her up on the table and gently held her face in his hands, before releasing her to strip completely.
“I want you inside me,” she told him coquettishly, hopping off the table to slowly let her dress pool around her feet. “I want to ride you, to feel you stretch me open…” she walked towards him, watching him completely aroused, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, “I want you to fill me up, and make me cum on your cock…” she licked her lips, staring down at his cock, erect and leaking precum. “... I’ve never seen a dick this nice,” she told him, wrapping her hand around the base and stepping closer to him.
He grunted, “suck it then.” She laughed through her nose, releasing his cock to fondle his balls. He moaned, stumbling slightly. “I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my cock in your mouth,” he told her, a smirk on his face, “now, I’m just thinking how pretty you’ll look with your lips wrapped around me.” Dean reached up and curled his fingers around the back of her neck.
She looked behind him, removed her hand, and tipped her head to the chair, “sit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kicking the chair towards him like she had earlier, then he sat, legs wide and tempting. “You’re sexier than you were in my imagination,” he told her, watching her get down between his legs, kissing his thighs while looking up at him through her curled lashes.
“Keep talkin’,” she grinned up at him, taking his heavy cock in her hand once more. Dean gave her a sexy look, smug and aroused.
“I wanna finish in your mouth,” he told her, “want to see you swallow my load.” Pleased, she moved forward and began kissing and licking the length of his cock, teasingly and experimentally feeling the velvety, veiny texture against her hand, tongue, and lips. “I want to hear you choke on my cock, and see what you look like with tears in your eyes as I fuck your pretty face.” She moaned softly, intrigued by the description of his fantasy.
She dipped her tongue into the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum, drooling over the soft head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. She slowly took him deeper, pulling him out of her hot mouth teasingly, then swallowing inch by inch of his hard cock. “You’re so good at that, baby,” he panted, letting her take her time at her own pace, but he gripped her hair tightly. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, staring into her eyes as she continued to take his cock, bobbing her head, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he bucked his hips up, releasing a whispered curse, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch her suck him off.
She got comfortable between his legs, taking his freehand to put it in her hair. He took her hair, put it together, and waited for her permission before slowly lifting his hips, pushing his cock slowly into her throat. When she gagged, he slowly pulled back, then pushed back into her, lips parted, releasing quick breaths.
Eventually, he started to fuck her face in earnest, lifting his hip up off the chair, pulling her hair hard to guide her on and off his dick. Her spit dribbled down her chin in a mixture of his precum. She swallowed as much as she could, moaning and blinking tears that tickled her eyes and her jaw.
“You look so fucking…” he chocked on a moan, “so damn sexy.”
She ignored the soreness of her jaw, relaxing it as best as she could as he fucked her near mercilessly. Her pussy throbbed with every sound of his pleasure, clit aching for attention at the way he gazed down at her with burning desire, but she refused to touch herself, enjoying the build-up, the desperation for another orgasm, for his touch.
He throbbed in her mouth, turning to mush beneath her mouth. He even began to whimper and moan her name, praises and dirty words becoming scarce in attempts to hold back his orgasm, edging himself with her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to hold her with her nose against his pelvis breathlessly.
He pulled her off his cock, and released her hair to wipe tears tenderly from her hot cheeks with his thumbs, trying to get his mind off the near-pleasure of her mouth around his cock while catching his breath.
“Yummy,” she rasped, pulling a breathless laugh from him. She wiped her chin with her shoulder and smiled up at him, slowly getting up on her knees to get rid of the ache of sitting on her legs.
She got up, leaning back against the table, admiring him in his red, flushed, somewhat sweaty state. His hair was a mess from her hands and he had a blush around his neck to his ears. She knew the hardness of his body accounted for the fact that he was a hunter, as well as the scars she felt beneath her soft hands, bite marks, bullet wounds, and healed slashes.
“Come closer,” she told him and he laughed, bringing himself and the chair closer, stopping when she sat on his thighs, fixing herself over his strong thighs. “Gonna cum if I tease you?” She asked, tapping the head of his cock. It twitched instantly and he moaned.
“Depends,” he replied breathily, sliding his hands up her body. She hummed softly, spreading her legs, positioning his cock near her soppy folds.
“On what?” She cackled playfully, parting her folds with one hand, circling her clit with her fingers. He watched her lustfully, the wetness that made her pussy shine coated her fingers.
“How wet and warm you feel on my cock,” he replied truthfully. He grabbed her hand and moved it out of the way anyway, taking his cock to push it between her folds, pressing the tip against her clit.
“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned softly, grasping his shoulders, “you feel… I need you,” she whimpered, rolling her hips along the length of his cock. He moaned with her, moving her hips closer to him, her wetness coating his cock.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart…” Dean moaned, watching her lean back against the table, positioning the soft head of his cock to her entrance. Completely enthralled, he watched himself slip inside her, and she watched him, biting her lip hard in concentration, the stretch of her walls around him almost painful. “Fuck… I can feel how bad you need me… I need you just as bad,” he panted, flexing his hands on her thighs, desperately trying not to thrust up into her warmth. He dug his nails into her flesh, his head tipping back, his hips rolling up.
“Dean,” she moaned again, starting to lift herself up and down his cock, reaching up to cup her breast. “Shit, you feel amazing,” she breathed out, grinding her hips against his until he was fully inside her.
“You okay?” He asked, one of hands drifting up to knead her breast comfortingly. She nodded, buried her fingers in his hair and brought him in for a kiss as she bent her knees, and tucked her feet in between his thighs.
“I could cum like this,” she mumbled against his lips. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and he shook his head, her pussy clenched at the sound and she started to lift herself up again.
“Don’t worry,” he told her, sucking on his lip momentarily. “I’ll make you cum so hard…” He paused to moan, thrusting up into her slowly, meeting her hip. “...you’ll never want to fuck anyone else,” he promised her, building up the pace of his thrusts until she stopped moving with him altogether, letting him fuck up into her needy cunt.
“You’ll only wanna be fucked by me,” he continued, watching her lean back with her elbow on the table, her hands roaming his warm body, “and I’ll be there, ready to fuck you hard.” He looked over her shoulder, at the jar of frosting. “Pounding into your sweet cunt,” he swore breathlessly, reaching behind her, dipping his fingers to gather frosting, “makin’ you beg, makin’ you impossibly wet.” He smeared frosting over her nipples, over her collarbone, her sternum, until he had no more while she moaned his name needily.
“Makin’ you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He gripped her hip with frosting-coated fingers, leaning forward to lick and suck the whiskey frosting from her body. “I’ll fill you up as many times as you want,” he vowed, smoothing her hand up her back, into her hair once more, pulling until she whined his name. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”
Her pussy continued to gush over Dean’s cock the more he talked—his breathless, husky voice taking her over the edge. Each rough pull of her hair made her mewl and whimper as she rolled her hips desperately against his.
“Dean, please,” she whispered, scratching down his back, digging marks into his skin the harder and faster he thrusted into her. Loud skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated, with every push of his cock in and out of her, squelching and driving her crazy. She dug her nails into her palm, making obscene sounds that made her self-conscious.
“I’ll fuck you all over your house, all over mine.” Another moan of his name, another rough pull of her hair. “I’ll fuck you in my car, in your car, anywhere and all over town.” He pulled away from her sticky chest, licked his lips at the sight of her, so she screwed her eyes shut. She felt a warm pool of wetness on her pelvic bone, opened her eyes to him spitting between their bodies, watching his saliva drip down her folds to her clit.
She’d never heard of or experienced sex quite this raw and dirty.
“I’ll make you scream my name, make you forget how to talk, how to walk…” She leaned back into him, panting into his ear, keeping him close while rubbing her clit. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“Dean…”
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, closing his eyes, he breathed against her lips, “and I want you forever.”
As he promised, she cried out his name when she came, squeezing his cock hard, coating him in her release. He grunted her name, cursing loudly as he came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her, filling her as he said he would.
He circled his arms around her as she writhed once more, releasing her hair as she put her arms around his neck, panting and catching her breath until the pleasure subsided.
“I want all of that,” she murmured after a few moments of silence, kissing his cheek. He squeezed her and moved back, bewildered. He moved hair from her face and tilted his head at her, drawn to her nakedness, her flushed beauty. “First, I want to shower…” Slowly, carefully, she climbed off his lap, her legs shaky, her pussy releasing the mixture of their pleasure.
“That’s a good start,” he told her softly. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled when he stood up from the chair and looked around at the mess in the kitchen. “No one’s coming home anytime soon… thanks to Sammy…” Dean trailed off, smoothing his hand over his head to fix his hair.
“Thanks to me,” she came clean with a shy smile, bringing his gaze up to hers. His eyes twinkled and he laughed loudly, tugging her towards him again by her arm, his lips pressing against hers.
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12 Days of SPN Kinkmas
Welcome to the 12 Days of SPN Kinkmas!
What is it?
A whole 12 days leading up to Christmas to explore holiday-themed kinks with Supernatural characters. Similar to Kinktober, you have a couple kink prompts for each day - feel free to choose one or try to combine them! Each of the kinks or prompts given were specifically chosen with the holidays in mind, so hopefully you can theme your work to the holiday season!
When is it?
December 14-25, 2023
What are the prompts?
Thursday, December 14 - Anonymous Sex, Costumes
Friday, December 15 - Ice Play, Cock Worship
Saturday, December 16 - (Santa) Suit Kink, Nude Photography
Sunday, December 17 - Anal Sex, Scent Kink
Monday, December 18 - Aphrodisiac, Daddy Kink
Tuesday, December 19 - Hot Tub Sex, Drunk Sex
Wednesday, December 20 - Somnophilia, One Night Stand
Thursday, December 21 - Thigh Riding, Rape Fantasy
Friday, December 22 - Beard Kink, Fire Play
Saturday, December 23 - Chair Sex, Food Play
Sunday, December 24 - Mile High Club, Plus Size
Monday, December 25 - Voyeurism, Priest Kink
How do I participate?
No sign ups are required! Just post any and your 12 Days of SPN Kinkmas content and be sure to include #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 and tag us @spnkinkevents in your post. We will reblog everything we see, but if we haven’t reblogged your work within 24 hours please send us an ask. There will also be a thread to drop your links on our Discord for this event.
Reminder: Please review our General Rules, which apply to all events we host. If you have any questions, feel free to send in an Ask!
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— FAKE OUT
SUMMARY : being undercover as a married couple isn’t hard, what’s hard is dean having to keep his hands to himself for a stupid chastity promise.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (f. receiving), dean smoking cigarettes, thigh riding, suit kink, religious criticism, religious exaggerations
WORD COUNT : 3.4k
A/N : fall out boy song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — thigh riding. Yeah, yeah, dean’s hot, basically. I actually accidentally wrote this. XXXXXX
“This is the stupidest shit ever.”
Y/n pursed her lips and to stop her smile, then turned to look up at Dean with a frown, sympathy softening her features. He yanked the green and silver tie until it was loose and started to shoulder off his coat aggressively.
She took a few moments to appreciate how he looks with his jaw clenched and his brows pinched together in anger. She licked her lips as the white dress shirt stretched across his chest, the buttons straining to stay together. She tugged her lip into her mouth and sucked on it slowly, a blush suffusing across her face as he plopped down on the bed.
“Um,” she started, walking towards her boyfriend—now pretending to be her husband. “It’s just a week,” she tried comforting him, stepping between his legs, she buried her fingers in the short hair behind his head.
“A week of no sex,” he clarified, closing his eyes. He leaned into her touch and she bit her lip, smiling.
“We’ve gone longer without sex, Dean,” she reminded him, brows furrowing. His eyes fluttered open and he wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her hand out of his hair to admire the fake wedding ring on her finger. He kissed her pulse on her wrist and gazed at her through his lashes.
“But you’re my wife,” he argued playfully, brushing his lips up her forearm, watching her shiver with a smirk on his face. “We should be, uh, consummating our marriage, or whatever.”
She bit her lip, inhaling slowly as she stared down at him, feeling ticklish when he nibbled on her inner arm. He let her arm fall and grabbed her waist, pulling her pink summer dress up, clenching it in his hands as he moved her into his lap.
“Dean,” she moaned, squirming as he began attacking her neck and cleavage with wet, biting kisses. “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours,” she laughed, pressing her hands weakly against his chest.
Dean hummed softly, ignoring her words as he planted kisses along her jaw. He lifted his hands from her waist to squeeze her breasts, rolling his hips up into her panty-clad pussy, his cock already hard.
“We’re not actually married,” she gasped, sliding her hands into his hair, tugging so he’d pull away from her neck. Dean growled softly before sucking a mark on her pulse, and lifted his head to kiss her.
“Why aren’t we married already?” He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around her, smoothing his hands down her sides to squeeze and smack her ass. She moaned softly into his mouth and managed to scramble out of his lap.
“Don’t ask dumb questions, dork,” she teased, smoothing down her dress, stepping backwards when he tried reaching for her again. He managed to grip her dress and got up slightly to pull her back into him. “Dean, please…” she whined, laughing when he flipped her over onto her back and she began bouncing slightly.
She moaned softly when Dean buried his face between her legs, mouthing at her clit over the cotton of her underwear. He wrapped his arms around the top of her thighs, spreading her legs open, and stretched his thumb beneath her underwear.
“If we do this…” she panted, grasping the hair at the top of his head when he managed to slip his tongue through her wet folds, flicking her clit teasingly a few times.
“What?” he mumbled, giving her pussy a lewd kiss that made her moan once more.
“We don’t know what might go wrong.” With one last loud, wet kiss to her cunt, he pulled away from her, and untangled his arms from around her soft thighs.
“That’s a great point, sweetheart,” he conceded, licking his lips of her arousal with a smug grin showing all his cute teeth, finishing off with a click of his tongue.
She snickered, slapping his shoulder gently with the back of her hand. He huffed out a breath and laid on his back with his eyes closed, crossing his arms over his chest. She smiled lovingly and turned onto her stomach, scooting over to gaze down at him.
“Whatcha doin’?” she asked playfully, wrapping her hand around his loose tie. He peeked an eye open and smiled at her before shutting it again.
“Thinking of a loophole,” he snorted. Her brows flew up, her interest piqued. “Does mutual masturbation count?” He wondered aloud, opening his eyes to gauge her reaction. She tilted her head and averted her gaze thoughtfully. “I don’t think it counts. I’m not inside you for that,” he added, puckering his lips as he looked up, pondering.
“Well, I’m gonna go and chat with some of the ladies…” she told him, pressing a loving kiss to his cheekbone. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner,” she murmured against his cheek, trailing her lips over to his.
It was getting close to dinner on their first night of the retreat and Y/n had talked to a few ladies. Some of them didn’t have a single problem with keeping their hands to themselves and actually joined because their husbands were arrogant, porn-addicted dicks that thought it was up to the women to keep them entertained long enough to be faithful and chaste.
She had to bite her tongue the entire time, sending the women around her tight smiles as they behaved like it was the best thing in the world to have a manchild for a husband.
Thank the stars, Dean was nothing like that.
If anything, hearing their horrible relationships made her yearn for Dean even more. He was so perfect, both as a person, and as a boyfriend slash husband. Very much a turn on.
She didn’t find him in their room, so he asked a few of the guys that he talked to, trying to figure out where he’d gone off to or at least when he’d be back.
She found Dean eventually. He was standing outside the building in the cold, leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips, his other hand shoved into the pocket of his slacks. He held the cigarette between two fingers, took a few puffs with a deep inhale, and slowly exhaled the smelly air.
She opened the glass door quietly, slipping between the small space rather than opening it all the way, holding it so it would shut just as silently. She leaned against the wall and held back a laugh.
“This distracting you from sex?” She asked, turning quickly to watch him when he jumped and cursed. He turned to face her, too, shaking his head, pressing his tongue into his cheek.
She stole the cigarette from him with a cute smile while he was distracted and eyed it curiously. Then lifted it up to her nose and scrunched her nose in distaste. She placed it between her lips, but he stopped her before she could inhale the tobacco.
“Sweetheart,” he laughed, “you’ve never smoked before.” He tried taking it away, but she jumped away from him playfully and held it behind her, away from his very sexy hands.
“I can try it now,” she offered. He tilted his head, smiling down at her knowingly. “Your mouth was on it,” she purred, biting her lip, and fluttering her lashes at him endearingly. He licked his plump bottom lip as he smiled and shook his head at her.
“You won’t like it,” he told her, reaching out quickly in attempts to snag it, but it didn’t work. She backed away once more and he sighed out a laugh, dropping his arms to his sides.
“Do you?” She inquired, licking the yellow part suggestively. His lips parted, enchanted instantly with her pink lips and her pinker, wet tongue swirling around.
“Not really,” he murmured. She pouted, brows furrowed.
“Then why do it?”
“It turns you on?” He tried, but she shook her head with a rueful smile. “It irritates you?” She nodded, smiling sweetly and closing her eyes.
He took the cigarette from her, lifting it up to his lips with a smug, sexy smile to inhale deeply. The end of it lit up red with fire and then he exhaled in her face, a puff of smoke making her cringe.
“Isn’t smoking against their stupid little rules?” She asked, waving her hand in front of her for the intoxicating air to fade away. He wrapped his arm around her waist and looked at her down his nose, keeping his other arm straight, far away so he wouldn’t accidentally burn her. “And when did you start up again?” She stretched her lips cutely into a straight line.
“Found the pack in the mens’ counsellor's, uh, office desk,” he shrugged, micking her mouth to enhance his charming little dimples. “George or somethin’? Kind of a creep. Stay away from him and his redneck moustache.”
She laughed and shook her head, leaning into him, holding his body close to hers for warmth. He read into her actions incorrectly, slid his hand down from the small of her back to squeeze her ass, and leaned in as well to kiss her.
She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, their lips moving heatedly against each other. He walked her back with him, pressing her against the wall, trapping her between his body as the kiss became wet and loud.
They pulled away from each other’s lips when the lights outside switched off. Both of them laughed for a few moments, wiping tears from their eyes until they both relaxed in each other’s arms once more without kissing.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” he mumbled into her hair, where he ear was. She bit her lip and swayed with him, leaning into him when he kissed her temple, his lips remaining momentarily before he tucked her head under his chin comfortably.
“Did you learn anything?” She asked, locking her fingers behind his back under his warm coat.
“They’re literally so stupid,” Dean laughed breathily, throwing the cigarette onto the floor, grinding his heel into it. She hummed in agreement, entertained by the similarity in their conclusions. “They trusted me enough to give me ideas on how to get off without actually nuttin’ in you.”
She pulled away slightly, looking up at him curiously with a cute tilt of her head and the lift of a brow. “As long as there’s no polyamory…” she trailed off coyly, twisting her fingers before slowly looking at him in the darkness, now illuminated only by waning moonlight.
“No,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “I ain’t sharin’ you with any of these sheltered assholes. Or anyone else, for that matter,” he muttered, then raised his hand to brush hair away from her face loving, fingertips caressing her cold cheek. She nuzzled into his hand until he cupped her cheek and gazed up at him through her lashes, a most adoring glimmer in her eyes making his knees weak.
“Well, I’m not into anyone who isn’t you so… Dinner?”
He nodded, tilting her head up to kiss the tip of her nose. “I might as well feast on some food,” he murmured, then kissed each of her eyebrows, “since I can’t feast on you.”
She snickered, unhooking her fingers to smack his ass with her hands, then she squeezed each cheek with a mischievous little moan.
She pulled away from him begrudgingly and held out her hand as she started walking away towards the entrance of the beige building. He quickly picked up the cigarette from the concrete, jogging to catch up with her to hook his pinkie with hers, before tossing the squashed cigarette into the bin nearby.
“Sorry about the smoking…” he murmured, opening the door, allowing her in before him. Dean trailed his fingers up her forearm before circling his arm around her waist once they were inside. “I don’t do it behind your back.” He promised, pressing her into his side once more.
“Hey,” she smiled, leaning her head on his bicep, holding his tie gently. A million words hung in the air during the palpable silence. Dean already knew everything she didn’t say, reading it in her loving eyes. “Y’ain’t gotta say sorry.”
“Y’ain’t?” He furrowed his brows, smirking. She nodded matter-of-factly, her face entirely serious, her eyes glittering spiritedly.
“My space-cowboy-robot boyfriend said that,” she smiled endearingly, earnestly, looking almost too innocent in the glow of old incandescent light bulbs.
“Cayde,” Dean muttered, feigning sadness while shaking his head. He sucked in a breath, cute dimples deepening above his lips. “I can’t compete with him.”
“The pie was good,” Y/n offered as Dean sat on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly.
“Yeah… I’ll hand it to those housewives…” Dean trailed off, then, he peeked at her as she lifted the dress up her alluring body, leaving her standing only in some heels and underwear. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having you as a housewife, especially if you only wear an apron, full access to your sweet pussy as you bake me a pie,” he described dreamily, pursing his lips, waiting for her reaction.
She glanced at him sideways, then rolled her eyes.
“I think having you as a housewife is hotter,” she started, slipping her heels off, before walking towards him, “you, walking around naked with only an apron, free access to your pretty cock while you wash the dishes and iron my clothes.” She placed her arms over his shoulders, loosely hooking her fingers together.
He puckered his lips thoughtfully, eyes flickering upwards as he considered her vision.
“Well, anything for you, darlin’,” he smirked, sneakily trailing his fingertips up the inside of her warm thigh. “Before I really ask you to marry me, wanna try one of the loopholes?” He slowly tugged her underwear down with his fingers hooked underneath, ‘accidentally’ brushing across her wetness.
“Shouldn't you ask me first?”
Dean made a tiny ‘o’ with his lips, leaving her underwear around her knees when he clutched his thighs. Her underwear pooled around her feet, falling on its own now that he was distracted.
“Right,” he agreed, tilting his head away, then back towards her again, “the problem is,” he inhaled sharply, then gazed up at her earnestly, “ring’s back at the Bunker…”
She stared at him blankly, narrowed her eyes, then she slapped his shoulder when she gasped. He murmured a little ‘ow’ with an adorable pout, but really, he was just getting shy.
“Are you serious?” She asked, taking his face in both hands. He laughed shyly and glanced at her momentarily.
“Shit,” he groaned, looking down. “I didn’t mean to let it slip…”
She dismissed what he said, what’s done is done. She was practically teeming with excitement to discover it was an accident that it slipped from his kissable mouth.
“You know the answer’s yes, right? In half a heartbeat, always ‘yes’,” she promised steadfastly, her thumbs brushing lovingly over his freckled cheekbones.
Dean blushed, turning pink and hot under her loving, excited gaze.
“To… the l-loophole?” He tried changing the subject, taking her hips to bring her forward. She let him, sitting on his thigh.
“Shut up,” she whispered with an equally quiet laugh, kissing him passionately.
Dean was quick to trace her bottom lip with his tongue and spread his thighs farther apart, making his trousers tighter around his crotch.
“Humping? That’s the loophole?” She mumbled against his mouth, biting down gently on his lip. He moaned softly, pulling away from her tempting lips.
“Riding my thigh,” he corrected her, a hint of a whine in his tone making her smirk. She lifted a brow.
“What kind of men have you been talking to?” She laughed, lifting her hips slightly to experimentally grind against the hard muscle. She moaned softly, digging her nails in his chest.
“The type that think they’re gonna get away with doing shit like this rather than having good old-fashioned sex.” Dean reached down to part her folds and guided her to begin rocking her hips continuously. “Just keep doing that, baby,” Dean encouraged her, tensing his thigh to increase her pleasure.
“Oh,” she whispered, raking her fingers through his hair again as she ground against his thigh. “How’s this, um…” she paused,tugging his tie to bring him close for a quick kiss. “How’s this a loophole if you aren’t getting off?”
He trailed his lips down to her neck, sliding his hands up her sides slowly.
“It’s just to try something new,” he murmured, kissing along her collarbone. “‘Sides, don’t you like my thighs?” He teased, sliding her closer to him with his arms lovingly wrapping around her. She hummed softly, smiling.
“I guess…”
“No,” he argued playfully, relaxing his arms to arch her back and bring her chest close to his face, “what did you say when you saw me wearing those tiny shorts when I washed Baby?”
She pretended to think and he narrowed his eyes at her, then pushed her gently off his lap and got up from the bed. She giggled, melting into him when he held her close again and started walking her back until her back hit the wall.
“You’re the one who mentioned riding my thigh,” he reminded her, pulling her hips away from the wall to shove his thigh between her parted legs once more. “But you never finish on my thigh,” he whispered, rocking his leg back and forth.
She moaned softly, clutching his belt as she rolled her hips over his covered thigh.
“I’m sorry if I want your dick more than your thigh,” she mumbled sarcastically, staring up at him through hooded eyes.
“Well,” he chuckled, cupping her breast, “I’m not letting you go until you come on my thigh.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, and kneaded the warm flesh roughly as she panted, and leaned her head back against the wall.
“Good girl,” he purred seductively.
He leaned over her, close enough so their noses barely touched, and smirked when she gasped, and screwed her eyes shut. She panted against his lips, breathing the same air as him, getting hotter, wetter, hornier, needier, and grinding faster.
“You are so… hot,” she whispered, her brows knitting together in concentration as she clamped her small hands around his arms. Her hips began to falter, moving erratically the closer she came to reaching her release.
Dean just watched, entirely enraptured by her. From the pleasure washing over her face, to her small body moving hedonistically over his thigh simply because he suggested it, to the sounds that ghosted over his parted lips.
His heart was beating erratically just admiring her. He could feel her warmth, her wetness seeping through the thin, soft material of his black dress pants. His cock begged for friction, but he was devoted to seeing her fall apart just from grinding on his thigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her chin, squeezing her thighs, her hips, her ass, whatever he could reach. Until finally, she gasped and cursed, moaning softly against Dean’s parted mouth. Desperately, she buried her fingers in his short, soft hair, tugging as she squirmed in his arms. Then, she brought his face into her neck, keeping him close when she orgasmed, holding onto him nearly as tightly as he was holding her.
She slowed down to a stop, panting and laughing breathlessly, now slumping against the wall and away from his taut thigh. Dean placed a kiss on her sternum, hardly giving her enough time to catch her breath when he pulled her away from the wall.
“That was hot,” he murmured, manhandling her goodnaturedly across the room, placing firm kisses on her lip which she occasionally returned as she attempted to rid the haze of the golden afterglow of her orgasm. “Ready for a second?” He whispered, nudging her cheek with his nose to kiss her temple before throwing her onto the bed.
“And a third, maybe a fourth…” She laughed, gazing at him as he impatiently unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it off his arms.
Dean smirked at her, licking his lips when she crawled her way to him, unbuckling his belt while he removed the white t-shirt underneath. He pulled his pants down after she finished unzipping them, climbing up on the bed with her beneath him, staring into her eyes like an enchanted idiot.
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— CHRISTMAS LOVE
SUMMARY : dean ate something he shouldn’t have eaten, but in the meantime, there’s something to ease the ache until it can be fixed. not that it’s a problem… per se..
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), handjob, cum eating, cum kissing, p in v, aphrodisiac chocolate cookies
WORD COUNT : 2.3k
A/N : jimin song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — aphrodisiac. yup, I thought I hated Christmas, but actually it’s not so bad if it's centred around Dean. ✨mental illness✨ XXX
Everything was fine for the last forty minutes or so.
Dean helped his girlfriend set up the television in their bedroom—his bedroom that he partially convinced her to stay in permanently—put the snacks together, while stealing some chocolate-peppermint thumbprint cookies Charlie brought over earlier today, as his girlfriend stayed in his room to choose a Christmas movie.
He knew it would be about the Grinch. She was pretty Grinch-y sometimes around Christmas, but just like the Grinch, Dean got her to change her mind about Christmas being the most awful holiday.
But Christmas definitely couldn’t beat Halloween—it’s their number one, favourite holiday.
But… back to the main point, Dean couldn’t relax. He tried everything, imagined his go-to turn offs when he’s unbearably horny: Sam in lingerie, Cas in lingerie, hell—even Charlie in lingerie. He’d cringed at the thought of them, completely disgusted as his mind made it like a film without his permission, but their faces and bodies ended up transforming into the woman currently laying in his arms.
Nothing worked, not reliving being in Hell, not the memory of having the Mark—nothing made his dick soft. Mostly because after every single bad day, he went to her.
It was her he buried himself into, her lips that kissed away tears, her caresses that healed up his wounds… you see? His mind is going straight to it like there’s no other path to take. He usually doesn’t mind, and neither does she, but this is supposed to be a wholesome moment. Just her and him watching a movie together, that’s all that he wanted to do for her today.
Unfortunately, his dick had other ideas.
She’s not even fully clothed, which makes it even worse for him. She’s wearing nothing beneath the blue flannel she borrowed from him—no underwear, no bra, just some fluffy Christmas socks on her feet. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch. He bit his lip to hold back a moan.
It wasn’t her fault she was practically naked. Sometimes he was way too hot and she’d end up uncomfortably sweaty in the middle of the night. Her solution: wear nothing but Dean’s shirt. It was great, Dean could smother her and be wrapped around her without her trying to get away, but right now, it ain’t that great.
Right now, Dean knows that with one move from either one of them and she’d know what was up: yup, his dick.
Still, he was squirming too much for it to go unnoticed. And he shoved food into his mouth to pretend the chips, and the brownies, and everything else he ate were making him moan. Unlike her, he was wearing his t-shirt, some boxers, and socks to combat the cold of his concrete room. But now, he was flushed, and hot, and completely uncomfortable.
“Dean,” she scolded, turning aggressively onto her back to gaze up at him. “What’s up? You can’t sit still—which is normal, but not this much…” she trailed off, immediately identifying the blush on his cheeks and the glaze of lust in his green eyes. “Woah, what’s that for?” She teased, poking his cheek.
He grabbed her hand quickly before she could pull it away and kissed her palm. “Nothin’,” he brushed off, but his heart was pounding hard in his chest, and his hand tightened around her wrist as his mind told him over and over: dammit, just touch her.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” she said playfully, biting her lip. Subtly, she moved her hand away from her stomach and brushed her hand up his crotch experimentally. Dean groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Ah, a boner,” she said casually, then squeezed his cock over his boxers.
“You do know we’re watching the Grinch and not a porno right?” She continued to taunt with a grin on her face. He whined softly, opening his eyes to glare down at her. She batted her lashes at him innocently, but he knew she meant well.
“You think I don’t know that?” He asked breathily. His eyes softened when she sneaked her hand inside the stretchy waistband of his briefs and brushed her fingertips along the length of his cock. “God… I… please,” he moaned, leaning over her to bury his face in her neck.
“I’ve got you,” she told him quietly, pulling her hand out to hook her fingers over the waistband of his boxers and lower them down his thighs. He cursed softly, and allowed her to push his chest so he could lie down on his back. She straddled his thighs and smiled down at him hotly, lifting her hand up to her mouth to leave her palm slick in saliva before wrapping it around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered, clutching her thighs.
Warm and heavy in her hand, she squeezed his shaft gently and held eye contact with him as she stroked up and down. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, grasping her hips beneath his warm flannel. He attempted to bring her forward, and she did move forward, and slid her hand up beneath his shirt to lift it.
“Come like this, yeah?” She asked, starting to twist her hand up and down his cock. He whined, a cute pout drawing his lips downwards.
“Is this… are you not turned on?” Dean questioned breathily, slightly surprised by her proposition. He didn’t try to convince her otherwise and kept his hands still on her hips.
“I am…” she smiled, then dropped her gaze down to his cock, watching the swift slide upwards and downwards of her hand over his excitement, “but I wanna finish the movie.” He bit his lip, his eyes flickering down to her hand moving quick and steady, his precum aiding each stroke. “Then… we can have fun.”
He hummed thoughtfully, “I’m sorry…” He’d like to apologise to her fully for ruining the night, but he gave into the pleasure of her soft hand wrapped around his cock, letting the heat of his arousal and the spark of his orgasm take over his body.
“No, I’m good with this,” she smiled sweetly, ignoring the throb of her clit and flood of arousal between her legs.
She worshipped him quietly, focused on touching his freckled skin with his shirt shoved up his chest. As he throws his head back, blushing red, vocalising the pleasure that’s painted across his stunning face.
She faintly remembers what Dean looked like when he was younger. He’s much older now, still so beautiful—always. His face is not smooth, stubble covers his jaw, wrinkles enhance the beauty of his eyes, and always those goddamn lashes of his, curled upwards naturally.
He’s covered from head to toe in freckles, cute freckles, some light, others dark. Sometimes they make patterns, triangles, a trail that fades, some of them overlap. He thinks it makes him look dirty, dusty, but he’s always had a heart-stopping beauty that no one could match. Effortless beauty no one could achieve.
He’s much softer than before, but the faint cut of his abs remained. There were scars, too, ones Cas didn’t heal because Dean didn’t ask, but Cas comes through sometimes and does a full sweep. Eventually, she finds new scars, new scratches, new marks. Then, they disappear and she memorises him all over again.
“Touch yourself,” Dean requested breathlessly, squirming and digging his blunt nails into the flesh of her hips. Lashes fluttered against his cheekbones as he opened his eyes.
“Touch myself?” She repeated with a gentle laugh, lifting her hand up to his face. He instantly leaned into her touch and slid one of his hands to the small of her back to bring her closer. “Baby, I only wanna touch you,” she whispered enticingly, cupping his jaw to brush her thumb across his lip.
Up and down, she continued to give him pleasure, knowing he was close as he throbbed in her hand, as his muscles twitched with every passing second. His breath hitched and she squeezed him, moving her hand faster, then lowered her hand away from his face to use both hands on his cock.
Hands wet with his precum, she made a ring with her finger to massage the frenulum and spread the sticky arousal dribbling out of the slit of his cockhead with her thumb.
She licked her lips at the sight and smirked, “come for me, Dean.” It was hot that she had this much control over him. His body hardened and he called out her name as he spilled hot release over her hand and his stomach.
Curses spilled from his mouth and he seized her mischievous hands when she refused to stop. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, stunned, but he was too pleased with the release to pay attention to her words.
“You’re mean,” Dean complained breathily, eyes opening lazily.
“It’s a gift you’ll open later tonight,” she promised in a joking manner, taking her hands out from his loving grasp. “You’re still hard, by the way,” she repeated curiously, gripping his still erect cock at the base.
“Fuck… what?” He asked, bewildered, watching her move back and lean down to lick his cum off his stomach. He whimpered quietly, his cock red and pretty in her hand still, one hundred percent still aroused.
The fact that she was licking his cum off his tummy didn’t help at all. The warm, wet muscle flicked smoothly across his soft skin, gathering his tangy, creamy cum. Occasionally, her teeth would graze his skin, setting his nerves alight, and she’d suck until marks painted his body. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it clean with a pleased moan.
He grunted and threw his head back into the pillow again. He blindly made contact with her hair, buried his fingers carefully into her silky locks and tugged her upwards. She went to him without resistance and kissed him as he waited for her slick lips.
The kiss was wet and erotic. He could taste his cum, felt some of it against her tongue, unswallowed. He took it with a moan of pleasure, licking across her tongue in gratitude. He moved her hair out of the way subconsciously, pressing her closer to him, impossibly close.
He got a hold of her hip again and smoothed his hand up the curve of her back, lifting the flannel. She hummed inquisitively, pulling away momentarily before locking lips with Dean again to run her tongue along the roof of his mouth then to taste the unique peppermint on his tongue that was definitely not from any teeth-brushing.
She pulled away and blinked down at him, silently intrigued as he caught his breath. “Am I cursed?” He wondered out loud, bringing her hips down onto his cock needily. They moaned in unison. “Oh, fuck… did we piss a witch off?” He whined, grinding his hips up into her wet folds. “Rowena,” he growled, wondering if he’d done something to piss off the Scottish red-head or if she'd done just to fuck with him.
“Hey, slow down…” she gasped, unbuttoning Dean’s flannel from her body at last. “Did you eat those cookies Charlie brought?” She inquired, slowing down the roll of her hips.
“Uh… yeah,” he replied, his tone puzzled. He opened his eyes, peeking up at the now-open flannel exposing her naked body to his dirty gaze.
“Dean, oh my God,” she giggled, halting the movement of her hips. He frowned. “How many?”
“I dunno, four.” He shrugged. Trying to regain her focus, he took his cock in his hand and found her clit with the soft head by pushing it up and down through her folds. She moaned softly, thighs shaking.
“Yeah, this is not going away anytime soon,” she said quietly, squirming when he held her hip and nudged her forward.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowing in bemusement. “What do cookies have to do wi-”
“They’re aphrodisiacs,” she interrupted him, shrugging his flannel off her shoulders before throwing it beside him. He gazed up at her, adorably dumbfounded. “Well, at least the chocolate is.”
“What?! Why would she-? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting up higher on the bed, carding his fingers through his honey hair, making it messy and sexy.
“I… forgot. I was hanging out with Charlie and Stevie… I’m sorry,” she gave him an apologetic smile, but amusement glimmered in her eyes, which made him smile, too.
“No.. babe, it’s okay, I’m just really horny…” he trailed off, then took her arms and tugged her towards him with a big smile on his face.
“We can call Cas,” she offered with a laugh, giving him a sweet kiss when he brought her closer and nuzzled his nose against hers.
“Why don’t we test this out, first?” He asked, sneaking his hand between her legs to circle his fingertips over her entrance. Her arousal drenched his fingers and he hummed, pleased with the copious slickness that coated her pussy.
“Huh?” She murmured, preoccupied with his adept fingers as they found her clit and began drawing slow circles. She nibbled gently on his jaw and kissed her way down his neck.
“Why else would Charlie make them?” Dean inquired, bending one knee to gently nudge her behind and silently guide her over to his cock. She pulled away from his throat to consider his question as he lined his cock up with her entrance.
“Well, she did say-” She started thoughtfully, sinking down on his cock.
“Exactly,” Dean cut her off, enjoying the stretch of her walls around his cock. Dean gazed up at her lustfully, slid his hands up her thighs, and flattened one hand up her stomach. “Lean back, bend your knees,” he instructed, then bit his lip.
She raised a brow at him, but did as he asked. She bent her knees and he hooked his arms beneath, wrapping them around to grip the top of her knees, spreading her legs open for a clear view of his cock inside her.
“Sorry about the movie,” he chuckled, lifting his hips upwards.
“I guess it’s fair,” she smiled at him, leaning back with her arms behind her, between his legs, “since I forgot to tell you about the cookies.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s somethin’ to be sorry for.”
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— FOLLOW THE SUN
SUMMARY : the adventures of dean accidentally growing a beard and learning to love it, or the sudden rise of a kink.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : sam winchester
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, my headcannon — dean is a germaphobe about other people’s germs but not about his own 😭
WORD COUNT : 3.1k
A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — beard kink. ngl, I hated beards, but jensen would grow them between seasons for years, and… pfft, i changed my mind, especially now that it’s a constant.
Being stuck in the woods was truly a pain in the ass.
Y/n felt dirty, sweaty, and was completely disgusted by the smell of blood on her. It was worse being aware of the chunks of guts and other monster bits stuck to her, but they had to survive the night to finish off the wolf pack.
It was their last night, but they were able to finish the job completely before the full moon could fully wane.
Now, entering the Bunker was the best feeling in the world. Sam and Dean had the decency to only turn the lamps on to not overwhelm her senses, and on the ride back to their room, Dean didn’t play music too loud either.
She’d kiss him, but she felt too disgusted by the sensation of dirtiness on her own skin. And while Dean looked absolutely kissable and adorable, she had to resist out of apprehension of getting anything else in her mouth. She already felt like puking her guts out or getting some blood cleanse, anything to feel fully clean again after the week's hunt.
Despite feeling overwhelmed by the layer of gunk and grime, when Dean sweetly wrapped his arms around her, and pressed a big kiss to her cheek in a comforting manner, she let him. She closed her eyes, shivering at the tickle of his beard against her cheek, and hummed softly.
Finally, she felt she could relax. Her entire body released all the tension and stress the longer he held her, and after a few minutes, he murmured, “let get cleaned up.”
“Go ahead, guys,” Sam told them, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m gonna go down and use the bath in the other room.” He sent Y/n a sweet smile, reassuring her that it was fine for her and Dean to use the shower rather than him.
“Alright,” she drew out, slightly unsure, letting Dean remove himself from behind her. He gave her a bright smile when he moved in front of her and led her into the communal bathing room with their fingers intertwined.
“Look,” Dean started as soon as Sam was out of earshot, sensing his girlfriend’s discomfort, “we both know Sam’s not going in the showers with you naked. Even if there’s a thick wall between us. He never has and he’s not going to today. He said it’s fine, so it’s fine.” He brushed his thumb gently over hers and she squeezed his hand gratefully.
“I’ve known Sam for seventeen years, I know that about him already,” she laughed, “doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop feeling bad.”
“Okay, yeah, fine,” he frowned, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He watched her for a while and she pretended not to feel his eyes on her. He grinned down at her lovingly when he opened the door to the showers.
Once they were inside, they dumped the top layers inside-out onto the floor first, Dean’s thick giant jacket holding her smaller clothes. They began getting rid of big chunks and body parts by dumping them into the bin.
“That’s so gross,” she groaned, reaching into Dean’s head to remove a few monster bits that he missed while he did the same to her.
“You’re still beautiful, d’ya know?” He smiled down at her flirtatiously, brushing her unkempt hair away from her face. She blushed, puffing her cheeks out when she averted her gaze from his face.
“So are you, somehow,” she said softly. “Even if it took me five days to convince you to get rid of your boxers.” She bit her tongue as she grinned up at him. Dean snorted, stepping away from her to cross his arms across his chest defensively.
“It’s not the first time I do the ‘flip them inside out, backwards, and wear them in all the possible ways to make them last’ thing,” he confessed, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
She blinked up at him, letting the information sink, with a pout on her lips. Unexpectedly, after a few moments, she beamed up at him and started to laugh.
“That’s… so adorable,” she told him between laughs.
“You don’t think it’s gross?” His brows furrowed, but there was a little smile on his face.
“Well, yeah,” she gasped, “but.. it’s also cute.” She slapped a hand over his chest and shook her head. “You’re so adorable,” she cooed playfully, squeezing his bearded cheeks with one hand.
He rolled his eyes and wrapped his fingers around her small wrist, pulling her hand away. Except she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, stood on the tips of her toes, and brought him down for a sweet kiss. His eyes closed immediately, brows furrowing in concentration, his chapped lips turning up into a smile.
She pulled away, then scratched her chin with a childish pout, at the tickle of his beard against her soft skin.
“I’m shaving it off after we shower,” he told her with a smile, scratching the prickly hair on his jaw.
“Yes, I want to see you naked already,” she cheered lightheartedly, extending her hand to unbuckle his belt. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, flinging it across with the pile of clothes they left behind while she unbuttoned his pants expertly.
Dean bit his lip, his cock stirring in his jeans, and then she cackled playfully when she unzipped his jeans, revealing his pubic hair and half-hard dick. He’d gone completely commando for the past two days.
“Ya know, if you needed underwear, you coulda asked to wear my panties,” she teased, lowering his jeans down his legs slowly. He snickered and nodded, regarding her words as reasonable. Then, he began to measure her hips with his hands clamped around them and clicked his tongue disappointedly.
“You’re way too small, babe,” he informed her. She looked up at him, completely delighted, and started to lift her thermal, long-sleeved shirt up her body. “‘Sides, isn’t this a much better surprise?”
He looked way too pleased with himself and she gave him a flirtatious side-glance, ridding herself of her jeans. They both kicked them across to the same pile and he turned away to turn the shower on.
What an ass.
She bit her lip as she looked fixedly at his nice behind—at his nice… everything. Wow, she was lucky. He had one hell of an ass, and those broad shoulders… sheesh. He was way too hot. His entire body littered in different shades, patterns, sizes, and shapes of freckles. He was all taut and tight in all the right places, and… soft and fleshy in all the right places, too.
“You gonna strip or just stare at my ass all night, sweetheart?” Dean asked, then looked over his shoulder to catch her with an amused expression on his face. She shook her head, looking him in the eyes rather than at his ass, and sputtered.
“I wasn’t staring at your ass,” she lied terribly, skilfully removing her bra with one hand behind her, “I was staring at your… everything.” She disclosed breathlessly, kicking her underwear away. He knew she was exaggerating her tone of voice, but he still flushed pink, and turned to face her. She walked up to him inside the large open stall of the shower, the hot water creating a warm mist in the air.
“Even your wittle ears are cute from behind,” she murmured amorously, gently flicking his bloodstained ears with her fingers. They were slowly turning red and warm the more she flirted with him. “And you’ve got this cute little twirl behind your head where your hair goes down, then some goes to the sides, and the rest goes up to the top… it’s very endearing,” she asserted with a nod and an expression of utter tenderness.
Her earnestness left no room for doubt and insecurity, but all Dean could do was laugh, and lean down to kiss her. He brought them both beneath the shower head, and pecked her lips a final time.
Carefully—thoroughly, they removed the uncomfortable layers of dirt and blood from their bodies with soap and shampoo. Their skin was clearer, their muscles were loose, and they were now getting sleepy beneath the near-scalding water they both enjoyed.
“Now that I’m seeing you clearly…” she murmured thoughtfully, taking his chin between her fingers. “The beard doesn’t have to go away.” She glanced up at him and brushed her pruned thumb over his pink, wet lips.
“It’s itchy,” he frowned thoughtfully, attempting to prove his point by nuzzling his bearded jaw into her palm. She giggled, but kept her hand over his cheek.
“Maybe on your birthday you can shave it off… or maybe after Valentine’s Day?” She suggested quietly, shivering as she now pictured the sensation of it across her skin if he would kiss her.
He studied her face, the flush from the hot water astride her cheeks and chest. The hardness of her nipples, though, could only be attributed to arousal. He inhaled slowly and gazed at her eyes once more, taking in her pondering expression.
“But, it’s your face, Dean,” she dropped her hand from his cheek and smiled up at him cutely, “do what makes you happy.”
Dean took her words into consideration. It’s December now—halfway through the month, really. His birthday would then be a little over a month away on the twenty-fourth of January… Valentine's day would be longer, but not undoable…
“If I keep it, I do get rewards, right?” He asked smugly, gripping her arms. She squinted her eyes at him, smiling, allowing him to walk her backwards until the cold tile touched her back.
“What would you like?” She bit her lip, her breath picking up as she stared up at him, his sensual green eyes staring down at her knowingly. Dean slid his hands down her arms and intertwined his fingers of one hand with hers, tilting his head as he pretended to think.
He switched the water off with the other, then kissed her softly, plush lips pushing against hers, his lips trapping her bottom lip in between. Unconsciously, his hand found her hip, and he gently brushed his thumb over her hip bone before he pulled back and smiled at her tenderly.
“Nothin’ you haven’t already given to me, baby.”
“Sex?” She asked between heated kisses. “That’s what you wanted?” She smiled against Dean’s mouth, permitting him to kiss her the whole journey to his room. “Not sure how that’s a reward…” Every now and then, he’d push her into a wall to grope her needily. And then, she’d pull him away from the walls to drag him away from where Sam or even Cas could catch them making out.
“The reward’s gonna be how sensitive…” he panted, leaving wet kisses along her neck as he opened the door to his room, she gasped at the sensation of his beard moving across her skin. “... you’ll be… and how wet I’ll make you…” he kicked the door behind him once they were inside and pushed her into the table next to the entrance, tugging the towel loose from her body to throw it over the green leather couch. “... every time I fuck you…” He dragged his fingertips down the front of her body, sensually, slowly, driving her mad before dipping down between her legs. “... all because you have a thing for my beard.”
She inhaled sharply, balancing herself by gripping the edge of the table. “I do not,” she denied, spreading her legs a little more as he teased her slick entrance with two of his fingers.
“Really?” Dean wondered, wearing a fake frown on his face. He lowered himself down, tugging the towel from his hips to fold it on the hard floor for his knees. He brought her hips toward his face, away from the table, licking his lips while keeping his eyes on hers.
“I have… just a,” she paused, watching Dean stick his tongue out between her folds to find her clit, “uh, a general… attraction to you…” He stared up at her smugly, flicking her clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue until her legs shook, and she flexed her hand on the table, letting it fly into his wet hair. “... y’know,” she moaned, “regardless of what you look like.” Dean leaned his head back to look at her, disbelieving as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.
“So… you don’t think I look hotter,” he stated, tilting his head up. She tried to resist smiling, but she couldn’t, and she snickered down at him.
“No,” she lied, then took his face in both of her hands, and shoved it between her legs to stop him from teasing her with words. He didn’t fight her, just hummed in surprise, and vengefully sucked on her clit, pushing his face deeper into her, his beard brushing delightfully between her sensitive thighs.
“Fuck,” she whispered, gazing down at him with a mirrored look of mischief and affection. Her cheeks were hot and coloured, and her heart was beating excitedly.
He moved his mouth lower as she writhed and moaned his name, lovingly combing her fingers through his wet hair while he lapped at her entrance enthusiastically, breaching her tight hole. With a rumbling moan, Dean squeezed the back of her thighs, salivating at the taste of her, igniting her nerves as his bearded mouth moved between her legs.
She gently ground her hips against his face, her eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before opening to continue admiring him. His nose moved against her clit while his tongue dipped inside the opening of her vagina, twisting around inside her pulsing walls, devouring her to prove his point, leading her to the ends of her pleasure.
He waited for the tell-tale signs of her orgasm’s approach: the flutter of her eyes, the breathiness of her moans, the arch of her back, the tightening of her grip on his hair. That’s when he pulled his mouth from her cunt, licking his lips to swipe away her arousal, he ignored her protests, and stood up.
“Gonna admit it now?” He murmured, grasping her chin, continuing to gaze down at her with admiration. She licked her dry lips and had the audacity to think about his question while batting her lashes at Dean. It amused him so much it drew out a husky chuckle as he leaned down to kiss her once more.
“I’m just messin’ with you,” she mumbled against his lips, burying her fingers into his hair, leading him away from the door. “You look very hot with a beard, Dean,” she continued kissing him, pressing him close to her mouth, guiding him blindly to his bed.
“I knew it,” he whispered with an eager smile against her mouth, turning her towards the green couch, and away from his memory-foam mattress.
She slowly pulled away, sitting down on the leather couch after moving away the half-wet towel he’d thrown on it. “Couch sex,” she smirked, grabbing his waist to bring him closer to her.
Dean mirrored her smirk, “your favourite,” he teased, biting his lip when she wrapped her hand around his cock, kissing his stomach first. Slowly, she stroked his heavy cock up and down, and hummed in agreement, opening her mouth for his hard cock.
He moaned softly, bringing his hand to the back of her neck, splaying his fingers to grasp the wet hair at the bottom of her head. He clenched his hand, breathless as she licks into his a lot for his precum, swirling her wet tongue around the pink tip.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, tugging her hair when she started sucking and bobbing her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. “As sexy as you look…” he trailed off, pulling her off his dick. She pouted at him, even when he nudged her thigh with his knee, and they moved together to lay down over the couch.
Dean slid his hand beneath her waist, kissing her lips, slowly ghosting his lips away. He teased her by nibbling her jawline, sucking at her neck when she pushed her head into the couch and arched her back, creating marks on collarbone and above her breasts.
Her hands slid across his body, touching what she could reach, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath her palms. Her hand veered up to the back of his neck, pressing him closer into her chest, his beard tickling her skin.
“Yeah,” she whispered to herself when Dean swirled his tongue around her hard nipple, “that feels great.” Dean smirked against her breast, encircling his lips around it to begin sucking.
Dean’s freehand skimmed down her side and the side of her leg, bending her knee, pressing it against her chest. He curled his hand around the bend of her knee and lifted it up to his shoulder, keeping it there as he lifted himself up her body, breathing warmly against her lips.
“If Sam’s an ass about the beard,” Dean warned her, his cock pressing into her entrance, “I’m gonna tell him you have a kink.” She lifted her head to glare at him, but when he gently pushed into her, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the couch, bringing him in for a kiss.
“It wouldn’t even be a lie,” she confessed, short of breath against his mouth with a flirtatious grin. He breathed out a laugh, pushing his hips flush against hers before starting to thrust into her roughly.
“Well,” Dean exhaled, “I didn’t count you for a beard lover.” She bit her lip and laughed through her nose while Dean’s hand dropped down between her legs, shoving her leg off the couch to pound deeper into her as the leather squeaked and the wood creaked beneath them.
“Sometimes… I don’t know if you’re actually unaware of how good looking you are… but you make everything work,” she panted, watching Dean stand on his knee with his other leg on the floor. She slowly slid her hands away from his body with a pout.
“Sure…” he whispered, ears turning red. “Beauty, eye of the beholder… all that,” he reasoned, lifting her hips for a better angle, moaning when she clenched around his cock and released a high-pitched gasp. Dean moved his hand between their bodies, splaying his hand over her pelvis, lifting her clitoral hood, and gently pushing circling around her clit.
Despite the overwhelming bliss of her impending orgasm, she lifted herself up on her elbow and glared at him for attempting to minimise her praise. She saved her words for later, the darkening of her eyes making him swallow anxiously, but delight made his stomach flip and warmth spread through him.
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— LINES OF YOUR HANDS
SUMMARY : dean tries being seductive in a Santa suit… and it works, surprisingly.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, on the kitchen table, Santa suit kink, nude photography, breeding kink, jerking off, cum play
WORD COUNT : 2.3k
A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — (Santa) suit kink and nude photography. this was cute to me, idk ‘bout y’all, like yeah, the sex, but Dean’s so cute in my imagination (and in the show). had clara oswald and danny pink in mind for this one, lmao XXX
“Merry Christmas, my love!” Dean exclaimed from the doorway of the kitchen. His girlfriend turned around, distractedly biting off the arm of a gingerbread man.
“You could’ve at least picked something sexy,” she snorted, turning away from him to bite the other arm of her gingerbread man. Dean pouted and made his way to her unenthusiastically.
“Well, guess what I’m wearing underneath,” he proposed excitedly with his hands on his hips. She didn’t turn around to look at him this time.
“Uh… your Scooby-Doo boxers?” She asked, grinning at the space in front of her before taking a bite of a gingerbread cookie’s leg. She knew that would make Dean whine more. “One of the hundred of black t-shirts you own, and uh… those ‘send noods’ socks, my fave,” she continued with a dreamy laugh. Dean sputtered.
“No,” he pouted adorably. She shrugged, mouth full, drinking warm coconut milk to help the cookie go down. Defeated, Dean’s frown deepened. “Nothing,” he whined, then stomped over to her, hoping she’d look at him. “Come on, admit it’s sexy,” he smiled cheekily, sitting on the table next to the small plate with crumbs and a gingerbread man that no longer had arms and legs.
She sighed playfully and then leaned back, eyes trailing from the top of his cute head to the bottom of his hot legs. She checked him out once more, contemplating his appearance: she stared at his thighs, the tent in the red, fluffy trousers, the tightness of the suit on him, the little bit of skin showing at his neck, the floppy red and white hat on top of his head.
She tried to give him what he wanted, to see the sexiness in his costume. But… she couldn’t help it, she smiled brightly at him. He was too damn adorable.
“Oh, come on!” He whined, then hastily undid the black belt around his waist, letting the coat fall open. She held her breath as she watched him, her eyes glued to his taut, hot body, and his warm, freckled skin. He bit his lip, and pulled his pants down to release his cock, and slowly started to jerk himself off.
That did it for her. Her stomach flipped and her pussy clenched, warmth spread over her face, her stomach, her cunt. She released a shaky breath as a wave of dampness ruined her underwear almost instantly.
Squeezing her thighs, she fumbled and checked her pockets for her phone to take a picture. Maybe a lot more than one. This was so hot and definitely worth being kept in the hidden photo album of explicit photos and videos of her and Dean.
When he saw it in her hands, he stopped touching himself and reached for the phone, but she snatched it away before he could snatch it away.
“Hey!” He complained. He thought she was going to ignore him and scroll through her phone instead.
“Shut up,” she grunted, which made his mouth shut instantly, “I’m trying to eat my gingerbread man and you want to seduce me… now deal with the fact that it worked.”
“You’re torturing the little man,” he stared down at the gingerbread man with an exaggerated frown. “But, hey, I ain’t complainin’ if you wanna take a few videos of me right now,” he grinned, going right back at it. “Did ya name him?” He asked, running his thumb over the tip of his leaking cock.
“Patrick,” she laughed softly, then stood up to find the perfect angle. It didn’t matter though, he looked good from all angles. She snapped a photo, kept tapping and tapping the red button to get as many as she could. Data storage be damned.
“Want some more frosting on Patrick?” He jested, but she was actually contemplating his offer. He cursed softly and watched her with hooded eyes.
She leaned down to collect the beads of precum at his tip with her tongue which made his body tense up, a loud moan erupting from his throat. She reached over and took a bite of her cookie, mixing the sweet and tangy flavour of her two favourite things. “Yummy,” she snickered, staring straight at Dean.
“Fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips.
“Maybe when you’ve got another load, you’re cumming inside me first.” She pushed her cup and the headless cookie to the far end of the table, close to the wall. “Fuck, actually… should I take a picture of you cumming on your hand first?” She stopped in the middle of lifting her shirt up, staring at him as he slowed the pace of his movements to stop his orgasm.
“No, later,” he decided for her, “please, get up here and ride me.” He begged, then shifted on the table to lie on his back, aware of the plate and cup she pushed against the wall when he placed the Santa hat with them. She snickered and lifted the top over her head. She wore no bra this morning and the sight of her breasts made him moan softly.
“Comfortable?” She asked, kicking her slippers off and then slid her leggings and underwear down in one swift pull.
“Just get up here,” he told her impatiently, reaching down to tug at his balls instead of jerking himself off. She laughed again and did as he asked. She climbed up the chair, made her way onto the table, and then sat on his lap, taking his hard cock in her hand.
“How are you making this work?” She teased, biting her lip, slowly stroking from base to tip. He instantly grabbed her hips, his red lips parted to release quick breaths as he brought her forward over his erect cock.
He shrugged, biting his lip and smiling cutely. “Please,” he begged again, urging her to take him. She playfully, teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, and stared down at him mischievously.
“Sam’s gonna get mad that we fucked on the table.” He knew she was stalling on purpose, getting him riled up. Her intentions were clearer when she reached for her phone again, and took a couple photos of his cock in her hand.
She stopped stroking his cock to focus on taking more photos. It frustrated him and he groaned, reaching between her legs. While she treated him like a sex model, leaning back in his lap to capture him at the best angle with her phone, he separated her folds and brushed his thumb against her clit.
His cock twitched when he brought two of his fingers to her entrance and an insane amount of slick met his fingertips. “Wow, it’s really workin’,” he chuckled, smiling up at her smugly. She rolled her eyes, lips parting when he pushed two fingers into her, meeting no resistance. “Please tell me you’re done, I wanna be inside you and feel all of this… wrapped around my dick,” he mumbled, pushing a third finger into her, then spread them apart inside her.
“Oh… fuck, Dean!” She moaned in surprise. Her phone tumbled out of her hand and rattled on the floor, but it didn’t break. She slammed both hands on his chest as her thighs shook on either side of his body as his fingers curled against the front of her walls.
“It’s Santa now,” he teased, pulling his soaked fingers out of her fluttering pussy to wrap it around his cock. She barely composed herself when he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting his cock into her swiftly.
She cried out again and buried her face into his neck, making a tight fist with both hands clenching around the red and white Santa jacket he wore. She moaned softly when he rolled his hips gently, soothing the amazing stretch of her cunt around him.
“Shit.. that was way too easy, babe,” he gasped, giving her ass a gentle swat. “You okay?” He murmured, kissing her temple. She nodded, her pussy fluttering needily around his cock. “Well…” he paused for a moment, reaching up to move her hair to one side, then lifted her mouth up to his. “What do you want for Christmas, sweetheart?” He mumbled against her lips, giving her a few loving pecks.
She kissed him lewdly, licking across his sugary lips and into his minty mouth with a hum. With a smirk, she replied, “a baby.”
His grip on her hair tightened and his cock twitched inside her. He pulled her off him with a sharp tug of her hair and stared at her face, stunned and aroused. “Don’t ask for something if you’re not serious about it…” he murmured, planting his black-leather-boot clad feet on the table.
“Who said I wasn’t serious?” She asked, placing her arm beside his head and laying her palm flat over his toned stomach.
“That shit-eating grin on your fuckable face.” Before she could get out a reply, Dean began to piston his hips up into her, clasping both hands on her hips roughly to keep her from moving.
With a surprised moan she pressed her forehead into her arm and wrapped her hand around one of Dean’s wrists, above his watch.
She panted heavily into his ear, occasionally moaning encouragements that made him fuck her harder. Her clit slapped delightfully against his pelvis with each thrust and upward grind. He focused on chasing her pleasure more than his own, angling her hips so he could press his cock into the front of her pussy, brushing repeatedly over her sweet spots.
“You want a baby?” He asked breathlessly, cock throbbing inside her velvety walls. He could feel her getting as close to her orgasm as he was, and continued to grind up against her after every thrust to stimulate her clit. “I’ll give you a baby,” he growled, latching his lips to her pulse.
With a sharp thrust and a hard bite, he came inside her with a grunt of her name against her neck. Hot cum pooled inside her and triggered her own orgasm. With a shuddering moan of Dean’s name, she took Dean's face lovingly into her hands and kissed him as he helped her ride out her orgasm.
Her kiss-swollen lips moved across his jaw, down his flushed neck and chest as they attempted to catch their breaths. Dean pulled her closer, his warm hands squeezing his favourite parts of her body that he could reach. Barely having caught their breaths, he mumbled, “I believe you need to let me eat your cookie now that I’ve delivered your gift. Santa’s gotta get a reward,” against her flushed cheek.
She moved away from his mouth and lifted a brow at the playful grin he gave her. “Do not call my vagina a cookie ever again,” she giggled, pushing up off his chest. Except he pulled her back down with his fingers around the back of her neck to peck her lips, once, then twice.
“Babe, please, I’m trying to be in the Christmas spirit,” he reasoned playfully with a nod, dimples on display with his puckered lips. He slid his hands down the curve of her back and stopped just shy of her ass, calloused hands caressing her soft skin.
She eyed him suspiciously and then dropped a lingering kiss on his forehead for cuteness. “Okay, I’ll let it slide… this time,” she smiled, then dropped doting kisses over his cheeks and nose.
“Right, but you have no problem with me referring to myself as Santa, hmm?” He muttered, feigning disappointment. Mischievously, she stopped her kisses before she could get to his mouth, hovering over his lips after kissing the corner of his mouth.
She pulled away as he waited for her kiss with a very subtle pucker of his lips and then, he had the audacity to pout again. “Be happy that I fucked you in this ridiculous costume at all,” she frowned, but her bright and amused eyes betrayed her serious face.
“This costume is not ridiculous, okay? You’re ridiculous…” he scoffed, moving his hands away from her hips to cross them over his chest defensively.
She bit back a smile and slid off his soft dick, which made him reach out for her to return with his lips parted to ask her to come back. Instead, she took his hands to balance herself as she climbed off the table and took her phone off the floor, his cum already starting to dribble out of her pussy.
She squeezed her legs together as she unlocked her cellphone to study the photos she took of Dean. “I’m gonna get these framed… or.. I’m making my own porn magazine with photos of you naked.. yeah, that’s a great idea,” she spoke to herself thoughtfully.
Dean blindly grabbed for the Santa hat, lifted his pants up, and slid off the table to wrap his arms around his naked girlfriend. He put the hat back on and dropped his chin on her shoulder to gaze at her phone.
“Only if you do the same for me,” he proposed bashfully, then slowly started moving his hands down between her legs. She smiled and parted her legs for him, but she didn’t expect him to send a slap over her sensitive clit.
He must have expected her reaction because he released her immediately and backed away when she jumped with a shout and turned to face him swiftly. She glared at him and walked towards him until the metal counter hit his back.
He licked his lip, trying to lean casually against the counter with his green eyes shining bright like shiny ornaments on a Christmas tree. He swallowed excitedly and smiled at her flirtatiously—that stupid smile he gave women when he tried picking them up or to get information out of them.
“I’m tying you up with the Christmas lights for that,” she threatened seductively, pressing herself up against his taut body. He bit his lip and carefully moved his hands to her ass to keep her close, then squeezed.
“Really?”
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— HEARTBREAK FEELS SO GOOD
SUMMARY : dean’s ninety-nine percent sure he’s fucking his girlfriend in the closet... okay, seventy-three percent sure, now… and actually, he’s pretty sure it is his girlfriend… thirty-five percent sure.
PAIRING : dean winchester x OFC, dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : jeralynne mora (OFC), random sexy elf girl deserves a mention
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, praise kink, Dean dressed as Ken, cheating, p in v, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be irresponsible), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, consent is so hot and it’s really sexy when you ask and it’s so fucking hot to ask for consent multiple times to make sure it’s definitely yes still
WORD COUNT : 3.5k
A/N : fall out boy song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — anonymous sex and costumes. for now, I think it’s just a one part story. all morality has flown out the window for this one, mates. XX
Dean lost track of his girlfriend somewhere in the sea of horny, sweaty, dancing people. It was dark inside the overly crowded house, lights flashed and overwhelmed his senses, the music was as loud as it could be so that he could feel the beat of the music in his stomach. The alcohol was not settling right in his stomach tonight because of it, so he abandoned the red plastic cup on a random table.
He didn’t want to come to this costume party at all, but Jeralynne insisted. Four months, they’d been dating for four months and it’s almost Christmas. It’s cold as hell outside and he’s dressed in one fucking layer of a Ken costume—for her.
He couldn’t bring himself to break up with her, but she was thrilled to see him everyday, and he just couldn’t do it. When they sat in silence, the words rested heavily on his tongue, his heart would beat fast, and he just wanted to do it, but then she’d be sweet on him. He couldn’t break her heart, but he knew he had to. Maybe after Christmas, he couldn’t do this to her now.
At least the hundreds of people dancing and kissing provided warmth.
Dean walked up the staircase, side-stepping past couples humping each other and making out heatedly against the walls. He made a point to stare at girls and gave them smirks and a wink when they grinned friskily at him while kissing their boyfriends.
The walls were so damn thin for such a giant house, he was unable to escape the loud sound of the music. The bass vibrated through the walls, causing picture frames to shake. He nearly wanted to run out of the place and choose to freeze his balls off outside, but he finally saw her.
Jeralynne was talking to a girl dressed as a sexy elf. God, at least that sexy Zorro costume she was wearing tonight was getting him hot and bothered. He considered asking her to fuck him and maybe slap him around a little, but maybe it was too early in the relationship for that.
Instead, he went up to her in her tiny, tight leather dress and slapped a hand over her ass. She gasped and turned around to face him, that classic red cup spilling liquid over her hand. She glared up at him cutely from under the brim of her black Stetson, her eyes narrowing between the black mask tied around her head.
He stole the drink from her and handed it to the sexy elf. She immediately took the cup without a complaint and whispered something along the lines of, “go get ‘em, hot stuff,” into Jeralynne’s hair.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, but he could hardly hear her. He just smirked down at her and pulled her close to him by her waist, leaning in to smell her skin. So flowery, always. “Dude!” She tried to look him in the eyes, but he nipped at her collarbone and shut her up with the gasp that escaped her.
“You’re not drunk, are ya, sexy?” He asked against her neck, leavening a trail of wet kisses along her neck and above her breasts. He walked her backwards and pressed her into the wall as she squirmed in his arms.
“Uh,” she flushed, pushing her arms against his chest, “no, that wasn’t alcohol.” She stared up at him curiously, there was sexy, fiery defiance and irritation in her eyes that turned him on. He planted a kiss on her lips that made her gasp in surprise.
“Good,” he murmured against her mouth and trailed his hands down to grab her ass then squeezed, and ground against her thigh. She cursed softly when she felt his erection. “You look smoking hot in this costume and I wanna fuck you real bad. I found a spot, what d’ya say? You down?”
He stopped what he was doing to weave his fingers through her soft hair and tilted her face up to drop kisses over her jaw by pulling gently at the roots. She stopped resisting him and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply, moaning a soft ‘I’m down’ against his mouth that made him smirk.
“Awesome,” he murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip and massaging her scalp. “The spot’s just a closet actually. That okay with you?” He asked with a quiet laugh, moving her with him to where the nearest closet was. She laughed breathlessly against his lips and nodded. A little shiver moved over her body like a wave when he opened the door.
“Yeah, s’long as we both fit,” she teased, earning a deep chuckle from him. He closed the door behind him and grabbed onto the tight hem of her dress to leave it bunched at her waist.
“Baby, the less space there is, the closer I am to your sweet little ass,” he moaned softly. She cursed under her breath and swiftly raised her hands to loosen the red tie he wore.
She pulled him in roughly by his now-loose tie and he moaned before they even made contact. She captured his lips in a breathy kiss. Dean felt his resolve melt away when she licked past his parted lips. His heart skipped a few beats when she buried her fingers into his hair and tugged. He gasped into her mouth, met her sweet tongue halfway, and kissed her lewdly.
She fumbled with the buttons of his striped blue and white shirt as he teased the waistband of her lace panties. He breathed heavily against her lips and helped her unbutton the shirt all the way. Their noses bumped against each other and he dove back in for a deep kiss while she shoved the red suspenders over his shoulders.
He licked her tongue as his cock twitched, aching to be let out of the thin slacks keeping him from being inside her. He swallowed her soft moan, pressing against her mouth desperately, keeping her pinned between the wall and his firm body. The sweet taste of non-alcoholic eggnog overtook his taste buds, so he sucked her tongue into his mouth for a better taste, needing the flavour of her permanently.
She hummed softly and reached behind him with one hand to squeeze his ass. He pulled back slightly with a gasp, a wet pop resounding inside the closed space when he parted from her mouth, and a blush scurried up his face.
“You're the hottest Ken I’ve seen tonight,” she whispered, fitting a hand between their bodies and biting his bottom lip, tugging gently until he groaned in pleasure.
“Pretty sure I’m the only Ken here,” he retorted bashfully. “But… thanks.” She skilfully unbuckled his belt, and laughed against his mouth when he looked down to watch her slim fingers move quickly to unbutton his slacks.
She trailed her lips across his jaw, slowly pulling his zipper down, and nipped gently at his earlobe. He bit his lip and pulled her underwear to the side, slipping his middle finger through her wet folds. He heard her breath hitch, moaned softly at the swollenness of her clit, and felt her leg ride up his hip to open herself up to his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so needy, sweetheart,” he murmured, circling her slippery entrance with two fingers.
“Says the one who can’t shut up,” she teased with a smirk. He scrunched his nose, then he pouted at her. She curled her fingers around the back of his neck and slipped her hand into his pants. She cupped his hard dick in her hand and sucked lightly at his pulse. He moaned lowly, almost growling when she found the spot instantly, licking and biting his special spot.
He felt like he was going to combust. She snuck her hand lower and brushed her thumb over the wet spot his leaking cock left on the cotton of his boxers. With a whimper, he removed his hand from her pussy and sucked his fingers clean of her arousal.
“I don’t have a condom, baby,” he admitted, untying the lace over her breasts so he could open the leather dress. She slipped her hand out of his slacks and frowned, disappointed. “I’m clean, though, if you wanna keep going. If not, I can find other ways to please you,” he murmured, tugging the dress open impatiently to latch onto her breasts.
“Fuck…” she moaned, arching her back. She was so horny, she didn’t really want to stop, and his constant search for a yes turned her on. The guys she tried to date were so horrible that the bare fucking minimum was doing it for her. His lips felt soft against her skin, his stubble tickled her sensitive skin when he moved from one breast to the other. “I’m clean, too,” she gasped, reaching for his hips, she tugged him forward, and ground her pussy against his thigh.
“That’s a yes to fucking, then?” He asked with a chuckle, starting to pull her underwear down slowly.
“Yes,” she replied with a grin, helping him pull the lace past her black thigh-high boots. He even got down on his knees and let her support herself on his shoulders so she wouldn’t trip. As soon as he got them off, she pulled both his boxers and slacks down, letting them pool around the shiny black shoes he wore. “Wow, you are…” she trailed off, taking his cock gingerly in her hand.
He grabbed her wrist and she looked up at him in question. He didn’t say anything, he just guided her soft hand up and down his throbbing, heavy shaft, while staring into her eyes. She bit her lip coyly and tightened her grip. It drew a rumbling moan from deep within his chest.
“I’m what?” He asked, his voice husky and raspy. He licked his pink, swollen lips, stepping closer to her.
“Big, thick,” she listed, tugging faster at his cock, “pretty. I wouldn’t mind having you in my mouth… it’s a shame you’re going inside me.” His eyes darkened at her lascivious expression. He pulled her hand away and manhandled her small frame into position. Her Stetson fell to the floor but they didn’t care.
“It’ll be worth it, babe,” he murmured against her neck, while his fingers pinched her nipple and he roughly kneaded her breast. She leaned back into his chest, squirming, panting, and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Is that an empty promise?” She teased softly, feeling him gently pull her cloak out of the way. He cut off the laugh before it even escaped her lips by lifting her leg up by the bend of her knee. She yelped and reached out to stabilise herself with her palm flat on the wall.
“Guess that’s up to you,” he told her, finding her sweet spot to mark it up as she had done to him. From behind, he rolled his hips forward and rubbed his cock through her soaked folds. They moaned together and he almost came when he felt her reach down to press his cock closer to her clit. With a breathless, “fuck, you’re driving crazy,” he reached down and replaced her hand with his, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged, reaching back with her freehand to bury her fingers in his gelled hair.
He smirked and slowly pushed his cock inside her. He groaned instantly as her walls fluttered around him, her warmth made him breathless, and he squeezed the thigh he was holding up. When she gasped, he slowly pulled out and then thrusted back inside her roughly, going deeper and deeper.
From this angle, his cock brushed repeatedly over her g-spot. Either she was sleeping with the wrong guys or she was so horny anything felt good. She had a feeling it the former thing, he knew what he was doing, just how to fuck her, where to put his hands, and knew just what to say to make her open her legs to him. He got into a mind-numbing rhythm and sucked another red mark on her shoulder.
He breathed heavily into her ear and found her breast with his other hand rather than gripping her hip. Dean noticed that as he fucked her harder, her moans started to sound slightly different than before, softer and less pornographic. It was hotter somehow, more intimate. Her gasps and the occasional moans, and thrown in between curses were short praises that made him slam into her harder.
“You feel amazing,” he rasped, twisting her nipple one last time before bringing his hand down to massage her swollen clit. She gasped sharply and clamped down on his cock. “Good girl, so wet for me…” he trailed off, rubbing circles on her clit faster.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna-” a strangled moan cut off her sentence when he pinched her clit.
“Shit, me too,” he chuckled deeply. “Where do you want me?” He heaved, hips stuttering as she squeezed him tighter. She turned her face slightly and pulled his lips down to hers.
“Inside me,” she murmured, kissing him roughly. With a few more thrusts, she orgasmed and her velvety walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. Her curses and moans filled the small closet and he groaned loudly against her mouth.
He let go of her leg, thrusted into her harder, faster, and wrapped his large hand around her neck. Her legs were pressed together tightly, keeping him inside her as she came and cried out her pleasure. With a loud moan, he came, his hot cum spurting deep inside her.
His thrusts slowly came to a stop and he panted against her neck, exhausted and satisfied. He stayed inside her and pressed soft kisses over her neck and shoulder.
“Been wanting to fill you up with my cum,” he admitted softly, sliding his hands soothingly up and down her sides. “Didn’t think you’d be into it.” He planted a kiss on top of her head and pulled his soft cock out of her.
“Guess Ken was right about being a ten,” she murmured, turning around on shaky legs to lean against the wall. He snorted and grinned down at her. He reached down and pulled his slacks and underwear back up, shoving his cum covered cock carelessly into his briefs.
He got down on his knees, snatched her underwear from the floor, but instead of putting them on her, he pulled her hips away from the wall and buried his face into cunt.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped, her legs falling open again as he lapped at her entrance, licking away her cum and his own.
“Still, Dean, darlin’,” he mumbled against her pussy with a laugh.
“Dean,” she murmured thoughtfully. His nose rubbed gently against her sensitive clit and she whined, letting herself relax as his tongue prodded at her entrance.
“Come for me again, yeah?” He looked up at her and pushed two fingers into her wet hole. He thumbed at her clit, flicking teasingly side to side, and waited for her to say ‘okay’ before replacing his thumb with his mouth.
When she orgasmed for the second time, he licked his lips gladly, and stood back up, bringing her in for a kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. She slid her hands up his bare best, gently scraping his nipples with her nails.
He pulled away and inhaled sharply, then finally said what he’d been wanting to ask since he saw her pick this costume out. “Some time in the future… what would you say to helping me fulfil an old fantasy of mine?” He rubbed his thumb gently over her hipbone and kissed her forehead.
“You wanna do this again?” She laughed breathlessly, when he lowered his head to bite and tug at her nipples playfully. She pulled his hair so he’d look her in the eyes again. She wasn’t used to being doted on after sex, but it was a nice change.
“Uh, what do you mean?” He stared down at her with confusion, lips wet, red, and in a pout.
“What do you mean?” She asked, just as confused. The song being blasted turned from a loud one to a soft Christmas one, and he realised she sounded way off. He searched blindly for the light switch in the closet by sliding his hands across the wall. “Here.” She switched the light on and he swallowed when he stared down at the girl who was definitely not Jeralynne.
“Fuck,” he groaned, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Oh, fuck… no… I’m so… sorry,” he apologised, getting down quickly to help her put her underwear on. “Kind of sorry, the sex was great,” he corrected himself, refusing to look up at her. Even when he got her underwear up all the way and helped her adjust, he looked to the side.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” She searched for his face and then cupped his jaw so he’d look at her. His eyes fluttered, closing to avoid her, but then he opened them, and steeled himself for the truth he was about to tell.
“I have a girlfriend and you’re both wearing the same costume… and I… I’m sorry for putting you in this position,” he sighed. He took her hand, moving it away from his face, and watched her eyes widen.
“Uh, easy mistake?” She shrugged, her cheeks turned pink as she pulled her hand out of his grasp. “I don’t know what to say…” she trailed off, quickly tightening the lace of her dress to cover her breasts.
“They should lower this damn music,” he muttered, reaching down for her Stetson. She laughed softly at that and took it from him, putting it neatly atop her head again.
“We can forget about this,” she told him, lowering and adjusting the hem of her leather dress. Meanwhile, he started to button his shirt up again. “See ya ‘round, Dean,” she smiled awkwardly and cracked the door open.
“Wait!” He shouted after her. When she jumped, he cleared his throat and brought his hand awkwardly to the back of his neck. She raised a brow at him and waited for him to speak. “I’m gonna be straight with you right now.. I can’t click with my girlfriend…” He trailed off, watching her shut the door and cross her arms over her chest while chewing her lip.
“Want some advice or something?” She laughed softly, then reached out with a grimace to touch the red mark on his neck. “I guess I’m a pretty good coach, even if I haven’t dated in a while. You know what they say: All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… actually, I don’t think that goes well with this situation,” she added distractedly, brows furrowed and a pout on her pretty lips.
He laughed softly and smiled down at her. He groaned, hating the fact that he was dating someone when he felt something so special right now with someone else. He shook his head and sighed heavily. “No… this is all fucked up, but… when I break up with my girlfriend, wanna… try this out?”
She tilted her head and bit her lip hesitantly. “How about we just stick together as friends… for the meantime,” she offered. He frowned, felt his stomach sink at the rejection, but she seemed conflicted about everything which soothed his ego.
“Yeah.. I get it, can’t just jump into one relationship and then another without giving myself time…” he nodded, trying not to appear too dejected. He smiled at her kindly and she smiled shyly in return.
“Sure,” she said nervously. “Uh, good luck,” she whispered, turning around once again to get out. She got out of the room this time, but he grabbed her elbow to stop her once again.
“Can I get your number?” He asked quietly, hope turned his eyes bright. “It’s cool, if you don’t want to.” She turned around and he let her slide her arm out of his grip, but she only kept her small palm against his calloused one. It felt so right.
She reached up for his unmade tie and pulled him in for a kiss. It was rough and needy, breathtaking and made his heart nearly burst. He didn’t realise how different it felt to kiss Jeralynne and this cute stranger. She pulled away breathlessly, but he chased her lips and gave her a final peck, wishing it could last forever.
“Fuck, you taste good,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his. “Anyway, yeah…” she conceded, pulling away from him to hold her hand out.
“Awesome,” he whispered, unsure as he put his mobile in her hand. She added herself to his contacts and he smiled softly at her name. Now, he knew.
“We need to figure this out first. Until then, let’s… not have contact,” she added, staring up at him under the white glow of the light. He did the same, trying to memorise the hidden features of the woman who made him feel things he’d never felt before, and was now leaving—possibly forever.
Talk about wrong place, wrong time, right person.
➥ my love will never die
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— GOD, IF YOU ARE ABOVE
SUMMARY : technically part two of demonology and heartache (which I haven’t posted, yet). an au in which dean is a priest and the reader is a demon with an obsession to corrupt him.
PAIRING : priest!dean winchester x demon!reader (f.)
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, voyeurism, smut, p in v, masturbation, corruption kink, priest kink, blasphemy, defiling a church, jealousy
WORD COUNT : 1.8k
A/N : falling in reverse song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — voyeurism and priest kink. no spoilers for the fic I haven’t posted. @jacklesversebingo card square — voyeurism. this is… uh… I’m going to hell XXXX
Dean attempted to act as if she didn’t affect him. He felt so guilty, he wouldn’t even dare confess to his superiors what he’d done or tell them that the new nun they brought to the church was in fact an ancient demon.
The truth was, she hadn’t harmed anyone physically. But he had a feeling it was her that influenced the strange closeness between Sister Perlamaria and Sister Arelys. And the scent of cigarettes and alcohol that billowed from Father Calvo’s breath. And the dirty dreams he’s been having every night, more frequently than before, always with her.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to come clean about her to someone who could do something about her subtle corruption within the church, the defilement of all that was once in everyone in the church.
Dean wondered what she told the people who came by and how she so easily managed to make people believe her, how she convinced them to do as she suggested, not even having to lift a finger to get what she wanted.
Well, that was the case for everyone else except him. For him, she made him dream about her, fantasies of doing things to her, and of her doing things to him. And when he was under her spell—which really wasn’t a spell at all, but rather his lust and desire for carnality—she pounced on him. And now, he was hers.
He struggled to keep her promiscuous behaviour to a minimum, it was difficult to control her at all—and it was arousing all together, unfortunately for him. He couldn’t resist her and eventually, the dreams ended, but his desire for her was undying. She was truly wicked, burrowing into him and planting seeds that would grow of their own accord.
His desire for her bloomed on its own within him, a few intimate touches, sultry glances, and seductive words sent in his direction were enough to keep those flowers from withering away. They were more like weeds than flowers, he wanted to get rid of his desire, but he couldn’t. They invaded all that he was.
But it was a nice feeling that made him… free. He didn’t want to stop, not after getting a taste of her sinful lips, not after getting his hands on her soft body, not after she slept with him.
He walked to her room again, like he did every night. Sometimes she was nowhere to be found. Other times she’d be asleep. Or she’d read the Bible mockingly, marking the text and correcting the stories. If he was lucky, he’d catch her touching herself, moaning his name as she climaxed on her fingers.
He was too much of a coward to enter her room. He knew that she knew he watched her when she touched herself. He wasn’t brave enough to enter her room to bury himself inside the warmth of her body. Instead he returned to his room to finish the job with his own hand.
Today, he was too tired to sneak around and add to the guilt that already weighed him down. As exhilarating as it was to be with her and to see her every once in a while, as a break from what his father wanted him to do. Dean just wanted to give in completely to something he wanted, to something new.
He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew it was not a coincidence that the doors were shutting by themselves as he made his way back to his room. A shiver ran down his spine, prickling his skin so his hairs stood on end, but there were no windows open. He knew it was her.
He got to his room, but the door didn’t budge. He sighed tiredly, but a smile tugged at his lips despite how wrong it felt to walk away from his room with a spark of thrill in his blood.
He followed the chill around the cathedral, allowing self-shutting doors to take him wherever he knew Y/n was guiding him.
Eventually, he made his way to the nave. The moonlight poured through stained glass, onto the walls and floor. Dean didn’t have to look around for her because he could hear her pleasuring herself, and straight across, on the altar, was her.
Naked. His breath caught in his throat. He felt… offended. Afraid. Aroused.
He froze where he stood, having a clear view of her skin and her body. Her hand moved between her legs, her other cupped her breast, and she arched her back off the hard flat surface of the altar.
He wasn’t sure if it was all a show for him. Or if she wanted to get caught on purpose. He also thought of the possibility that she may even be trying to tempt the other Sisters or Fathers, the way she had with him.
The dreams of carnal love-making ended. The escapes from her quarters into his to enact his fantasies had lessened. He didn’t know if she was bored of him and was moving on to a new victim or if she was teasing him, testing him.
He was jealous, he could feel the heat rise up his face at the thought of her interest moving away from him to someone else. She was a demon, afterall, she had no loyalties to anyone, no conscience or care for the concept of monogamy. He couldn’t believe he had feelings for her, as if she would do the same. He knew she didn’t, she would never reciprocate, she couldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He stepped closer to her, his stomach fluttering, his heart palpitating… He felt hot all over, jealous, angry, so many emotions—including lust. His hands shook and walking felt uncomfortable from how erect he was within the confines of his black dress pants.
She was taking longer than normal to get off, smoothing her hands over her soft, fleshy body. Laying herself out completely over the decorated altar, staring up at the crucifix defiantly when her hand travelled back down between her legs.
Dean wondered if she’d done it before, if she did it always. He knew nothing about her, except for the taste of her mouth and her pussy, the texture of her skin, her lips, and her warmth deep within… a warmth that simply did not reach her eyes, it was only lust in disguise.
Her head rolled to the side, eyes closed, brows furrowed in concentration, pants and moans echoing through the wooden walls. Her eyes fluttered open when one of his feet dragged loudly across the floor, and she lifted her head to see the intruder, a mischievous smirk growing on her face.
She spread her legs further apart, her fingers moving quickly against her clit, fingers plunging inside her pussy faster as he stood frozen in place. His lungs tightened as she stared into his eyes just a few feet away from him, her moans getting louder and needier.
He was breathless and his legs felt like he was walking through tar, but he was still able to rush over to her, and slap a hand over her mouth to silence the lewd sounds she was making. His presence only seemed to spur her, she stared up into his eyes shamelessly, and he did the same for a few moments before looking away.
His gaze slowly trailed down to her breasts as she arched further off the flat surface. He traced the curve of her waist with his green eyes, captivated by her arousing beauty. He felt her tongue against his palm and her teeth, and he stared back up at her lecherously, breathing heavily as she moaned his name against his palm.
He pushed her thighs apart and stared obscenely as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit, her thighs and fingers soaked in her excitement. He held his hand tightly to her mouth to continue muffling the hot sounds she was making, and brought his other hand down to keep her thighs apart, holding her leg bruisingly onto the altar, until she fell apart on her own fingers.
She cried into his hand, worshipping his name as she writhed and shook. Her eyes pierced his, shining with desire—and what he thought was reverence.
When he released her, Dean tilted his head at her. She relaxed, catching her breath while staring up at him, her lust devouring him whole.
“Do you always do this here?” He asked her, shoving his coat off his shoulders. She read the situation wrong, and excitedly reached for his belt to unbuckle it as she shook her head at him. “Don’t,” he implored quietly, placing his coat over her shoulders.
“Please,” she whispered, releasing him nonetheless. She leaned back on her arms and watched him, her eyes begging him to take her where she was.
“I can’t,” Dean murmured, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. She breathed in and kissed him back, taking his hands to them on her warm hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning backwards until he was leaning over her. “My room,” he mumbled against her lips, but she pulled away to scowl playfully.
“You don’t have to take your clothes off,” she smiled cheekily, shrugging his coat off her shoulders. He stared down at her body and inhaled sharply, squeezing her hips. “It’s actually hotter if you leave it on, Father,” she teased, tugging his belt to encourage him, but she didn’t remove it.
“You still want me?” He asked, kissing her shoulder. She pulled away and gazed up at him for a few seconds, confused by his question.
“Yes…?” She started to unbuckle his belt slowly, waiting for him to stop her if he didn’t want her to go further. “Why are you asking?” She asked anyway, gasping when she felt two fingers push into her, her stomach fluttering.
“I like the attention you give me,” he confessed as she worked his pants off faster.
“Well…” she began thoughtfully, “you’re the most interesting person here.” Dean hummed in approval of her answer and slipped his fingers out of her to wrap them around his cock, teasing her wet slit like she’d taught him.
The word “good,” rumbled hotly through him and he pushed into her wet entrance, then grabbed her thighs to pull her to the edge of the table. Fully sheathed inside her, they both moaned quietly, her legs bending at the knees so she could press him into his sides, holding him close.
“There’s nothing good about my interest in you, Dean,” she purred sensuously, her fingers curling around the back of his neck, slipping through his soft hair. She pulled him down and kissed him, gratified by the arousal burning furiously in his green eyes like a forest on fire.
That look in his eyes was why she did this. Deep down, there was a purity in his soul she could never defile, not like she had done to everyone and everything in this church. The light within him burned so brightly, it could not be easily extinguished, and that was an exciting challenge she didn’t mind failing.
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— KEEP THE LIGHTS ON
SUMMARY : using ice to match the cold weather of December, contrasting the heat of the love and praise poured into Dean.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, dean wearing panties, praise kink, cock worship, ice play
WORD COUNT : 2.6k
A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — ice play and cock worship. this was new and fun, heheh XXX
“Do they feel nice?” She asked, smiling down at him as he flushed and squirmed. He bit his lip and stared up at her through his lashes, his green eyes bright and wide, shimmering with lust. My God, he was so beautiful.
“Yes,” he answered bashfully.
“Calvin Klein, they’re so soft,” she grinned, leaning over him to kiss his nose. He scrunched it up cutely and gently lifted his hands to her hips. “And you thought I’d make fun of you,” she commented, shaking her head with a little smile.
“I should buy more of these for you, then?” He asked, looking down at her half naked body. He was trying to change the subject, but she let him. She sat up and looked down at herself, hands on her breasts, she felt the soft cotton of her peach coloured bra beneath her fingertips and then nodded.
“Makes me feel pretty.” Then, she smiled wider at him and placed her hands on his bare chest. “Makes you look even prettier.” He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were bright red, up to the tips of his ears, all the way down to the base of his neck.
“I shouldn’t have told you this…” he trailed off, drawing circles on her hip bones with the pads of his thumbs.
“What?” She asked dramatically, leaning forward to peck his lips. “Why not? I love you.” He kissed her automatically, keeping her flower-flavoured lips close to his.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll give ya that,” he chuckled, sliding his hands slowly up her back, pressing her down against his body. “I’m just…” he trailed off, playing with the clasp of her bra.
“Embarrassed by what people might think or say?” She finished for him, trailing her lips across his jaw, nibbling despite the tickling stubble.
“Yeah,” he whispered, closing his eyes as she kissed up to his pulse point. Sucking softly, he moaned, bending his knees and rolling his up against her wet core. The sheer, pale-purple panties he wore rubbing so deliciously against the cotton of her peach underwear.
“Well, I’m not them and they’re not here,” she told him, sitting up and sliding off his lap. “I’m gonna have to pull your panties to the side and show you that it doesn’t matter what any fuckhead thinks,” she said playfully, sliding her hands lovingly down his sides.
He laughed out loud, throwing his head back in the pillows, body shaking with laughter. She smiled down at him and laughed quietly, patiently waiting for him to come to a stop.
“I love you,” he murmured breathlessly. “Whatever it is that I show you, you just… don’t change.”
“Why would I?” She tilted her head, reaching into a metallic bowl with melted ice. He craned his neck upwards to watch her, biting his lip as water dripped down her hands, her fingers turning red from the coldness of the ice cubes. She popped one cube into her mouth, sucking softly as he watched, swallowing as a droplet slipped down her wrist to her elbow.
“I dunno,” he shrugged dumbly. His eyes flickered back up to her face. She stared back at him lovingly and leaned down to deposit the now-small ice cube on his stomach from her warm mouth. He inhaled softly, watching as she licked his flushed skin and pushed the ice cube with her tongue.
She left it between his pecs and leaned upwards to kiss his neck mischievously. He shivered and squirmed, reaching upwards to clench a hand in her hair. Cold lips sucked again at the pink mark on his neck, her tongue just as cool moving back and forth against his warm skin. He moaned deeply and tugged her hair, needily guiding her cold mouth to his.
He sucked her tongue when their already parted lips met, the cold velvet of her mouth against his feverish tongue. Dean licked into her with furrowed brows, focused on tasting every inch of her—wet and lewd lips moving with hers.
She pressed against him hard, smoothing her icy fingers up his chest. She found the ice cube again and brought them over to one of his nipples. He retracted his tongue from her mouth, gasping against her lips, but she continued to kiss him with just as much passion as he started with.
Out of breath, he tugged her hair again, pulling her away from his lips. She allowed him to move her away and took the same ice cube from his chest, holding it to his lips. He opened his mouth so she could drop it inside and let it dissolve in his hot mouth.
“You’re so cute,” she whispered playfully, reaching up for a new ice cube. She let the cold water fall on his stomach, a little pool of liquid forming between the faint lines of his toned stomach. The water slid down his sides, onto the sheets, and tickled his skin. “Mmm, so hot,” she murmured, holding the ice tightly in one hand while she reached down to the silky panties she got him to wear.
She placed the ice cube above his belly button and his skin prickled, bumps growing on his skin so his hair stood on ends, the shiver running up his spine to his head. She rubbed her warm hand over the underwear, stroking his erect cock slowly, torturously brushing her thumb over the tip as precum dampened the sheer material.
He fisted the sheets, breathlessly giving her control over his pleasure. She wrapped her lips around the melting ice cube resting on his stomach and released it again to kiss her way down to his pelvis with frosty lips. She mouthed over his cock, humming softly against him as he rolled his hips upwards, lips parted and brows pinched together.
“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pulling the panties he wore to the side to pull his dick out with cold fingers. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes snapped open, meeting the smug face of his girlfriend between his legs. She blew warm air over the tip dripping precum, watching it twitch as it stood erect. “So pretty, just like the rest of you,” she smiled up at him.
He cursed softly, biting his lip hard as she leaned forward and swirled her cold tongue around the tip and then flat up the slit. His precum against her tastebuds made her mouth water.
“Mmm, better than cookies,” she hummed softly, licking the soft tip one last time for emphasis on how good he tasted. Her fingertips teased upwards along the shaft as she planted a kiss on the tip, then followed the same path of her fingers on the other side with her lips.
She kissed her way back down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. Dean whined softly, breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling quickly while she licked the underside starting from where her hand was, up to the head. She flicked her tongue along the frenulum in soft and quick strokes. He was quick to clench his hand upwards into the pillow beneath his head, a loud moan slipping from his lips.
She moaned softly in response to his voice, tracing the veins along his cock slowly with the tip of her tongue. Heat flooded his body and his thighs twitched as she continued to tease his hard cock with her tongue and lips.
“Please,” he begged, staring down at her with pleading eyes. She bit her lip and laughed softly.
“No, I wanna take my time.” She slowly moved her fist up his cock and reached over with her other hand for another ice cube. He groaned out a laugh and then whined, grasping her hips bruisingly. “Don’t you like this? I sure do, you feel amazing,” she smirked, bringing the dripping ice cube to the tip of his cock.
Dean hissed and jerked, so she pulled back, watching him closely.
“Fuck… That’s new,” he murmured, leaning up on his elbow to watch her hand gently stroke up and down his saliva-coated cock.
“Good ‘new’?” She asked, then chewed on her lip, scooting closer so his thighs rested above hers.
Dean nodded, smiling adorably. She smiled down at him and laughed, dripping cold, melted water over cock as she brought her hand up and down his cock faster. Dean moaned softly and closed his eyes, his head falling back lazily.
“You’re so hard,” she hummed thoughtfully, but she looked more fascinated than confused. He opened his eyes to gaze at her, flustered as she licked her lips with her eyes glued to his cock—the same way she stares at her favourite desserts after he asked if she wanted some and she told him no.
“And what about it?” He sassed as he gazed up at her through those pretty lashes of his. Her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed at his tone.
“And it’s really damn hot and you’re making me so goddamned wet,” she sassed back, then brought the ice into her other hand to slowly jerk him off with it.
“Oh, fuck!” He shouted, his body falling back into the bed as his elbow shook beneath him. He locked his claves behind her thighs, bringing her closer and keeping her in place.
“You’re so hot, baby,” she whispered, amusement creeping up her aroused face. She reached down to cup his balls with her free hand, cold skin meeting his warmth, making his gasp in surprise.
“You’re mean,” he complained, looking at her lazily.
“But… you like it,” she told him, raising a brow, “you’re so turned on, look at you, squirming and throbbing, hot and heavy in my hand. God, I wanna have you in my mouth so bad, my mouth is watering just imagining the taste of your fucking delicious cock and cum.” She licked her lip and abandoned his balls to reach into the bowl for another ice cube. “I want to feel you inside me.” She let the ice cube hover over the base of his cock, freezing water droplets falling and dripping over his balls. He inhaled sharply, his teeth digging into his pink lips. “I want your beautiful cock to touch me deep inside in ways my fingers never can, bringing me closer and closer to pleasure, leaving me so pathetically wet and swollen, the way only you can make me,” she murmured, staring straight into his gorgeous green eyes. Then, she brought the ice cube down to his perineum, drawing out a long, deep growl that vibrated arousingly through his body. “Until I cum real damn hard I nearly pass out from how good you make me feel and soak you with my orgasm.” His eyes darkened and he pressed against the back of her thighs with his calves so she’d fall into his chest.
He cupped her jaw and brought her in for a heated kiss, his tongue hungrily separating her soft lips to enter her mouth. She smiled into the kiss and released his cock. Wet, wintry hands moved up his body while his warm ones moved to her back, his adept fingers unclasping her bra.
She brushed her cold fingertips over one of his nipples and used the ice cube to teasingly circle the other. He moaned into her mouth, pulling away to breath against her wet lips, but he kept her in place with his fingers tangled in her hair. His free hand dragged the straps of her bra all the way off, forcing her hands away from his chest as he shuddered from the cold.
“What do you want?” She whispered, throwing her bra carelessly to the side and lifted the ice to smear the melting water over his mouth. “I want to make you feel good, Dean, tell me how you want it. My hands, my mouth, my pussy…” She suggested, dipping her fingers into his mouth, ice and all. He released her hair and dropped his hands to her waist, cold fingers making her shudder. “Should I decide for you?” She asked teasingly, watching his tempting mouth as he sucked her fingers and the ice. “I wanna taste you so bad, wanna feel how good you feel in my mouth. But… I also wanna keep touching you and watch your cum drip over my fingers. But, there’s also having you inside me, the stretch of your cock, feeling the way it touches places inside me that drive me insane…”
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, mouth stuffed with her two fingers and the ice cube.
“I love everything about your cock,” she murmured, pulling her fingers out of his mouth. While he finished off the ice cube, she reached down into her underwear and teased her swollen clit with her cool, soaked fingers. She bit her lip as she watched him, her eyes heavy with lust, brows furrowed in concentration.
Once the ice melted in his mouth completely, he took advantage of her distracted state to flip her over onto her back. She yelped and pulled her hand out of her underwear to cling to him.
“Take this all off, babe, I wanna be inside you,” he growled. He didn’t even wait for her to start, he just grabbed her knees impatiently and bent them, pushing them together and to the side so he could slip her underwear off swiftly.
He glanced up at the steel bowl and reached inside to take a couple of ice cubes. Like she’d don’t earlier, he scooted forward so her thighs moved over his thighs, opening her legs to him.
“Wow, all that really did get you wet,” he chuckled, placing one ice cube on her pelvic bone. The arctic-like water trickled down to her folds and over her pulsing clit. She gasped and shuddered, nipples becoming hard before he even put his cold mouth and fingers over them.
“Why are you surprised?” She asked breathlessly, digging her fingers into his hair. “Like it’s not always like that with you…” she arched her back, her hips moving impatiently, causing the ice to slide across her skin.
“Dunno,” Dean mumbled against her breast, moaning as she gently scraped his scalp with her fingernails. He sucked softly and then let her nipple go, but continued to pinch the other, rolling it between his fingers. “Let me act shocked, okay? Please, it’s… real sexy.”
She laughed and roughly tugged on the strands of his hair for the fun of it. His little moan made her needier.
“You keeping the panties on?” She asked, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock again. On purpose, she made sure to angle his dick towards where the frigid ice was, and he released a long, grunted curse. His hips stuttered, in between wanting to feel the contrast of temperature against his hot cock and wanting to get far away from it.
“I just wanna… fuck you… that, um.. okay?” He panted against her parted lips as she tugged at his cock unhurriedly. His words excited her, making her stomach clench and his breath, the brush of his lips against hers, it all made her dizzy, drunk with arousal.
“Whatever you want, Dean.”
“I dunno, I’m pretty weird, babe,” he laughed softly, a hint of insecurity in his lopsided smile.
“Have you met me?” She challenged, bringing his cock down to her pussy, using the tip to separate her weeping folds and tease her clit. Her breath hitched and she picked up the pace of her strokes, letting each tug press his cock against her clit.
“Babe,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers, and screwed his eyes shut. Her lips found his in a long, loving kiss. He dropped his body lower, gripping the pillow beneath her head, and bucked his hips into her hand.
“Fuck me, Dean… I want all of you. Every glorious inch.”
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— TRENDS AND PHASES
SUMMARY : after months of preparation, Dean can finally understand what it’s like to be fucked.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), pegging, rimming, anal fingering (m. receiving), overstimulation, sub!dean, dom!reader, bottom Dean, fluff
WORD COUNT : 2.8k
A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofkinkmas2023 — anal sex (and scent kink if you squint). I did it! omg, I tried writing the butt stuff and i went through with it 💀 ya know, I like cutting off before the second sexy times XXXXXX
“I don’t know if it’s possible, but I think I can cum just looking at you like this,” she teased, kissing Dean’s freckled shoulder blade.
“It’s ‘cause you’re ovulating, babe,” he murmured, looking at her from over his shoulder with a shy smile.
“Oh, right. That’s a possibility,” she pondered, tracing his shoulder with her nose. She inhaled the scent of him with a hum and a smile, whiskey, firewood, citrus, and something that was just Dean.
She sneaked her small hand beneath his body, moving up his chest to brush against his nipple, then to pinch it. He buried his face into her pillow, inhaling the aroma of her jasmine shampoo as heat blanketed his body. He rolled his hips into the bed, the cotton of the towel beneath them a completely different texture from his soft sheets against his cock.
She kept her hand on his chest and brought her other hand between his legs, teasing his hip bones with delicate touches, before dipping down to wrap her hand around his cock. Dean moaned softly and arched his back, clenching the towel beneath him tightly in his hands as she stroked his cock teasingly. She kissed the nape of his neck, trailed her lips across the back of his neck, and nibbled gently on his earlobe.
He definitely put some new cologne on. She could feel the scent of it tickle her nose, a good tickle. She didn’t want to stop smelling him, faint, fresh, gentle… It smelled expensive and—well, it smelled like man.
“I change my mind,” he announced suddenly, shivering beneath her when she brushed her thumb over the slit of his cock to spread the leaking precum. She pulled away from his body and blinked down at him curiously, both her hands sliding to his hips. “I wanna do it on my back.. I wanna watch you.” He’d been thinking of it for a while now and just now got the courage to say it.
“Oh,” she chuckled, then she scooted back on her knees and swatted his ass gently, watching it jiggle after the impact. “Sure, lay on your back, then.” He chuckled and moved over onto his back, staring up at her with a dorky smile.
“You look hot,” he murmured, slapping his hands over her hips where the black leather harness was hooked around her gorgeous body. He hooked his fingers over the straps and tugged her forward, leaning up on one arm to meet her halfway with a kiss.
She wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder and cupped his jaw, tilting his face so she could deepen the kiss. He slid his hand up her waist, sneaking beneath the tight, cropped tank top she was wearing to squeeze her breast.
“You sure you want this, D?” She whispered, trailing her lips down his neck as he pinched and tugged at her nipple. He nuzzled the side of her face and made her look up at him without having to use his words.
“Is my dick not hard?” He sassed, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Um,” she hummed thoughtfully, taking his cock and her strapped-on dildo in one hand, stroking them together. She licked her lips, staring into his eyes. He dipped his chin into his chest to watch her hand move up and down, the pinkish dildo rubbing against his cock felt new and arousing, then he gazed up at her through his lashes. “Yeah… it’s hard,” she replied with just as much sarcasm.
He slowly let himself fall back into the bed and grabbed her hips desperately bringing her closer, hips flush against his. He panted softly, closing his eyes despite wanting to keep staring into her fierce eyes when she dropped her free hand between to massage his balls.
“Please,” he moaned, “fuck me, sweetheart.” She released him and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. His eyes fluttered open and he licked his lips, perking up as she pushed his legs open.
“Sounds different now when you say that since I’m actually fucking you in the ass,” she teased, clicking the cap open, gently squeezing the bottle so the clear liquid oozed over the dildo. She grabbed a glove from the same bedside table and slipped it onto her hand to drizzle some onto her fingers.
She dropped the bottle next to them on the bed and brought them down to his perineum and massaged gently, watching him closely, both to be aware of any discomfort and to get down what he may like. His cock twitched, standing erect over his stomach, painting his beautiful skin in precum.
“Feels different… your fingers feel better than mine,” he murmured, squirming when she slid her fingers downwards to his puckered hole, circling it teasingly. She smiled up at him and slowly pushed them inside of him, he tightened at first and then he relaxed around her fingers.
“‘Cause they’re smaller?” She asked quietly with a laugh, licking her lips. She pushed her lubed-up fingers all the way inside and pulled them out of him halfway.
“Softer,” he gasped, grinding down against her fingers so she wouldn’t stop. She hummed softly with a grin and continued thrusting her fingers into him before adding a third finger inside, pressing up into the spot she’d found as they explored and prepped for the strap on.
“You look so… fuckable, Dean,” she told him softly, massaging the same spot over and over with all three fingers. He moaned loudly, hands twitching as they gripped the towel, an intense pleasure tingling up his spine. His cock ached to be touched, but he didn’t dare move, he wanted her to make him feel good. Much to his disappointment, she pulled her fingers out of him.
“Wish that lasted longer,” he mumbled playfully, breathing heavily. She laughed and skilfully removed the glove from her hand, turning it inwardly as she removed it and threw it into the bin. She stroked the dildo to evenly lube it up. He watched her and chewed on his lip anxiously, excited to be fucked, wondering what it would be like to see her fuck him, if it’s as hot as he imagined every time they prepared his ass for it with toys or eachothers’ fingers.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, Dean.” She promised distractedly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock tightly and carefully pressing the tip of the dildo against his hole.
Dean inhaled sharply, bracing himself as she pushed the toy—with ridges and bumps in all the right places—in and out, sliding inside him inch by inch. She twisted her hand up his cock twice, then released him when her thighs were pressed against the back of his thighs.
She bit her lip and ground against him, grabbing the back of his thighs to push the strap-on all the way inside him. She leaned down pressing into him more and smirked against his parted lips when he gasped out the breath he’d been holding.
“Oh. Fuck,” he whimpered quietly, bringing his knees up towards his chest to bring her closer. “I love you,” he moaned softly, his brows furrowing prettily as he stared up at her.
“I love you,” she responded tenderly. He’s never felt quite so full in his life, never quite so loved like this, as she drops kisses over his face and jaw with a seductive smile on her face. Her nose brushed against his and finally, she kissed him.
She kissed him hard, lovingly licking his soft lips open, stealing the breath from his lungs as she brushed her tongue over his. He reached down and found the back of her knees urging her to move. She only rolled her hips against his, grinding into his ass, her now-short nails dug into the flesh of his thighs.
Every sensation was multiplied by a million, sparks of pleasure from the dildo stimulating his p-spot. He felt so sensitive and wonton, whimpering into her mouth desperate to be fucked, to cum at last.
She pulled away from him at last and began thrusting into him slowly, pulling the toy in and out of him with each movement forward of her hips. It drove him crazy, the nudge against his prostate, the smug smirk on her lips.
She was giving him the same treatment he gave her during sex.
“You smell good,” she murmured, leaning into his neck to catch a whiff of the cologne. “It’s new.” She pulled away and stared down at him casually, slowly building up the pace, gradually getting him close to his orgasm.
It was the sweetest torture.
“Ya noticed?” He gasped, blushing hard at the sounds that escaped him with every slow-building thrust of her hips. “Cas and Charlie helped me choo-Ah, fuck!” He groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow when she slammed into him unexpectedly.
“Yeah?” She panted, continuing her expert thrusts into him. His mind went blank, his body flushed hot and tingly, moans clawed their way out of his throat, rumbling deep and husky in his chest. “Charlie’s been helping us a whole lot then…” she trailed off, but he couldn’t care less about what she meant with that. Then, they turned to whines and whimpers, and he let go of her legs to wrap his arms around her shoulders.
She was thrilled beyond comprehension, her pussy was soaked, wetness coated her thighs as she watched the pure ecstasy on Dean's flushed face. In and out, the strap-on moved rapidly in his ass, continuing to hit his prostate. He believed it couldn’t get any better than that, but he was wrong.
“Dean,” she murmured, relaxing her grip on one of his thighs to slide it between their bodies. Her hands wrapped tightly around his hot, heavy cock, starting to stroke slowly and then quickly matching the same pace as her exquisite hip thrusts. “You’re mine.” She whispered, twisting her hand up and down, stopping beneath the head to massage his frenulum, then swiped over the soft tip of his cock to spread his precum over his hard cock.
He reached for his thigh, desperate to spread himself open while she jerked his cock, frantic to feel her everywhere. He needed her so bad and he already had her as deep inside him as she could go. Now, with her fingers around his cock, he shuddered. Each vehement tug brought him closer to an orgasm so intense, no sound was coming out of him, but occasionally he voiced broken curses, and partially uttered praises.
“Are you gonna cum?” She asked breathlessly, pounding into him roughly, her hand stuttering as she concentrated on fucking into his prostate. “You look so beautiful,” she murmured, then licked into his already open mouth.
He moaned pathetically, moved his hand to the back of her neck, away from her shoulder to bring her mouth closer. He urgently needed her to take him in every way possible. And she delivered delightfully, thrusting her tongue into his mouth lewdly to mimic the way she fucked him.
Finally, he came, hot and hard against his stomach and over her hand, with a muffled, strangled groan against her hot mouth. She pulled away from him so he could catch his breath, but she didn’t stop fucking into him. He stared up at her, dazed with the afterglow of his orgasm, and completely, unbearably aroused still.
“Good boy, Dean,” she praised, continuing to roll her hips into him deliberately, overwhelming his body with a pleasure so intense he couldn’t breath. She looked so hot, flustered and determined, with her nipples poking through the tight, white tank top. Her breasts bounced with every thrust and her hair moved with the rest of her body, looking absolutely like a small Amazonian goddess.
He shouted her name and whimpered, releasing his thigh as his body stiffened once again, surprising himself by orgasming a second time.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered, her thrusts finally coming to a stop.
Completely spent and out of breath, she released him fully and pulled away from him. His body was weak and tired, melting easily into the memory foam of his bed, and he kept his eyes shut, attempting to even out his breathing and calm the heavy thudding of his heart.
He could faintly hear the buckles of her harness come undone and he moaned softly when she pulled out of him carefully. His hole pulsed around nothing and she dropped the strap-on onto the floor, crawling between his legs to kiss his cheek softly.
“You… came twice?” She murmured with a soft laugh against his cheekbone, caressing his chest and his legs.
“I guess,” he replied hoarsely, a lazy smile on his face. She caged the sides of his face with her arms and admired his blissed out state. She made him look like this.
“You did so well, baby,” she praised, pecking his lips a few times. “I love you,” she told him again, making warmth spread over his sweaty body.
Dean hummed softly in response, no sentences forming in his mind, no words slipping from his kissable lips. Instead, he wrapped his arms lazily around her waist to kiss her back.
His soft lips moved against hers, tasting her honeycomb chapstick when he licked across her lips. She didn’t let him deepen the kiss though, but she nibbled softly on his plump bottom lip before pulling away. He whined at her and gazed at her through tired eyes.
“I’m gonna clean you up.. draw you a bath… and we can do whatever you want afterwards,” she told him softly, easily moving out of his embrace.
He watched her lovingly, biting his lip.
“You’re so hot, babe, y’know that?” He asked dreamily, watching her move off the bed in just that tiny, tight tank top that kept her body snug and sexy.
“Uh,” she laughed bashfully as she looked through a drawer and pulled out a towel and draped it over her shoulder. “I don’t know about being hot, but I definitely feel hot when I’m with you,” she explained absentmindedly, washing her hand from his cum thoroughly with soap. She brought the navy towel down, letting it soak under warm running water.
“No,” he said seriously, “you’re very hot. Charlie thinks so… so do most hunters we come across,” he added, sitting up to look at her with a frown. “I’m sure Cas and Sam are too respectful to say anything…”
She laughed again and then tilted her head at him from over her shoulder. She wasn’t going to argue, so she remained quiet as she made her way back to him.
“What do you want to do afterwards?” She asked, changing the subject by pretending to be completely enthusiastic about the question. “Christmas-themed movie marathon? A couple of snacks? Cuddling? Sleeping?” She listed happily, swiping the towel over his toned stomach to collect his cum.
“Can I eat you out first?” He asked after a moment of palpable silence, but enthusiasm was still clear in his voice.
“Why?” She asked with a snort, grinning down at him playfully.
“I’m hungry?” He replied, confused, sarcasm evident in his voice as he laughed dryly. “There has to be a reason?” He asked, ruffling his hair. “I mean… if you don’t want to, that’s fine, we can just head on into the bath…” he trailed off, pretending to pout.
“As long as I’m sitting on your pretty little face,” she smiled. He brushed her hair away from her face, his fingers caressing her cheek. He grinned, too, and leaned forward to kiss her.
She dropped the towel on the floor and climbed on top of him. He moaned softly at the same time as her, and he slowly lowered himself back into the bed, quickly slipping his hands beneath her shirt to knead her breasts roughly.
His fingers brushed teasingly across her nipples. Her breath hitched and she pulled away from his lips to watch him, licking her lips, then bit gently down on her tongue. He lifted the shirt over her breasts and dove in, kissing her warm flesh before wrapping his lips around her nipple, sucking and licking the hardened bud.
“Aiming to please, I see,” she commented with a soft giggle. He hummed softly—a sound of agreement—and moved on to her other nipple, leaving both coated in his saliva.
He trailed a hand down between her legs and groaned deeply, parting her folds with two fingers. He could feel how slick she was, he moved away from her breasts and palmed her clit, bracing his other hand on her hip to guide her upwards.
“Let me taste you, my soft, sweet, lovely little angel…” He grinned boyishly. She looked down at him with a smile and laughed through her nose at the ridiculous pet name.
“Right…”
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— LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE
SUMMARY : dean’s got an embarrassing fear of flying. at least there’s something to keep him mind of turbulence and the possibility of the plane crashing and everyone dying.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : sam winchester
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), p in v, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex, quickie, degradation, cream pie, oral sex (f. receiving), exhibition kink, sir kink
WORD COUNT : 1.5k
A/N : fall out boy song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — mile high club. this is funny bc I’m scared of flying as well Xxxx
“Sir,” a woman’s voice made Dean turn around quickly, “is everything okay?” He smiled nervously down at the stewardess, subtly checking her out from head to toe—even in the middle of a panic attack.
“Yeah, uh,” he looked around and anxiously cleaned sweat off his palms with his jeans. “I’m just a, uh, nervous flyer,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. She gave him a sympathetic one in return.
“Is there anything I can do to help make your flight a little more comfortable?” She asked, looking at him earnestly.
“Uh, c’mere,” he told her, waving her towards him.
“Sure,” she smiled, stepping close to him. She let him lean down to her ear, trying to hold back the shiver his breath against her neck caused to run over her body, her nipples tightening against the white button up she wore beneath the blue blazer.
“Can you let me fuck you?” He whispered boldly, letting her pull back in surprise. “I’ve been watchin’ you stare at me since I boarded with my brother with fuck-me eyes,” he explained quietly, toying with the red scarf around her neck. She blushed, looking down at her black heels, then glanced up at him again. “You’ve got one hell of an ass. I’m pretty sure that cute little sway of your hips is ‘cause you wanna be pounded into.”
She gasped and gaped up at him, wetness pooling between her legs, heat blooming in her stomach.
“Only if you say yes,” he reminded her softly, fiddling with her white name tag. She looked around the dark cabin and took his wrist when no one was looking, to drag him towards the vacant restroom. Dean laughed quietly behind her, dismissing her glare and the tightening of her grip on his wrist.
Once she was inside with Dean, she flipped the light on with her wrist, and Dean closed the door behind him, squeezing inside. She took a few paper towels to place them on the counter, watching Dean through the mirror as he watched her.
“Name’s Dean, by the way,” he smirked, moving her hair to the side to kiss her neck slowly. She hummed softly and gave him her name in return, unbuttoning her blazer and the white dress shirt while Dean stood behind, following her every move.
“You’ve got some perfect tits, sweetheart,” he murmured, staring at her reflection as he unbuckled his belt, popped the metal button, and unzipped his jeans. She bit her lip seductively and bent herself over the counter to lift her skirt over her ass. “Fuck,” he moaned quietly, staring down at her panty-less ass, a garter holding her sheer thigh-highs.
“You’re such a sexy little slut,” he chuckled, slapping her ass hard. She yelped and shushed him, pushing her ass back into his covered cock. He kneaded the reddened flesh of her cheek, using his freehand to lower his boxers, taking his cock at the base.
She looked back over her shoulder and bit her lip at the size of him, her pussy dripping down her thighs, walls clenching around nothing.
“I’m so lucky,” she grinned up at him, licking her lips.
“So am I.” He pulled her hips out more, lewdly eyeing her wet hole before dragging his leaking cock through her folds. He released his cock, moving his hips forward and back, coating his cock in her slick. “Wet… so fucking wet... Needy little whore,” he moaned, his hands drifting up to the front of her body to cup her breasts.
“Fuck,” she whispered, arching her back. She reached back with one hand to bury her fingers in his short hair, and reached down with the other hand to press his cock closer to her cunt, staring right into his eyes as he panted in her ear. “Can you cum inside me, Dean?” She asked, rolling her hips with him, whining quietly as he growled in her ear, pinching her nipples harshly.
“Sure thing, sweetheart,��� he grunted, moving faster, “I’ll fill that needy little hole of yours and fuck you as hard as you want…” he breathed, then pulled back slightly, his soft cockhead nudging at her fluttering entrance.
“Please, Dean, I need your cock so bad,” she moaned, swivelling her hip before biting down hard on her lip. He thrusted into her swiftly, a strangled moan getting muffled by the press of her cherry lips.
“Perfect tits… and a sweet little cunt…” Dean groaned while thrusting into her roughly, grabbing her shirts, he pulled them back down her shoulders, forcing her hands together behind her back.
“You haven’t tasted me,” she panted, squeezing his cock tightly inside her at the thought of having his gorgeous face buried between her thighs.
“Well, if you find me again, tell me,” he offered, before licking two of his fingers. He brought them over to her nipple, staring at her reaction the entire time, her pussy fluttering once more before he brought his fingers to her clit. “You know, if I could, I’d make you ride my cock in front of all those people,” he said quietly, massaging her swollen clit.
“Shit,” she hissed, letting him use her for his pleasure. He found her breast again with his unbusy hand, squeezing the flesh harshly as it bounced with every merciless thrust of his hips. “You should…” she gasped, pressing her legs tightly together. “You should eat my pussy in the seats while everyone’s asleep,” she smirked, licking her lips.
Dean groaned into her hair, pushing her roughly into the counter to fuck her with abandon until they both climaxed.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned loudly, cumming hard on his cock when he came inside her. He fucked her hard and deep, filling her loud, soppy pussy with his cum before slowly stopping. He dropped kisses along her shoulders and lifted both of his hands to her breasts to tease her nipples.
“That was awesome,” he murmured, meeting her lips for a sweet kiss. She wiggled in his arms, panting against his mouth, silently asking for him to let her go, which he did.
He pulled his cock out of her, lifting her shirts back over her shoulders before leaning against the far end of the small space to stare at her pussy as it leaked their release.
“So… still nervous?” She asked, lowering her skirt much to his disappointment. He started to lift his pants and he snorted at her question as they both attempted to make themselves presentable again.
“‘Course I am.”
She stared at him through the mirror as she scandalously suggested: “then eat me out in the seat. Sammy’s asleep, he’s listening to Celine Dion, everyone else was asleep before we came in here, and even if they aren’t asleep, I bet they’d love the show.”
Dean inhaled sharply at her words and closed the space between them once more, circling his arm around her waist. He kissed her senseless and undid the scarf around her neck.
“You really are… so slutty,” he grinned against her mouth, using the scarf to clean up the mess between her legs. He pecked her lips and they cleaned everything else up quickly before heading out. She looked like a hot teacher now, with her hair a mess, the white dress shirt—a size smaller than her usual size—fitting tightly against her breasts. He feared the buttons might snap, so he gave her his flannel.
He let her out first and then he took a deep breath, washing his hands with soap. He used the wet paper towel to open the door and kept it open with his boot to throw it inside the bin before releasing the door, and meeting his girlfriend back in their seats.
He looked around the cabin. Everyone was most definitely asleep near their area, a couple were watching a movie in the front, a man typed away doing work in the back, and some lady was relaxing as she scrolled through animal videos.
When Dean got to his seat, Sam was pressed into the shut window of the aeroplane with a pillow around his neck—asleep, earphones on, phone in his pocket. Y/n was on her phone, too, getting a playlist ready, but Dean stiffly sat down next to her.
“Babe,” she murmured, cackling quietly when she saw Dean looking panicked once more. “Let’s watch something?” She offered, setting her phone over her lap to give her lover her full attention. Dean shook his head and placed his hand between her legs, pushing her legs open.
She’d placed his flannel around her waist and she stared at him in disbelief, looking over at the sleeping people down the aisle. His wide, green eyes implored for her compliance, and she sighed, untying his flannel from her body.
“The things I do for love,” she muttered playfully, careful not to disturb Sam as she unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, allowing her breasts to spill out again. Dean watched her bunch the skirt up, one leg on the seat, the other on the floor, whimpering quietly at the sight of her glistening folds. “Go ahead,” she encouraged, bringing him down by the collar of his shirt, he stared up at her, “show me what your pretty mouth does, sir.”
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SUMMARY : dean is a demon. it’s Christmas Eve and it’s exhausting to keep fighting him, but he’s accidentally knocked out by the reader. so, she took him back to her parents’ place to clean him up... but her whole family is already home.
PAIRING : demon!dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : cenric (OMC), guren (OMC), koro (OMC), kandora (OFC), meliora (OFC)
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, implied cheating, fluff, fun family time, toxic relationship, rough sex, intoxicated sex, p in v, unprotected sex
WORD COUNT : 4.8k
A/N : fall out boy song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — hot tub sex and drunk sex. let's pretend demon!Dean lasted for a long while. wtf is that name? it’s from the video game Destiny, probably (they have badass names, especially the villains/sometimes they’re ridiculous, lmao). XXxx
Y/n and Sam split up in their search for Dean.
Both were in search of him… and Crowley. But mostly Dean.
Dean didn’t behave much like any other demon. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He settled for over drinking, dancing, singing bad karaoke, sleeping with random women—which stung, killing people in self-defence. The list goes on, but he’s more bored than evil.
She knew Dean, even now, as a demon. This was Dean when he was bored. Not Dean being evil. That just wasn’t Dean.
She didn’t know it, but he was keeping tabs on her, too. He’d fool Crowley by promising to seal deals, pretending he was going off with a girl or two, getting away for some ‘Dean time’ doing random shit…
He was just going out to see her. There’s something that he can’t shake off about her. It might be the possessiveness, the ownership he feels towards her… it’s something he doesn’t understand, a tug deep within himself that yearns to be whole. A part of him that’s sure that missing piece is her.
Crowley sent demons after her. Of course he did, to slow her down, to throw her off. Dean lied to Crowley, the way he always did to get what he wanted. Instead of fleeing because ‘you’re getting too attached, let’s move on’, Dean stayed behind to make sure she made it out safely.
It irked him to feel that guardianship, that… need or whatever the hell it was that compelled him to keep her safe.
But, one thing led to another, she was outnumbered by about fifteen demons. She’d gotten at least five of them by the time Dean decided to show himself. He didn’t completely protect her from harm, but he saved her from possibly deadly blows.
She was stunned to see him there and she looked absolutely ravishing. Covered in blood. Her soft hair falling free from the tie holding her hair in place and out of the way. The focused furrow of her brows. The irritated scowl on her pretty face.
Dean got distracted. It was his first mistake, ever since he became a demon. He felt time slow down with only three demons left, the two of them moving in sync like nothing ever happened, like nothing stood between them.
“Six!” She shouted, expecting him to get down, but he didn’t. She punched him square in the face and his body fell loudly with a thud, but she didn’t let herself get distracted.
She killed the last three demons in a breeze because even they were astounded that the knight of hell, Dean Winchester, was knocked unconscious by a smaller hunter. By a human.
She didn’t bother cleaning up. Fifteen bodies? If Crowley didn’t want to be tracked, he’d clean it up on his own. Instead, she carefully pulled Dean out of the warehouse she was staying in as she stalked her boyfriend and Crowley.
She found his car nearby, poor Baby was a complete mess. She hid her stolen car behind the warehouse next to a bunch of tumbleweed, took everything that was hers, wiped it clean of prints and other evidence, and left in the Impala.
With Dean in the backseat, she wondered what she would do now. She didn’t expect for this to happen. The plan was originally to see what Dean and Crowley were up to, call Sam, then go back home as Sam took care of the rest.
It was too late for that. Her family was home waiting to celebrate the holidays. All of them cleared the schedules to get together, they’d planned it a whole year before, even she did and she was supposed to bring Dean.
Guess that’s still the case, except he’s a demon now… and she’s kidnapping him.
It was a long ride back home. It was inevitable that Dean would wake up completely pissed.
He glared at her from the backseat, cuffed with his arms behind him. The road was empty so there was nothing to put them in danger as he wasn’t secured with a seatbelt. Most importantly, it wouldn’t matter that she swerved so hard that he fell onto his side with a grunt before letting out a deep growl.
“Bitch!”
“Oh, stop it, it’s the least you deserve after everything you’ve done,” she muttered, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. Her heart hammered rapidly with anger and hatred, but she focused on driving herself home safely.
“I just helped you out,” he reminded her darkly, leaning against the car door to sit back up.
“Yeah, and I’m thanking you by saving your life,” she retorted.
“I’m fine.” She scoffed at him, but stared at him from the rearview mirror for a few seconds before he looked back at her. She realigned the car when it veered off slightly.
“You’re a demon.”
“I’m still me, sweetheart, just because you don-”
To prevent further conversation, she pulled out the first cassette tape she touched and shoved it into the car deck. The ride to her family’s home was tense and irritating because Dean decided to sing along tunelessly.
It was better than having to hear his insults or cruel comments. He was funny sometimes, too, when they made pit stops… even if she currently hated him.
“Ah, here we are, awesome,” Dean murmured sarcastically as she killed the purring engine of the Impala.
“Shut up, I’m tying you up in the basement,” she glared at him. He scoffed as she got out of the driver’s seat, walking around the front of the car to unlock the door for him.
“Hey! We’ve been waiting for you!” She heard from the doorway. It was her little sister who was now walking towards them.
“I’m going to shout,” Dean told her, gazing up at her with a feigned innocent expression. Green, sparkling eyes wide and a pout that almost reminded her of when he was human.
“Shut up,” she whispered harshly before lifting her head with a sweet smile towards her sister. “Hey, Dean’s got.. an embarrassing situation going on, think you can distract everyone for the meantime?” Her sister stopped where she was, her eyes flicking to Dean for a heartbeat or two and then to her older sister.
“Sure,” Kandora shrugged, quickly turning around and jogging up to the door.
“Cute,” Dean grunted. Y/n gripped the back of his red flannel and harshly yanked him out of the car, holding back a snicker when Dean bumped his head on the top of the inside of the car. “You know, this is the body of the man you used to make love to,” he reminded her with a sneer, leaning his back against his car as she shut the door.
She smiled at him sarcastically, “yeah, and then you used this body to fuck whores, so I don’t really care.” She grabbed the middle chain between the cuffs and tugged him the whole way to the entrance where they removed their shoes.
When she was fully inside the house she could hear her sister telling a story loudly while laughing hard along with her family.
She quickly made her way down to the basement, turning the light on before pushing Dean. He stumbled over the stairs and glared back at his lover when he regained his balance.
“Smart, no one could hear me here,” he told her with a smirk. She frowned at his words, freezing in the middle of uncuffing him after leaving him over an ugly rug where a devil’s trap was painted underneath.
She had a few quick flashbacks of her and Dean having sex in the soundproof basement when they could get away from all the family time. No one could hear them—and hopefully no one knew what was going on. Those were the perks of a retired hunter family.
She undid the cuffs and he gently massaged his wrists even if they healed up quickly. She watched curiously and then looked away to hand him a few clean up supplies that weren’t necessarily dangerous to her or her family.
She turned to look at him and opened her mouth.
“Let me guess: shut up and stay put?” He smiled down at her in an attempt to be charming, but she rolled her eyes, pretending it didn’t work.
“Oh, you’re so smart,” she praised bitingly, patting his cheek in a demeaning manner. He scowled and moved away from her to clean the demon blood off himself.
She made her way back upstairs to join her family who were now somewhat silent. Music played softly in the background. Thankfully, it wasn’t irritating Christmas music, but songs she recognised were her oldest brother’s favourite songs.
The scent of her favourite food wafted up her nose, arising hunger into her stomach that growled like a great beast. The lights weren’t too bright either, which allowed her to relax when she settled in the kitchen with her family as they waited for the food to get ready.
Her mother, father, two older brothers, and little sister sat around the table doing random things waiting for the food to finish cooking.
“Honey, you made it,” her mom, Meliora, smiled happily, halting when she saw the bloody state of her daughter, but her happy expression didn’t falter.
“Hey, mom, guys,” she smiled at her family bashfully, not looking them in the eyes. “I’m gonna clean up, just wanted to say hi before going upstairs,” she informed them.
“Good, you stink,” her brother Koro snorted playfully.
“Yeah, you didn’t have to say come hi, we could already smell you were here,” her oldest brother Cenric remarked just as mischievously.
They all broke into laughter and Y/n shook her head, giving her dad, Guren, a kiss on top of his greying head before making her way out of the kitchen to clean up.
Once she was done cleaning up—wearing cosy clothes from her past that her mom kept—she made her way downstairs again. Much to her dismay, she saw Dean wearing only a black t-shirt having the time of his life telling the embarrassing story about the time she got so flustered, she spit her milkshake out into the face of a woman who flirted with her when they were undercover for a Lamia case.
She wondered how he got out of the devil’s trap. She figured that maybe her parents removed it, but that wouldn’t be safe.
He smiled brightly when he looked up and saw her, acting like nothing was wrong in the world. It looked domestic, way too painfully domestic. The casualness of him leaning against the couch next to Kandora who was holding a mug of warm Champurado in her favourite yellow mug looked too natural. He wore only some socks and really looked like a boyfriend right now.
“Hey, babe,” Dean grinned and she forced a smile, making her way to him.
“Hey.”
As he wrapped his arm around her he murmured into her slightly wet hair, “you’re so lucky.” She hummed a laugh, feigning amusement and wrapped her arm around his waist to pinch his back harshly.
He tightened his grip around her and released a strained laugh before adding to the conversation, talking to her family and answering their questions the same way he would have if he weren’t a demon.
“I know we said no partners, but Dean and I were working a last minute case,” she began explaining to her mom.
“It’s okay,” Meliora smiled, “Dean explained already.” Her mother kissed her forehead and got up to check the food. “Besides, he’ll make sure there are no leftovers that will go bad.”
“Right,” she murmured, laughing softly as her mother disappeared into the kitchen with Guren getting up to help her out as well.
It was almost normal, except he’d sneak a couple of drinks—mostly alcoholic eggnog—until she could smell it in his breath, but he seemed completely unaffected by the alcohol. It was something her family didn’t catch on to throughout the evening. Although, the only one who knew about Dean’s drinking problem was Kandora—they told each other everything.
Dean was a bit more handsy as he got less sober, and he held his tongue most times to keep the conversation appropriate and respectful, save for a couple of swear words he’d exchange with Koro as they told each other stories.
When they all sat at the dinner table to finally eat, Dean kept his hand on her thigh. Occasionally, he’d pet her, sneaking his fingers teasingly between her thighs, brushing over the thin material of her thick leggings.
In response, she’d pretend to be cute and couple-y by lifting food up into his mouth and whispering warnings into his ear. She knew it only egged him on, he’d stare at her with a little smirk and even dared to kiss her with his mouth full of food, the corner of his lips smudged with tamale sauce.
He was even playful. It would have warmed her heart, except it was very irritating and hurtful to know it wasn’t even real. When Kandora dared him to eat her mom’s spiciest salsa with his tamales, he accepted the challenge, and permitted her to serve him what she wanted him to finish.
Y/n didn’t know if he was pretending or not, half the time.
Still, Dean kept up appearances by overeating, taking at least two servings of everything, even the cherry pie her little sister made especially for him once he finished eating tamales with Meliora’s spiciest salsa.
Even she resorted to drinking eggnog with alcohol to make the night easier, to loosen up a bit as Dean got clingier. She played along with Dean and finally, she was able to get away as midnight came and her family cleaned up to go to sleep.
It sucked to watch Dean help her mother wash dishes, the way he would have if he were human. As if he were truly her Dean. She was just glad he didn’t plan on hurting them, at least so far he hasn’t tried.
He just fit in perfectly with every single one of them, the way he always did. Easily moulding himself into whatever environment he was placed in. Everyone adored him, he was always so real, so loveable, so easy to talk to. He had a light to him that no one could recreate, one everyone was drawn to like moths to a flame.
“You drank too much,” she commented as she walked upstairs to her room with Dean behind her.
“Was the only way I could deal with you and not be an asshole with your whole family there,” he grunted, stepping in front of her to open the door, falling straight into her pink bed rather than holding the door open for her or shutting it behind them.
“Real thoughtful,” she muttered, shutting and locking the door of her childhood bedroom. “Get off my bed,” she ordered, making her way next to him. He only smiled, eyes closed, trying to be cute as he snuggled her pillow, verdant eyes fluttering open as he gazed up at her through long, beautiful lashes.
“Just join me instead and we can show this bed the action it’s been missing since you moved out,” Dean purred, turning over onto his back. He reached out for her wrist and tugged her forward, catching her with his arms around her waist. “You’re criticising me for drinking, but I can smell it on you, too,” he narrowed his eyes up at her.
“Shut up,” she muttered, squirming and wiggling until he let her roll over next to him. “I can’t stand you.” She grabbed the pillow beneath his head and yanked it out with a snicker, placing it between her legs as she turned over on her side.
“I’m still me,” he retorted, turning on his side to face her back.
“So ya keep sayin’,” she mumbled in irritation, trying to make her head stop spinning when she closed her eyes.
He sighed and scooted up on the bed, staring up boredly at the pink ceiling, the bright light at the centre. He knew she wasn’t asleep, she kept moving, trying to make her drunkenness stop her from sleeping peacefully.
He knew she wasn’t going to stop being angry at him, which was a complete one-eighty from the last time he saw her. She’d begged for him to come back to her, professed her undying, unchanging love for him… now, she seemed almost disgusted by him. It made him wonder what changed.
Irritation boiled in him, even jealousy made heat rise up his chest to his ears and neck. What if there was someone else?
“I’ve always wanted to get in a hot tub,” he broke the silence, staring at the back of her head as she stilled. She grunted in response after a few moments of silence and lifted the pillow between her legs up to her mouth, tight against her stomach as the alcohol decided to turn against her. “Wanna… get in?” He asked, grasping her hip and squeezing.
“We’ll… drown..” she lied, tightening her grip on the pillow when his touch sent sparks of pleasure down to her clit.
“Nah,” he murmured, sliding his hand beneath her shirt against her warm stomach to turn her onto her back, tight against his body. “Come with me,” he murmured, sliding his hand up higher.
“Fine,” she inhaled sharply, getting up faster than she should have to avoid his touch. Dizziness from the alcohol made her stumble, but she caught herself on the wall, facing the Christian Bale poster on her wall.
“Careful,” he told her, getting up from the bed to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.
“Let’s just go cross it off your weird bucket-list.” She made her way to the door, forgetting to unlock it as she tugged it hard.
“You’re drunker than me,” he chuckled, unlocking the door, wrapping his large warm hand over hers to turn the doorknob and open the door. She pursed her tips and unfocused her gaze on the door until he removed his hand from hers.
They quietly made their way down the stairs and she held the wall to balance herself while Dean watched her closely. Making their way blindly through the house to the backyard, Dean laughed softly to himself, which made her shush him.
“Sorry,” he whispered, completely unapologetically, “it’s just that you’re such a good girl,” he began explaining, an undertone of sexualness in his words, “I can’t believe you agreed to this.” He sighed gleefully, opening the glass door to the outside where the hot tub was.
“I… not always,” she argued, noting a few times in which she proposed scandalous ideas to him. He started to unbuckle his belt, his shirt riding up his tummy.
“No, not always,” he agreed quietly, staring straight into her eyes as she stared hungrily at the bit of exposed skin. “But you never want your family to know we have sex,” he told her, shoving his jeans down his legs, revealing the lack of boxers.
Her eyes widened and she looked away, walking past him to fill and turn the tub on. He smirked, pleased with her reaction.
“You were really loud in the basement, though,” he recalled, pulling the shirt over his head and toeing his socks off. “So pornographic,” he added dreamily. Her face heated up and she turned to glare at him. “Hey, sorry, beautiful… Come, take your clothes off.” He laughed, then bit his lip seductively, trying to reel her in with a tilt of his head.
She scoffed at him, but began removing her clothes. He shrugged and dipped his fingers into the tub, testing the waters before stepping inside. She tripped down to her bra and underwear, which he tilted his head at disappointedly with a frown. He held his hand out for her to take and carefully helped her inside.
She scooted far away from him and slid inside so only her chin rested above the water to combat the biting December wind. He rolled his eyes at her, but let her do as she wanted, staring up at the sky which was frosted with stars, the whole gated community dark and asleep.
“How’d you get out?” She broke the awkward silence, looking around the white glazed bricks separating her parent’s home and the neighbours’ homes. The lights inside were shut off, except for the Christmas lights decorating the inside and the outside of their houses. No one was awake to peep.
“Devil's trap not gonna work on something like me,” he told her smugly, playing with the water. She hummed in irritation, looking at him. “Come closer to me,” he requested, making his way halfway to her.
Begrudgingly, she made her way to him, staring curiously at his still handsome face.
“What?” She murmured, tilting her head at him. Dean gently brushed his knuckles down her cold cheek and she moved away slightly, brows furrowing with perplexity.
“You know, to really cross it off my bucket list, we need to have sex,” he reminded her. She considered his words and grimaced, moving away from him. It stung, demon or not, to see the woman who once loved him unconditionally become disgusted by the thought of sex with him.
“No,” she whispered, “we’re drunk.”
“It’s not like we haven’t done it drunk before,” he pressed, splaying his hand over her back and cupping her jaw. She inhaled and became tense, pushing him away.
“You getting separation anxiety?” She asked scathingly, hoping to change the subject. He released her reluctantly and relaxed on his side of the tub.
“From who? Sam?” Dean asked boredly, playing with the water again, his mood sour.
“Crowley.” He glared at her, this time, he pounced on her, holding the back of her head to press his mouth to hers roughly. His tongue forcibly parted her lips, tasting the sweet eggnog and bitter alcohol in her mouth. As bile rose up to her throat, she whimpered and pushed him off. “You ass!” She splashed water into his face and he growled at her, eyes flickering black.
“Why are you being difficult?” He shouted at her, gripping her arms tightly.
“I’m not some meaningless lay,” she spat, reaching up between his arms, burying her fingers into his hair to pull roughly at his longer, honey strands, until he loosened his grip on her arms and hissed.
“I never said you were,” he seethed, wrapping his hand around her throat. She tugged his hair harder and so he immediately let her go, running his fingers down his face tiredly. “Is that what this is about? The women?” He inquired casually, like they meant nothing.
“What?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, shuddering at the cold breeze despite the flush of alcohol and the hot water.
“You heard me,” he whispered threateningly.
“Yes! Okay?” She admitted, then sighed, tears welling up her eyes. She blinked them away and clenched her jaw to keep her breath steady. She turned away, ready to climb out of the tub when Dean grabbed her elbow, moving them both into each other.
He didn’t say anything, but for the first time since he was a demon, his green eyes were cast downward in shame and regret.
“You told me that if you couldn’t have me, no one could,” she reminded him quietly.
“I meant it,” Dean reaffirmed, pulling her closer.
“That just applied to me, then?” He remained quiet, averting his gaze from hers. “What makes you think I’m letting you go now that I have you back?” His eyes snapped back to hers and they darkened.
He leaned down to kiss her again, but this time, she took his face in both of her hands, angling his face to control the kiss. Dean wrapped his arms around her, keeping her tight against his body.
Her soft tongue smoothed over his, teeth scraping, and lips bruising. Possessive and hot, she slid one hand away from his face between his legs where his cock was already erect. She curled her hand around him, pulling a deep groan from him.
He slid his hands up her back, finding the clasp of her drenched cotton bra, darkened red from the water. He quickly rid of it as she pressed and kissed him, her hand tugging his cock slowly.
His blunt nails scraped the silky skin of her shoulders, pulling down the straps until she released him for total removal of it from her body. He walked forward with her until her back was pressed against the heated wall of the tub and pulled away from her mouth to catch his breath.
He panted against her mouth, kissed her deeply once more before trailing open-mouth kisses down her neck and shoulders. His tongue picked up warm droplets that rolled from her velvety skin, his teeth grazed her collarbones and the tendons of her neck, suctioning her pulse and the sensitive parts of her.
“Remember that cat your sister had?” He murmured against her skin, moving her up slightly to attach his lips to her nipple and remove her underwear.
“Um, yeah, Tickle-toe?” She mumbled absent-mindedly, arching her back.
“Yup,” he chuckled, removing her underwear completely, throwing it out of the tub. “Always tried getting into the room when we were having sex? And then when we finally did let him in, he’d just stand there watching, or he’d lick you, or scratch me, like it was trying to be a part,” he retold, grasping both of her thighs. “Yeah, that’s Crowley.”
She laughed softly, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, her nails digging painfully into his skin to the point of breakage. Dean moaned softly, pushing her fully against the wall of the tub, spreading her thighs wide open so they were pressed against the wall.
He nuzzled his face into hers, brushing his lips softly against hers as his cock nudged teasing through her folds and past her clit. With her free hand, she wrapped a hand around his cock and guided him to her entrance.
Dean was gentle at first, slowly pushing in while his teeth sunk into her bottom lip. The pull out and the push in was slow as he felt the drag of the water, the way it slowed him before he began to fuck her earnestly. He released her lip to smash his mouth against hers, matching the painful thrust of his hips against hers.
She clung to his waist, moaning wantonly into his mouth as his cock stretched her walls, the length of it brushing wonderfully against the most sensitive parts of her, driving her crazier and crazier, driving her deeper into pleasure.
“Think I’m gonna fuck someone this good, this raw, with this much passion?” He panted against her mouth as she pulled him closer. She gasped loudly, squeezing his cock so tightly he growled deeply against her. “D’you think I’ll ever feel this love for anyone, for someone who isn’t you?” Her toes curled and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder, moaning his name softly, pulling his body closer to hers.
“Please,” she whispered, chuckling breathlessly as he thrusted roughly and shallowly into her. He tightened his grip on her thighs, bruising her thighs, cutting her soft flesh with his fingernails, moaning with her as his body thrummed with life he hadn’t felt since he became a demon.
She squirmed as she approached her orgasm, her warm walls pulsing around his cock. Her mouth found his once more, their lips moved together messily, violently like their love, until they both fell apart.
He sucked her bottom lip and pulled away breathlessly with a smirk.
“Come with me,” he whispered, unhanding her thighs so she could wrap her legs around him instead. He held her closely, too, folding his arms around her waist.
“Ask me again in the morning,” she murmured, kissing his prickly jaw. “When I’m not drunk. When the afterglow’s gone.” She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and he nodded in agreement, staying in the tub for a few moments before they untangled each other's limbs.
“Will your answer be different?” He quizzed, holding her chin between his two fingers. She tongue poked out to lick her bottom lip, followed by a thoughtful bit of her lip.
“No.”
Dean dipped down to peck her lips, lingering for a few thuds of his heartbeat before pulling away and kissing the top of her head.
“I’ll stay,” he promised, moving both of them out of the tub into the freezing cold. Dripping in water, they put their clothes back on with much difficulty, laughing quietly. Somewhat drunk still, they cleared out the tub and tried to get dry with Dean’s t-shirt before heading inside to shower and sleep in her childhood bed where they continued to do unspeakable things in the darkness as quietly as they could to not be discovered.
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— TO THE KEY OF EVERGREEN
SUMMARY : while dean dreams of things he’s too shy to share, the reader takes matters into her own hands when dean’s deep in sleep dreaming of something else.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : two nameless tentacle aliens
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, angst, tentacle kink, p in v, unprotected sex, somnophilia, description of dpdr
WORD COUNT : 3.4k
A/N : the devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — somnophilia. I’ve always wanted to write a tentacle fic for my favourite boy, dean winchester. reader pov then Dean’s dream pov switch by dividers. I swear more in my writing than I do irl, expect me to never curse irl honestly 😣😔
Dean was absolutely fucking adorable.
He looked stunning, he always did, especially as he slept.
Relaxed. Peaceful. Comfortable. Safe.
The moonlight poured into the cabin from the window, lightning up the breathtaking features of his face. Her most favourite parts of Dean’s body and face were illuminated by pale moonshine, enhancing his beauty.
His plump, pink lips were parted slightly. Soft mumbles and quiet sighs fill the silence of the dark room as they slip from between slightly chapped lips. He snored occasionally, too—the cutest snores she’s ever heard. They made her laugh, but she pursed her lips to silence the sound, a loving smile remained on her face, her eyes tender as she beheld her sleeping lover.
Although she couldn’t sleep, the sound vibrating through him had nothing to do with it.
She knew he generally did not like to be stared at when he slept. To Dean, the worst was the thought of Chuck’s presence lingering and scrutinising. He wasn’t a threat anymore, but the thought that they’d lost haunted her—the possibility that everything was a dream. Unreality. The final torture.
It couldn’t be. Cas was safe. Sam was safe. The whole world was safe. And now it’s just Dean and her waiting in a cosy cabin for the rest of their family and friends to get there when Christmas did, too.
She wants him to be happy. He deserved that after everything that’s happened. She thinks he deserves it more than anyone else in the entire universe. Even if he’d sacrifice himself for the happiness of everyone else, she’d sacrifice everyone else for the happiness of a single man.
She’d do it in half a heartbeat, even if that’s the last thing he’d ever ask of her.
She had to admit it was strange to just stare at Dean as he lay unconscious in their bed, but she was bored and entirely in love with him. But mostly, she couldn’t sleep.
She leaned over to press her lips against Dean’s forehead, placing a lingering kiss to the faint wrinkles she adored to cement herself to reality. She moved away to nuzzle her nose sweetly into his hairline, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, then she brushed her fingers against his stubble. The prickly hairs tickled, but it was nice to feel all those things, to see him in bed, breathing, sleeping. His warmth kept the cold at bay, even as he laid naked beneath two downy blankets.
Finally, they were free from the cold concrete walls of the Bunker. At least temporarily. A breath of fresh air somewhere new. Just the two of them. Close to Bobby’s old—now destroyed—place. Slowly weaning off the comfort of the Bunker as home to truly move forward, and hopefully to retire.
Dean began to sleep deeply now. Knocked out cold by the effect of melatonin tea. He told her that he dreamt more and that it wasn’t nightmares anymore, not always. She didn’t know if he was lying to make her feel better and ease her disconcertment, but she didn’t push it. If he wanted her to help, he’d go to her and tell her when he feels ready.
One part of her regrets not drinking the tea with him. But the other part of her knows it’s too frightening, the sensation of sedation, the feeling of unreality. It took her breath away, like being slammed into a wall, a sensation that made her want to scream, run, and cry. A feeling that almost confirmed that everything was in fact a dream.
Instead of dwelling on her doubts, she waited for sleep to blanket her.
Maybe watching Dean wouldn’t lull her to sleep. Maybe, but it didn’t stop her.
His eyes moved beneath closed lids, his long, thick lashes rested against his freckled cheekbones, curled upwards with eyebags faintly defined beneath them.
Where to begin? Honestly. The now relaxed space between his brows?
The lovely crinkles that stretched beside his eyes even when he wasn’t smiling or laughing?
The curve of his nose? The handsomeness of the shape despite the slight crookedness of it near the top? The slight upturn of it that most people would draw onto their faces to feign they had it?
The splash of freckles across his nose and cheeks like sprinkles on cake? The way they frosted over his forehead, down his neck, over every inch of his exquisite body like the whole universe when looking through the James Webb Telescope?
Maybe the curve of his mouth? His pillowy, pink, slightly chapped kissable lips? The dip above his cupid’s bow?
The patch of hair below his lip? The stubble that he was letting grow longer and longer?
The line of his jawline? The little pillow of skin beneath?
The darker freckles that stood out?
Now that she’s taking him in. Why were his ears pretty, too?
She wanted to kiss him so bad. To touch him.
Her heartbeat began to elevate and her body became hot. She squeezed her hands together tightly to resist caressing him and turned onto her side, sliding her bare leg against his. If she could just pour herself over his entire body like warm caramel on his favourite pie, she’d be happy.
A moan rumbled deep through him and her brows flew up. She waited for more as he shoved the two blankets down to his hips, his fingers gripping the cowboy-themed blankets tightly. For a few moments, she held her breath, waiting for a nightmare to wake him while her blood turned cold, making her shiver.
Instead, he turned silent and looked away from her, lifting his other arm over the pillow.
She breathed out slowly and relaxed, dropping a soothing kiss on his bare shoulder.
She bit her lip the longer she stared at his now exposed torso. He really hid all his sexiness beneath a million layers of jackets, Henleys, plaid, and flannel. It made her smile in amusement. He was way too pretty, way too hot, way, way too alluring.
He wasn’t very hairy and whatever hair he did have was too light. He had no chest hair. No happy trail… She never found that attractive anyway. Although, now that she thought about it, she wondered if she’d feel differently if he did have it… Probably not, it’s Dean. He even managed to change her mind about beards as he began growing his own in secret (a secret from Sam).
She envied his body. Who wouldn’t? He ate so much, it was adorable, but none of it showed. Maybe it was the combination of his metabolism and all the hunting. He’s definitely beefier than before. It might be ageing that changed his body from slim, model-like to this thick, lumberjack. Very sexy. Good job, body. Goddamn, he’s aged so damn fine. Whatever it was it kept him taut and toned, fit.
She licked her lips, staring from the tattoo beneath his collarbone to his hip bones, the dip of them on each side reminding her that he was completely naked beneath the fluffy covers. She felt guilty. Dean was usually the one who would touch her between her legs as she slept, or had his face buried between her legs to wake her with an orgasm, a few times he’s actually been fucking her.
He’d smirk down at her when she woke up, kissing her passionately as she sobered from her sleepy state. She’d cling to him as he pounded her into the mattress, her orgasm came faster than she cared to admit. It’s never been off the table, but it’s usually him that proposes and suggests for her.
Would he mind if it was the other way ‘round?
Dean ran through unfamiliar metal hallways.
Fucking hell. Was the hallway getting longer or was he running too damn slow?
Dumbass nightmare logic didn’t stop Dean from running as fast as he could. He wasn’t tired, but slowly, as Dean realised he was only dreaming, he was able to get out of the hallway which then turned into a red console room.
Yup, he’s in a stupid dream.
He grunted out in annoyance, looking around for something to use as a weapon.
A loud bang from the door he just came through—well, it wasn’t a door at first, but it is now—made Dean jump. He looked around the room and stepped towards the console as the lights stopped flashing red. He thought he could make sense of the made-up letters, but as the door was smashed in, Dean reached for a random baton with a lit edge at the tip of the colour violet.
Large, jet-black, shiny tentacles held the inside of the room from the doorway and Dean exhaled slowly, backing up slowly as the monster teased his entrance into Dean’s dream. As Dean hit the wall, he gasped when he started to fall through.
For a few moments, Dean waited for death and did what he thought was closing his eyes in his dreams, only to land gracefully on his two feet—painlessly.
He relaxed as he looked around the white, padded room, seeing bright panels displaying images and videos he couldn’t quite comprehend. He stopped his analysis of the panels when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned to face the woman he loved most, coming from a stairway he never saw in the first place with one of those weird tentacle aliens behind her.
Suddenly, he wasn’t inside the padded room, instead he was outside. The outside of a place that was definitely not Earth. The grass was still green, but there were a million colourful caterpillars beneath his feet and a cliffside beside him. The sky looked like the ocean, blue and green-like waves, misty clouds were violet, like the surface of Jupiter.
“Dean,” she called him again, but she was also the alien at the same time. It was too confusing, when she touched him, she was soft and human. And now, the spaceship he was in was long forgotten as she appeared to him naked.
It happened too quickly, now he was on his back and she was kissing his neck and his chest. Her mouth sucked kisses into his skin, licking his nipples making him shudder. He could feel how hard he was, he knew her hand was wrapped around his cock, that he was naked, too. But the pleasure was too far away, faint like perfume on stored clothes.
Why did his wet dreams never allow him to feel full pleasure?
She wasn’t kissing the taut flesh between the v-shape pointing down to his cock, she had her lips wrapped around the tip, sucking wantonly, positioning herself so could take him deeper into her mouth, taking his cock down her throat.
She pulled away from him abruptly and he watched her move away, as he sat up. Now, he was on top of the cliff and instead of caterpillars, there were colourful baby chickens that climbed into his lap.
Why couldn’t he ever finish in his dream?
He groaned and whined out her name, but all of that was merely a distraction because he was on a ship again. A different one that looked like the TARDIS, but also, it wasn’t the TARDIS at all. Beaceuse where the console should be, there was a table, and she was splayed over it.
Those black, glistening tentacles made a return and Dean cursed his stupid kink for making him both aroused and afraid. She was partially in the ‘arms’ of the alien, its tentacles slathered a clear substance over her body, hotly sucking red marks against her skin.
Her moans captivated him, the tentacles moved around her breasts, fondling, sucking. They moved all over her, teasing her weeping folds obscenely, parting her labia with the tips of two tentacles in exploration of her body. Then, one suction latched to her clit and she moaned his name, begging for him to join her and the curious, lewd alien.
Dean whined quietly, stepping closer to the table as the second tentacle temptingly circled her entrance before plunging only the tip of the tentacle in and out teasingly. The wet sound drove him crazy. She reached behind her to ground herself using the alien, except Dean’s brain couldn’t complete its image so he didn’t really know what it actually looked like.
All he felt were tentacles move over him, too. Just like they did to her, they slathered him in something warm and sticky. They tried the same thing as they had with her, wrapping around his chest, sucking his nipples, wrapping around his throat to suck at his pulse in the exact same way she always did.
When the slimy arms began to explore between his legs, Dean shut his thighs bashfully. But the alien pried them open again and he was being pushed forward towards his girlfriend as she got fucked by the other alien. The suctioning sensation as the tentacle curiously experimented with motions of up and down along his erect cock felt more real now.
This is the weirdest foursome he’d ever been a part of. He can definitely say he’s never been fucked by unidentifiable aliens in his life, especially ones that didn’t have genitilia save for the phallic-like pitch-black arms that slithered into her and wrapped around his cock.
Could it be considered a foursome if the aliens weren’t getting any pleasure?
This was probably gonna be part of Dean’s top-ten favourite wet dreams.
Dean woke up with a gasp, groaning softly as warm breath tickled his lips. He blinked to clear his bleary vision and moaned in annoyance as the bed beneath him moved. He tried to get a clear view of the disruptor of his most awesome dream and put his entire palm on the face of his girlfriend who was on top of him.
“Dean,” she laughed, moving his hand away to place it on her breast. He moaned softly again as he felt a familiar pressure between his legs, deep in his tummy the discomfort of an edged orgasm sobered him and squeezed her breast roughly. “What were you dreaming of?” She murmured seductively.
He was fully awake now, Dean blinked a few times and inhaled sharply when he saw his naked lover grinding her hips sensually in circles, her legs spread far apart, her strong thighs lifting her upwards just a few inches so he could see his wet cock disappear inside her.
“Holy… fuck,” Dean drew out with a moan, clinging to her hips instantly. “I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow. Nonetheless, Dean attempted to hold back. She knew he was as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, sending sparks of painful pleasure through her body.
“Oh, shit… Dean,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around him as he throbbed inside her. He growled softly, squirming. She refused to lift herself up any higher, but it felt good anyway, and she looked far better than she did in his dream.
With her back arched, her brows furrowed in concentration of her pleasure, and her lips parted to release quick, short breathes, and praises—occasionally, out tumbled a few teasing words. It just felt so good every time, the way he stretched her so deliciously, the way she got his cock to brush repeatedly over the same spot inside her, and how each roll of her hips made her clit brush and rub over his pubic bone.
“Come, then, if you’re that fucking needy,” she teased, arching her back as she dug her fingernails into his chest.
Dean bucked his hips upwards and clamped his hand around her hips so tightly she couldn’t move. A tingle moved up his spine and made him shiver. He wanted to hold back and wait for her, but she felt so hot and wet around him. His orgasm felt different than before, but still marvellous. While he spilled into her, she ground her hips down against him to stimulate her clit, bouncing again slightly when he loosened his grip on her to ride out his orgasm with a loud groan of her name.
As she finally orgasmed, he began to whimper from oversensitivity, but let her use him as she finished, the walls of her vagina squeezing and pulsing around him. A breathless laugh tumbled from between her parted lips and she leaned forward to drop her forehead to his shoulder.
He pressed kisses along her hair, the soft strands tickling his nose as he nuzzled into the fruit-flower scent of her shampoo. His fingers slipped into her hair, tousling what was already messy to tug gently, bringing her swollen lips to his for a hungry and grateful kiss. She moaned against his mouth, both of their lips parting for their tongues to explore and lick, tasting each other once more—as if for the first time.
Saliva connected their lips when she pulled away with a smirk, his fingers carefully untangling from her hair. He panted and stared at her with his lips still parted, “what were you dreaming of?” She inquired once more, slowly lifting herself from his cock. His eyes flickered downward, watching his limp cock lean against her thigh before falling between his legs, coated in her cum, both creamy and clear. Droplets of his cum dribbled down her thighs like melting whipped him and he inhaled deeply, staring with wonder as more of their mixed cum slipped from her slippery folds.
“Hey, sexy, answer me,” she jabbed, dropping down next to him, letting herself bounce over the mattress before scooting into his opening arms. She kicked the covered upwards until she could reach with her hands and pulled it up their naked bodies.
“Uh,” he mumbled thoughtfully, laughing while wrapping his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to kiss her temple. “Aliens, tentacles, a foursome,” he confessed, brushing his fingertips up and down her shoulder.
“Real hot,” she murmured, placing her hand over his chest where his heart was beating. “We should bond over your porn again,” she suggested sleepily, tangling her legs with his again. He laughed again, then brought his hand over to her breast to play with her nipple, rubbing, pinching, tugging her sensitive nub.
“You got mad at me the first hundred times,” he reminded her, playfully squeezing her breast.
“Well,” she started, “that was then… and now, I think differently.” He hummed deeply, closing his eyes, then he sleepily turned to his side with her still in his arms. “Like… maybe… I won’t be jealous because those are fantasies. I know the women you go for in the real world have always been nothing like the unrealistic, skinny, big titty, models with photoshop, surgery, pink everything, an-”
“I mean… you have nice tits, a juicy ass, pretty pussy-”
“No,” she laughed, “you just like me alot.”
“I love you,” he whispered, shutting her up. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We can ‘bond’ over it for fun, but I haven't gotten off on any of it since I met you… well, I have, but only because I miss you, and I want to do it to you, or watch you do it to me-the point is… yeah, they’re fantasies. I don’t wanna indulge in it because I’ve got the real thing. Maybe I'll look something up for ideas, but not because I need something to get off.”
“No, yeah, I know that,” she murmured, tucking her head under his chin. “That’s not what I meant,” she laughed softly. “I just want you to know that nothing you’re into will make me… less into you.”
“Think I don’t know that already?” He asked with a grin. “You’ve been with me for years now. I know…” He paused, hesitating suddenly, insecurity gripping his heart. “I hope you won’t leave… all things considered, you’ve seen parts of me I never woulda shown anyone. Had you not been in my life all this time, I’d be single right now.”
She pulled her head out from where it was to look straight at him, then she laughed. “Tragic.”
He laughed with her and kissed her quickly, his eyes crinkling lovingly as he gazed down at her to tell her: “I’d rather be single than with you.” He licked his bottom lip charmingly, tasting the words on his tongue as he sucked on his pillowy lips before slowly releasing it, leaving it wet, pinker, and more tender. “And, uh… do this more in the future...”
She giggled and threw her arm around his shoulder to bring him in for a tender kiss.
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twelve days of kinkmas 2023 | MASTERLIST
most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 14 DECEMBER
heartbreak feels so good [smut, 3.5k]
description — dean’s ninety-nine percent sure he’s fucking his girlfriend in the closet... okay, seventy-three percent sure, now… and actually, he’s pretty sure it is his girlfriend… thirty-five percent sure.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 15 DECEMBER
keep the lights on [smut, 2.6k]
description — using ice to match the cold weather of December, contrasting the heat of the love and praise poured into Dean.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 16 DECEMBER
lines of your hands [smut, 2.3k]
description — dean tries being seductive in a Santa suit… and it works, surprisingly.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 17 DECEMBER
trends and phases [smut, 2.8k]
description — after months of preparation, Dean can finally understand what it’s like to be fucked.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 18 DECEMBER
christmas love [smut, 2.3k]
description — dean ate something he shouldn’t have eaten, but in the meantime, there’s something to ease the ache until it can be fixed. not that it’s a problem… per se..
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 19 DECEMBER
hold me like a grudge [smut, 4.8k]
description — dean is a demon. it’s Christmas Eve and it’s exhausting to keep fighting him, but he’s accidentally knocked out by the reader. so, she took him back to her parents’ place to clean him up... but her whole family is already home.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 20 DECEMBER
to the key of evergreen [smut, 3.4k]
description — while dean dreams of things he’s too shy to share, the reader takes matters into her own hands when dean’s deep in sleep dreaming of something else.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 21 DECEMBER
fake out [smut, 3.4k]
description — being undercover as a married couple isn’t hard, what’s hard is dean having to keep his hands to himself for a stupid chastity promise.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 22 DECEMBER
follow the sun [smut, 3.1k]
description — the adventures of dean accidentally growing a beard and learning to love it, or the sudden rise of a kink.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 23 DECEMBER
gimme half [smut, 8.6k]
description — dean’s the grumpy neighbour. thinking he’s hot enough to overlook a sour mood, the reader tries to cheer him up on the holidays, hoping she’ll get him to like her.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 24 DECEMBER
love from the other side [smut, 1.5k]
description — dean’s got an embarrassing fear of flying. at least there’s something to keep him mind of turbulence and the possibility of the plane crashing and everyone dying.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 25 DECEMBER
god, if you are above [smut, 1.8k]
description — technically part two of demonology and heartache (which I haven’t posted, yet). an au in which dean is a priest and the reader is a demon with an obsession to corrupt him.
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