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julesthequirky · 6 years ago

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The Last Omega

Summary: The world had gone to shit, thanks to a certain blue eyed angel who ruled with an iron fist. You were the last in existence and very much wanted by the angels. You had been on the run and rebelling with Alphas and Betas across the US. With your heat coming you needed to get the suppressant and fast.

Warnings: SMUT! knotting, mating, talk of breeding, omega heat, language.

WC: 9501

A/N: This fic was written for @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby 666 followers challenge.

My prompt was:

“I’ll scream!”

“Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they’ll hear you, you’ve got good lungs.” Prompt will be bolded.

My sins were:

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As always, my work is unbeta’d to all mistakes are mine.

You didn’t check the text warning you to change course as the base had been compromised, you hadn’t felt the buzz and now you were close to the safe house. A voice boomed inside. You jumped out of your skin and crouched behind large rubble close by.

“Where is my Omega?!!!!”

You held your breath. Only a mere few metres away from one of the most feared angels in the Garrison and on earth. You had to keep your cool. If he knew…you were in a whole world of trouble.

“Who is this for?”

You closed your eyes, and prayed they didn’t give you up. They knew you were arriving but had no idea you were already here. You heard mumbled voices, then screams as he killed everyone without mercy.

Taking a peek, you could see the house and the rubble of those beside it. Maybe he would de-materialise and you could pick up the injection. You needed it. Your heat was coming. You knew it. You’d been feeling…off. One of those injections lasted about three heats, enough to get through a quarter of the year without a hitch. Without it he would be able to sniff you out in an instant.

In your pocket, your phone vibrated. You pulled it out, answering in case it was anyone from the Resistance,

“Can’t talk.” you whispered.

“Mmm, and why would that be?”

Your breath caught in your throat and you turned, sliding down the rubble you hid yourself behind. It was him. And you had to get away and leave your phone behind.

“Are you nearby, Omega? I tell you what, you come out now and I won’t kill every single one of your friends, and you’ll get your precious injection.”

It was a tempting offer. Too tempting. You knew it would not go that way. The Betas and the Alphas from the Resistance would die fighting until their last breath defending the last Omega left on the planet.

He sighed.

“I have traversed far across this land, sought out hard to find Omegas, ripped them from families and enslaved them to breed for my brothers, but none have presented to be as challenging as you, little one. You were a little hellion, smart mouthed and that hot little body, but then you got away,” he paused and you heard the crunch of gravel underneath his steps. “And from there it turned into a deadly cat and mouse game.”

You stiffened. Out here you were a lamb to the slaughter and if you didn’t move you wouldn’t bleet in the sun again.

“I don’t know how you managed to slip through each search but I assure you when your heat hits, I will find you. You will be a beacon, projecting that luscious scent to all the Alphas.”

You placed your phone on the ground. That was your one and only tool for communicating with the resistance and now it was gone. Castiel had the number and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to call every second of the day. You would just have to manage without.

There was another hideout not too far, about two towns away you guessed. Once there you could eat and finally take the damned injection and maybe rest up.

He chuckled. You froze.

“Oh, you’re close by. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute.”

You turned to leave and were met with a black pair of dress trousers and immaculate shoes. You gulped, a little surprised at how calm you were.

Coffee, salted caramel and a dark intoxicating musk filled your nostrils. It made you want to stuff your face to his chest and inhale even more, you wanted to become high off it. You forced yourself to look up.

There he was, the beautiful blue eyed Alpha angel who had orchestrated the downfall of Omegas, who had a high desire to rule over mankind, enslaving those he deemed useful and killing anyone with a wave of his hand to anyone who would dare defy him.

This angel had chosen you. He hadn’t marked you, hadn’t claimed you, he had simply said “This one’s mine.”

He took one hand out of his pocket and held it out for you. You shook your head and shuffled away, tripped, fell back on your pack. He advanced towards you and you scrambled back. He pursed his lips and his blue eyes turned steely.

“Stay. Away. From. Me.”

Your heart had picked up its pace, a cold sweat washing over your body and a cluster of angry butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You pulled your blade out, pointing it at him. Your chest heaved with the struggle to keep your breath regular.

His blue eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched and his hands fisted.

“Where did you get that?” he hissed. It was an authentic angel blade. Useful for killing demons, monsters and angels. “Give it to me!”

You shook your head. Hell no. This blade had helped you out of a few sticky situations. He advanced to you and you managed to roll to your stomach and lift your body up. In the space of seconds you were up on two feet and he had your pack handle grabbed. Instinct took over. You pulled your elbow back, connecting with his solar plexus. He grunted from the force and you tried twisting your way out. He went to place his fingers to your forehead, and you knocked his arm out the way.

You valued your life way before any of your belongings. You unhooked your pack and dashed forward. Angel blade in hand, your only source of defence, you were lighter, freer, and you knew you could always get more supplies.

You ran into a solid wall and yelped in pain. A wall which had materialized in thin air. An arm wrapped around you trapping you and no matter how much you kicked, punched, scratched and wriggled he wasn’t letting you go. A hand rested on your head. You struggled to fight the impending darkness taking over you. Your resistance slowed as your brain fuzzed over.

“Must…fight…” your hands gripped onto the lapels of his trench coat, your forehead pressed against his chest, allowing his scent to go through you.

“Shh, Omega.” his hand stroked back your hair, the simple act calming you.

You lost your restraint and your limbs ceased their fight and your mind fell into unconsciousness.

He finally had you. Finally had the last Omega in existence. And you were his. He had been relentless in his pursuit, maybe even reckless. Hell, he didn’t spare a single life when it came to you. His brothers called him an angel possessed, obsessed too. He didn’t care what they called it as long as they did his bidding.

He had his Omega. He proclaimed it across the heavens and the earth. No one could stop him now. He had all of Heaven under his control and all of mankind under his reign. Now he had his Omega to rule by his side.

Sensations deep in your belly tugged at your centre, making you groan and roll, pulling the blanket with you. The scent of salted caramel, cedar and burnt oak encased you. Fuck. That moment you pushed that thought aside. It couldn’t be. You dreaded what you knew. You pushed the blanket aside and sat up. Pain combed through you, and you cried noting the blanket you had been wrapped in wasn’t a blanket at all, it was Castiel’s trench coat. You threw it across the bed acting as if it had stung you. You slipped from the bed. Adorned in a simple black t-shirt with FREEDOM, you seethed. He had no right. Thankfully he had the decency to keep your panties on. Freedom. It was a sick joke.

It was a little too early for your heat and the last time it happened he had captured you, yet you had managed to get away.

There was a door. You clutched your aching stomach and headed straight for it. You had to get out of this room. It stunk of him and each time you inhaled, it made you needier for him. The door slammed open and you jumped back. Your body called out for him, below you were a hot aching mess, nipples pebbling just from the sense of recognizing its Alpha.

“Get. Away.”

He shook his head.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere this time.”

Your womb pricked with heat and you grimaced. “Give me the injection.”

He took it from his pocket. “This?”

“Yes,” You stretched out your hand ready to take it. “I need it. I’m in heat.”

He pushed down the syringe plunger, letting the fluid squirt out into the air. Your mouth hung open and you cried.

“You. Monster.”

“No, Y/N, monsters are the creatures that Sam and Dean hunt, that you used to hunt. I’m an angel of the Lord. I rule the Heavens and over mankind. I am your Alpha and you are my Omega.”

“Then you’re so much worse than any one of those monsters,” you snarled. “And I’m not your fucking Omega. You have all the Omegas, no doubt bred a few, I bet. You’re not getting me. I am not your true Omega.”

His head tilted and squinted his eyes, until they widened in realisation.

“Ohhh, I see. All those Omegas, they weren’t for me. True, I had an intention of breeding with a few, but it never happened. They were for my brothers. See Nephilims are powerful creatures. Half human, half angel and extremely useful. At least 30% of them will present as Omega. All I wanted was to rule the world.”

“Then you’re a greedy little bitch!”

“If I am anything, I assure you, it is not a female dog.”

He closed the door behind him and you panted as the pain had you doubled over. You hugged yourself and shivered. He was right there, yet you were denying it. You wanted it not to be him. Sweat covered your whole skin and slick coated you below. You didn’t understand how calm he was being. All the Alphas you knew or heard of would go wild if they scented an Omega’s heat. They became animalistic, primal and all they wanted was to fuck the Omega’s brains out.

The pain increased and had you curled up on the floor. You took deep inhalations of the scent from the t-shirt you were wearing. It calmed you, made you feel that tiny bit better, made you feel you were coping with your heat. You cried out as it intensified, your body shaking from the pain. The slick doubled and you felt it coat the top of your thighs.

“You need me. Or you’ll die.”

“Then I’d rather die.”

“You’re lying.”

His footsteps sounded on the white tile flooring. He was so much closer. You didn’t need to check to know.

“You’re not sure though,” you panted, looking at him as you were pressed to the floor. “All those Omegas you lost. All those Omegas you cast aside, just because they took a knife to their wombs. They sacrificed their biological intent just so you couldn’t have them. They died-”

“In vain, Omega. I still became the most powerful angel across the garrison. I have my archangels brothers grace. And I have my Omega.”

You couldn’t control the shaking and the t-shirt you was wearing was losing its scent as your sweat soaked through.

“I don’t need an Alpha. I don’t need pups. I don’t need any of that. I have myself.” you shuddered through.

He gave a soft laugh.

“An independent Omega. A bane to my existence you’ve been. You and your little Resistance friends have become more than a nuisance, but it’s nothing I can’t click my fingers at. I can wipe them all out, Y/N. Tell me, when was the last time you had a heat?”

You didn’t answer him. It had never been this bad. The cool tile alleviated some of your sweat but it did nothing for your cramps. It did nothing to stave off the heat. You were struggling, saturated in his scent, you gasped in breaths. You needed air. Fresh air. Outside and far away from Castiel.

“That’s quite impressive, Omega. Two years you’ve been on the run. Two years using back street suppressants. Two years using scent neutralisers. Two years I’ve been searching.”

“I need…-” you gasped without knowing how to finish.

“My knot.”

At those words your womb convulsed, your sex clenched hard at nothing and you gave a gritted cry.

“No,” you ground out. You didn’t. “To sleep.”

His hand came out and covered your head. You didn’t fight it this time and allowed the darkness to cover you. Sleeping was the easiest way to pass a heat, but you doubted he would let you do that.

You came to dripping in sweat. You threw back the trench coat he had covered you with again and sat up, to be met with a very pregnant Omega. She looked vaguely familiar. Probably one of them enslaved to breed for the angels. She looked well kept, healthy in fact. She was glowing.

“Y/N, it’s me, Olivia.”

Olivia. Your mind reeled back two years. Olivia. You had made a pact with her. Had promised to get out with her. She had been as hellbent as you had. And now here she was: demure and domestic. Her brunette hair hung in waves around her sweet face, she had a tray in her hand. You sniffed, whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

“Castiel sent me down here.”

“Do you do everything he says?” you asked.

She looked away from you and you huffed.

“What happened to you, Olivia? You used to be a fox. An absolute fire ball. Spitting, kicking, scratching. What the hell happened?!”

“C-Commander…” she stammered and never finished.

“So the Commander… fancy pants Commander, the one who grabbed you, and you screamed at me to keep running. That Commander,” you didn’t wait for her to respond. “You said you’d find a way out. You’d meet me. I waited for you. I waited ten days! I faced groups of angels, one right after the other,” you swung your legs off the bed and walked to her, your hair wild from all the sweat. “Did they torture you? Or did the Commander make you his bitch?”

She put the tray down on a tiny coffee table one corner of the room with some force.

“He’s my true Alpha, Y/N. Do you know how hard they are to come by? I never thought I’d want this. None of it. But it turns out I did. And I do. Besides, its not so bad having the angels rule over us.”

“Not bad?! Tell me when the Commander was fucking your brains out did he leave any in you?”

She gave you a scathing look and folded her arms across her chest.

“A little bit hypocritical considering you were clutching on to your Alpha’s trench coat like it’s about to be ripped away from you.”

You snarled at her and headed for the food. You didn’t like it when she hit you with teh truth.

“You’re sniffing his scent out. Y/N you need to stop denying it. I get that you’re sooo independent, but face the facts. Castiel is your true Alpha.”

You ripped the bread, dunked it in the stew and ravaged what was such a small meal. It was much better than the scraps you had been living on, and made you feel mildly better.

“It’s Castiel, not your bloody Commander, Olivia. Castiel the Most Fearsome ruler. Castiel who controls everything. He demolished governments, demolished cities, hell even countries! I can’t allow him to be my Alpha. I may be the last Omega but I won’t let him think he can own me. I won’t be owned. I’m better on my own.”

“You’re fighting a losing battle,” Olivia paused after picking up the tray. “You do know you can leave this room? You’re not confined. Just because you’re in heat doesn’t mean you’re shut in. If you want a bath or shower you can. The Alphas aren’t here.”

You wanted one. Needed one, the sweat had soaked through the t-shirt. You nodded.

“I’ll get Castiel to get another t-shirt.”

You shook your head.

“No. I don’t want to wear anything with his scent on. I want my own clothes. And I want my rucksack. I want my stuff, Olivia. And I want to get out.”

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, but the truth is, the Omegas are safe here. We are all well looked after. There is no one trying to hurt us. The angels are good to us.”

You looked at her like she had gone mad.

“Good to you? You’re enslaved to breed for them! You can’t leave! It’s not a good thing! They keep you here, lured with home comforts that the world craves, just so the Omegas can have their babies. Outside, I’m free. I can make my own decisions. I don’t have rules, or someone dictating over me. ”

Olivia looked away.

“You’ve been on your own a long time, longer than I have. And I get it, but I like it here. I don’t need to fear for my safety. I don’t need to worry about not having enough food. Or rest.”

“No, instead you have to suffer through your heats, like a bitch.”

“Did you dream of him?” She had changed the subject.

You looked at her oddly.

“Last heat you had, did you dream of him? Did you dream of him this time?”

You didn’t answer her. The truth was hard to swallow and even harder to admit.

“I thought so. It’s a natural side effect.”

Olivia opened the door and you felt relieved for you could breathe without the scent of Castiel infusing with your whole self.

You stepped out, your bare feet padding on the floor. You didn’t know where you were, except on earth. The house looked too big, too new, too perfect and too white. Clearly built by angels and way out of place in this apocalyptic world.

Other Omegas stared at you. They knew who you were, knew who you were meant for, and from that some gave dirty looks. You gave them a look to intimidate even the most brassy of Omegas. Olivia tugged at your hand.

“Don’t- just- come on.”

“They started it.”

She pulled you along another stark white corridor and opened a door. Your eyes were blinded by how white it was. A large tub dominated the room, pure white in ceramics and startlingly beautiful. Everything you needed was here, towels, soap, shampoo, fuck, there was even a hair-dryer. Your eyes glossed over each and every luxury. You had been without them for a long time. But it was a rouse to keep you here, to keep the Omegas here.

“Your suite isn’t quite ready yet.”

You turned so fast you became dizzy.

“What?”

She bit her bottom lip.

“Castiel, he designed you a suite. They’re finishing it up.”

You felt your upper lip curl into a snarl.

“I have no desire to stay here. Once my heat is through I’m gone.”

You had zero intention of staying even through your heat. Once you could get away from Olivia, you’d locate some clothes and steal a weapon. If that was possible.

Olivia stayed the extra minutes until your bath was drawn.

Stepping out you wrapped the towel around you. You opened the door to find a black folded up t-shirt and pair of panties. It was better than nothing for now. You closed the door and shoved on the items. This t-shirt had LUST OR BUST with a set of red lips. You shook your head.

You walked out, and tried to locate your way around the maze of a building. Clothes were a must. You located a bedroom and entered. You flashed through the closet, grabbing jeans, socks and extras. You pushed on some sneakers and threw everything in a drawstring bag. You pulled on a jacket and walked out.

Avoiding the Omegas was hard. It was harder when you were in heat, but they weren’t willing to question you. Hell they weren’t willing to even go near you.

You came to a domed entrance. You peeked round a corner and saw an arched door, guarded by two Betas. Two armed Betas. You thought you could take them.

You slid along the wall until you reached the other side. One sniffed the air.

“Omega in heat.”

“There’s always an Omega in heat.”

You stilled.

“Nah, this is stronger. Closer.”

You closed your eyes and held your breath, hoping to God they would think nothing of it.

“Pussy smells good.” the other acknowledged.

“Hmm.”

You rolled your eyes and waited for them to calm down again. Just when you were sure, not before, you started the jump from pillar to pillar, staying behind them. You didn’t wait when you were by them and attacked. You punched the closest one on the face and quickly disarmed him, then you thrust the blade in the second Beta’s heart, who didn’t even see it coming. They didn’t call you the assassin for nothing. You killed the other one for safety measures, afterwards cleaned the blade on his combats, and opened the doors sliding the angel blade up your sleeve. You breathed. And shivered. It was damn cold and you only had a light jacket on. If you found shelter for the night, you’d be fine.

In the blink of an eye angels appeared forming a semi-circle around you, trapping you. Damn.

“Y/N, you’re not thinking of leaving, are you?”

Balls.

You slipped the angel blade from your sleeve, letting it fall and catching it in your hand. You would fight your way out of this if you had to.

“That won’t be necessary.” Hannah said.

Hannah. Always loyal to Castiel. Always would be. She was probably in love with him.

“Out. Of. My. Way.”

You took a step forward but none moved.

“You’re his Omega. We’re here to protect you.”

“Last time I checked, I didn’t need protecting. I don’t want to live a shut in life, thanks. You might do as he says, but I never will.”

“But you’re Omega-” another started.

You looked at the male angel which had spoke up.

“So what, you think that just because I’m Omega, I should put up and shut up? Is that it??!” You grabbed him by his collar and had the blade against his throat in seconds. “Need I remind you, I’m not that kind of Omega. You might think Omegas are lower than scum, at the bottom of the chain, and submissive to Alphas, but I’m not. Trust me when I say I’ve killed a lot like you. And I won’t hesitate to do so again. I am not breeding stock, and I won’t be dictated. Get that into your thick angel skull.” you shoved him back.

Your body pricked with heat.

“His ways are good. His ways will keep you safe. His ways-”

“Shut the hell up!” you yelled “Now move!” you tried shoving one back, but they didn’t budge.

“You are in heat.” Hannah stated.

“Yeah, no shit.”

“It would be wise of you to stay here through your heat. We have the facilities.”

“But not the suppressants. I need suppressants.”

The angels looked at one another.

“They’re outlawed.”

“I know that!”

The cramps came back and you cried out, dropping to the floor, curling up. You fought for breath, nipples pebbling and the arousal burning ever more brightly. Your fingers curled into a fist on the floor, the angel blades tip skimming the surface of the ground and you groaned as the sweats kicked back in.

“And what do we do with lawbreakers?”

His voice had you looking up at the group. His voice had you slicking some more. His voice had you in a world of trouble.

“We… kill them… Sir.” The angel looked to his Overlord with confusion and looked down to you.

“Go on, do it. Kill me,” you growled. “But you won’t get your ‘most prized’ breeding stock, and I’ll be free of you forever.”

You heard him chuckle lightly.

“You are not breeding stock. You are my Omega,” he looked to the angels “And why hasn’t anyone helped her up?”

All at once there was a rush of angels clambering to help you up. You stabbed one that touched you, punched another that got too close. An angel close to you lit up blue, putting his hand out. You heard Castiel yell at the angel in question and covered your ears.

“But sir, she killed the two Betas guarding the front entrance and and Jophiel. ”

“Well clearly they were incompetent. And I underestimated my Omega. For that she will be disciplined.”

“Fuck. You.” you spat.

He pulled you up and without snapping his fingers you were standing in front of a large oak door, which was guarded by two Beta angels. You slipped from his grip to the floor, dizzy. You were never one for angel transportation. You put your hands flat on the cool surface, your eyes shut tight as you tried to become clear headed.

“I teleported us a couple hours into the future. Nothing too drastic. I just wanted to show you your…our suite.”

He picked you up like you were a bride on your wedding night. Touching him, being held by him did nothing to alleviate your arousal. You let out a weak moan, but didn’t fight him. The doors opened and he walked in carrying you. You probably didn’t weigh a thing to him. He stopped and let you down, his hands on your shoulders.

The first thing you noticed was that the room was all white. It was you supposed, a sitting room, adorned with chairs, tables, bookshelves. Even the books were white. Large top to bottom windows dominated the room letting natural light in, allowing you to see everything, to survey the mess below, to look upon the less fortunate.

“It’s your kingdom too.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want it.”

His hands stroked down your spine and you let out a shiver. You closed your eyes, ashamed from the arousal spiking, but you didn’t move away. You felt magnetised to him. You couldn’t help it. You could feel him, his chest almost against your back, his head bent down beside yours, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear. His hands brushing against yours. He was big and distracting. And you hated him for it.

“Just think of what you can do for the Omegas.” he whispered, his hands snaking round your hips.

You groaned and almost sunk into his touch until you snapped out of it and shoved his hands off and pulled yourself away and turned to him.

“What the hell!”

“You almost let yourself go. Your body recognizes I’m its Alpha. You almost did,” His fingers came to stroke your hand, but you snatched it back. “Give in to those urges, Y/N.”

You shook your head.

“No. Never. I will not be used by you. I will not.”

“Come on, Y/N, I know you dream about me.”

That bitch.

Disgust and betrayal contorted your features. He smirked.

“I can help with your heat.”

“I don’t need your help. I need a suppressant!”

He sighed. “Y/N…”

“You had no right outlawing them, Castiel, no right! It’s my right to use them! I should control my heats. Not anyone else! Me! And most certainly not you!” You jabbed a finger on his chest to accentuate your point.

He looked at your finger on his chest and raised his eyebrow.

“Need I remind you of who I am, little one?”

“You’re nothing but a greedy, power hungry, soul sucking bastard.”

The air whistled past your ears as he spun you round and slammed you to the wall, his hand around your throat, his body towering over you.

“Watch your tongue.” he growled in your ear squeezing your neck slightly.

You looked up at him. You opened your mouth to speak and gasped from the invisible hands slowly sliding around your thighs.

He smirked at your shock, looking at your wide eyes and open mouth. You closed them tight, feeling the effect rocket through your sex.

“Stop.” you gasped.

He leaned closer, his thumb tracing over your lower lip. You squirmed, rubbing your thighs together, desperately trying to relinquish the tingles until he parted your legs with his knee, and you whined, your sex clenching at nothing.

“Why would I do that?” he asked in a low husky voice.

His thumb trailed crackles of electricity along your lips which went straight down to your wet sex.

You gulped, didn’t have the words. Couldn’t tell him to stop. You wanted him to stop, but a part of you wanted him, wanted this. Nothing in your life was fair.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re desperate for it.”

You shook your head. No. You weren’t desperate. That’s what you told yourself. Until you felt invisible hands nearing your sex. You tried pushing him away, but he was too strong.

“Out there, my angels have Sam and Dean round up and they’re gonna bring them here. From down below they’ll see you up here. They’ll know that the last Omega has been claimed.”

“I’ll scream.” you threatened.

“Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they’ll hear you, you’ve got good lungs.” he responded.

You went to scream bloody murder but he covered his mouth over yours, one hand around the back of your head, another gripping your waist, pulling you in tight against him. His lips moved over yours with a fiery impenetrable passion. Completely damning and intoxicating. A strangled cry left your throat, your hands clawing at his chest fighting him until his tongue dove in and demanded yours. Heat flamed your body and his taste was unlike anything you ever had. You were hooked.

You were pressed close to him, leaving no space in between. He angled you just that little better and your senses were overcome with him. He was all you tasted and touched. He was all you wanted. You held on to him as your life demanded it. You couldn’t fight him any more.

He pulled off your jacket. You allowed him. He pushed up your t-shirt as his lips moved down your jaw, traversing across your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. He had you breathless, and you moaned when he latched onto a breast, sucking hard. Your hips writhed against the wall, as his hand palmed your free breast. You whined needing, wanting more.

He wanted to taste you. Wanted your raw arousal dripping against his tongue.

He kissed a path down, dropping to his knees and your breath quickened. He smiled at how quick your tune had changed. His hands slid along your stomach and back, feeling your heated skin and coming to pop the button on your jeans. His hands curled under the waist band and pulled freeing the restricting material.

Your arousal bloomed and he was almost wild for it. He ripped away the offending material, pulling off your boots and threw them aside. You were back in your original items; the LUST OR BUST t-shirt and a thin pair of panties. He pressed his nose to your panties and took a deep breath in. He would never forget your scent, could never begin to imagine himself without you. He touched your moist thighs, hearing you gasp. He tore at the fragile material barely holding in your arousal.

“Fuck.” he groaned on your mound.

Bless his little Omega, you were hairless. He had fantasized about this many times.

He spread your legs a little for him, his hands going to rest at your hips, fingers spreading wide around your ass. He held you as his lips brushed your inner thighs. You mewled. It wasn’t enough for you. Or for him.

Your slick covered your open sex and you were wet. Just for him. He could see the tiny little bundle of nerves protruding, could sense it throbbing and wanting attention. He angled his head and started, dragging his tongue in a slow line.

When your nectar hit him, he was hooked.

You trembled and moaned, your hands coming to his head as he continued. He licked stripes sending you wild. He groaned and kissed the tiny bundle of nerves. You jerked but went nowhere. He placed his lips around your clit and sucked. Hard. You screamed, back arching, pushing your pussy against him even more.

He looked up and was blessed with you in rapture. Nipples hardened to peaks through the t-shirt, eyes tightly shut and your lips were slightly apart, body heaving in quickened breaths.

He wanted more.

You had called him greedy.

He was greedy for you.

His tongue dipped at your entrance and he held in a breath before slowly releasing. He lapped at you until he couldn’t take it any more and tunnelled in.

Your taste was all over him, overpowering him. Your walls flexed around him and your hand pulled hard at his hair, your loud pornographic moan provoking him.

“No…no…no…” you moaned. “Too…much…”

He groaned and you cried out. He stroked your walls once and then twice and just like that your pussy clamped hard around his tongue. You rocked your hips as he worked you, your hands balled tight in his hair. Your legs trembled. He stroked your as your walls convulsed around him, stroked you as you begged him to stop, till speech failed you.

You screamed as your dam broke. You milked him hard with your cum and he rode you through each crashing wave, his name a mantra you shouted to the heavens.

You shuddered as you came down from your highs, legs weak. He held you up.

He had your slick over his nose, all over his lips and down his chin, but he didn’t care. He’d do it again in a heartbeat. Hearing you scream and call his name instilled a sense of pride in him.

“God I needed that.”

You couldn’t hold yourself up and you fell. He grabbed you, holding you close to him. You mumbled something incoherent. He moved rooms and laid you on a bed. You trembled in the aftermath.

He wanted to be naked. Wanted to fuck you, wanted to breed you. He wanted to bite you , marking her as his. God, he wanted to spill his seed inside you, wanted you to take it all, wanted his pups inside your belly.

“Lemme go…” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

His hand trailed up your leg and you didn’t do anything to stop him. He looked to you, his blue eyes blown with lust. He teased your outer folds, velvet soft and wet thanks to your recent orgasm. You looked up at him when he dipped to your wet cunt, meeting his blue orbs. He had to. His fingers slid inside soft flesh and pure wetness.

His fingers were intensely different from his tongue. As would his cock be. Your toes curled as you tried not to think about it.

He had two fingers deep inside you and you were a quivering wreck. You couldn’t stop. His fingers slid easily inside you, your sex constantly clenching around him.

“So wet for me, baby, I love it.” he praised and you glowed.

Pleasing him was what you wanted at this minute.

He added a third and it became snug, groaning as as your walls stretched deliciously. He wasn’t being fair. He wasn’t being nice. You were tight around his fingers and he used his other to flick your clit.

You were loud. You couldn’t help it. He was stroking your walls with ease, striking against a spot inside you that made you heat up and roll your eyes back every time. His finger on your clit was brutal. He wasn’t slow. Oh no. He picked a punishing speed and kept at it.

“That’s my girl.”

The heat washed over you hotter this time and below you could feel yourself flutter around his fingers, unable to control it. Your thighs quaked as you desperately tried to fight it. Your pussy pressed butterfly kisses to his fingers until it clenched hard. You were close. On the edge. You worked your hips meeting his thrusts aiming for your finish. The heat swamped over you tightening your gut. You cried out for him as he rode you through it.

“Are you ready for my cock, baby girl?

Images of being on all fours and fucked flashed through your mind. You nodded. You were ready to be filled with him. More than ready for his seed to spill inside you.

He waved his hand and like that, he was naked. You drank in his warm kissed skin, the muscles defining his body.

“Take a look at your King.”

He was heavily erect and straining, high and proud, his tip reddened and beading with pre cum. Your mouth became dry at the thought of having him inside you. He was glorious. You couldn’t hide your arousal from him.

This was your true Alpha.

You were readying again. You could already feel your pussy ache for him. You were past denying it now. You wanted him. Needed him.

He moved you to the centre of the bed, pushed a pillow under your ass, lifting you off the bed. It scared you a little, his intent to breed. But it was too late for contraception. There wasn’t any. You knew his seed would calm the heat you were in. Your body wanted you to become pregnant. It demanded it.

He laid over you, hooked your legs over his thighs and you felt him pressed to your entrance. You bucked your hips up, wanting him inside. He held your hips down, stopping your movements.

“We’re going to take it easy.”

His hand rested on your cheek, and kissed you. This kiss was slower, lingering and tender, his lips moving over yours in expertise. His tongue sought yours and claimed you. He entered you slowly. You broke from the kiss with a gasp and he leaned his forehead against yours. He sunk himself further into you and snapped your hips flush with his, balls deep inside you. You wailed, stretched tight around him, and completely filled. Snug and perfect.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You adjusted around him causing nerves to tingle all around your sex, thighs and ass. Your thighs quaked. He wasn’t even moving yet. When he did you were so wet for him, enough for him to glide easily in and out of you that had you panting, crying out his name. He stroked a hard spot inside you, making you shudder in delight.

“Your G-spot, Omega.” he purred, having accessed your thoughts.

He moved slowly, undoing you. You writhed in bliss through your orgasm, gripping him tight. He rode you through, picking up the pace. You wanted this. You wanted him to fuck you.

He snapped his hips hard and fast into you. Heat rolled over you in waves every so often leaving you screaming and breathless. You exploded around him, milking him hard for the last time, triggering him.

“Want it…Alpha.”

The base of his cock swelled, locking you to him. You uttered those words and a predatorial growl rumbled past his lips and he snapped his hips, spearing into you, arms wrapped around your body, keeping you to him, his tip throbbing at your cervix. He yelled as he came and bit into your shoulder. His warm thick seed spilled into you, your pussy filling with him.

“That’s a good Omega. Take my knot. Take my seed. Let it fill your belly, little one.”

“Breed me,” You were insane. You’d just had his cock once, but you wanted this. You were no different to any other Omega. “Want you to breed me.”

As soon as his knot deflated and had emptied himself inside you, he had you flipped over to your front, facing the window, ass raised and was slamming inside of you again.

“Alpha’s gonna breed that little pussy of yours, gonna fill you up good with my Alpha seed.”

It was crazy. His hand slid down your stomach as his hand held you to him. You felt his fingers at your clit.

The pleasure overtook you. It was all you knew. All you wanted. He flicked the tiny bundle of nerves and had you coming hard around his cock.

You looked up and saw two familiar people down below, but he pushed you back down and you whined at how intense the feeling was.

“Winchester’s.” you moaned.

“Yes, baby, they’re here, like I said,” he slammed his hips into you bottoming into you, short on breath, he panted. “Watching me fuck a baby into you. The last Omega. Claimed.”

It shouldn’t have turned you on, knowing they could see you, but it did. It turned you on further with Castiel claiming you. He ground his hips into you, spearing into your further. His movements were faster, frenzied as he pounded into you over and over.

You peeked, could still see them below made to watch as Castiel claimed his Omega.

“My Queen.” he grunted.

You were getting closer. You shuddered as you edged closer. He held you up. Your back arced and the new angle had you panting for release.

“C-Cas…oh shit…King.”

His hand dropped to your stomach. Heat flushed through you at the thought of him getting you off both ways.

“Please.” you whined.

“Patience, little one.”

You trembled under him, flames burned across your flesh, lighting paths across your nerve endings. Your pussy pulsed around his cock and you knew you couldn’t hold it for long. Thick fingertips descended on your clit, stroking slowly before beating it within an inch of its life.

His own thrusts were becoming less even and sloppy. The base of his knot began to swell.

“Cum. Cum with me, Omega.”

He growled against your shoulder and you were at his will to obey. You squeezed hard around him, creaming for him, crying out as his knot swelled, locking inside you. He roared as he exploded inside you, filling you again, riding you both through your ecstasy.

You panted and he almost dropped his weight on you. He pulled away from you and you felt his cum leak from you. He pulled you close to him on the bed. He kissed your temple as he stroked your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“Rest up, Omega, we have the rest of your heat to get through.”

His words were soothing to you, and with his hand stroking your hair you fell asleep quickly.

You woke up, naked and wrapped in warmth. It wasn’t Castiel and you were a little more than disappointed to find him gone. It attacked you in the centre of the chest. He was your Alpha. You weren’t sure why but you felt deserted. You stretched and pulled back the sheet. You reached for the dressing gown beside you on a hook, making quick work and was wrapped up in the white cloth. You moved around the room. A t-shirt laid folded on the dresser for you, which was full of his scent. You opened the doors to the sitting room and were stunned to see Olivia on your couch, with a tray of food on the coffee table.

“Castiel thought-”

“Where is he?” you asked cutting her off demanding to know.

She didn’t move. You gave her a hard look.

“He’s doing business. With the Winchesters. I can go get him if you like?”

“No. No. I’m fine.” You didn’t want her finding out you had caved. All your talk about being an independent Omega would be put to shame if she found out you had given in after taking a pounding from your Alpha’s cock.

Business with the Winchesters? It sounded like he was back to his old self, before he became a colossal pain to the entire world. You knew it had to be serious, so you didn’t press her any further.

“You seem different? You do something to your hair?” she asked.

You smoothed down your hair, and narrowed your eyes at her.

“I’m sure I know, you had a facial?”

You rolled your eyes. She had to be doing this on purpose. You sat and picked up the stew. You dunked the bread inside and ate.

“Your skin looks so much clearer, it has to be that. Your eyes are brighter-”

“We had sex, okay.”

A sly smile curved her lips.

“While he was fucking your brains out, did he leave any in you?”

You gave her a scathing look. You didn’t like her throwing your own words back at you. But that was the Olivia you used to know. A fox.

“Shut the fuck up.” you grumbled and ate.

She was still smirking. “Yes, my Queen.”

It wasn’t long and you were pricking from your heat, the cramps coming back, low on your Alpha’s supply. You shut your eyes and grimaced as below the cramps turned heavy. Olivia turned to you.

“Hey, are you all right?”

You nodded, trying to relax and enjoy your cup of tea. Below slick covered your sex and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you became desperate for him.

A brutal wave of cramps swamped you, causing you to drop your teacup. It smashed but you were already curled up in your small space of the couch, gasping for breath.

“The t-shirt, Oli, please. I need it.”

You pointed to the bedroom and she ran in. She was back seconds later. You held it to you, letting it cover your nose.

“I can go get him.”

“He’s busy.”

“But-”

“He’s busy!”

Another harsh wave crashed down and you screamed in pain. This was different. Perhaps it was because you had found your Alpha? But your Alpha was away, doing business. You struggled to cope and cried out.

“Oli…go. Go back to your Alpha.”

“But Y/N, you’re in pain, I can’t leave you.”

“Go!”

She looked at you and looked to the door, unsure. She watched the sweat bead on your forehead and drip off, watched as you took great heaving shudders from the bouts of pain.

“Please, call for him.”

“I’m not weak.” you whispered.

“Needing your Alpha isn’t a sign of weakness, Y/N.” she said quietly at the door.

She left you alone and you fought the oncoming attacks. Your hands clutched his t-shirt, screaming out.

In the end you did call for him. Not because you were at a low, but because you needed him. You needed to be wrapped up in his arms and held. You needed him to soothe away the pain.

“Omega.”

You looked to the direction he had spoken and saw him. You smiled and he scooped you up in his arms.

“You should have called me earlier.”

You mumbled something about “not wanting to” and “fighting”.

“You’re my strong independent Omega, but you must realise that we are in this together.”

He laid you on the bed, laid down beside you and brought you close. You looked up into his ocean blue eyes. You were realising it. You struggled on your own, with him it would be easier. And now… You didn’t want to fight him any more. Didn’t want to fight your feelings.

“I’m an idiot, Castiel.”

He hushed you, smoothing back your hair as you gripped on to him.

“I can’t- I don’t wanna do it without you.”

Your hips slid laying flush with his.

“I wanna be yours. I’m your Omega.”

He wrapped you around him tighter and kissed you. He had taken your heart as well as your body. He waved a hand and you were both naked.

He wrapped you up in his body, gripping your hands, his lips skimming your skin, sliding home into you. His lips were everywhere, kissing, marking, sucking. You clutched to him in fear of him letting go. You returned his kisses, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to him. Your minds and bodies were attuned to each other. He whispered promises to you.

He was gentle, slow, careful and loving, treating you as if you were fragile and made of glass, but you didn’t care. He treated you as an Alpha would to their Omega; his whole world. It was beautiful and when you felt his Grace meld with your soul, the tears flowed, feeling every emotion and feeling he possessed for you. You were loved. You were precious. You were his. He kissed away your tears and you felt his silent tears drop. Your hands dove into his hair, you didn’t think about it, you just did it, your lips brushed his tips, your tongue swiping across your lips, tasting the salty drops..

It was a powerful thing, pure and wholesome becoming one.

His knot flared and he held your face in his hands. You nodded. One hand slipped from your face down to your hips, one hand gripped yours, his head dropped to your shoulder and groaned holding you tight as he emptied himself inside you. His teeth bared on your shoulder and you held tight to your Alpha.

He kissed your shoulder, kissed your lips after, his fingers stroked your face, a smile breaking his serious exterior, his cheek brushed yours and you relished in the love he bestowed.

“Don’t go.” you whispered, holding him.

“I’m not leaving your side, Omega. Not letting you go.”

He wrapped you both up in the duvet.

“My King.” You kissed his lips.

“My Queen.” he murmured against yours.

As promised he never left your side throughout your heat.

You couldn’t get enough of him. Greed and lust governed you throughout along with a strong intent to breed. And now you had to come to terms with being the Overlord’s Omega. Now you had to come to terms with your emotions for him. You loved him. That was a new feeling you couldn’t get over. He encapsulated every thought you had and everything you did. He had woven his whole being with you, melded his Grace to your soul. Olivia said you were whipped, said she had felt the same with the Commander. But she didn’t question it. It was genetics. It was her biology. Just like it was your biology to mate with Castiel.

You looked out at the wrecked world. This was your life now. It didn’t scare you, like you thought it would. You felt content. After what Castiel had done to it, it would need a hell of a lot of work, and maybe you could win him round about the Omega’s. If anyone could it was you. You sipped your tea.

“Enjoying the view?”

You didn’t turn to greet him.

“Tell me the world will be rebuilt.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t leave it in this state.”

“And the Omega’s…” you bit your lip.

He sighed and you felt his chest against your back, his hands on your hips, pulling you back to him.

“I’ll leave that up to you.” he whispered in your ear. He took your teacup and placed it to the side, his nose nuzzling your neck. Your hands laced with his.

“Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant.”

“Mmm, I know, I sensed it just now,” his large hands covered your flat belly. “Come with me Omega, why don’t we celebrate.”

You looked up to him.

“Okay, but I wanna undress you this time.” You loved taking the time to strip him of the clothes he wore.

He smiled and let you lead the way.

“Anything for my Omega.”

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 6 years ago

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Two Wrongs Make a Right

Titles: Two Wrongs Make a Right

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 4008

Summary: With Dean as a demon, he happens to have a bunch of run-in’s with Y/N, whom he called a “demon bitch.” With his uncaring personality, he finds a thrill in trying to get her in bed. To get her to swallow her pride and beg for… all of him.

Warnings: All the SMUT, Explicit Language, Rough!Dean, Oral (Female Receiving), Sexual Tension, and… that’s all I can think of.

A/N: This is my entry for @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby’s Followers 666 Challenge!! The Sin that I chose was Pride and the prompt I saw fit was #37: “I’m sorry, I cant understand what you are saying because I don’t speak little bitch,” which will be italicized and in bold :) I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing demon!Reader and demon!Dean. I felt like it gave me the freedom to be the ruthless bitch I could be but chose not to. LOL. I hope you guys like it!!

Also, I am still debating in turning this into my first series ever!! So please tell me what you think about it and if I should continue the story!! Thank you!!

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with you two bickering morons right now,” Crowley muttered before vanishing off to who knows where.

You rolled your eyes as the King of Hell left you with your current arch nemesis, Dean Winchester. The arrogant bastard thought he had the right to boss you around and tell you what to do. Was it your job to wait on his every need like a little bitch? Hell no. You don’t take orders from no one, and you weren’t about to start just because the infamous Dean Winchester now had black eyes. He could be standing on a giant ball with one foot, juggling bowling pins caught on fire, with a monkey dancing on his head, and you still wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the man. He was infuriating.

“So what do we do now?” He asked, that smug smirk plastered on his mouth. How you wish you could just slice it right off.

“I could always skin you alive, starting with your toes all the way to that pretty little face of yours?” You suggested.

“Oh sweetheart, I love it you get all riled up.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“I also love it when you talk dirty to me,” Dean countered quickly. He was always a witty one.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the once righteous hunter. “Why are you even here again?”

“Why are you?” He answered your question with another question, one of the few quirks you loathed about him. He knew how much that ticked you off, so it always brought him great pleasure to get the chance to do it.

“I was here first,” you snapped.

“Well, I’m staying because we’re practically best friends,” the sarcasm oozing from every syllable.

How he managed to piss you off so hard was beyond you, but you had had enough of him. “Get out. Leave,” you demanded.

“Now why would I do that? I like the company here.”

“Fine. I’m a little bored of this place anyways. You have fun,” you faked a smile before storming out. Dean watched your hips sway all the way out the door before he got out of his own seat to follow. If Dean was something as a demon, it was persistent, especially when it came to you. He was going to get you to swallow your pride one way or another and get you to beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to make you feel unbelievable full, aching, and satisfied.

You were walking down the dark streets, unfazed by the creeps lurking around. You were a demon; you could easily kill any loser that rubbed you the wrong way. There was no longer anything to be afraid of. Even if they hurt you, you were already dead.

“Hey there gorgeous, want to have some fun?” A large drunk man walked up to you, his half-lidded eyes undressing you.

“If by fun, you mean me cutting off your dick and shoving it down your throat so you choke and die on it, then yeah. Let’s get this party started,” you smirked, your eyes flashing completely black.

The man seemed to sobered up quickly, stumbling backwards before bolting in the other direction. You chuckled at how pathetic he was before continuing back to your motel room. Dean watched from afar, enjoying your warm and enchanting personality. It made him wonder what type of person you were when you were alive.

According to Crowley, you had sold your soul back in the 1920’s to save your husband. 10 years later your debt had to be repaid, but a few hours before you were to be mauled by hell hounds, you had found out about your husband’s secret affairs that’s been happening ever since you bought him back to life. So, you made another deal, Crowley being the one to seal it. You wanted revenge and asked to be returned to your body as a demon so you could kill him with your bare hands, with the face your husband had come to know. He was going to pay for what he did. Crowley on the other hand was more than happy to oblige. He’d get two souls for it. Yours and his. They only catch was that you had to work for him, and if that was the small cost you had to pay for your revenge, then so be it, and the deal was sealed with a kiss.

Just as you entered the motel room, you sighed heavily with annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here?” You growled.

“Thought you’d might like some company,” Dean cooed.

“Not by the likes of you… ever.”

“Oh c’mon. Stop denying the fact that you want me,” Dean stepped into the light, his signature smirk playing on his unworldly pink lips.

“As if. Now get the hell out.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” he grinned, taking a step closer. Right when you were about to open your mouth, Dean was suddenly standing before you, his chest pressed against yours. You didn’t react, simply scowling at him, killing him a millions times over in your head. “Oh, Sweetheart, we both know you want me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what you’re saying because I don’t speak little bitch,” you retorted.

In a flash, Dean on you. His arms securely trapping you flush against his body, mouth harshly attached to yours, and hands roughly squeezing your ass. You couldn’t help the moan slipping passed your lips as Dean ravished you. It was unexpected and did nothing to help alleviate the sexual tension you had for the man.

You hated him, that was for sure, but at the same time you craved him, which was why you hated him all the more. You were in control of yourself, and you weren’t about to let some cocky demon Winchester tear all that apart, no matter how tempting he was, but now it was too late.

Attempting to keep your façade up, you broke the kiss, yanking your bottom lip from between his teeth, then struggling to escape his grasp, but it was futile. Somehow, despite the years in difference, he was still stronger than you. While you fought for release, Dean latched his lips to your neck, sucking, nibbling, and licking, leaving dark marks everywhere.

“Your mine,” he growled against your skin, his words hitting you hard in your core.

“In your dreams,” you gasped as he bit down hard at the junction where your neck met your shoulder, breaking the skin. Dean licked up the blood, loving the way the metallic liquid tasted.

“Haven’t you ever heard that sometimes dreams do come true,” he whispered in your ear, his hands squeezing your bum once again, this time hard enough to elicit a yelp from you.

Dean took that as his opportunity to connect his lips to yours again, his tongue sneaking in to taste every inch of you. When you didn’t comply, he quickly and recklessly backed you up against the wall, thoroughly trapping you.

With you now more secured, he let his hands travel up your hips, slipping passed the fabric and over your bare skin, fingers leaving a tingling sensation as he caressed your naked torso. His hands quickly found your chest, releasing a loud groan of approval when he realized that all this time you were braless. He could have reached over to you any time he wanted and feel your hardening nipples in his large palm through the thin cloth you wore.

“Son of a bitch,” you managed to say when you pulled your lips away from him, needing to catch your breath.

“Fucking tease, you know that?” Dean’s breathing was just as labored as yours. “You always walk around without a bra?”

“No panties either,” you revealed, a smug grin on your lips.

“Such a bad girl,” Dean snarled, both of his hands now covering your twin mounds. A loud yelp echoed through the room as he squeezed your breasts hard, your nipples caught between his fingers as he pinched them.

The back of your head hit the wall at the sudden pleasure. That was one thing you had realized when you became a demon all those centuries ago, your senses, when it came to sex, was a lot more sensitive; a lot more intense, but the way Dean touched you drove you over the top, but you’d never admit that. You would never give him the satisfaction.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you replied, shoving him away from you with all your might. Dean stumbled back, his eyes black and brows furrowed in disappointment. “Keep your hands to yourself, Sweetheart,” you mocked, straightening yourself.

Dean growled, stalking back towards you, his body language sending off a few alarms in your head, but you weren’t going to back down. “Your mine, now submit,” he barked.

“Oh, ho, ho,” you chuckled with purpose, “I don’t belong to no one. I don’t anybody, especially you,” you spat, poking at his firm chest.

“That’s what you think.”

“Really? What makes you believe that I’m yours?” You inquired, crossing your arms over your chest, and shifting all your weight onto one side of your body, sticking the opposite hip out.

“Because I said so,” Dean stated, his voice so low you could barely understand what he was saying due to the vibrations.

Once again, as you were about to say something, Dean had stolen your attention. He had propelled you onto the bed, your tiny figure bouncing unflatteringly on the mattress. By the time your steadied yourself, Dean was already on top of you, literally ripping your shirt in half.

You gasped at his wildness. “You dick, this was new,” you muttered.

“Does it look like I give a shit,” he countered, “now shut up.” His lips were back on yours while his hands worked on removing the rest of your clothing. Dean had had enough of your playing hard to get and he was now going to take what he believed was his. You.

Through your struggle, Dean had yet to hear you say “no,” but it never came. Dean had you bare beneath him, taking hold of both your wrists and pinning them about your head with one hand as he pressed his body between your legs. With his free hand, he grabbed onto one of your legs, prying them open to reveal your soaked cunt to him; all wet and ready.

Dean kissed your swollen lips hard one last time before licking and sucking his way down to your pussy, leaving dark marks as he went. Hovering over your sopping cunt, you could feel the heat of his breath, the heaviness of his breathing. You could tell that he was trying to control himself, and you weren’t any better. He could see your chest heaving erratically. The little things that you were doing didn’t get passed him, for example, the way your fist clenched the sheets, the subtle quiver of your legs in anticipation. He knew what you wanted, but he was going to make you beg.

“So wet,” he commented, making you bite you bottom lip. “What do you want?” The question alone implied his intentions, but you didn’t speak. You couldn’t speak. If you did, only a loud moan would come out. You desperately wanted him, needed him, but you were prideful. You didn’t need a man. You didn’t need him.

When Dean got no response, he delicately blew on your clit, the sudden cool air causing your body to jolt a bit. “Shit,” you finally spewed, squirming in his grasp. You hadn’t expected the sudden act.

“C’mon Y/N, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Submit.”

“Screw you,” you gritted.

“That’s the plan,” Dean replied, chuckling.

As if on perfect timing, just as your lips parted to speak, Dean quickly sucked on your clit, letting it pop out of his mouth in one swift motion. You moaned loudly, your entire body arching from the surprising pleasure, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Atta girl,” Dean teased, capturing the sensitive nub in his mouth, keeping your wrists still pinned above your head, and throwing your leg over his shoulder so he could taste you better. “Tastes better than any pussy I’ve had,” Dean confessed, “need to taste more.”

Dean finally released your wrist, but before you could try and push him away, his hot slippery tongue plunged inside of your sweet hole, tasting more of you. With a loud yelp, your hands flew into his hair, pulling and pushing his head closer to your aching heat. He was so good with his tongue that you couldn’t help but want more. Your body reacted on it’s own, as if Dean was controlling you, and perhaps he was.

He didn’t relent, continuing to expertly devour your pussy. At this point your eyes were shut and rolled back, your spine arched like a perfect bridge, and your thighs began to shake violently as Dean held them a part from crushing his head.

You were so close, so damn close and Dean knew it. Dean read all the signs of your impending release, and pulled his lips away right before you could let go. “Fucking hell!” You screamed when he detached his lips from your pussy lips. Glancing down, you saw Dean smirking at you, his lips, chin, and the tip of his nose wet with your juices.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your hands were gripping on to Dean’s hair, right at the roots for dear life. You needed to find your release. That son of a bitch pulled away on purpose. He knew very well what he was doing to you, but your stubbornness and your pride was getting of the way of probably the best orgasm you’ve ever received simply by mouth.

Feeling the loosening of your grip on his light brown locks, he knew you were finally calming down, which was his cue to near you to the edge once again, so he swiped his tongue along your entrance before assaulting your clit. This time around, Dean held nothing back, the coil in your stomach tightening quickly.

“Dean!” You shouted his name, your entire upper half lifting off of the bed, now sitting up, and your legs quivering in pursuit to shut tight, but Dean held you down fast. Despite you tugging on his hair, Dean continued his ministrations, edging further and further to fulfillment. “Please,” the words finally slipped passed your lips, as your whole body trembled with arousal.

You watched as his lips connected with your pussy, watched how he ate you out like a starved animal. As much as you denied it, he was gorgeous, especially with his head between your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you neared your tipping point.

“Please. Please, please, please!” The word fell from your lips repeatedly, needing to find your release.

“That’s right. Beg for it,” Dean mumbled against your core, the vibrations only adding more to the pleasure.

“Fuck! Please, Dean. I need to come,” you begged.

That was what Dean was waiting for. That was all he needed and he demolished your cunt. Sucking, licking, biting, growling, the whole nine, and in a matter of seconds, you were coming undone. You screamed through your release, hunched over Dean’s head, pulling on his hair while your legs shook.

When you finally calmed down, you threw yourself backwards, sighing in delight. Dean propped himself on his knees, taking in every aspect of you. There were tear stains on your crimson cheeks and tears still rolling down the side of your eyes. Dean smiled knowing those were tears of the best orgasm ever, but now, he needed to be inside of you, and he knew just the way to get your approval.

Leaving you to recuperate, knowing you were going to need it, he rid himself of his clothing. He was completely bare when you finally managed opened your eyes, immediately being drawn directly to Dean’s massive cock. You might have been a demon, but you knew it was going to hurt. You had never had anyone remotely close to being his size. He was long and extremely thick. Yum.

Dean wasted no time in proceeding with his plan. He already got you to beg for release, now he was going to make you beg for his cock like the good little cock slut you were meant to be. His good little girl.

Positioning the head of his shaft at your opening, he poked at you teasingly. The anticipation had your heart thumping against your ribcage to the point that was all you could hear. Your cunt was drooling with hunger, wanting, needing him inside of you. You were yearning for the burning stretch of his huge cock slipping into your tight little pussy.

“You gonna finally tell me what you want, Y/N?” Dean smirked down at you, knowing he had you going crazy for him.

You stared daggers at him, eyes squinted with infuriation, however, he was right. He had you right where he wanted you, and right where you never wanted to be… at the mercy of some arrogant, cocky, self-centered, womanizer of a man. You’d be a fool to let this happen to you a second time. Just because you were a demon, didn’t mean you had no feelings. That blasted man had somehow wriggled his way into your darkened heart, and as much as you tried to keep those feelings locked up, each day proved to be most difficult.

It was your wit and your determination… no, it was your pride that kept you from entirely falling for him, plus the grudge you’ve kept against them. Dean Winchester and his brother had tried to kill you on many occasions, so why were you so riled up by a man that, once upon a time, wanted you dead? Damn you Winchester!

“Well?” Dean interrupted your thoughts, stimulating a long and languid moan to fall from your lips as he pushed barely the tip into you. “Tell me what you want,” his words came out demanding, rather than playful. It was obvious now that he needed you just as much as you needed him, but it was his pride as well, wanting you to submit completely to him.

Dean shoved the top of his length into you again, this time leaving it in, allowing you to appreciate how amazing it was going to feel with him fully sheathed inside you. He watched your expression, loving the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched, allowing his eyes to drink in how perfect you were. Allowing him and his thoughts to deliberate how much he wanted to torture you with utter bliss that your body falls apart. He wanted to wreck you with his body, wreck you with his cock. He was going to make you his little sex whore if it was the last thing he did.

“Fuck, please!” There is was. You were finally crumbling beneath him, absolutely submitted to him. Little miss badass demon was finally going to beg for him. Beg for his cock.

“Sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t hear you,” Dean chuckled menacingly.

“I need it. I need you!”

“Need me to what?” He whispered in her ear after leaning over her writhing form.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, bringing him closer, just as your legs did by wrapping around his waist, attempting to pull him into you. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, please!” You were a begging mess, your mind now blanketed with nothing but the cravings you’ve resisted all this time.

You screamed as Dean buried himself inside of you. He pushed harder and harder, forcing you to fit all of him. The pain was immeasurable, but it only heightened your arousal. You wanted him to take control. You wanted him to do as he pleased with your body. You wanted him to dominate you in every way possible. Dean was a beast and you wanted to be his victim.

He started to pound into you, drawing non-stop pleas of pleasure from your lips. His name fell from your perfect lips like a mantra for the gods, except Dean was your god. He felt you tightening around him, reaching your peak surprisingly quick, but this time Dean wasn’t going to deny you of it. He wanted to feel you strangle his dick with your tight cunt.

With every powerful and bruising thrust, Dean sent you over the edge, your body convulsing violently as the, by far, best orgasm set fire through every nerve endings. Dean moaned with pure satisfaction when liquid came flying everywhere, forcing his cock from you.

“Damn baby, you just squirted. That’s fucking sexy,” he cooed. “Let’s see how much more you can give me, Sweetheart.”

Without allowing you to calm down, Dean was already thrusting back into you with a new found drive and goal. He was going to fuck you soaking wet!

You cried out as the sensation zapped through you, the coil building up in your abdomen again. “Fuck!” You screamed, the feeling just as overwhelming as the first one, your juices squirting out as Dean pulled out, watching.

Suddenly, Dean scooted downwards, his face at your pussy. You noted the excitement in his eyes, making you wonder what the hell he was up to now, but before you could ask, he stuck two of his rough fingers inside of you, pumping viciously against your g-spot. His lips trapped around our clit, sucking, licking, and biting, drawing strings of profanities from you.

“That’s it baby, squirt in my mouth,” Dean encouraged. Your eyes shut tight as you let go. Dean had his mouth open, drinking all you had to offer before going licking over your slit and sucking on your clit, not wanting to waste the taste of you.

“Holy shit!” You cried, tears streaming down your face again. This was the first time in your history that you’ve ever squirted. It was no surprise that Dean could pull it out of you. This was something new and only added another tether towards the green-eyed Winchester.

“Now it’s my turn to come,” Dean murmured, lining himself back at you entrance, “and I’m going to fill you up really good,” he added.

Dean charged into you, drilling into you and making you scream, begging for him to fill you up. For the umpteenth time, you reached your high along with Dean. He grunted, stuffing you up with his hot seed while your pussy squeezed him of every last drop. When Dean was done, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing labored just as yours were.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you pushed him off of you and hopped out of the bed and into the bathroom where you cleaned yourself up. You took a good look at yourself in the mirror, more color on your face than before and body littered with hickies from that damn Winchester. You couldn’t believe that you let it happen. You couldn’t believe that Dean had managed to get you to beg for him, beg for release, beg him to fill you up with cum, but never again. This was a one-time deal and you were going to make sure of it.

Returning to the main room, you started to slip on your clothing as Dean laid naked under the covers watching you. He didn’t seem surprised that you were leaving, merely observing as you gathered your things.

“So… same time tomorrow?” Dean questioned, that annoying smug grin on his face.

“Go fuck yourself.”

And with that you were out the door, Dean’s smirk never faltering. In fact, he took those words as a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge.

“Y/N, you’re mine,” he announced to himself, before falling back into the sheets.

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Deadly Sins

Summary: After years since your paths had crossed you find yourself face to face with the man who made you want to sin all over again.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Word count: 4841

Warnings: Smut. language, some angst/ fluff. Unprotected sex (wrap it up).

A/N: This is for @waywardbaby and @ain-t-bovvered 666 Follower Challenge, #7deadlysinschallenge. The prompt I chose is in bold: Keeping my mouth shut has been my greatest accomplishment today. I had originally started with picking the deadly sin of pride to base it off of, but then the others quickly integrated themselves. Thank you to @snffbeebee for being my guinea pig. I apologize for any and all grammar mistakes now. Enjoy!

7 Deadly Sins:

1. Wrath- Uncontrollable hatred towards others that have wronged you that lead towards the desire for vengeance.

2. Pride- The preservation of oneself to be God like, disallowing others to reveal their weaknesses.

3. Lust- Intense longing and desire towards someone in regards to sexual intimacy.

4. Gluttony- Overconsumption or overindulgence where someone is unable to stop the craving.

5. Envy- Resentful covetousness of people, things, and situations in which one desires for their own.

6. Sloth- Absence of self-preservation innate tendencies, will just go along with the world without care towards their future or wellbeing.

7. Greed- Obtaining something desired, no matter the costs or consequences.

The world around you was full and vibrant as you sat alone in the corner of a run downed bar. Its worn and weathered appearance did not hinder its popularity being the only one within a 50 mile radius. The typical norm for a small town hidden away in mountain country, where the wildlife easily outnumbered the civilian population. The fact that everyone went on with their lives like there was nothing happening around them amused you. How easily it was to forget that people have been missing from their community. Lives that may have been lost, they were able to so easily ignore or even forget. That wasn’t you though. As soon as the missing person’s reports that increased in numbers rapidly in the last months fell into your hands, you knew there was a job to do and you sure as hell would get it done right.

Playing with the label on your beer bottle while going over tomorrow’s plans the hairs on your neck stood up sending goosebumps down your skin as you felt a presences coming nearer. You looked up to your side, ready to break the bottle over anything if you needed to. That is when you saw him. Your stomach immediately turning sick as your memories hit you. The same deep green eyes staring into yours that crinkled in the corners, letting you know he was carefully looking over you as well. Those perfect pink full lips that had learned every inch of your body, opening slightly as his tongue moved slowly to wet them. Dean Winchester, the demon disguised as an angel was moving towards you. The now fully grown man that had once rolled into your town for a hunt, taking interest in only you the preacher’s daughter. The man you took away your most precious virtue almost 15 years ago, before leaving you alone in the world. Even looking at him now, you could still feel your nerves coming undone. Your momma had always told you to beg for strength anytime you were about to commit a deadly sin, but that man made you want to sin again and again leaving you to beg for forgiveness later.

That had all been so long ago now, and living in sin was the only way you had survived after he left. You had moved on, at least tried to with anyone else you fell into bed with since then. Desperately trying to fill the hole that he had left. You told yourself that if you ever saw him again you would not let yourself fall for his devilish charm. The pride you had built in yourself all these years of being stronger than that was too important to throw away and be left broken once again.

“Hey there sweetheart,” he coyly smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one,” you managed to reply while trying to calm your nerves.

“I see that,” he said while settling himself next to you. “I’m Dean by the way.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as he introduced himself, dawning on you that while you could never forget his face he had clearly forgotten yours. This miracle of information made you thank Jesus that you could escape from grudging up the past with him, laying years of frustration and tears down on the table. This was your chance to leave before it was too late, and you had to take it. Your pride of not succumbing to that devilish charm once more pushing you up.

“And I don’t care,” you replied while throwing money down on the bar before moving yourself to walk away. You could feel his eyes watching you as you left while you were screaming to yourself to just breathe and not turn back. Never turn back to him.

After prepping anything you could possibly need for the hunt into the unknown in your bag you drove off to the coordinates marked on your map. Each disappearance had happened between a 10 mile radius right smack in the middle of nothing but trees and mountains. That was where you were going, in the middle of nowhere, just yourself to face whatever beast hid amongst the shadows.

Hours had past, as you followed the trails through the tall winding trees, wild shrubbery, and discarded dead pieces of it all. The sun that had followed you was now at your back when you came upon the entrance of a cavern. By the looks around it, someone had been there rather recently. You pulled out your pistol and flashlight, while taking a deep breath before your steps moved forward slowly inside. The darkness and quiet surrounded you as you had now moved so far in that the remaining sunlight behind you could no longer be found. Your light only showing you the rocks and stones piled neatly high along the walls to maintain its structure. The only noise that you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You reached a space that had three directions to choose from. Left, right, or back where you came from. Suddenly the sound of a stifled cough caught your attention to turn to the left, making the choice up for you. Walking further you carefully listened to hear a sound again. Nothing. You started to reconsider if you had even heard it at all until your followed the winding tunnel, the light of your flashlight hitting another.

“Whoa! Stop right there. Don’t shoot,” yelled a deep voice. You couldn’t see the source clearly as their light shinned into your eyes blinding you.

“Put your light down and step forward or I will,” you yelled back, now aiming in its direction, cocking the hammer back. The light lowered and you were able to focus on what was standing in front of you. Him. He was here standing right there with his hands up and vulnerable. You finger softly on your trigger considered revenge for all those years ago of being tossed to the side like you had been nothing. The wrath of a women scorned growing inside of you as you considered the release from his terror was in your hands pointing directly at his heart. Wrath, sin number 1.

You watched as his eyes and pupils grow, as you stood your ground still aiming at him. A loud growl grew behind you, making you quickly turn around to shoot, but not before the stone foundation came crumbling down pushing you down to your ass, trapping you inside.

You got up desperately from the floor with your light trying to get to the other side of the now wall of stone in front of you. Dean frantically following, trying to push them out of the way with you. As he was able to budge one from its place more from the ceiling came crumbling down towards you. He was able to push you out of the way in time, catching you on your ankle and not your head.

“God Dammit!” you cried as you laid in pain. You could hear his breath becoming heavier as he shinned the light looking to see if there was any way out around him.

“We’re trapped. Son of a bitch trapped us!” His deep voice raising, vibrating off of the stone tomb that now held you both. He flashed his light down to you, seeing you hold your ankle gently, wincing in pain while trying to get yourself up.

“Don’t try to move it,” he commanded.

“We need to get out now, I’m not going to just sit here like a god damn child and die!” you screamed while trying to bring yourself to your feet again. He moved quickly, grabbing your arm and around your waist to help you steady yourself. Shots of electricity in response to his touch ran through you but you shook them off. “Now let’s go.”

“Problem with that sweetheart,” he grumbled while flashing his light to the now barricaded entrance. “That was the only way out.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Here come on. You should really get off that ankle,” he said while still holding you. He was still holding you carefully as you allowed yourself to sit yourself down, with you back against the wall. “My brother will find us. I’m sure of it.”

Your eyes rolled while remembering his brother, Sam. The little brother that wanted nothing to do with anything monster related, who only wanted to have the normal life he was never given or had a chance at. The kid who would have rather stay tucked away in books then to actually do the damn job right. That was the same kid your life now counted on.

“Yeah, well I won’t hold by breath,” you sarcastically replied.

“You’re that girl from the bar last night. The one who shot me down. What are you doing here anyways?”

“Shoe shopping. What does it look like?” you sneered.

“You a hunter?” he coaxed while setting himself across from you.

“Well look at the genius,” you scoffed, feeling the wrath in you continue to linger. The possibility of shooting him now out of the picture unless you wanted to sit in the dark, alone with a decomposing corpse. Whatever trapped you in here now was going to face your wrath, if you did ever get out.

Sitting in silence you considered all of your options, there was only two. One, keep your pride and ignore the lustful thoughts that lingered in your mind as you watched him sitting in front of you, lost in his own thoughts. Or two, throw it all away and take in the gluttonous desire that still burned inside of you for more of him. Although the second one sounded better, the first one would keep you safe. Keep your pride intact. Pride, sin number 2. Deciding on keeping your mouth shut while you remained trapped, he spoke up, interrupting your thoughts.

“So what’s your name and story sweetheart?”

“I might be stuck with you, but I don’t have to talk to you,” you sneered.

“Fine then I will talk. Like I said before my name is Dean. I’m an Aquarius. I like sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women.”

“I bet you do,” you commented with a low chuckle.

“Oh you know it’s a fun way to pass the time,” he smiled that damn devilish grin on his full lips that appeared by out of the corner of his light. “There’s the touching and feeling all of each other. Hands tracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving together, pressing, pulling, grinding, until you hit that sweet spot where everything just builds and builds until it all just…Boom.”

His words shuddered through your body to your now aching core. You could feel the lust growing inside of you to have it again. Sin number 3, lust. Even if you did give into it, it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough, because you wanted all of him. Every moment of everyday, until the hole inside of you was satisfied and even after. Gluttony, sin number 4.

The years coursed through you mind as you thought of all of your attempts to find a substitution, while realizing he probably has done the same. Envy ruining through you of all the women who have had the pleasure of his electrifying touch consumed you. Hatred and loathing toward the faceless women in your mind. Envy, sin number 5. Your shuddered as you thought about how it felt again, his touch, a stifled groan escaping your lips while you took a deep breath in. If you didn’t die of starvation in here, your damn pride was going to kill you if he continued any further.

He let a low chuckle to the noise that had escaped your lips. “A fun way to pass the time.”

“In your dreams,” you muttered while shifting in your seat.

“Anyways, looks like we are going to be here a while,” he commented while flashing his light around the room. “So what do we do now?”

“We sit and silence and wait for whatever it is that trapped us to come back.”

“A wendigo,�� he remarked. “Might be a while, they like to store up for winter.”

“Great…” you moaned. Just what you needed. It was a damn wendigo who was probably not coming back anytime soon. Anything else would get it all over with, at least giving you a fighting chance. Ugly bastards. The pain in your ankle was now radiating up your leg causing a stifled cry to escape from you.

“Here let me look at it,” he said while getting up to move to you.

“Its fine,” you grunted while he kneeled at your feet.

“It’s not. I can’t have you dying from a something stupid like broken bones and infections,” he replied while pushing your jean leg up.

He pulled out a knife and cut a slit up them to the knee so he could see clearer how far the damage went up. You steadied the flashlight on it to help him in his assessment. His callused hands sent lightning bolts up you as he touched your skin before working slowly to untie your boot. You let out another wince, this time not from the pain but from your nerves catching on fire.

“You okay?” he asked while looking to your face before moving any further. You gave him a nod before he continued now to removing your boot and sock underneath. He held your foot gently in his lap, making your heel set closely next to what you had longed for the last 15 years under his jeans. Your chest now quickly rising and falling as your breathing increased while his hands moved slowly across your skin. The pain from your leg now moving to your core that was slowly dripping as you watched his eyes examining every inch of you in his hands.

“Doesn’t look broken,” he announced while settling his hand carefully on your foot. “I think it’s just a sprain. We should wrap that up.”

You flashed the light over to your bag from his to see. He sat your leg down from his lap cautiously before moving to grab it. While using his own flashlight he rummaged through it to find anything that might work.

“Just dump it,” you groaned impatiently waiting for him to find something that would work that probably laid at the bottom. “It’s not like we have to keep this place all fancy.”

He followed your orders and empty the contents on the ground, using the flash light to guide his hands through. “Knife, lighter fluid, lighter, beef jerky, and a flask of what I am guessing is holy water?”

“At least we won’t die of dehydration,” you laughed while trying to reposition your now numb ass. Your comment made him let out a low chuckle before you spoke again. “What did you pack?”

He emptied his jacket pockets, pulling out a flare gun, lighter, and a large bag of peanut M&M’s. His lack of preparation would have normally made you furious at any other hunter, but with him, it made you chuckle that he was still the same silly boy you had fallen for.

“Well we are definitely prepared for a nice fire, if we had anything to burn and at least we won’t starve for a couple days,” you commented. “Nothing that will help us out of here though.”

Dean looked down at his chest before pulling off his jacket to reveal the two other layers hidden underneath. A signature plaid flannel overlain on a skin tight t-shirt that formed along his rippling muscles. He pulled the flannel off and folded it long ways while moving back to your injury. He slowly lifted your leg and worked to wrap it around to stable it.

“There, that should do it until we can find something better.”

A shiver ran down you as he sat it back down. He moved close to your side, hesitating before wrapping his arm around you to pull you close.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispered.

You laughed at his words while shaking your head. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m just cold.”

He moved to pull you closer to warm your body against his, feeling the gluttonous lust inside of you growing as you whispered. “I’m hungry too.”

Letting out a chuckle, he reached for the jerky and M&M’s and sat them in his lap.

“Take your pick,” he said with a little snicker behind his voice.

Shaking your head toward the fact that you had not been talking about food you gave him a sly smirk. You reached over and grabbed the bag of jerky, your fingers brushing against the inside of his jeans accidently during the motion. You quickly tore into the bag, tossing the torn piece off to the side.

“Really just making yourself at home there huh,” he laughed while popping the candy into his mouth.

“Who cares about being messy in here?” you stated while scrunching up your face.

“Well as an occupant of this fine establishment, I do,” he laughed again.

“Guess I am just a bit of a slob,” you rolled your eyes. “Living in hotels and having someone always clean up after you will do that.”

“No home huh?” he mumbled with his mouth full now.

You snickered at the sight of his cheeks bulging with a little bit of chocolate drool running out the corner of his mouth while you shook your head.

“Not anymore. Not for a long time. Now I just sloth around towns, finding strange things to occupy my time.”

“Sounds lonely,” he replied quietly while wiping the corners of his mouth.

“I don’t care,” you commented while turning your face to his.

“You should. Everyone deserves to have someone.”

“Not me. I’m not important. I’m just…here.” Your words tasting like acid on your lips. For so long you just followed through the motions, not giving a damn about yourself or whatever possible future laid ahead. You had been too broken to care anymore, and now you were revealing one of your greatest sins that made everything just disappear. Sloth, sin number 6.

“My brother will come,” he whispered while giving you a squeeze. “I promise.”

“I doubt it. Sam wasn’t exactly the best tracker,” you blurted in a huff. You didn’t even realize you had said it until you could feel him pulling away from you.

“I never said…”

“That Sam is your brother,” you calmly answered. “Yeah, Dean I know. This isn’t our first rodeo.”

His face studied yours in disbelief that he could have missed it. Reaching to your face he traced the bottom of your lips with his thumb, his eyes squinting as he tried to find the answer he was searching for. Nestling your face in his hand, his face grew in amazement and surprise.

“Y/N.”

“You remember,” you whispered, still nuzzling into his palm.

“Why didn’t you...”

“Say anything? Would you have if you were me? It was a million years ago and you just left. I’ve been so angry at you. Honestly given everything that had happened so far keeping my mouth shut…it has been my greatest accomplishment today.”

“Yes I would have,” he calmly replied while moving to lay down next to you. He stared up to the cavern ceiling. “Everything about you, just seemed so…familiar even when I saw you sitting alone at the bar. Something inside me pushed to figure out why until I could find a reason. I wish I would have known sooner.”

“And why is that?”

He titled his head to meet your gaze, reaching to cup your face in his hands again.

“Because I never forgave myself. I left you, scared and alone. I wanted to stay but I…”

“Duty called.”

“The damn pride I had, living up to my father’s expectations instead of living the life that I wanted. Staying behind…with you,” he replied. “I had fallen for you back then. A normal life was the dream of a stupid kid though. I couldn’t bring you into all of this. Y/N, I had to forget you.”

Hearing his voice cracking as he finished his words, your eyes meet his and you could feel them pulling you closer with the words you had waited for long to hear. He had fallen for you too. The lust inside of you now turning quickly into greed. You wanted him, you wanted all of him. Fuck your damn pride or any other consequences. You didn’t even care anymore if it was just for this moment, you had to have him. Sin number 7, greed. You pushed your lips to his, which caught him by surprise. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, seeing the want burning inside of you. He placed his lips back onto yours at first slowly but growing harder as your head moved with the direction of his hands behind your neck. You tongue prodding his mouth open forcefully as you needed to fulfill the gluttonous hunger inside of you. He opened his and response, meeting your tongue with his as the shots of the familiar electricity ran through you.

He must have felt it too because he pulled his now swollen lips away and looked into your eyes while his chest raised and fell with each hard breath. You gave you a questioning look. Either asking if this was what you really wanted or doubting it in himself. Whatever his eyes were asking, you didn’t care. You needed him right now. All of him. You grabbed the back of his head, intertwining you fingers in his soft hair pulling him to now hover over you. His hand reached to grasp your waist, making you moan into his mouth. It slowly worked its way up your shirt, lingering around your stomach until he moved it softly further up to clench your cloth covered breast. Each movement sending shivers further and further down you, your womanhood now completely soaked.

He moved his lips to the bottom of yours shifting down to your chin, jaw line and finally resting along your neck right beneath your ear.

“Dean,” you moaned. “I need you.”

His hands now working harder and faster to push your shirt and bra off to reveal your heaving chest. His tongue now tracing circles as he worked his way down. He lingered above your nipple, allowing his breath to send chills to it before flicking it with his tongue. You moaned again which made him smile before his mouth now hungrily attached itself to you. His fingers rolling your other nipple in unison making your hips shift around. He moved to other to give it attention as you felt his hand grab your ass, giving it a tight squeeze as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a whine of pain, which made him stop in his tracks.

“Gentle there,” you purred as you leaned to his lips again while your hands moved to the bottom of his shirt. You could feel his stiffened muscles underneath you fingertips as you glided his shirt over his head, discarding it carelessly to the side. His hands went back to the buttons on your jeans, fumbling with them as he kept his lips locked with yours. You moved your hands to help him unbuttoning it easily before you reached to his to release him from his denim prison. The lust, the greed, your uncontrollable hunger all pushed your hands to move his jeans down his legs leaving him now hovering above you in his boxer briefs. Pushing himself off of you he shook his legs out and knelled down to you to carefully remove your jeans, cautious of you injured ankle leaving you in your soaked panties. Moving his head down, he placed gentle kisses on you as he made his way up to your inner thigh.

“God you smell amazing,” he whispered as his nose rubbed against the damp cloth. Shivers running down your spine as your felt his rough hands grabbing the sides of your panties, pulling it down in a quick motion. You moaned as you laid in your nakedness, not caring how vulnerable to him you were now. You wanted to scratch the itch that you’ve had for a long time now. You needed more now. You shifted your hips again while spreading your legs as wide as you could without moving your injured one. He watched you underneath him while biting his bottom lip before moving to places his lips softly onto your thigh, nuzzling them around until his lips met your slick folds. His tongue flicking your clit swiftly making you swarm uncontrollably as you felt the wave of pleasure move through you. Crashing his mouth down hard sucking in all your juices with his tongue moving wildly you came completely undone in his mouth.

“Jesus,” you moaned.

“Just me sweetheart,” he whispered as he moved his face back on to yours, your juices shining on his lips in the light. You wrapped your arms around him as you laid your back to the ground, pushing your fingertips into his skin urging him to move closer. His lips met yours again as he moved his hips to yours. Pulling down the waistband of his boxers he sprang out fully at attention as your hand reached to guide him to your core. Shifting forward more you felt his soft tip rub against your folds. The lustful hunger now aching throughout every muscle. He slowly pushed himself in to allow you to adjust to his girth, you shifted your hips again allowing him to push himself fully in until he reached that sweet spot. The emptiness inside of you grew in satisfaction as he moved his hips along with yours in a slow rhythmic motion. Every movement back and forth inside of you sent the electricity waves to bring on another burst of pleasure as his lips stayed with yours. Tasting your juices mixed with chocolate you never wanted to end. You would die happy just staying in this moment, just like this forever. His thrusts became harder and faster as the time escaped your mind, it could have been 10 minutes or 10 hours that you laid underneath him, gripping him tight as the sinful thoughts coursed through your mind. The sweat from his face now falling down on your own you could feel the powerful surge within you ready to burst again while feeling him start to pulsate inside of you. The two of you collectively groaned in unison as the floodgates fell sending you into a blissful pleasure.

“Better then I remembered,” he chuckled while moving to gather up the discarded clothes.

You laughed at his statement. “You didn’t even remember it in the first place.”

“Oh, I could never forgot that noise you make,” he smiled. He went to speak again but you both heard a loud cry from the other side of your barricade yelling for Dean.

“Sam!” He yelled back while quickly grabbing up his clothes and tossing you yours. He yelled for his brother again as the two of you rapidly redressed.

“Dean,” Sam yelled again, only his voice was much closer.

“Sam! The Wendigo is somewhere out there!”

“He’s gone Dean,” Sam yelled back. “Is there any other way out?”

“No we are stuck here Sam. Y/N is here, and she’s hurt.”

There was a long pause as Dean moved closer to listen for his brother again.

“I think I can move some of these so you can get through. Step back.”

Dean moved back to your side helping you gather yourself and belongings back up into your bag. Guiding you to your feet he put your arm around his neck.

“I never thought I would be so happy to hear that voice again,” you laughed.

“Told you he would find us.”

“Yeah, he could have waited a bit longer though,” you smirked. “Now it’s time to go before things can really get started. Duty calling you.”

“I’m not letting go this time. Never again,” he said while titling your face to his with his hand. “Finding you, Y/N, has been my greatest accomplishment today.”

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sweetness47 · 6 years ago

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JEALOUSY?

Pairing Dean x reader

A/N this is for #7deadlysinschallenge created for @waywardbaby and @ain-t-bovvered

Prompt: “I’m not jealous. I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what is already yours.”

Sin: Greed

Warnings: smut, lust, possessiveness, mild violence, dirty talk, smutty fluffy, language etc…(I’m just throwing it all in.) Mature 18+ only

Summary: It’s just another night at the bar with your friend, isn’t it?

This hunt had been exceptionally intense, and I almost died because I wasn’t paying enough attention to my rear. Stupid vamps are fast suckers, and if it hadn’t been for Dean, I’d be one of those damn things. But he hadn’t said a word to me since then. We finished the job and headed for beers at the local tavern. Sam elected to stay behind, he’d been smacked pretty good on the head, so he was gonna pop some ibuprofen and sleep it off. That left myself and Mr. Silence, and his mood just seemed to grow darker as the evening progressed. He didn’t even sit near me, which I found extremely unusual, especially since he usually did anything but. I added a shot of tequila to my frothy mug, and downed it, motioning for another while I tried to figure my friend out.

I caught him glaring at me a couple of times, but each time I looked into his eyes, he would turn away, scowling. I just gave up, and enjoyed my beer mixture, not paying mind to anything or anyone now. I felt someone sit on the stool beside me, and almost gagged at his foul stench. Great, I thought, a fucking drunk to fend off…joy.

“Hey sweetheart.” He slurred in my ear. It took everything I had not to smash his face in as he invaded my personal bubble of solitude. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all alone in a place like this? How’s about you come home with me and we can…” His words died off as his body was viciously removed from his chair and thrown across the room.

I glanced up and nearly fell over as I came face to face with Dean the Silent. He was standing over the drunk with a stare that could make a majestic lion run for cover. “Listen carefully buddy, ‘cuz I’m only going to say this once. This lady is not alone, nor is she interested in the likes of you. So take your sorry ass out of here before I kick it out that door myself.”

The man looked from me to Dean then back to me, then he scurried off the floor as fast as his legs could go, making a beeline for the exit and not bothering to look back. Dean turned to the bar and moved his drink closer to me, then sat down beside my spot.

“Dean, what the fuck? Seriously, what the hell is your problem? You fucking ignore me all damn evening, then some dude comes along and hits on me, which by the way I could have handled on my own, and you fucking charge in like some damn jealous boyfriend.” I was livid as I confronted him. “So tell me Dean, are you jealous of men hitting on me?

Dean turned to me, his expression dark, a promise of sin shining in those gorgeous emerald eyes. “I’m not jealous. I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what is already yours.”

My eyebrows raised as I turned now to directly confront him. “What on god-given earth would make you think I’m yours? And what makes you think I want to be yours?”

Dean didn’t answer but instead pulled me to him, his lips crushing mine in a brutal kiss, his tongue ravishing mine with a fervor I didn’t know he possessed. My body pressed closer, and desire stirred in my belly as the kiss deepened. His hands were around my waist, threatening to grab my ass and just hoist me onto his lap right there in the bar. By the time he broke the connection, my entire being was on fire, every hair every cell was supercharged with sweet hellfire, lust, and the need to be possessed by this man.

He threw some cash on the counter and practically dragged me to the waiting Impala. He drove like a madman to the bunker, throwing the vehicle in park and turning off the engine before grabbing my arm and pulling me to him again. The lips found their way to each other again, and his hand was ripping at my shirt, almost desperate to free my breasts from their coverings. I in turn, tore the buttons right off his plaid shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. His fingers swiftly tore at my jeans and underwear, and my hips lifted involuntarily to help his efforts. Then he opened his zipper and button on his own pants, freeing his large cock. He pushed me to the seat of the car, and maneuvered our positions to accommodate our current needs. Then he was there, his fingers pressing inside my wetness and finding me more than ready, then his tip was there, thrusting hard, fast, and without mercy. It was a feral pace, almost animalistic, my orgasm coming fast, followed by another as the assault continued. His kisses were bruising, and he picked up the pace, growling as the greediness filled his mind, and his heart.

“You’re mine, no one else will ever possess you now. You got that baby? You are mine, and mine alone. From this moment on, anyone even looks at you the wrong way and they will not live the night.” His words made me shudder, not with fear but with desire and with something akin to love. I realized I was in love with Dean Winchester. I didn’t know when my feelings had become something more than friendship, but it was something I was definitely up for.

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deanna-s-winchester · 6 years ago

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It’s Time

Word Count: 2,210

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Note: This is for @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby‘s 7 Deadly Sins Challenge. I haven't written a fic in years, so bear with me if I'm rusty <3

It was a busy night. The dim lights and loud music did nothing to distract you from how many people were there. It was hardly suprising, really. It was, after all, a Friday night.

You and the boys had just finished a hunt and decided to go get wasted at the nearest bar as an impromptu celebration. It hadn't been this full at first. The night had stared out with the three of you and a few others here and there. It had been full of laughs and you had enjoyed spending some down time just the three of you. But then 9 o'clock had arrived and it was almost like a damn had broke, flooding the bar's interior with people. Dean had quickly abandoned Sam and you, hot on the trail of some hot blonde or another which of course wasn't anything new.

Most of the time, you were able to ignore the way your gut twisted when Dean found someone else to spend the night with. The two of you had this friends with benefits thing going on. A welcome distraction when things got tough or boredom set in.

Tonight though, for whatever reason, it was getting to you. You couldn't help but watch him across the bar, chatting up a girl on the stool next to him. Long legs, narrow waist, big boobs, perfect hair; your complete opposite. You downed the last of your drink and went up to order another.

"Another glass of Jack," you told the man behind the bar. The music and hum of people talking thrummed in your ears, and you closed your eyes as you waited for the bartender to get you your whiskey. You knew that you probably should stop, you'd been at it for hours now and were going to hate yourself when you woke up with a hangover in the morning. But this was the only way you knew how to drown out your jealousy.

"You sure another is a good idea?" came Dean's deep and familiar voice from behind. You turned halfway to look at him, smiling down at you with that cocky grin of his. You rolled your eyes, instantly regretting it when it made your head spin.

"Are you sure another is NOT a good idea?" you countered, as the bartender set down a newly poured glass in front of you. You smiled at him as you took it, drinking half of it down with one gulp.

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, before nodding. "Alright, fair enough. Just leave some for everone else, alright?" You gave him a little salute, which made him laugh. "Listen, I'm going to be out late, so don't wait up for me." He glances over at the door to the bar, and you follow his gaze to see the blonde he had been chatting up earlier. Your heart aches at the thought of what he was going to be doing with her, but you pushed it aside when he looked back at you. "Wish me luck," he says, squeezing your shoulder before slipping past you.

You watch him leave, arm slung around the girls waist, a look of animalistic desire on his face. You find yourself wishing it was you he was leaving with. Turning back to the bar, cupping your drink in both hands, your eyes find their way to the mirror behind the bar. You frowned at your reflection.

'Get over yourself Y/N' you thought to yourself.

You down the rest of the whiskey in your glass, relishing the burn as it slides down your throat, and look back at your reflection.

'It's never going to happen. You need to move on.'

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Back in your room at the bunker, you lay awake in the early hours of the morning wrestling with your inner demons. You don't know how long you lay there, torturing yourself with what you knew Dean must be doing, and your insides burned with jealousy. 'Over what?' you thought. 'He's not even yours, not really.' You pulled your pillow over your face, trying to ease the throbbing behind your eyes.

'But you wish he was.'

Silent tears streaked from the corners of your eyes. How many times had you had this argument with yourself? Tossing your pillow to the floor, you swung your legs out of bed, groaning as the pain in your head intensified. Fumbling around in the nightstand next to your bed, you located a bottle of aspirin and removed 3 capsules before returning it to the drawer. You stood slowly, carefully making your way around your bed and through the bedroom door.

You flinched at the light in the hallway, squinting your eyes as you walked to the kitchen so your eyes could adjust. 'You have got to stop doing this to yourself' you thought upon your arrival. How many times had you gotten wasted to numb yourself? You'd lost count. You filled a glass with water from the faucet and swallowed the pills. There was a soft 'clink' as you set the glass in the sink before running your fingers through your hair and leaving the kitchen.

You stopped in front of Dean's door on the way back to your room, just looking at it. You knew he wasn't back yet, knew he would be gone for at least a few more hours. You reached a hand out, lightly touching the dark wood of the door and feeling it's smoothness beneath your fingertips. Was staying here and putting yourself through this time and again for the random casual fuck worth it?

You took in a deep breath.

'No' you thought, dropping your hand and walking away.

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It had been two months since you'd left the bunker and gone home. You had left a note saying you had some things you needed to work through. You didn't trust yourself to leave if you'd said an actual goodbye. Dean had tried to call you, and had texted dozens of times. You'd responded once, just to say that you were ok. You knew that you weren't being fair, but you didn't want him to know where you were. You needed to be alone.

You were combing your hair before bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. Eyes darting to the clock, you furrowed your brow wondering who it could be at 12 o'clock. Setting the brush down you grabbed the gun you kept next to your bed, holding it at your side as you slowly slid out of your room and down the stairs. The knocking came again, this time sounding more desperate. Your pulse thundered in your ears, nearly drowning out the sounds at the door.

When you got near enough you looked through the peephole, sighing when you saw who it was. Unlocking the door, you swung it open to reveal the eldest Winchester brother, looking very agitated and imposing on your doorstep.

"What are you doing here, Dean?" you asked, not quite meeting his gaze. He looked down at you, green eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?" he asked.

You sighed and open the door wider for him to come in. "I'm too sober for this shit," you said heading towards the kitchen. As you opened the fridge and bent over to pull out two beers, you heard the front door close and heavy booted footsteps enter the kitchen.

"Well?" he almost shouted to your bent over form. You straightened with two dark brown bottles in your hand, letting the refrigerator door close as you moved away from it. You pulled open a drawer, rummaging around for a bottle opener and still not looking at Dean. You found it at the very back, and popped the top off of your bottle before setting it down next to the other on the counter. Bringing it to your lips, you chug half of the dark liquid it in one go before setting it down and looking at Dean fully for the first time in months.

He looked furious. His body was rigid with his hands clenched at his sides and shoulders squared. Green eyes glared at you darkly from a hard set face. You had expected he might be a little upset when you had left, but not this. You took a deep breath to steady your voice. "Well what?"

He stalked forward, pointing a finger at you. "You just decide to up and leave without a word, no mention of where you are going?"

"I left a note, Dean. I told you I needed to work out some personal things," you said, eliciting an unhappy grunt from him.

"What if something had happened to you?" he said, continuing to move forward so that he was standing in front of you, only a couple of feet away. "What if you'd been posessed or killed or bitten? Do you think I could have lived with myself? What the hell did you feel was so important and personal that you couldn't deal with it at the bunker?!"

Tears stung at your eyes and you tried to blink them away, downing the rest of your beer. Dean watched you expectantly, clearly waiting for you to give him some sort of satisfactory answer.

You sighed and looked him in the eyes. Maybe you just needed to say it just this once. Maybe then he would go and you could finally start to move on. "Because I'm and idiot," you said and Dean blinked, clearly not expecting that. "I know we have an arrangement, you and me. No strings, no feelings, just the occasional hook-up," you paused and he nods. Biting your lips between your teeth, you turn away and continue. "But....I can't do it anymore." It's quiet, and you can feel him move up close behind you. He gently grips your shoulders and turns you to face him. Hooking a finger beneath your chin, he lifts your face to look at his. His face looks softer, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"Why's that, Y/N?"

You looked into his eyes and averted your gaze, moving your head from his grasp. Clenching your fists and taking a deep breath, you said the words you'd told youself that you'd never say out loud. "My stomach drops when I think of anyone else having you." Your voice came out as barely more than a whisper, and the quiet stretched between the two of you. It lasted so long that you weren't even sure he had heard you, but then you felt his strong arms on your shoulders, turning you to face him. You looked up into his face and his beautiful green eyes immediately sought out yours.

You got lost looking into those eyes and before you knew it his lips were on yours. His kiss was slow and gentle, so unlike the harsh kisses that you'd shared before. You breathed him in, savoring his feel and warmth. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean asked, his voice soft as he pulled you against his chest. You closed your eyes as you curled your fingers into his shirt.

"I was afraid," you said. "I didn't think I could handle the rejection, that what we did have was enough. But I realized that I was slowly killing myself by staying, watching you go off with other women, and numbing my pain with booze. I knew I couldn't get over you if I stayed, so I left."

"You didn't think I would want to be with you?" his arms tightened around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You bit your lip and shook your head, painful emotion rising in your chest. "I've known you for years, Dean. You've never been in, or shown any interest in being in an actual relationship. With anyone. Why would I think it would be different with me?"

Dean pulled away from you enough so that he could look down at you. "Y/N of course it's different with you, you're different than anyone I've ever known." He tilted your head up again so that you were looking at him. "You're special to me, Y/N, you have to know that." Sliding his hand to your cheek he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "I didn't pursue anything more serious with you because I didn't know you felt this way. I had no idea you were suffering. I thought you were happy." The pained look on his face was almost too much for you to bear, so you leaned up on tippy toes to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

He grunts and deepens the kiss as he moved the hand cupping your face to gently slide down your neck and shoulder. He moved your arms so they are around his neck before pulling you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it up to you," he says, carrying you off to your room where he proceeded to show you exactly what you meant to him.

@waywardbaby @ain-t-bovvered

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time-travel-bouqet · 6 years ago

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Ok this is for my moms @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby Seven Deadly Sins Challenge. I love them, and they encouraged me to try smut so I did. I honestly hate how it turned out and will likely never do it again, but hey maybe someone will like it? Meh. Now you two know I love you.... not only did I do it, but I put it and all its shittiness into the world to be judged for. My prompts are in bold. Also if you want back story to how we got to this point read this but the story is not dependent on it. Fixing Broken Pieces .

Warnings: Just smuts, terribly written smuts so don’t read if you aren’t 18.

Mistakes are mine, gif is not I also can’t stay in one tense today.....Lo siento.

Dean x Reader

Which is it Dean? Do you have too much self-confidence or just think that I can’t break you?

As you silently sway towards the bed he spreads his legs wide, a cocky smirk painted across his face. Laying on his back that way, slightly propped up on his elbows, gives his body angles that only causes your lust to escalate. He thinks he knows what he’s agreeing to, but he honestly doesn’t have a clue.

You know him all too well and that little smirk was his silent form of a challenge.

He is used to being in control, calling the shots while you submit. He has never experienced this side of you, one of the few you haven’t explored together. Laying there sure of himself he has no way to know the thoughts that lie behind your pretty face.

Challenge accepted, sir.

Crossing your arms with a brow raised you rest a knee on the bed. “So you know what you agreed to right?” you reiterate in order to make sure he had a complete understanding of what he was in for.

He offers a quick silent nod, his smirk intensified.

“You won’t make a fucking sound. I call all the shots remember? I get to do to you whatever I please. You scream, or whine, or even make that sexy little grunt and you won’t touch me for a week. Are you sure you can handle it?”

Sitting up so his face is close he locks eyes with you. They are set in a glare of determination, your challenge accepted. He pretends to zip his lips and throw away the key. Flopping back onto the bed he lifts his head to look at you before lightly tapping his watch.

You smug little shit you are going to pay for that.

Feeling the wicked smile creep across your lips; you lower yourself over him and crawl up his body, eyes never breaking away from his. Stopping at his waist you right yourself, positioning your core right above his hardening bulge. Giving a little wiggle as you sit you see his smirk falter. Leaning over you unbutton his shirt’s bottom button, placing a little kiss on the skin it leaves exposed. Looking up you find his face blank, pupils blown. You continue with each button, a kiss following behind. Making it to the last button you put a hand on each side of his shirt, letting your hands slip down his arms until your body is flush against him.

Staring into his eyes silently for a moment you plant a kiss on his lips before sitting up. He attempts to follow the kiss, but you’re not having it.

“Take your shirt off and lay back down. Now.” You command, giving his shoulder a push before he reaches your lips. He gives a little pout but complies, throwing the shirt onto the floor before flopping back onto the mattress.

“Unbutton your pants, slowly.”

Lifting his head a little to look at you he crawls his hands seductively across his bare stomach, his long fingers moving nimbly until they were flush between your legs which sat atop this lower buttons. Slowly he began to open the buttons, looking to you questioningly as you sat atop the last three. “Figure it out.” Was all you offered. A smile flashed across his face before it fell back to focused on the task at hand. Without warning he flattened his hands and pushed them directly under you- between your skirt and his pants.

You couldn’t fight the gasp that came as he started to fumble with the button, his nimble fingers slipping off the metal circles and against your panties one too many times to be coincidence. As he reached the last button he didn’t even attempt to undo it. Rotating his wrist he pressed his palm against you, his eyes finding yours with a fire burning in them. Allowing him this moment you grind against him, feeling yourself dampen against the friction. In an instant he snakes his fingers beneath the cotton and sets his fingers free. Feeling his intensity heighten and your power falter you crawl off him in order to regain your shaken composure. Sensing your slip, Dean licks each wet finger- a pleased look on his face as he does. He doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down your spine, a silent laugh shaking his body.

Collecting yourself, you pick up your belt off the floor and move to the head of the bed. “Hands” you demand as you crawl back onto the bed, throwing your left leg over his chest and situating yourself right in front of his face. Holding them up you tie them together, raising yourself over his face as you attach them to the headboard with a jerk to test the tightness. You make sure to hover over his face a moment longer than needed before lowering yourself back down to his chest.

“Playtime’s over dean” you whisper as you run your hand over his face, causing his eyes to close and lips to part slightly.

Climbing off the bed you make your way to the foot of the bed. Leaning over him you curl your fingers into the band of his pants, giving them a slight tug. “Lift up.” He complies, lifting a little so you can pull them to his ankles. Tossing them aside you take him in, laid out for you like a buffet. Crawling back up his body you toy with the band of his boxers with one hand, tracing what’s underneath with the other. Sensing his squirming you give the elastic band a snap. “Stop wiggling, what - are you already struggling to stay quiet?” you wink as you give another snap.

Scooting back a little you give his boxers a swift jerk, causing goosebumps to spread across his skin at the sudden change in temperature. Taking his boxers in your teeth you pull them the rest of the way off, this time he’s the one left shivering. Taking his left leg in your hand you form a pattern of sucks and licks from his ankle to just the inside of his hip. You stop there, sucking just beside where he wanted your mouth. He was shifting his hips, trying desperately to regain some control.

In the blink of an eye you slap his butt and give him a harder bite. Taking his firmness into your hand as you lift up you give a quick thrust and then squeeze. “I’m in control Dean, submit.” Your voice so low and demanding it even shocks you a little. His eyes go wide, mouth agape in surprise at your tone.

“Now you are going to behave.” your voice still low, almost a whisper. “Understand?!” your voice raising slightly as you give another squeeze. He nods his head slightly, eyes looking wild as his hands curl into tight fists against your belt. Kissing up his stomach and shoulder you stop at his neck; sucking right under his ear at the point you knew was his weakness. Working a steady rhythm of kissing, biting, and sucking you feel his breathing grow rapid, his heartbeat thumping next to your ear. Moving to his ear you nibble on it as he starts to wiggle again, face trying to find yours. A smile spreads on your lips as you sense him trying to take over again.

Looking up momentarily you smile when you see his face twisted both in frustration and pleading. You were almost ready to give him what he wanted, but you weren’t finished quite yet. Returning to his ear you whisper “I can smell the sex coming off you right now. Now if you want it, be a good boy and stop testing me before I walk out of here and make you submit.” Moving to his lips you give him a fleeting taste of control as his kisses turn aggressive, pulling against the belt as he follows you when you pull away. Giving a chuckle at his glare you climb off the bed and face him as you pull your shirt off seductively, followed by your skirt. Once you were in your bra and panties you crawl back onto the bed, but this time you stand over Dean, his face masked in confusion.

“Look Dean, look at what is so close but still out of reach.” You tease, lowering your panties until they touch his chin. You lift your right leg first followed by your left until they fall in a lacy pile under his neck. “Don’t you wish you could touch Dean?” you ask standing bare directly over his face as your hands explore your body. “Don’t you wish these were your fingers here?” a moan escaping you as your face twisted in pleasure. Not ceasing your movements, you lock eyes with Dean as you feel the pleasure build. His face is a mix of pleasure and pain, biting hard on his lip to keep quiet as his body writhes beneath you. “So wet Dean, just like you like.” You fear the headboard might not survive his thrashes as another moan escapes your lips.

With a smirk you move suddenly, going from standing over him to on him in the matter of seconds. His body shudders at your sudden presence. You didn’t make a move, giving your body a few seconds to adjust to the sudden change. You felt him start to move beneath you, but you cut him off in a husky whisper as you trailed your finger on his stomach in lazy swirls.

“Be still Dean. Submit. I’m not done yet, there’s still more fun for me to come.” You add a wink as you start to bounce. More focused on his face than anything you relish in it. Within a minute he’s writhing against his restraints, head moving wildly from left to right as his lower lip disappears under his teeth. You quicken your pace, and his eyes shut tightly as he turns to bite his right arm trying desperately to not lose his side of the bet by letting out a sound. You feel his knees raising behind you and you lean against them to use the leverage.

Knowing you both were close you take mercy on him. Wanting to hear him call your name you call his attention to you.

“Dean”

Nothing. His eyes still closed tightly as his teeth sank into his own flesh, body writhing but obediently not thrusting. Stopping you wait a second until he looks at you silently through a heavy lid.

“You win baby, now scream for me.” you give your last command as you resume and increase your speed.

“Fuuuuuuuuck y/n!” he screams instantly upon your permission. The sound that came next as you both came shook you to your core, you had never heard something so guttural and primal before. Drenched in sweat and a happy after glow you crawl up and untie his hands which instantly pull you under him and then go for your still throbbing core.

Letting out a little gasp followed by a giggle you can’t help but ask “So Dean what did you think?”

“Is it that hard for you y/n when I’m in control?” he asked, his voice serious as he traced your stomach with kisses.

“Harder.” You chuckle through your squirms.

“But I never make you be silent.” You could feel his face pout against your skin.

“I won’t ever make you be silent again either, I like your sexy grunts” you jest, giving his hair a pull, resulting in a loud one. “But you did so good baby, even though it was hard.”

Pulling his face away from your skin he smirks as he licks his lips and lowers his head. “Keeping my mouth shut has been my greatest accomplishment today. Now I’m about to show you why it should never be shut again.”

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67btardisstreet · 6 years ago

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7 Deadly Sins Challenge

So I’m participating in the writing challenge of @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby and I honestly think this is so much fun. You guys are the best!

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything at all, so I’m still having a bit of trouble with it and I have to admit that I’m not extremely happy about my writing, but at least I’m writing again thanks to you guys!

Since I love to write poetry and really want to start doing that again, I decided to make a poem/ drabble for this challenge. It’s about Destiel (what else) and because we’re in Hell, I just had to apply some dirty stuff in it. I haven’t written a lot of sexy stuff in my life so this is kinda new for me.

My sins are:

As I said, this poem is about Destiel and their “forbidden” love life. Since the whole ‘angel having sex with a human is a sin’ thing kind of resembles Lust and Gluttony, I chose to use this as the core of the poem. Sorry for all the talking. I hope it’s a little good and I’m sorry if it’s not. Here it is!

Gluttony

Cas could feel his eyes on him,

Burning on the back of his worn out coat.

With both hands he turned the collar up,

Remembering to hide last night’s staines on his throat.

He knew this wasn’t right.

Far from it, this was a sin.

But every time he tried to resist the enticement,

He could feel a pair hands roaming his skin.

Cas blamed it on the eyes,

And the longing looks they could give him.

With every stolen glance he got,

Desire filled his vessel to the brim.

Then there were the lips;

Soft and yet so rough,

Making their way down his body-

Cas didn’t think he could ever get enough.

Cause here they were again,

A pair of hands tangled in his hair.

Hot naked bodies grinding against each other,

As sighs and moans filled the air.

A hot mouth whispered in his neck:

“You are mine.”

Hard member grinding against his.

Touches that made the shivers run down his spine.

Would it ever stop? The wanting?

He kept saying: “No more.”

But every time Cas felt him slide inside of him,

The feeling of ecstasy shot right through his core.

Castiel tried so many times to resist.

But as blue eyes entangled with green,

There was only one word,

that spilled his lips:

“Dean.”

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midnightsilver · 6 years ago

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Vengeance is Mine

So here is my submission for @waywardbaby and @ain-t-bovvered ‘s wonderful 7 Deadly Sins Challenge celebrating thier 666 folowers. 😈

My prompt is: you are fury, you are wrath, you are vengeance.

and my Sin is Wrath

A/N - This is whatever the non-romantic equivalent of a Slow Burn is. All angst and description to be wallowed in and savoured. So um…… enjoy??

Warnings: angst, more angst, some gore, character death, blasphomy i guess, not a happy story, no HEA but kinda hopeful ending. unbeta’d appologies for all mistakes.

AU SET POST SEASON 13- so spoilers for the season 13 Finale big reveal if you haven’t seen it yet.

Cat Gen. 3200 words

kind of reader insert. you are Cas, so think like an incomprible imortal being. ok?

@oldfreakything I am so so so for what I am about to do. Please forgive me.

-o-

It’s strange. There are things you know, things you do, things you have always done, since the very beginning of time itself. But in these last few years, in the tiny, infinitesimally small amount of time since you cast off everything you had ever held true - everything you had ever believed - and Fell, to stand alongside these two impossibly brilliant, impossibly confusing mortals - you have become used to experiencing strange things. New and different things. Things that you had never known were lacking before these two brought light and life into a cold dark universe. And your vessel, your body, has become familiar to you. Your brief time as a mortal had allowed you to experience its need for irritating mechanical functions like sustenance, urination and sleep. But you had been thankful to be relieved of such… human… requirements on a daily basis. Yet this body’s motions and general responses have become a background hum, a noise like the constant murmur of angel radio, like a wind through the trees, familiar and normal, but only there when you think on it.

-o-

Except now, now all you can feel is this weight constricting your chest. Like an archdemon has you pinned to a wall and without the flow of oxygen you will perish. But the oxygen that you have no requirement for, still refuses to enter your body. There is a mass in your stomach as if Famine has filled you past the point of endurance with ranced curdled red meat, yet still you cannot fill the empty terrifying void within yourself. Hands which are supposed to be tools, fleshy appendages subjugated without conscious thought to an angel’s every whim - hang lifeless and unresponsive at your sides, a fine tremor the only motion with which they will respond.

-o-

There is a pounding in the air. Another of those noises which only come into focus when you pay attention. But it is not the calm solid beat that has previously accompanied a battle with a fiend of hell or the interrogation of a witness. It is a frantic ragged beat, that stutters and falters. A mechanical valve, stuck or broken, that is failing in its objective to bring life to its container. But it is not your own heart that you are listening to. The sound of your heart is too pitiful to be heard over the faltering of this once unshakable force.

-o-

Red. The red is bright against the black. Bright like the tomato sauce that Dean likes to pour over his french fries. It holds the gaze, the stark contrast of the reddest red on the blackest black, impossible to ignore. It could be beautiful when taken in abstract, a colour to compare to roses or sunsets, framed against black like the deepest voids of space. But there is no beauty here. Nothing that can invoke joy or wonder.

-o-

Even the bright flash of green, which normally holds every facet of verdient life on earth - holds no beauty this day. That green that shades a brilliance greater than any other you have ever known, is now glazed in a crystal shine that should rival the stars. Yet there is no life in the green, no glory, no wonder of creation. There should be no way for green to be empty, it is the colour of life and struggle and determination, but in this moment the green is a void. The pittless depths of isolation from which there can be no return.

-o-

The world is comprised of molecules. When your father made the universe he allowed stars to form and grow and explode, spreading their essence out across the vast reaches of space. From this essence new stars and new worlds grew. All things within this mortal plane are made of these molecules in one combination or another. The human fascination with mixing these molecules in various combinations and loudly extolling or bemoaning their virtues on the pallet, has always seemed inconsequential to you. Yet now the thick cloud of substance crawling across your tongue and seeping its insidious way down the back of your throat is undeniable. It should just be molecules. Sensory data to be analysed and catalogued, but it is thick and choking and foul. The smell of overcooked meat left to spoil in the sun, mixed with bright copper pennies and bitter bile. You should have no innate reaction attached to this sensory data, it should not cause such disgust and revolution, but the very taste of the air causes your vessel to rebel, to attempt to expel it from your body as if this would also void the knowledge of their source from your mind.

-o-

The source. The wisps of black smoke rising steadily through the air. Passing carelessly over a hand that lays fallen to the floor. A hand lightly curled, as if in soft repose, in sweet mild sleep. The work worn calluses on the long gentle digits somehow untouched by the splatters of red and black that coat the surface beyond.

That same smoke that carries on past that other set of hunched and bent shoulders, slumped and trembling. Heaving every so often for breath that will not seem to come.

-o-

Yes it is strange how information you thought you understood, now suddenly makes no sense. How commands to the vessel you control, can be ignored and irrelevant. How the emotions you thought you had come understood and had grown to process, are nothing! nothing! compared to this gulf that is devouring you now.

——o0o——

10 minutes ago in an abandoned building at the edge of downtown Detroit

(an impossibly short amount of time in the life of a human, let alone that of an eternal angel)

The plan had been well discussed and argued until there had been no further dissent. The location not ideal but necessary for the spell. The ingredients had been assembled in the dank grimey room, and laid out according to their purpose. The holy oil poured in a circle on the tattered floor. You had held ready the matches Sam had handed you. The tall steadfast mortal looking grim but determined as he stood before the summoning bowl. The herbs and sigils arranged in his characteristically precise and efficient manner. His weariness and heartbreak held in check by his fierce determination and steadfast refusal to give in, as he once more inspected the Hyperbolic Pulse Generator and Enochian warding.

You had turned your gaze towards the witch, her face drawn into tight lines but her stance solid and her demeanor certain. As she had met your eyes, her nod had been small but firm and together you had turned to look to the hunter - the leader, the commander, his claim and his right to pursue this solution undisputed. His eyes had held understanding, compassion and strength beyond what any mortal should be capable of - yet his resolve and certainty had been undeniable as he had added his nod to the group.

The words he had called out in loud enochian had shivered through the room as he had lit the summoning herbs. You had felt the very Ether shake and quiver, as a mortal dared to command an Archangel to appear before him. But bound and pulled by the undeniable laws of deep magic, the energy in the room had built until the humans were forced to lower their eyes and you watched as the fabric of the world was parted and there before you stood the alternate version of your brother Michael, wearing the body of the man you would gladly lay down your immortal life for.

Before the humans had recovered their sight and before the other could draw to himself his vast power, you had flung the lit match into the holy oil. Stepping back as you felt the heat of the holy flames roar to life, encircling the angel and cutting him off from his grace. You had felt his will batter against the barrier of the flames seeking a week point in his prison, but the trap had been flawless, he had been securely contained.

The other, that abomination, that twisted and broken parody of your already twisted and broken brother, had been given no chance to speak or find a way to harm his vessel. Roaring to the younger Winchester you had commanded him to begin. And he had raised aloft the golden orb and slammed a bloodied palm into the blood sigil painted on the wall, commanding in perfect Enochian that the angel depart its host. And as Michael had begun to scream, and power to coalesse and swirl around him, you had turned to see the witch begin her chant. Within the astral plane a glowing tunnel formed between the room and the deepest corner of the Pit of Hell where the cage was held. The wall where once 4 rings had opened a door, began to shiver and split as air rushed into the vacuum of a newly created hole in the veil. You had observed, tense and ready, as Michael screamed louder in rage and struggled more fiercely, realising that you were not just expelling him but intended to bind him in a cage. And you had seen for the briefest moment the point where Dean had wrest back control over his body, where he had met his brother’s eyes. You had heard the silent: ‘It’s okay Sammy, it's going to be Okay, I’ve got him.’ Even though no words had been spoken. You had seen each syllable proclaimed in fierce green eyes, unshakable eye contact and the definative nod of silent Winchester communication. And the joy that had spread across Sam Winchester’s face had been like the first morning of creation. The first time the gold of the sun kissed the green of the earth and never had the world been more blessed.

And then…. and then, the unthinkable had happened. It was a valid tactical strategery. At the point of no return, when all other options were lost, the final solution was to take out as many of the enemy with you as possible. And for an angel that meant only one thing. Yet the notion hadn't even occurred to you, despite all your meticulous planning and extensive military knowledge. The fact that you had overlooked this course of action was rediculous because the Winchesters did it all the time. It was practically a default setting for those two, sacrificing oneself for the other or the greater good. And somehow you had come to ascribe this action to altruistic motives and forgotten that it served equally well for vengeance.

Michael had released his grace. The grace of an archangel thrust from its bounds with the explosive force of a thousand nuclear bombs. The tidal wave of blinding energy roaring out from the epicenter like a tsunami to drown the whole world. The holy fire had blown out unable to stand against such power and the wave of destruction had torn through anything within a hundred mile radius - obliterating and pulversing all earthly matter within its path.

However it seemed that the holy fire had produced some protective cover, for at the eye of the storm in a perfect ring of preserved space, Dean had lain whole and unconscious on the apartment floor. While outside of the ring the degree of damage had increased exponentially until the walls themselves had been blown away and the remains of the room stood exposed atop a smoking crater that stretched as far as the eye could see in what had once been a bustling city.

Of the witch there was no sign, either she had been quick enough with some spell to port herself way or she had stood at the edge of the blast, blown to pieces and vapourised like every other structure and person within the city. For her sake you hoped it was the former but you had no thought to spare for that because your eyes were stuck on the smoking ruined body that lay just across the cusp of the lethal destruction.

One of Sam’s hands lay stretched towards his brother, whole and untouched, perfect in its gentle rest, if you ignored everything else. But small burn marks marred the cuff of his plaid shirt and up his sleeve in increasing quantities until you reached the burned and charred remains of his once beautiful face. The glorious multi coloured orbs that had held the world's reserve of hope and compassion despite the unimaginable amount of pain they had seen and endured - lay melted in the blackened smoking ruins of blood soaked raw meat bearing no resemblance to a face.

It should have been the greatest injustice that the universe had ever witnessed. And indeed it was. Until Dean had groaned weakly and rolled onto his side, the word ‘Sammy’ leaving his lips before his eyes had even opened.

It was the sound that had torn from his throat at the sight of his brother that had caused your heart to falter. The way that he had dragged himself across the floor that had caused your chest to become tight. The crystal tears that had fallen unheeded from his dull green eyes as he hunched his shoulders over his brother’s ruined form and struggled to gather his breath, that had caused your unresponsive hands to tremble. The smell of Sam’s burnt and desecrated remains floating serenely in the breeze that caused your stomach to rebel.

And it was too much. There were no words to describe these feelings. No way to analyse and understand the enormity of this reaction, not for a mortal used to their pain and struggles and heartbreak, and certainly not for an angel still new to the knowledge of family and need, of love and loss.

——o0o——

What broke your thoughts, was the reaper. She appeared over the fallen brothers - one silent, one silenced - without making a sound. But her presence intruded even through the weight of your incomprehensible emotions.

What broke you, were the green eyes that were raised to meet her ancient gaze in her expressionless face. They were dead - as empty and ruined as the smoking body clutched beneath them. Within them was nothing that made them glorious and vibrant and worth Falling for. They were empty, utterly defeated and shattered.

And when a single eyebrow was slowly raised on the beautiful but pitless face of Death, nothing changed in the dead green orbs as the chin dropped once in the smallest nod. Before all three vanish from this world.

——o0o——

Deuteronomy Chapter 32

35. To me belongeth vengeance, and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste….

41. If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me. 42 I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon my enemy.

There was a time Before. Before you felt the fire of life, and the joy of Free Will and the unshakable faith in a mere mortal who would deny even the gods themselves - where you had thought you understood righteous wrath and vengeance. You had stood like the coming of the dawn, terrible and immovable at the command of your father. You had clothed yourself in fire, your sword raised high in your hand and you had laid waste to the enemies of the holy people and delighted in bloodshed for the justice and glory of the divine plan. Content that the word of the lord as revealed by the ordained chain of command, was the only true and right path. That zeal you had felt, that purpose, that sense of completeness from perfect obedience - how all encompassing you had thought that feeling to be.

Oh how little you had known and how wrong you had been.

But even in the time Before, you had felt things start to change and stir within you. Your father had become silent. The commands for your garrison less frequent. And by the time the Prophets of the Lord had began to revel new gospels, you had watched with a keen eye, as unknown to you the seeds of rebellion somehow took root in your sterile heart.

Romans Chapter 12

19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto God’s wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; saith the Lord, I will repay.

The mortals had counseled peace and forgiveness in their holy books. Trusting in our father to avenge their injustices. But our father had not seen fit to intervene, is it any wonder that they faltered and strayed.

And the Most Holy had not seen fit to protect his creations when they realised the end was at hand and their destruction was nigh. He had let his first born children subvert his will to hasten the end of days for their own purposes. He had not seen fit to offer reprimand to his angels or succour to his imperilled children - no matter how much we pleaded or begged.

No. The task of saving creation had fallen to two perfectly imperfect brothers. Who against all odds had done that which should not have been possible and rewritten the rule book for us all. Allowing one insignificant angel to understand the meaning and beauty and pain of Free Will. And if you, one unremarkable angel could grow and learn and love then there should have been hope for the whole world.

Yet here you stand for the umpteenth time. Where once again these two fragile and resilient humans, have placed themselves before the fate of the world in lew of its creator. And where is your father? When once again his angels threaten his creation, where is he? While the brightest stars in his glorious universe lie crumbled and ground into dust, to be thrown into the Empty in payment for offering their lives on behalf of an ungrateful world- WHERE. IS. HE.

Vengeance is mine saith the lord, I will repay.

Fuck that.

Fuck your absent father. Fuck destiney and fuck this world too.

You razed Sodom and Gomorrah to the ground. Smote down the young and the old with brimstone and destruction. You desenced clothed in fire and slaughtered the first born of Egypt. You stormed the gates of Hell, incinerating the foulest fiends in their thousands and tore the righteous man from the Pit. You decimated the population of Heaven. Fury knows no bounds within you. Wrath comes like a cur to your call. And Vengeance is the flame that burns within your soul.

You will take up the sword and lay waste to the Earth, you will fill Heaven and Hell to bursting with every thankless soul, those who looked on uncaring as the best of them were struck low, ungraciously slaughtered, to be cast away without thanks or praise.

And when every single soul has been harvested you will consume every last one of them, till no power in this universe or any other may stand before you, and you will storm the Empty itself. You will rain down such fury and destruction as no apocalypse could have ever have foretold and you will take back the souls of your friends. And this ungrateful world can be left to rot, empty and ruined in the absence of its uncaring father.

For you are fury, you are wrath, you are vengeance and there is nothing and no one you would put before the Winchesters.

And if anything stands in your way, my god have mercy on their souls, for whatever good it will do - because that bastard is next on your list.

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