#Dom!Jensen

[hellhoundsprey]

plus (n)one

Title: plus (n)one Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55695415 Ship: J2 Rating: explicit Tags: secret relationship, workplace relationship, fear of intimacy, topping from the bottom, dom/sub, dom!jensen, bottom!jensen, sub!jared, top!jared Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Word Count: 7 k Summary: For someone who ‘doesn’t do relationships’, Jared’s boss’ boss is pretty clingy.

[deansbeer]

drenched in sin ・ DEAN WINCHESTER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.

WARNING(S). smutty smut | fem!reader | oral sex (f!receiving) | squirting | praise kink | teasing | dom!dean | s9!dean | dean's lil scruff | pure filth | overstimulation.

KARI NOTES. new layout isn't as pretty as the one i use for my fics—at least i think they are—but i wanted to try it out. neither is it a guarantee it will stay this way either. SO ignore my old layouts for everything else. they're all disorganized & honestly? i'm too lazy to reorganize them.

it's been weeks. weeks of shitty motels, long drives, and even longer hunts. but now, you're finally back in bed with dean, and he's got that mischievous glint in his eye that makes your stomach flip.

"'m telling you, sweetheart," he drawls, his cocky smirk widening as he kneels between your thighs, spreading them wider. "you can do it again. you squirted all over me last time."

you groan, covering your face with your hands. "dean, that was a fluke. it's not gonna happen again."

he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his scruff scratching your sensitive skin. "a fluke, huh?" he murmurs, his lips trailing higher. "guess i'll just have to prove you wrong."

before you can argue, he's already between your legs, his mouth hot and wet as he drags his tongue through your folds. he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth like he's starved. the sound he makes—half groan, half growl—has your back arching off the bed, your hands twisting in the sheets.

"shit, de," you gasp, your legs trembling as his tongue flicks over your clit again and again, each stroke sending sparks shooting through your body.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, his green eyes dark with hunger. "god, i missed this," he mutters, sliding two fingers into you with ease, curling them just right. "missed the way you taste, the way you fall apart for me."

you bite your lip, trying to keep your moans quiet, but it's useless. his mouth is back on you, his fingers working you over with expert precision, and you can already feel the pressure building low in your belly.

"dean," you pant, your hips bucking against his face. "'s too much. i can't—"

"you can," he cuts you off, his voice muffled against you. "c'mon, babydoll. give it to me."

his tongue and fingers move faster, relentless, and you're trembling so hard you can barely breathe. the coil in your belly tightens, tighter and tighter, until it snaps, and suddenly you're cumming so hard you see stars.

"oh my god—dean!" you cry out as your release gushes out of you, soaking his entire face and your thighs. you try to squirm away, embarrassed, but his big palms clamp down on your stomach, holding you in place.

"oh no, you don't," he growls, his lips brushing over your sensitive clit as he keeps you pinned. "that was fuckin' beautiful, sweetheart. you're dripping all over me."

"dean, baby, stop," you whine, your face burning as you try to push him away. "you're gettin' it everywhere."

he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your slick folds before pulling back, his face and chest a mess but looking completely unbothered. "sweetheart," he says, wiping his forehead and mouth with the back of his hand, "if you think i give a shit about getting messy, you don't know me at all."

before you can respond, he's crawling back up your body, his lips crashing into yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "you're fuckin' incredible," he murmurs against your lips, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your slick folds. "and now i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll make an even bigger mess."

and knowing dean, you don't doubt it for a fucking second.

[strawlessandbraless]

Mornin’ sunshine ☀️

[losers-clvb]

good boy // dean winchester

pairing: dean winchester x female!reader

summary: you call dean a "good boy" as a joke, but things heat up when you notice the hard-on it gave him.

content: sub!dean, dom!reader, use of "good boy", praise, smut, unprotected piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), strip tease, dirty talk, dean smells reader's panties, face riding, orgasm denial, whiny dean winchester, overstimulation if you squint, dean comes inside reader, cockwarming, sweet dean post-orgasm

word count: 2.1k

note: okay, i don't know where the fuck this came from. inspired by those tiktoks of girlfriends calling their boyfriends "good boy" as a joke. i am a switch!dean believer. give that man an order and he will follow it.

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“That’s a good boy.”

Dean nearly dropped the plate you had asked for.

“What?” He asked, looking at you bug-eyed. You bit back a teasing smile.

“I said, you’re a good boy.” You said, purring the last two words. It was out of character for you to speak like this, especially to him. You were his best friend, yes, but the most you had done was tell him a certain shirt looked hot on him. Now, you were watching him squirm under your intense gaze.

“Why-,” Dean started, but cleared his throat when his voice cracked halfway through, “uhm, why am I a,” he hesitated, “good boy?” He finished through gritted teeth.

“You did what I asked.” You shrugged and took the plate from him. In all honesty, you had only said the words because of some social media post that had caught your eye earlier that day. It was supposed to be something small, make him laugh at you, but now you were wondering if you should’ve just scrolled past it.

You looked back at Dean and narrowed your eyes at him. He was still staring at you.

“What?” You asked when he didn’t say anything. Was he mad at you?

“Nothing.” Dean replied, but it came far too quickly to be natural. You flickered your eyes across his face. He was avoiding eye contact. You caught a glimpse of his blown pupils and his cheeks flushed pink. A realization crossed your mind.

“Did you like that?” You asked, stepping toward him. His eyes fell to your hands, tracking them when they moved to place the plate on the counter. You ran your tongue over your teeth before smirking at him. “You like being a good boy?”

You placed a hand on his chest and swore you could feel his heart pounding. You flicked your eyes to his face.

“Do you like being my good boy?” You asked, a sultry tone falling over you. You felt him tense up. You trailed your fingertips down his chest. His breathing quickened when your hand landed on the bulge in his jeans. “I think you do.”

Dean swallowed down the shame he felt. He was supposed to be the big, bad hunter, not this. He squeezed his eyes shut when you leaned in to kiss his neck.

“You like being told what to do, baby?” You purred. A small moan fell from him before he could bite it back. You pulled away and Dean’s eyes shot open.

“Follow me.” You ordered, voice lilting softly. You turned on your heel and began to walk to your room. When you didn’t hear footsteps behind you, you wondered if you had messed up. Maybe he was uncomfortable, not turned on.

You had almost started to crawl under your bed to die from embarrassment when your ears caught the fall of his socked feet on the floorboards. You turned to face him.

“Get on the bed.” You pointed to where you wanted him. Your voice wavered slightly. You weren’t used to this, giving orders. It was… nice.

Dean sat in the spot and looked up at you. You bit your lip and walked closer until you were standing in between his legs. His hands flew to the backs of your thighs and pushed you so you were straddling his lap. Oh, Dean wasn’t completely powerless after all. You pushed your hips down into his.

“Do you wanna fuck me, De? Wanna feel me squeeze around your cock when I come?” You breathed into his ear and bit down on his earlobe just enough to pull a noise from him. His hands gripped your ass.

“Yes.” Dean breathed out. You licked your lips and kissed him. He kissed you back hungrily.

You pushed his chest, causing him to fall back onto the bed. Your fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his flannel. You ran your nails down his exposed chest. It didn’t leave any scratches, but it did make Dean groan.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and let me take what I need?” You asked. Dean nodded. You smiled and he could see the flash of desire in your eyes. You bent down and licked up his abs. If you were going to do this, you would take full advantage of it.

“Mmm, nice and hard for me?” You hummed out when your clit brushed against his bulge through your leggings.

“Yes,” Dean hissed in pleasure, “all for you.”

You rolled your hips down again and moaned theatrically. Sure, it felt good, but you liked the way he reacted to your noises more than the actual pressure. Just as you had hoped, Dean squeezed your ass again.

You stood from him and raised an eyebrow when he whined in protest. Who knew Dean Winchester was so needy? Oh right, you did.

You stripped for him. It was all for his pleasure. You were just having fun making him feel good. Your arms pulled your shirt up slowly, hands kneading your breasts through the fabric before exposing them to him. His mouth was practically watering at the sight.

You turned your back to him. Your fingers hooked around the waistband of your leggings and you worked them down your legs. You were a little clumsy pulling them off your feet, but Dean didn’t see to mind. The only thing between him and your throbbing core were the lacy green panties. You thanked past-you for choosing the pair, knowing the color matched his eyes almost perfectly. You shuffled them off and let them hang from your finger, dangling them in front of Dean’s face.

He leaned his head forward just enough to stick his nose into the wet patch, moaning at the idea that he had anything to do with this. You licked your lips again and dropped the underwear to the ground. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with another push. He fell back to the bed and you crawled on top of him.

“Have a taste, baby.” You encouraged, positioning yourself over his face. Dean blew out a breath to steady himself. You moaned softly at the pressure, hands resting on his where they held your thighs. You almost demanded he do something to pleasure you, but the words were forgotten when his tongue stuck out and licked up your slit. Your breath hitched in your lungs when he pulled you down, putting all your weight on his face.

His nose nudged at your clit while he ate away, his hunger for you tearing through any restraint he had left. You buckled over in pleasure when he groaned into you, the vibration tearing through your pussy.

“Don’t stop,” you practically begged, forgetting for a moment that you were the one in control. You felt his tongue push into your hole. It didn’t go too deep, but between the muscle inside of you, his nose nudging on your clit, and his lips moving against you, it was becoming too much. You whined out his name when your climax came, grinding down on his face.

You were feeling pretty good right now, but you wanted more. You clambered off of him and turned to sit just above his head. His lips were swollen and he was smiling like an idiot, but you figured he wasn’t too pussydrunk to listen to you.

“Take your jeans off.” You demanded. You were surprised at the strength in your voice, the bossiness you thought you only had when you were angry shining through. You watched him do as you told, mouth slightly parted when his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. His eyes trailed to you and he waited for the next order, fists balling up to keep from grabbing at you.

You tore your eyes from his length to blink up at him.

“Come fuck me.” You said simply, but it was like they were Dean’s trigger words. He launched himself at you, dragging your body to the edge of the bed. Caught up in the moment, he pushed into you without a condom. That would be tomorrow’s problem. Now, you were only worried about how many times he could get you to come.

“So tight,” Dean moaned, thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes fluttered to the ceiling.

“S’all for you, Dean.” You managed to get out. “All for my good boy.” You were making a point of using that until he told you to stop, not that it would be any time soon. The name made him choke out a breath and increase his pace.

“Ah!” You seethed when his hip bone bumped against your clit continually, back arching up. You grabbed his face in your hand and squeezed his cheeks together before kissing him.

“You’re fucking me so good, baby.” You moaned out. You felt his hips stutter for a moment. He needed help, the praise was getting to him. You managed to flip him over. He was now on his back and you were on top of him. You don’t know where the strength had come from.

You lifted your hips before slamming them back down. The tip of his cock sponged against your g-spot and you sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods above for giving Dean that slight curve. You cried out when his thumb rubbed into your clit, Dean returning the noise when you clenched around him.

“You’re such a good boy, listen to everything I say,” you babbled, rubbing your hands over your breasts. You rolled your eyes back, the words meant for Dean somehow increasing your own pleasure.

“Gonna come,” Dean warned you, swallowing when your eyes shot open. He watched a crazed look cross your face.

“No!” You bit out. You sucked in a breath while you continued to ride him. “You don’t come until I say you can.”

Dean choked on his protests. His head flung back in both concentration and ecstasy. Fuck, he wanted to come but you holding him back was making it so much better. You panted out short breaths, almost hyperventilating. You reached a hand down to squeeze his balls, smiling menacingly when he gripped the sheets on the bed. It’s not like you enjoyed seeing him in pain, but knowing that you held so much control over him had a flurry of ideas flooding through you.

“Can I come?” Dean whined. You were close, oh so close, to another orgasm, but not quite there yet.

“N-no.” You stuttered out, eyes closing again to keep up your stamina. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you to move like this, with this much energy. You chalked it up to the new experience. If you had known it felt this good to be in power you would have done it a long time ago. Then again, maybe it was just from being with Dean.

“Please, baby, please.” Dean begged, voice going up an octave when you rolled your hips down. You ignored him. He wouldn’t allow the release until you gave him the magic word.

You looked down at him again. Your chest warmed to see Dean reduced down to this whiny, needy mess underneath you. You wondered if any other girl had done this for him, if he had ever let them take control. You liked to imagine that you were the first, that you would be the thing that Dean would remember every time he was able to be submissive.

The thought made your knees buckle and you keeled over, forehead on Dean’s chest. You tried to lift your hips up again, but it was more of you grinding down onto him.

“Now.” You gasped. Dean made a strangled noise and you felt the warmth of his cum bloom into you. You breathed into his skin and swore you could see stars as your own release flooded into you. You closed your eyes to focus on it, your eyelashes butterflying against his abs.

Dean’s arms wrapped around you to tousle you to the side. He was still inside of you, his dick now soft. You were curled up against him, body wore out. You couldn’t remember a time when you had come so hard.

“We have to do that again.” You mumbled. Dean was able to find the energy -- from where, you didn’t know -- to chuckle. He stroked your hair, fingers tangle in between the strands.

“Later.” He answered, breathing in the scent of your hair. Your skin was tacky with sweat, and you were sure there would be many, many questions that needed to be answered tomorrow, but for now, you fell asleep in his arms, his dick still stretching you out.

[beausling]

PUSSY STAINS ON MY STAFF

quick little drabble thing cus i’m having these thoughts n feelings and i really just need to get them out there..

warnings: pure smutty filth, porn without plot, sub!dean, puppyboy!dean, dom!fem!reader, mommy kink, bouncing on it, jackin each others shit, rubbing things together n gettin it all sticky, thigh riding, nipple sucking (f & m receiving), pet names (mommy, puppy, pretty boy, etc.), not proof read cus they never are, uhh i think thats all but idk my brain is Soo soupy rn

all work is mine, please do not steal/plagiarize, repost anywhere, or translate without my permission. likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!!!

18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED!

you desperately held back your own moans, just so that you could hear dean’s pretty whimpers as you rode him into the sun.

his big hands scrambling for purchase, touching you anywhere he could reach; your hips, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.

but you couldn’t hold back anymore as he surged forward, sucking one of your hard nipples into his mouth. it always made your brain go fuzzy, turned you into just as much of a mess as he was.

an idea sparked as your fingers threaded through his short locks. where you would normally grip on and shove him harder into your chest, this time you pulled him away, looking down at him with dark, heavy lidded eyes as a smirk pulled at your lips.

“mommy, please, let me-“ dean began begging, but you cut him off. “i wanna try somethin’ new,” you said, slowing down in your movements. “that okay?”

he just nodded in response, like an eager little puppy, so desperate to please.

you fully stilled your hips, slowly rising off his dick with a groan and letting it slip out of your sloppy cunt. his whines of protest filled your ears.

“shhh, s’okay, puppy.” you cooed softly, “‘m gonna make you feel so good. can you lay back f’me?” he immediately obliged, shifting slightly to lay comfortably against the pillows.

you moved once he was in position, one knee going between his legs while the other stayed beside his hip, leaning down and pressing soft, wet kisses up his tummy, to his chest, his neck, before going back down, all the while he was squirming underneath you.

“stay still, pup.” you command gently, warm breath fanning over his slick skin as your lips moved across his chest, stopping at one of his nipples.

you glanced up at him through your lashes, a grinch-like smirk gracing your face before you stuck your tongue out, and began laving at his pink, puffy nipple, watching his reaction; the way his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth fell open — it told you all you needed to know.

dean was enjoying this.

you licked rougher, more insistently, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh and sucking it onto your mouth, listening to him gasp and whimper.

his pleasure had always been your pleasure, so hearing and seeing how he reacted to what you were doing made your stomach flutter.

you sucked harder, hips dropped down on top of his thigh as you moaned around his skin, grinding against him without even realizing it. this was just too good. you couldn’t get enough.

“mommy,” dean whined, one of his hands finding its way into your hair and grasping at the long locks. you simply moaned back in response, your eyes fluttered shut as you got lost in all the different sensations, rubbing your wet folds all over his plush thigh and making a mess.

soon you moved over, giving the same attention to the other nipple. and dean was absolutely losing his mind — head thrown back, eyes rolled to the back of his head, back arching slightly.

one of your hands drifted down between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his still hard cock and beginning to slowly jerk him off, feeling him twitch in your hand as his body shuddered.

“wanna make you feel good, too.” you heard him murmur, and seconds later his hands were gripping tightly onto your hips, lifting them up off his thigh before slipping two thick fingers between your soaking folds.

your head lolled to the side, mouth coming off his chest as you let out a loud moan, hips twitching into his hand as he pressed down on your swollen clit, making fast circles. that made your hand move quicker on him in return.

“pretty boy,” you crooned, “feels s’good — you always make mommy feel so good. my good boy, perfect little puppy.” you babbled on in praises that you knew were sure to get him to release faster, still making it a point to take care of him, prioritizing his pleasure.

you went on and on that way, kissing, nipping and sucking at every piece of skin you could reach, murmuring soft praises in his ears, and moving your hand swiftly over his cock until you felt it start to twitch and pulse more persistently against your soft palm.

“you gonna cum, pup?”

“yeah,” dean whimpered, his hips canting up, chasing down his orgasm.

“c’mon, cum for mommy — all over my hand like a good boy.” you murmured against his stubbled jaw, pressing kiss after kiss to his skin. “cum for me, puppy.”

that really did him in. hips stuttering and his body tensing up, eyes fluttering and face scrunched up in bliss, back arching as he let out a loud, whiny groan, thick ropes of sticky white shooting out from the tip and dripping onto your hand, getting all over his tummy, and a bit on yours.

and his undoing was your own. shifting your position so that you were straddling him fully again, slotting his sloppy dick through your slick folds and grinding into him, creating the most sinful sounds. your clit bumped against his tip over and over again, breathy moans spilling out of your parted lips, going after your own high.

dean let out another loud whine, “i know. i know, pup.” it was clear he was becoming overstimulated. “jus’ a lil’ bit more. you want mommy’s cum, too, don’t you?” seeing him nod eagerly through your bleary gaze, and whine again.

a huffy groan of frustration left you, lifting your hips and lining him back up with your entrance, quickly skinning down and bouncing at a rough pace. planting one hand behind you and arching back as you moved, your other fingers found your clit and rubbed in tight circles, that familiar heat making itself known, low in your belly.

your own orgasm crashed over you faster than anticipated, body going rigid while that coil snapped, your walls clenching, before you gushed around dean, a loud, gasping moan tearing out of your throat.

it was always pure ecstasy with him.

falling into his chest once you finish, dean wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to him as he pressed a kiss to your hairline, while you kissed all over his cheek, the corner of his eye, his temple.

“you did so good.” you praised softly against his skin, wrapping your own arms around him, nose nuzzling the side of his head. his hands ran slowly up and down your back, laying there silently in the aftermath for a moment.

“so, we found out two things today…” he mused, voice raspy from all the noise he’d been making.

a confused hum came from you in response.

“you, like sucking nipples…and i, like having my nipples sucked — apparently.” he said in a slightly sardonic, teasing tone, sending you into a fit of giggles.

my first actual fic in A MILLION YEARS.. hEllOOO😧🔥

also my first time myself writing like FULLLLL smut.. SO PLEASEEEEE don’t crucify me if it’s really bad like AT LEASTTT I TRIEDD😭

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[jollyhunter]

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings! MDNI, explicit sexual content (light), fluffy smut, but also cuddling and lots of teasing, Dean being needy and touchy and soft!dom

EDIT: Whoa!! I just woke up to 100+ likes and I am speechless! I never found the courage to post any of my stuff, until yesterday. Thank you all so so much - you have no idea how much this means to me, especially since I just joined tumblr and felt a bit intimidated and lost. You’re all amazing <3

Now enjoy! …already sorry for the damn tease 🦊

A/N: Heya! This is my first smut and fanfic post- woohzaa [throws glitter and anxiety across the post]. English isn't my native language but I tried to make up for it with spell-checking? Also, I'm sorry for the cliffhanger sweethearts! Let me know if you liked it <3

Word count: 1,700

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The smell of musky sweat still hung in the thick air and the sheets around you looked like a strangled mess. So your sleep was deep, exhausted but also feeling all spent and fuzzy from the several rounds you and Dean had a couple of hours ago. Your breathing was serene, your nose nuzzled into Dean‘s arm which worked as a makeshift pillow. The other one was tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, holding your back against his slowly moving chest, keeping you warm and save in his tight locked arms.

A sudden bump against your butt stirred you slightly, but you assumed Dean was just being restless again. His arm tightened around you when you pressed your body further into him in a reassuring gesture, your hand meanwhile untangling itself from the sheets to interlace your slender fingers with his calloused ones.

Then the broad shoulders that were glued to your back, suddenly shift. His breath against your neck coming in short little excited puffs. And his hips gently rock against your arse, slowly and almost testing. You grumble in response and give his hand a little warning squeeze. „You have to sleep, Dean…“ you remind him with a dozily slurred voice. He‘d have to get up in an hour or so, as he and Sam were going to investigate a case somewhere up in Nebraska. It would probably take at least a couple of days, and you already knew he’d miss you just as much as you’d miss him, because he was always especially needy and touch-deprived before he left the bunker for longer.

Another bump against your back. You curl up into a ball, not wanting to leave his comfortable warmth but still trying to get your point across without having to use your voice.

When you cuddled up against him like a kitten, Dean stilled his movements. And you left a soft exhale of something like relief, snuggling under his strong arm, loving the feeling of his shielding presence all around you.

But Dean was not done. And you curling up like a cat didn’t help either - if anything, it just made his hidden sly smirk widen. Just when you went back to dreamland, you felt something brush against your knee. Then your thighs. Dean snaked his leg over yours, trapping you against the mattress. „Dean…“ you grumble again, your eyes still shut and your face buried under his arm while you tried to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. He doesn’t reply. Instead his foot slips between your knees and he now slowly pushes your legs apart, parking his thigh between them to keep them spread for him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your sweet scent, his fingers slowly dancing down your body, tracing every curve like he knew them by heart. Another shiver went through your body and it became harder to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the sleepiness somehow just accelerating your arousal. You wiggle under him when you suddenly feel his hot breath waft against your ear, „uh-uh-uh…“ His gravelly voice earns him a little shaky exhale from your parted lips while he quickly pins you further down.

Dean traced the rim of your pajamas pants with his fingers, teasingly slow while his other hand tightened its grip around yours, to keep you from slipping away. „Just lemme take care of you, baby…“ he murmured with his lips pressed against your ear, his head keeping you flush against the mattress. He wanted you to keep your eyes closed, stay sleepy, just relax and enjoy.

Not sure anymore whether you were dreaming or not, you found yourself nodding against his side, and that quite eagerly despite your half-asleep state. Satisfied with your answer, he slipped his fingers under the rim of your pants, taking his sweet time as his hand traveled down between your legs.

Just when his fingertip brushed against your clit, a loud knock at the door made you startle from your half-sleep-half-needy state.

„Dean? Come on man- we gotta go. Get your arse moving!“ Sam called out from the other side of the door, knocking again just to make sure he’d not ignore him.

Dean’s finger still idly circled your clit, torn between ignoring him or getting out of bed. After a moment he groans, his arms and legs still tightly in position around you, as he opens his mouth to bark back - but then is cut short by your lips on his cheek.

He turns back to look down at your curled up sleepy form, your cheeks flushed and goddamn you‘re already wet between your legs. „’tis okay” You reassure him, although you had to really force yourself to not sound frustrated and needy.

Dean grunted, knowing exactly that you were just trying to get him out of bed and out of trouble for being too late. But man he could have kicked his brother in the arse right about now.

He gave you a quick peck on the forehead and with a reluctant movement pulled his hand from your pants and untangled himself from your body. When he kicked his legs over the edge of the bed and got up, he suddenly turned around again, his eyes darkening and his lips curling into a sly smile.

“C’mere” he said gruffly, making it sound like an order. But you just looked up at him with bleary eyes, blinking in confusion as your mind was still half asleep. “On your knees.” He patted the spot in front of him with an air of authority.

You weren’t sure where this was going but were curious enough to play along. So you sat up, swaying a bit as you scooted closer to the edge on your knees. “Uh-uh,” you stopped and tilted your head in confusion, giving him that befuddled puppy look. He circled his index finger, gesturing for you to turn around. “On your hands and knees.” He said with that iconic deep and firm voice.

You swallowed, a little shiver running down your spine again. Without any protest you did as you were told and backed up against the edge of the bed again, this time facing away from him.

“Wanna get a look again.” He began, while his hands suddenly cupped your arse, squeezing them. „Wanna memorize what I’ll miss.“ You bit your lower lip, glad he couldn’t see your needy eyes right now. With a swift motion, his fingers hooked under the rim of your pants and he pulled them all the way down to your knees. The moment the air hit your bare skin, you were suddenly fully aware of how exposed you felt, unable to see what he was doing, where his eyes were going and what his next move would be. Without a word his hands immediately went back to your hips, slipping up to the back of your waist and pressing you down with a certain strength that made you follow each of his movements like a tamed horse. He ran one hand up between your shoulder blades and pushed down there as well until your tilted head and your chest were flush against the mattress, drawing a small whimper from your mouth. God how he loved seeing you comply like this, exposed, open and vulnerable to him, filling his heart with pride.

He kept one hand on your back to pin you down while his other went to tug at your lowered pants. “Jesus… you’re dripping, sweetheart.” He mutters almost in awe when you felt his eyes roaming your wetted thighs and pants. Suddenly he slides his hand back up along your spine until each of them grabs your hips. He angles them so your butt would point more up for him, pushing you even further into the bed, just the way he wanted you. Then out of nowhere his firm hands grab your arse cheeks and without a warning he pulled them apart, getting a real nice look on your slick folds. „I want to remember this view…“ He mutters, spreading your arse even more while you felt him bend down, his hot breath hitting the inside of your thighs, „Want to think of that beautiful pussy when I‘m alone…“

And then you suddenly feel the tip of his tongue flick against your clit, the unexpected sensation almost making you buckle while a shuddering moan slips your lips. Dean chuckles, relishing the effect he’s having on you. „Hold still, baby.“ He ordered while his one hand trailed over your hip and to the small of your back, holding you down, and his other started to rub your arse cheek, affectionately and proudly. „God… you’re so beautiful… Want to remember your taste…“ He continued before his tongue flicked across your folds this time, wetting his lips with your sweet juice, followed by a deep groan, "God you taste so fucking good...". He pulled the stroking hand back, and then brought it down again with a sharp swat to your arse. You yelped and your legs trembled, which made Dean grin proudly that he managed to surprise you with that move. „You a good girl until I‘m back?“

He didn’t wait for an answer but swats your arse again, this time definitely leaving a red mark he knew you wouldn’t mind. „You be good?“ He asks again, his voice taking that gravely tone which always made you squirm.

„Mhm,“ you mutter against the mattress, trying to hold still for him. „I‘ll be good.“

„That’s my girl.“ He patted your red arse cheek, his lips widening into that cheshire grin of his, „Now you get some rest.“

Before you could protest, he wiggled the soaked pants up your legs and over your hips again. You stifled a soft whine but knew it was no use, he‘d need to go now. Dean chuckled at the needy sound that slipped your perfect cute lips and it took all of his willpower to not just take you right there. He leaned over you to kiss you on the neck, his lips lingering there for a little longer than usual before he whispered in a low rumbling voice, „We‘ll continue right here when I‘m back, sweetheart... and 'till then... I‘ll always think of you.“

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[campingmonkey]

This is just giving me dom!Dean with a brat vibes.... 👀🔥😍

[crossroadsangel67]

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- dom!dean fucking the reader over a pool table

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ONE-SHOTS / DRABBLES

he’s desperate in bed, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

somnophilia, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

REQUESTS

getting out his anger, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

in the backseat, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

taking your virginity, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

AESTHETIC BOARDS

christmas as dean winchester’s lover

dean and castiel winchester, destiel day 2024

[sadistic-kitty5601]

I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY SUB SOLDIER BOY (Ben from The Boys) SO I'LL DO IT MYSELF.

Warning!!! Sub Solider boy, smut with plot, DETAILED AND LONG NSFW PART, handjob, edging, overstimulating, anal fingering (Him receiving), 2 orgasms at the same time (Him also receiving)

Summary: You finally managed to make Soldier boy 'open minded', and it definitely pays off...

Soldier Boy had some...unfair opinions when it came to women, and he didn't hide it, nor felt much shame in it, it was just how he was raised, and with his stubbornness, that was how he was and how he will think. It's as simple as that. It didn't mean he couldn't love women, he just couldn't love them in the...’correct' way. If it wasn't for his amazing looks, he'd be pretty lonely. Throughout the years of being a 'man' and a superhero, no woman really stood up to him when it came to his misogynistic beliefs, and when they did, they were too 'emotional' or 'offended' for his liking or understanding.

Well, that was until he met you. You were a mature, intelligent, and beautiful woman, who was also a supe. A real dame. However, that wasn't what gained his respect for you, what really gained his respect for you was how you didn't take any shit. Any of his shit. Every time he made a snarky, misogynistic, or sexist statement, you didn't 'over react', go along with it, or scoff at him, you simply told him he was wrong, staying calm, resilient, and firm. Of course, this resulted in you two fighting a lot, but that's what caught his attention, you challenged him. That's what he really needed, a woman who challenged him, even if he'd never admit it.

But, this was back in the day, before he was frozen...So what about now?...

Due to your power, which was physically warping reality (Sorry, it's the only other cool power that doesn't make you age physically), you didn't physically age, you kept yourself alive, but did lose your position as a superhero, later, parting with The Boys. Then, Soldier Boy was found—blah, blah, blah, you already know.

After getting everything settled, Billy Butcher made you babysit Soldier Boy, and obviously, you two had a lot to catch up on. At first, it wasn't too smooth, you began educating him on the norms, new technology, words he couldn't use, everything. It was a lot to process for him, and naturally, he made a comment about how 'men used to be real men back in his day' and 'women need to step down. You began to speak on it, expressing your opinion, something Soldier Boy secretly missed, loving the boldness and firmness in your tone, which he immediately blocked out. What was he thinking? Instead, he pushed back with his own opinion. This started a debate...except, something was..different? Why wasn't he interrupting you? Why was enjoying this? Why was he...understanding?

After this argument, which surprisingly ended on a good note, you two began to make good progress. Soldier Boy often went to you when he had a question about today's society, Y'all's conversations became more playful, less aggressive, you two became more flirty, even. You two always had some sort of lingering tension back in the day, but now? It was at a peak! Something was bound to happen...

You two were at the place, sitting on the couch as you looked at some papers, records, basically studying to get the upper hand on Homelander. Soldier Boy sat there in his robe, making conversation with you. "Y'know, you were always such a dame." Soldier Boy bluntly stated, smirking ever so slightly at you. "Really? You were never too bad yourself." You returned the playfulness, looking back at him. There was a pause. You sat up, getting closer to him. What was this? No, you both knew damn well what it was. Suddenly, both of you threw yourselves onto each other, lips crashing together, wasting no time getting your tongues into each other's mouths. Your hand cupped his cheek, the other wrapping around his neck as his hands wrapped around your back and waist. It quickly got hot and steamy with your heavy breaths, his rock hard cock standing up in his robe, and intense kissing, tongues swirling around, battling for dominance as your hands explored each other's body's. Deep, deep down, you both ached for this moment so badly, now and even back then.

Maybe all of your conversations on making him woke really did work because somehow, he ended up on bottom. His robe already open, exposing his chest area, fingers intertwined with your hair, his legs wrapped around your waist, letting out groans every now and then. I mean, this was some of the most intense action he's gotten in a long time. Sure, he's had sex with 1 or 2 girls by now, but it wasn't really close, nor intimate, just penetration, then cumming. But this, this was different. You two were close and had so much pent up tension, it was truly a lot. You finally broke the kiss, both of you catching your breath, panting. He mischievously smirked up at you, letting out a gruff chuckle. "Damn.." You chuckled in response, returning his smirk with a teasing grin. "Need a break?" "Psh, hell no." He responded as his grip on your hair got slightly tighter. He wanted more. "Just surprised you're on top—" He said as he immediately pulled you back into a passionate and almost desperate kiss. You reciprocated the kiss with the same energy, one of your hands sliding up his leg, tugging at his robe.

He let out a soft groan as he felt your hands begin to strip him. "Someone's impatient.." He mumbled against her lips with a teasing smirk as he helped you out with his silk robe. Now, he was just in his boxers, his cock twitching with impatience against its confines. Then, you two quickly began to work at taking off your shirt, throwing it to the ground, next to his robe. He bit his lip as he slid his hands up your waist, seeing your bra cup your breasts perfectly. "Fuck, you ladies are always like fine wine." His hips twitched up slightly, seeking any sort of friction, way too horny right now. You grinned deviously as you sat right on his bulge, earning a guttural groan from him. "Someone's desperate." You gently ran your fingers down his chest, teasing his nipples. His breath quickened as he looked up at you. "You're such a tease-c'mon, be that bold woman like you usually are." He gripped your hips as he grinded up into you.

You nodded. "Of course, handsome." You immediately leaned down and began ravishing him, leaving a trail of hickeys and sloppy kisses starting on his neck, passing by on his collarbone, down to his chest, as your tongue glided across his skin in all the right ways, causing him to grind up into you harder, seeking more friction as he groaned deeply and moaned softly, biting his lip and closing his eyes, enjoying the sensations. You came back from eating him up, admiring all the hickeys you left on him. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. "Don't stop now." He muttered out in a hoarse voice, his bulge desperately twitching against the fabric of your clothing. "Oh, I won't, baby." You said as you hopped off his crotch, crawling down and grabbing ahold of his underwear, pulling down. His hard cock sprung out immediately, which caused you to chuckle. "Wow, Ben, you're already so hard for me." He grinned smugly. "What can I say? With a pretty face and a sexy body like that grinding up against me-oh shit—" He was quickly cut off by your tongue swirling around his dick, lubing it up essentially.

After his cock was all wet, your hand wrapped around it. "Ready?" You asked with a smirk. "Work your hands already, woman." He said impatiently, trying his best to keep his hips from twitching, ultimately failing. You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" You began to stroke his frenulum with some decent pressure, your other hand getting to work on his tip. His breath hitched as both of his most sensitive spots were targeted. He put his hand up. "Wha-H-Hold on a minute! Let me..adjust.." He said, his voice being laced with embarrassment. "Speak to me with respect then." You said in a more authoritative tone. He grumbled, rolling his eyes with a nod. You began to slowly stroke the shaft part of his hard cock, being a bit more gentle...Though, you had way more planned for him. He leaned his head back with a content sight. "Oh come on, you can go faster than that." He said in a snarky tone. You obliged, stroking his cock faster, making sure to focus on the tip more. His groaned and nodded. "Yeah, that's good." He bit his lip, looking down at you, his cock twitched from the sight of you.

I wanna save you time, so I'll just say, this went on for..a while. Why? Because you edged him at least 5 times. At first he was annoyed and confused, which then subsided into desperation.

"If you really wanted to cum...well...you'd ask." You smirked, slowly and painfully stroking his sensitive frenulum, squeezing his cock, watching him twitch and squirm as pre-cum leaked from his red tip. "Fuck...I should've fuckin' known-mmmgh." He thrusted his hips up in your hand, his breathing being ragged. "C'mon already, make me cum.please." He breathed out, his eyebrows furrowing as he gripped the pillow next to him. "Well, there is another option, it'll double the pleasure even." You offered with a devious grin, your other hand giving his balls a slight squeeze, causing him to moan. "What's-What's that, huh?" He swallowed down the moans that so badly wanted to be let out. He needed to cum so badly. "Fingering you." You bluntly stated. "What?" He almost looked offended.

A thousand years after teasing and convincing.

"Alright, alright. Fine. As long as you promise to let me cum." He said, closing his eyes..it felt so demasculating and humiliating. "I will, I will, I know how this is for you." You licked your two fingers, (Yes, I know that's not enough lube, just pretend it is) sliding one in. He grunted, it felt a little painful for the first few seconds.. that was until you immediately targeted his prostate. It was definitely a new feeling, but it felt real good. He let out a quivering moan. "What the fuck was that?" His breath began to become heavier again. You smirked. "You like that, huh?" Your fingers began to slowly pump into him, rubbing against his prostate each time as your other hands began to work at his tip and frenulum, stroking them. Right now, you were hitting three sensitive spots all at once, and he was writhing in pleasure. He panted, his abs flexing as he let out strained moans and practically wheezed breathes as he tried not to seem like he was enjoying himself.

You leaned back up to kiss him, he immediately accepted, taking this as an opportunity to hide some moans of his. His legs twitched and quivered as you slid your knuckle against his prostate, your hand slicking against his aching cock. He almost whined when you squeezed his tip. You then broke the kiss. "More? 'Cause I've got more tricks." He managed to focus his eyes onto you. "Y-Yeah-sure, why no-" He was suddenly cut off by the sensation of..vibrating? Right up against his sensitive spots. "Oh fuck—..oh fuck, oh-fffffuck!— How the hell are you doing that?-Hauh." Now he was really shaking, squirming around, his hands frantically feeling around to find something to grip on, which ended up being your arm and the couch, holding onto it for dear life as he let moans and groans slip out, one after another. "A magician never reveals her secrets.." You replied cheekily, beginning to kiss down his neck. He gulped, trying to catch some air as you sped up your pace, now being less gentle with him, which caused his eyes to roll back. Your fingers went in and out of him faster, your hands stroked his cock in all the right places, all while vibrating at the same time...it was almost too much...

Was this overstimulation? It was almost painful, but in a good kind of way, it was like you wanted it to stop but needed it to keep going. "I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna blow my load right now—" He strained out, panting as his legs squirmed around. He looked up at you with desperate eyes, his hand now gripping your shoulder tightly. "Don't stop-don't you dare fucking stop-ah-y-you promised..ttto not..stop!" He was almost growling now, he truly did need to cum, otherwise he'd lose his mind. "You're right, I promised, so cum, bust all over everything." You nodded as you stroked his tip faster, your hands now pumping straight into him, stroking against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes— c'mon!-" He moaned out, reaching the peak of ecstasy. "Ohhh, fuuuck, Y/N!" He moaned out as he threw his head back, tensing up, twitching and shaking violently as a load of semen squirted out of his cock, even having a prostate orgasm. This was the most intense orgasm he's ever had, probably because it was two big O's. He shook and moaned for a solid 30 seconds before he managed to calm down a little from the intense high.

There was a big mess to say the least. His cum was all over his abdomen, your hand, the couch. "Shit, you were seriously pent up. You alright now?" Now, he was able to make coherent thoughts instead of just, 'Oh fuck’ "Probably because you edged me five damn times-" He quickly shut up when he saw you lick his cum off your fingers, feeling a little tingle. "Damn, you know how to play my cards." He grumbled, lazily smirking, causing you to chuckle, grinning along with him.

Needless to say, he enjoyed himself quite a bit.

THE END.

[babyjakes]

not trying to play. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | nipple play

pairing | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader

warnings | reader is so subby, soft babie!! sort of dom!jake vibes ig?? it's jakey so all those fun petnames :)!!! tummy rubs <3. teasing. nipple play. begging if you squint. just foreplay in this one, but taking things further is implied.

word count | 502

an | hehe dis one is dedicated to my angel my babie my sweetie pie @brandycranby, a little while back you were thinkin a lot about nipple play (and i know how much you love acnh!!) so i thought this would be a fun little piece to write for you!! i don't write nearly as much nipple worship as i should, i hope you enjoy bby!! <3

"Look Jakey, Rosie moved in!" Your thumbs swirled happily over the joysticks of your controller as you directed your little character across the screen. Jake had been sweet enough to hook up your Switch to the big TV in the living room, allowing you to show off your game as he held you contently in his lap.

"Rosie," the blonde repeated after you as he saw the indigo cat pop up on the screen. "She's so cute, baby. Her house is so pretty!" His efforts to follow along and engage with what you were showing him were endearing, but his gentle hands creeping up to rest on your sides suggested he might have more in mind than just an innocent gaming session.

You giggled quietly as his teasing fingers rubbed faint circles over your tummy. "Tickles," you hummed softly as you did your best to focus on the game.

"Does it, honey?" Jake grinned, leaning his head forward to sneak in a kiss on your cheek. "You're so silly, sweetie. Just be a good girl for me and keep playin' your game, okay?" Your chest filled with butterflies as his voice dropped down to that yummy, rumbly part of his register. Watching you squirm softly beneath his gaze, Jake smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing to you; turning you to water in his hands was something he took great pleasure in.

You gulped, managing a nod in response. As you did your best to continue through your on-screen tasks, the man's practiced fingers slipped silently under your shirt, pausing to give your bare belly a few loving strokes before venturing upward. He was quick to undo your bra's front clasp, pulling the garment's straps down and away from your shoulders with ease. As he brought a cool hand up to cup each of your breasts, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"J-Jakey," you mumbled, now feeling hopelessly fuzzy and distracted.

"Shhh, sweet girl," Jake murmured soothingly, working your soft skin between fingers, "don't mind me. Just playin' with you, cutie." When he brought his thumbs and pointer fingers up to begin gently pinching at your hardened nipples, you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little whimper the man behind you had ever heard.

"Oh baby..." his voice dropped even lower as he rolled your tender little knots of flesh between his fingers. His tantalizing touch sent tiny sparks shooting up through your nerves, causing heat to pool in your chest as your breaths picked up in pace.

"Jakey," you whined again, your voice wobbling as it came out just short of a plea.

The blonde chuckled at your desperation, cooing as your thighs began rubbing mindlessly together in an attempt to ease the friction building down in your core. "Okay, okay," he gave in as he reached around to take your controller from your shaky hands. "I'm done teasing, baby. You need me to carry you?" he asked knowingly, nodding in the direction of the bedroom.

[pssy-wagn]

Day 18: Drag

And this is why Castiel is a Dom/Top

[deansbeer]

dean eating you out like a man who's starved. mhm. 🤰🏻

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

warning(s) smut | oral sex ( fem receiving ) | pussy slapping | dean is a fucking tease but wbk | mild degradation | edging | rough sex | praise kink | dom!dean | dean's a lil freak & loves when reader begs for him.

it's supposed to be a lazy day. nothing to do, nowhere to go, just the two of you tangled in bed. but DEAN has never been able to keep his hands to himself when it comes to you. and now, you're spread out underneath him, a complete mess, his broad shoulders keeping your thighs pinned wide as his mouth works you over like it's his favorite fucking meal.

"dean—fuck, i can't," you whimper, your hands gripping at the sheets as his tongue flicks over your clit, slow and deliberate. he's been at it for what feels like forever, switching between sucking, licking, and teasing until you're trembling, your body so sensitive you can't think straight.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, and the cocky grin on his face makes your stomach flip. "can't?" he repeats, his voice low and playful. "nah, baby, you can. you're gonna."

you start to protest, but the words die in your throat when his fingers slide into you, curling just right, and his mouth is back on you, relentless. your hips buck against him, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but his free hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place.

"DEAN!" you cry out, your voice breaking, and that's when he does it—pulls his mouth away just enough to slap your pussy. not too hard, but enough to make you yelp, your whole body jolting at the sharp sting.

"shit," he groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches you squirm. "look at you, darlin'. so fuckin' pretty when you're like this. all worked up f'me."

"you're such an ass," you pant, glaring at him, but the heat in your voice is undercut by the way your hips roll, seeking more of his touch.

he smirks, his fingers sliding out of you only to deliver another quick slap to your slick folds, and you gasp, your back arching off the bed. "yeah?" he teases, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. "an ass who's got you drippin' all over the fuckin' sheets, baby."

"de, please," you whine, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. more of his mouth, his fingers, his cock—anything, everything.

"please what, baby?" he murmurs, kissing his way back up your body until he's hovering over you, his cock hard and heavy against your thigh. "tell me what ya want."

"you," you manage, your voice shaking. "just fuck me already."

his grin widens, and he leans down to kiss you, slow and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "thought you'd never ask," he mutters, lining himself up and sliding into you in one smooth thrust.

and just like that, your lazy day is anything but. <3

[strawlessandbraless]

Supernatural 9x22 // Stairway to Heaven

Dean can’t help but make it sexual, and Cas is like - just give me a chance

[mattzerella-sticks]

New idea for Misha's character in the Boys (that gives him the potential to join Jensen's spin-off, Vought Rising).

Dr. Frederick Vought.

I don't care if they showed a picture of Frederick Vought already it's called recasting for a reason

[moonligsposts]

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

[jollyhunter]

"Love me the way you need me" - Part 3.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ COUPLE BadWolf!Dean x SweetVixen!Reader 🍓🥃 -> MASTERLIST [Special Forces AU, SquadLeader!Dean]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WARNINGS SMUT 18+ MDNI, established relationship, age gap, dom!Dean, kinda sub!reader, needy!Dean and needy!reader, kinda claiming kink?, Dean being desperate for reassurance, fingering, overstimulation, p in v (wrap it before u tap it!), rough sex (emotional-relief sex), orgasm denial, hair pulling (light), choking (light - neck, not throat), manhandling, anal fingering, consent with safe word, praising, pet names, fluff, sweet aftercare, angst, mention of torture (flashback). POV's all over the place. No use of Y/N. Uff, rarely ever had this many tags lmao. lmk if I forgot something!

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY Dean returned home pretty rattled from the last hunt. But it's nothing some good morning sex couldn’t fix, right?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS 8k

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTE The Bad Wolf's unleashed and I got a bit carried away, so say thank you Jolly for almost 6k of pure sinful smut. Or give me a concerned side-eye along a "Jolly what the fuk". Make your pick 😌

In any case, make sure you read the warning tags before you continue! And buckle up sweeties, this gonna be an intense ride <3

Previous: Part 1. <- Part 2. <-

“I might just fuck you like I own you.”

Those simple words strung together do so much more to you than they should.

How the deep timbre of his voice carries his intentions. Dangerous, yet smooth. Like a promise, a threat and a declaration all at the same. It wraps around your mind and squeezes it in all the right ways, short-circuiting your brain and tearing down all the barriers that would keep a woman in church.

Welp. Feminism just went right out the window.

But it’s alright.

After all, Dean never owned something in his life, not even his own body.

Your body on the other hand? How could you deny him that.

“Fuck-” A jolt of arousal courses through your form, hot and cold at the same time as it rushes down your back in the form of a shiver until it hits your tingling core.

The corner of his lips pull into a satisfied grin at your reaction. Large hands slide over your curves and settle on your hips. His eyes never leaving you.

“Want me to take out my frustration on you?” he chuckles darkly and earns himself another moan of yours as your forehead drops to his shoulder and your hands slide down his neck until they find purchase at his chest. Fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.

He squeezes the flesh at your hips.

“You like the sound of that, huh?” he teases you, then tips your head to the side with his nose before he nips at your earlobe.

Your cheeks burn up, fingers tightening.

There’s a moment of silence, filled only by Dean holding your hips in place as he rolls his own up against you and lets you feel his hard cock twitch between your thighs. His thick head rubbing along your covered folds. Covered but drenched nonetheless.

That much for 'only boys have trouble to cover up their horniness'.

Dean feels it even through two layers of fabrics.

The taste of your sweet arousal wafting up into his flaring nostrils, wrapping around his tongue. He licks his lips. Hungry. Eyes darkened with pupils fully blown as they watch you from below his eyelashes.

“I think you do…”

He remarks. Patient. Lips curled up into a wolfish grin.

A shiver runs through your body as you realize how he's got you trapped.

Not just by his bruising grip on your hips. But mentally.

Right now every cell in your body is drawn to him, like he's the only one able to tame the fire that's threatening to burn you alive. The only man able to make your feral little hormone-bitch want to submit to him. Every thought, every damn urge is tainted by that raw, primal desire to be claimed by him. Marked. Used and forced into submission in the most pleasurable way.

Fuck - I want that man to ruin me.

“Y-yeah…” You admit sheepishly and dare to lift your head enough just to watch Dean’s grin widen.

“Oh yeah?"

Your exhale’s stuttering when it blows into his smug expression. His thumbs draw a tender circle across your curves, barely noticeable under the tremors that run through your body.

"Lift your arms, sweetheart,"- his hands begin to push up your pyjama's top -"Need to see you… make sure my babygirl's ready for when I take her apart.” You swallow back a whimper.

Lifting your arms with all your energy suddenly gone elsewhere, he pulls off your top with quick hands and discards it somewhere behind the couch.

“Damn, look at you,” he breaths. His eyes rake up and down your exposed top. Almost in awe. Slow, plump lips parted while he’s taking his time to make sure every dip and bump and the smallest blemishes on your skin are still the same like when he saw you last.

His warm, large hands move to the swell of your breasts, pushing them up before he dips his head down to capture your nipple between his teeth. Closing his lips to suck until he’s drawing a gasping whine from you.

He lets go again, lips lingering at the curve of your cupped tits.

“Just perfect,” he praises.

“De…” you plead his name with a shaky breath, back arched to feel every rough part of his calloused fingers moulded around your soft breasts, “Please, I wanna feel you…”

One of your hands finds its way to his hidden happy trail, reaching for his bulging boxer’s hem – but his hand comes down to grab your wrist.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he reprimands you with a crooked smile as he lets go of you and instead grips for your hips again, lifting you off of his lap.

“Turn around,” he demands and despite the whine in protest, you do as told and swing your legs over his in order to lower yourself back down on his lap, facing away from him.

“Mmh-hm, that’s it. Atta girl.”

His hands move back to your hips to pull you flush against his straining crotch, letting you feel how his covered length comes close to bury itself in the crease of ass-cheeks.

Rough finger pads rake up the inside of your thighs, bunching up the pants that are still separating him from your aching core. Inching up towards where you need him most - but only ever brushing past it. Teasing. Maybe even testing you.

It has you squirming, accompanied by soft pleading sounds tumbling off your lips as the need for his touch clouds your mind and starts to become unbearable. To the point where you feel the urge to just spin around, take over the lead and –

“Hey,” Dean snaps you out of your dazed efforts to get some relief and he tuts, "Ah-ah, don’t even think about it. Not this time, sweetheart."

Then his voice drops. Chin settled down on your shoulder, beard scratching the skin like a warning as he continues, breath hot next to your face.

“You hold still and just take whatever I give you.”

You groan with a shudder. His voice taking that familiar, damn commanding undertone that always has your heart flutter and drive your hormones into a frenzy.

The air gets caught in your throat, mumbling a quiet “y-yeah,” while your body instinctively complies and you try your damndest to not wiggle anymore from need.

His teeth graze the junction of your neck as he hums, pleased.

“Now, lemme get that pussy ready... stretch ‘er nice and wide for me.”

One of his arms suddenly slings around your chest, gripping onto the crook of your neck on the opposite side, before he pulls you back. A gasp escapes you when he suddenly pins you to his chest, the back of your head now resting on his hard shoulder. He holds you in a tight lock with his arms enveloping you from behind while his free hand trails over your hipbone, where it dips into your pyjama pants.

A hitch in your breath marks the moment when you feel his fingertips ghost past your clit and bury their way down towards your heat. Two thick fingers part your folds, the slick coating them as they push past your entrance and up into your soft walls without a warning.

A guttural moan erupts from your chest, hips jerking at the feeling of his long thick index and middle finger sinking deep inside you. The roll of his hand smooth and controlled.

Dean’s muscles flex in response. His left arm’s grip around your chest’s tightening enough for you to writhe in his embrace without giving in an inch.

“So wet ‘n tight for me…” he mutters hoarsely.

Slowly he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. Smooth, as your arousal allows him to slip them along your soft walls.

“Taking‘em just like that…”- He curls his fingers, coaxing a whine out of you - “Somebody’s hungry down there, huh?”

Slouching sounds fill the living room as he increases his speed. Your breath growing ragged.

Soft moans start to roll off your tongue. Body’s twitching and hips bucking under his ministrations. Fingers bury into his exposed thighs, nails biting his skin and drawing a sharp hiss of his as they leave red marks in their wake.

“Or maybe you just need more,” he says in a smug tone.

There’s no escaping him when he suddenly jams a third finger into your tight cunt, pronouncing the action with an extra rough thumb-flick over your swollen clit. Your head falls further back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering close, lips parted to make way for desperate and breathless whines as a shudder whacks your body. The feeling of his fingers filling you up, it’s blissfully and yet on the brink of too much.

“F-fuck– Dean– p-please–”

Your walls clench in protest around the additional digit. Trembling thighs clamp together in reflex, trying to push his hand away.

But Dean doesn’t relent.

“Shhh… it's okay... you can take it... just hold on a lil’longer for me, baby, we're getting there…” - he coos softly, while his strong arm digs down between your thighs and pries them open again – "that’s it, keep ‘em nice and open for me…"

And instead of giving you a moment to adjust to the overwhelming stretching of your tight channel, he starts to push his fingers all the way inside, making sure to rake his fingertips over your spongy spot as he drags them back down. Then pushes them back inside, scissoring them once he’s knuckles deep again.

“Oh God-” you almost scream, the sound a pathetic breathless one. Out of your view, his lips pull into a satisfied grin.

Dean revels in the way you respond to him. How he can drive you to the edge and make you shatter, while you’re trapped in his arms, so he can catch you and piece you back together right after you’ve fallen apart.

“Mmm- That’s it baby,” he praises, hot breath blowing next to your ear where his chin’s resting, and from where his half-lidded eyes are trained on you.

While he pumps his fingers, he drags the heel of his hand across your bundle of nerves, enough for you to shudder and jerk your hips involuntarily, chasing the friction and trying to escape it the same time.

“D-De-” you start to plead but choke on it as another sound gets torn form the back of your throat.

You jolt and whine at the overwhelming stimulation on both your most sensitive spots. Dean quickly goes to sooth you when he slides his other hand down and over your collarbone where he captures one of your tits in his hands, massaging it with your nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“I know it’s a lot but you can take it, you’re doing so well…”

He nibbles at your jawline, the sensation sharp and burning from the prickly stubbles that rub across your soft skin.

“Ya’re such a good girl for me. So proud of ya.”

A shiver of pleasure courses through your body. The knot in your stomach tightening more with every stroke of his fingertips down your walls.

“I- I’m close-” you whimper, your breath coming in short quick bursts now. Body shaking like currents of electricity run through it.

He twists his wrist to make you whine at the sudden new angle as he increases the pace, his three fingers pumping inside you while now his thumb flicks over your clit.

Every muscle tenses under his onslaught, squirming in his strong arms - all in vain. His strength easily outmatches you, keeping you at his mercy like a bunny trapped in the jaws of a wolf.

“You’re doing so well… and making so pretty noises... letting me stretch you so deep for me...”

The hand squeezing your tits trails up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around the underside of your jaw, his thumb gliding across your jawline to rest on your cheek. His grip’s gentle, but controlled, enough to guide your head further back for him and forcing your whimpers into a strangled moan at the arch of your neck.

“Cum for me,” he orders gruffly, his nose and lips pressed against your cheekbone, “I won’t stop ‘till you’ve fallen apart. C’mon, let go for me, little vixen.”

The sound of his voice along his merciless ministrations has you fall over the edge with a shaky groan. Your body goes stiff right before the shockwaves crash down on you, driven to a maximum by Dean’s relentless thrusts despite your walls clamping down on his fingers, helping you ride out your high.

Once your body stops twitching, it melts into his, your back supported by his chest while you slide back down his lap.

He presses a kiss to your temple, praising you once again. “You did so well for me.” Then guides his drenched fingers past your head and to his lips where he licks and sucks them clean. Tasting you with a soft groan as he swallows. ���So fuckin’ good. Missed your taste on my lips, baby – just nothin’ like it.”

You hum. Your eyes fluttered close. Slowly catching your breath as your heart slows down to a steady beat again - until Dean suddenly scoops you up bridal style, your half-naked body limp in his tight hold.

“Can’t wait to be inside you, sweetheart.” He mutters, his voice a notch lower and rougher than before.

An exhausted smile spreads across your sleepy face – but it quickly breaks as a surprised gasp slips your lips. Dean had moved to kneel on the couch and taken you with him where he tossed you onto your stomach in one swift move.

“On your hands and knees.” he orders.

A shiver runs down your back and right to your still overstimulated and burning core.

Without waiting for your response, his fingers hook under the hem of your pyjama pants and he yanks them down your spread out legs in one motion. Pulled over your ankles and sent flying, the pants land somewhere in the fleck of warm morning light framing the fuzzy rug of the living room.

Shakily you lift yourself to your hands and knees, head tilted back just in time to watch Dean pulls his boxer down and over his morning wood.

His cock springs free, thick and hard in all its glory. Precum leaks from his pink tip while he strokes himself a few times, his darkened eyes locking onto yours as he catches you biting your lower lip with a look of lust.

“Missed my bad boy?”

“Yeah,” you breath weakly, eyes fixed on how he touches himself and begins to line up behind your rear. He rubs his head up and down your dripping folds, coating himself with your slick.

“Damn, look at you… you’re soaking me… such a needy little thing.” A shudder shakes your weak limbs and you sway for a moment, but Dean keeps a tight hold on you, steadying you.

“All for you,” you hum.

“Just for me, huh? Lucky bastard I am… Gonna make you feel so good…” Dean mutters while his hands squeeze your soft globes. You groan, press your ass further into his touch. He props up an arm on the headrest and leans down until he’s looming over you and his head is next to yours.

“Now about that offer of yours…” he growls next to your ear, each word rumbling in a deep tone that has your heart stutter with a moan, “You gonna be my sweet little girl and just take it... Let me use you while I fuck you deep ‘n hard just the way I need it, got it?” You nod in response, voice somewhere lost between dizziness and arousal.

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you and plants a wet kiss behind your ear.

His lips linger there for a moment longer, his voice dropped to a soft murmur like he’s just sharing a secret with you. “You let me know when it’s too much.”

“Yeah,” You assure him, hips wiggling under him as you continue in a sultry purr, “Want you, De…” He groans at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”

He moves his knee between your thighs to push them further apart. When you feel the tip of his thick length press against your entrance, your hips involuntarily jerk away. Still feeling overstimulated and sensitive.

His hand comes to rest on your lower back. Palm heavy, fingers splayed out to get control over your hips movements as he guides your hips back in place.

“Shhh-shhh,” he coos, pressure increasing just enough to make you hold still, “I got you. Just relax…“

With one swift move of his hips, he pushes his cock down your walls, burying himself without giving you much time to adjust. The tight fit pulls a shaky groan from the back of your throat, fingers curling into the plush of the couches cushions. He feels hard. Pulsing and twitching with need. And yes, he's bigger than average, and even though you are used to his size by now, the borderline painful stretching around his length is still overwhelming every time.

Dean stills for a moment, easing in the last inches of his thick girth. Once he bottoms out, he allows himself to let out a guttural groan of his own.

“God- you’re so tight. Feelin’ so good around me…”

He begins to draw his cock back along your walls before he pushes back inside. The tension has your thighs twitch and tuck your chin to your collarbone as you instinctively arch your back for him.

“Mmh-hmm, that’s it…” The grip on your hip tightens while one of his hands starts to trail the path of your spine up towards your head.

Then his hand stills. Fingers suddenly feather-light as they hover over your neck. Out of your sight, his eyes close briefly.

He has to remind himself that his hands are capable of more than brutal violence. That his fingers can do more than hold a blade or pull a damn trigger, more than torture and cause pain… but that they can elicit pleasure. Can make you feel good. Like no one else can.

A shaky exhale leaves his nose, almost imperceptible as he tries to calm his inner voices.

But enough for you to pick up on his hesitation.

“Go on,” you reassure him in a low whisper and you could swear you heard him curse inwardly for letting you notice.

He doesn’t say a word, his actions speaking for themselves.

His fingers wrap around the nape of your neck. Slow and steady. While his eyes are wild like a wolf’s and his voice's rumbling like a hungry growl, his rough hands’ touch is always gentle with you. Deliberate. Powerful. Perhaps enough to leave its marks for the coming day. But never more than what he knew you liked or he could answer for.

His grip’s firm enough to push your face into the couch. Nowhere close to obstruct your airflow, just enough to let you feel his strength and the control he has over your body.

The other hand slides up your spine until his fingers splay out between your shoulder blades. He leans forward, the pressure of his weight guiding you downward and pressing your chest flush into the leather.

The way he strips you of any control, allowing you to completely let go without thinking – it has you mewl, the leather muffling the sinful sound.

“You like it when I hold you down, babygirl?” His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck. His heavy hands force the air out of your lungs, strangling your answer into a shuddering whimper.

The cold metal of his dogtags press into your back. Clinging around his neck with the chain sticking to your damp skin.

A sudden stronger thrust has the necklace rattle, the tags smack back into his chest and the air knocked out of you. Your legs buckle for a moment and your walls contract, your soft heat moulded around his girth like the perfect puzzle piece. He groans, fingers briefly digging into the skin of your neck.

“That’s it – ” he rasps out, “Feeling so damn good all tight n’ clenched around my cock, like you’re just made for me, aren’t you?”

Another thrust that has your legs buckle.

“Letting me use you like my own little toy.” Dean starts to mutter between ragged breaths, voice strained and rough.

You shudder and whimper from his words as you feel yourself trapped under him, keeping you pinned down. His muscles flexing to keep you at his mercy. And shoulder blades jump to adjust his weight above you.

Fingertips rough from a lifetime of hunting find purchase in your perfect skin while the heels of his palms press into your hipbones.

You hiss.

Your soft flesh’s caught between them as he rakes his fingers back to collect every bit of the plump flesh he can find. Dean’s grip twitches into a bruising sensation, the sharp sting mixing with your pleasure.

Then he pulls you back to meet his next thrust. Harder.

A sharp gasp ripples through your breath, close to a whine.

„C’mon now, let’s see how much you can take.”

The words are coated in mockery, licking at the back of your neck.

It makes you shudder.

From arousal as much as that sweet trepidation of what he’s going to do, as you can practically feel the smug smile mere inches behind you. The silent promise hanging in the air; he won’t stop until he has wrecked you. Turned you into a quivering, whimpering mess underneath him. Claimed every inch of you.

Dean leans back again, his other hand keeping a bruising grip on your hip.

The pressure on your neck suddenly eases as his fingers begin to thread through your locks, taking a fistful. He tugs your head up by the hair, making you arch your back and your hips cant, deepening the tight angle for him.

“Imma make sure you feel every inch of me. Make you cum so damn hard you’ll forget your own name.”

You whine, lips parted as he begins to knock sounds out of you which would rival a porno’s. He sets a brutal pace, each snap of his hips meeting yours with desperate and primal need.

The pleasure builds quickly, driving you closer to the edge with every time he slams back inside.

Soon your arms and legs begin to shake and you find yourself squirming under his bruising grip. Clawing at the leather, breath ragged and laced with desperate mewls as you feel your next orgasm build up in record time.

Writhing, your limbs begin fighting his grip as the knot coils unbearingly.

“Nuh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere, sweetheart,” he warns gruffly.

The hand tangled up in your hair slides to the nape of your neck, where the pressure increases again, just enough to push your face back into the couch and hold you in place.

“Stay.” he orders.

You hit the cushion with a sound of protest, but it quickly turns into a cry as he makes sure to hit your sensitive spot now. He’s feeling you getting close to the edge, his pace never faltering.

“De- please-” you plead, not even knowing for what at this point. All you know is the knot in your stomach’s threatening to burst any moment, the strangled cushion evidence from your desperate grip.

“It’s okay, let go baby,” he husks out, his voice strained from the effort to keep up his pace, determined to make you shatter beneath him once more, “I got ya."

When your body’s contorting, it takes all of his will to not cum along you as your walls begin to contract around his cock, the next round of shockwaves rippling through your body as you fall apart beneath him.

Your body twitches and convulses against his relentless grip, his deliberate strokes along your g-spot pulling sounds of ecstasy from the back of your throat.

Dean talks you through it, muttering words of praise somewhere above you.

Once you’ve come down from your climax, muscles going limp, covered with a sheen layer of sweat and hair stuck to your damp skin, you try to wiggle out of his grip – but Dean doesn’t ease up.

“Where do ya think you're going?” he asks and you still. His eyes narrowed, lips curled into a smug smirk.

“'M not done with you, sweetheart. Not in a long shot. You gonna be a good girl for me and take whatever I give you, ‘till I’m satisfied. Got that?”

A shiver runs down your spine. One that’s accompanied by sparks as it hits your core, eliciting a ball of unbridled, primal lust that has your hips suddenly buck like a bitch in heat. It was kinda pathetic. But you couldn’t care less. The fact that Dean knows just how much of a turn on this entire power play is, makes him all the more dangerous. And gives you all the more room to let him do just what you want.

Dean’s hips meanwhile stilled. Cock still buried deep inside you, pelvis pressed flush against your ass-cheeks.

He waits for your answer, for any trace of your safeword. His strong hands hold you in place, not wavering, but his fingertips betray him as they begin to subtly rub across your quivering muscles at your neck.

“Oh God…” you finally pant the answer, breath shaky, fingernails denting the leather surfaces, “Y-yeah- yeah I’ll be good, promise…” And you would probably do anything to be good for him right now. Anything to have him go on.

As much as you liked the thought of surprising him by flipping him over, to take control and make the bad wolf whine between your thighs as you did so often – this feels too good to grab for the reigns. Hell, he can have you all saddled, straddled, riding crop and tied to the pole if that means he’ll hold onto control and fucking use it against you.

“Mmm-hm, Attagirl” he hums satisfied, the tone low and rumbling as the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin takes over the room again.

You find yourself bite the pillow, not willing to entertain your neighbours with the downright sinful sounds he’s fucking out of you now.

“That’s it… Take it.” he grunts.

Dean suddenly leans forward, dogtags dropped to your back once again as he shifts his weight onto your hips, pushing them down and flush into the leather before his tongue swipes a trail along the line of your neck. Tasting your sweat, salty and thick with the smell of sex. A shuddering breath leaves you as he forces you into the new position.

His heavy breaths and gravel grunts fill your ear, his nose buried in your hair now.

“You feel so good, baby… taking me so well… doing so good for me… ‘m so proud of you…” He mutters and you whimper more in response before he straightens his back again to rock his hips in a better, deeper angle.

Damp clumps of his hair glisten against the warm morning light that has flooded the living room. Droplets cling to them. Until some stray beads of sweat form at the tips of his hair, before they drop to the back of your neck with every thrust. Cool as they hit your skin and slide down along your quivering form.

“Fuck - I missed you.” Dean rasps the words out between ragged breaths.

Another snap of his hips and he drops forward to meet your back with his chest. His forearms slam down on the couch next to your shoulders each as he catches his weight, the deck wobbling beneath you while his hands are seeking out yours.

The dogtags’ metal jingles as it finds purchase between your shoulder blades. His body’s weight is pressing into you, hot and heavy as you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He nuzzles the back of your head, his large hands covering yours, intertwining his fingers to give you a gentle squeeze. Grounding not only you but also himself. And revelling in the intimacy of the moment.

“...so goddamn much,” he continues in a raw tone, the admission half-way muffled by your hair that’s caught between his lips and nose.

Thankfully he slowed his pace to a lazy drag of his hips, allowing you to catch your breath just enough to murmur back to him.

“Me too – missed you so much… missed this, missed feeling you.” A hoarse moan gets bitten back by him, mouth dipping down to your neck, where the next sound gets caught between your flesh that’s pinched between his teeth.

You hiss from the sharp pain mixing with pleasure, and he quickly swipes his tongue across the bite mark to soothe the irritated spot at the well of your neck.

“God… you’re so perfect.” he sighs, the words half-way swallowed by the love-bites he’s littering your neck with, “Couldn’t wait to come home… Come back to you… Thought I’d go fuckin’ crazy with you on my mind all the time.”

His arms shift closer, like he’s seeking your touch with every inch of his body. Boxing you in from both sides. His warm hands still cover yours, holding onto them as his head moves next to yours again, his beard scraping the sensitive skin with every hot breath that wafts down at you. Then his mouth presses against the shell of your ear.

“I’m all yours. You know that, right? Nobody gets to feel me like you do,” he murmurs, voice desperate and raw, the way only you were allowed to hear it, “And you’re all mine… ain’t that right?”- He nibs at your earlobe like a playful wolf - “Is my sweet little vixen only mine?”

The sound of him makes you melt, has you rub your body against his like a cat, arch your back into his broad form that’s caging you in beneath him as his muscles cover you from all sides in a protective way. His thighs straddling yours, his length buried inside you to the hilt, with his heavy body draped over yours.

It feels perfect. Like it's exactly where you belong.

Yes, Dean was rugged. He often acts annoyed and grumpy. He plays the perfect role of the hardened soldier he’s been raised to be. He’s overprotective to a fault and he comes off like a dominant wolf who bares his teeth at anyone who just as much as looks at you the wrong way.

But that’s only one side of his. And he’s very selective about who gets to see his other side. About who he lets in and who he keeps out.

You, he let in. Dean Winchester chose you to be closest to him, next to his brother.

And Dean craves you. Desperately. He’s hungry for you, for your touch, your praise, your love. And the moment your lips had caught his, you knew you’d spend the rest of your life giving him just that.

“Dean…” You say softly, the following words meant to be an intimate admission as much as a sultry turn on – and those two intentions mixed into a oddly satisfying, husky tone of yours that sends a shiver down his spine, “I’m only yours. All of me. And right now I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Damn, that came out sluttier than you had intended.

But his reaction was bloody worth it.

“Fuck…” Dean groans at your words, the sound coming from the depths of his chest as it vibrates against your back. His pace’s faltering and his head’s dropping to your shoulder.

You hum satisfied at his reaction.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath. But then suddenly shifts above you with seemingly newfound determination.

Without giving you a chance to react, Dean pulls you up by your hips and onto your hands and knees again. Then draws a gasp from your lungs when he angles your hips and makes your back arch.

"Need to claim every damn inch of you. Won't stop before you're a mess. Promise, sweetheart.” His voice dips into a deep timbre, the words as much a promise as a threat.

Sometimes you wonder where the hell he gets his stamina from. Sure, he was a seasoned hunter and a well trained squad leader - but don't men have like some regeneration timer going on?

Apparently Dean's an exception, because every thrust that follows is as powerful as his first.

The new, deep angle knocks the air out of you, has your fingers cling to the edge of the pillows and your legs tremble as he begins to rail you into the couch with a force that sends ripples through your muscles and pulls screams from your chest.

Once again you feel the pleasure building, hot and burning, your exhausted body overwhelmed from the immense pleasure he's hammering into you.

“Oh fuck- Dean-”

His name leaves your mouth in form of a guttural moan that gets knocked out of you, thanks to him pushing back in and hitting that spongy spot over and over to make you see stars.

It's loud. It's messy. Sweat and slick and spit cover your bodies. The cushions smell like sex, the couch smells like sex - hell the entire living room seems to be pumped with thick, hot air, the pure lust of yours mingling and clinging to it.

You could swear you even hear Dean bite back a whimper in reaction to the outright pornographic sounds that he’s drawing from you.

It doesn't take long until you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten again with every punch, with every slap of his balls against your slick folds.

But your clit is pulsing and aching for attention as well.

Without thinking, you angle your shoulders and snake an arm below your body – but your wrist gets caught and swiftly pinned to the small of your back, the movement smooth and precise, like he’s disarming an enemy.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” he chides, the deep, firm sound like fangs raking down your neck in a warning, “I’m in control. You keep your hands right here.”

He marks his last word with a squeeze around your wrist before he lets go to pull your other hand up, placing it next to it where he locks them with his fingers curled around them like a vice.

Your chest and face drop back into the cushions when he pulls your arms behind your back, a mewl of protest leaving your mouth.

“Are you gonna behave now?”

You still and grumble something into the pillow.

He squeezs his hand around your delicate wrists, followed by a pointed thrust that has you groan into the pillow.

You hesitate. Then answer with your lower lip pulled back and tugged under your teeth as you mumble a begrudging. “Yeh… Sorry…”

“What was that?”

The grip on your hip dissipates before a quick swat across your butt cheek has you yelp in surprise.

“Hm?”

“O-okay,” you whine, although the sound’s oddly close to a giggle as you find yourself almost breaking character, “I’m sorry! I’ll be fucking good, promise – but please don’t stop.”

“Damn,” he says, patting your burning ass. You can hear him laughing, but he’s trying not to. “Now look at this, so the vixen can listen.”

He leans down to place a tender kiss to the nape or your neck. “That's what I like to hear. Now be good for me...”

His hand leaves your wrists, trusting you that you'll keep them there, while he trails down between your legs where he captures your swollen nub between his calloused fingertips and flicks the rough pads over it. That motion earns him a groan from yours, hips bucking involuntarily.

Meanwhile his other hand moves to slide down your ass, his finger sliding over your back entrance where he spreads a dribble of his spit.

A shudder goes up your spine, your body tensing in anticipation as you feel him circle the tight ring. Then pushes just the tip of his thumb inside, fingers splayed out above your ass to control his pressure.

“Ffuuck,” you groan and your legs buckle for a moment, knees scraping on the couch surface in search for some grip as you press yourself further into the soft plush of the pillows.

Dean chuckles at your reaction.

“Just gotta rail you into the couch and wreck your sweet pussy. That all I have to do to make your stubborn ass listen to me every once in a while? Shoulda told me that earlier.”

You want to laugh but choke on it as his gently rocking hips pick up the pace again, hitting your sensitive spot with deadly precision while his fingers flick over your clit, all of it sending shockwaves through your entire body, like every nerve is tingling at the same time and the knot in your stomach's about to explode.

The couch shudders against the floor, its legs scraping along the wood with every inch he’s driving himself up your soft walls. The leather creaks under the relentless rhythm of skin meeting skin. Sounds of your wrecked body, strangled whimpers and slick squelching, fills the otherwise silent morning air along with primal grunts and groans of Dean above you.

“You feeling good?” He husks out. His one hand working on your bundle of nerves, now splayed out across your stomach to help you taking him by pulling you back against every snap of his hips.

You nod, at this point completely lost in pleasure-land. Mind dazed from the sleep that’s clung to you until not too long ago and the absolute bliss of feeling him claim you, feeling him inside you – his body all around and filling you up to the brim.

Your body begins to squirm involuntarily underneath him as he pounds into you. Fingers clawing at the leather, toes curling from the overwhelming force he drives you into the surface of the couch. The additional pressure of his finger inching its way inside your tight hole is just enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Use your words, angel… am I making you feel good?” He grounds out, “Tell me.”

“Y-yes,” you sob, “so good – you’re doing so so g-good.” Dean’s eyes flutter close at the praising words and he has to bite back a low moan.

He doesn’t have to ask you whether you’re close for the third time, he knows your body well enough. Catches every twitch and every hitch in your breath. How your sounds suddenly stutter. He can hear how your whines become more desperate, can feel how your skin quivers under his touch and your body begins to fight him.

“Hold it.” he grunts as if on cue and earns himself a whine of protest as you find yourself teetering on the edge, “Not yet,” he adds and before you get to react, he suddenly pulls out from both of your holes and flips you over.

Your head’s now comfortably resting against the armrest, your back supported by the cushions, while Dean’s hips slide back between your thighs.

“Need to see you,” he mutters the silent admission while he shoves your legs apart and lines up again, “Wanna see you fall apart underneath me.”

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Then pushes back inside in one smooth motion, both his hands gripping your hips to pull you flush against him as he buttoms out, like he wants to make sure that every last inch of him has stretched you to the maximum around his cock.

His thumb goes to flick over your aching bud again, his fingers splayed across your stomach where he can feel a small bulge as a result of him filling you up.

A guttural sound ripples through your body. Your thighs twitch, legs resting on his hipbones as you wrap them around him to pull him in deeper.

His darkened green eyes travel up to meet yours, his voice a raw whisper, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Not being able to hold back any longer, your hands wiggle free from his grip and dart up to grab him by his necklace, pulling him down until your lips capture his in a passionate and yet affectionate kiss.

Dean not only groans but whimpers against your mouth. His free hand searches yours, fingers slipping between your knuckles to lock them tightly together.

He starts to rock his hips again. This time slow but deep, making sure to push you over the edge this time, each move deliberate and sensual.

He pulls out of the kiss, another groan slipping him as your hand comes up to tangle into his hair and your teeth pull at his lower lip, trapping him. But he doesn’t protest, not planning to go anywhere anyway. His forehead drops to rest against yours, both damp from a thin sheen of sweat.

His gaze locks onto yours, holding it while he drives his cock up your walls and feels his own climax building. Feeling your walls shimmering around him as its reaching its tipping point.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs huskily, the words only inches from yours as they leave his lips, squeezing your hand as he gently guides it next to your head. “Let go now… fall apart for me one last time.”

And you do, your body writhing in his embrace before you shatter for a third time. The waves of ecstasy crashing down on you as your nails dig into his skin, toes curling and back arching into him.

“Fuck- yes,” he rasps out, driving his throbbing cock inside you for some more as he’s chasing his own orgasm, before his hips stutter and he follows you over the edge, spilling his warm cum inside you.

Dean collapses on top of you, his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his damp hair sticks to your skin. After a second of catching his breath, he rolls off of you, afraid he’ll crush you beneath him.

His arm quickly wraps around your shoulder to pull you flush against his side, making sure you don’t tumble off the edge of the couch as he's taking in most of the space now.

He angles is head to press a kiss to your hair before he shifts to rest his chin on your crown and you hum contently.

After a moment of both of you regaining your breaths, heart beats slowing down to a normal pace, Dean suddenly breaks the silence.

“I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” He asks, his focus somewhere past the ceiling before they trail down to meet yours.

You shake your head, “It was perfect, babe. You felt amazing.” You reply with a reassuring smile. His eyebrows twitch together, just for a split second.

“You’d tell me if I did, right?”

“Of course I would,” you turn to scratch his beard which has his eyes flutter close. You continue with a soft smile, “We haven’t got 'Cherry Pie' as a safeword for nothing… Not that I’d ever need it.”

He nods once, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, right, right.”

Your fingers trail up and down his jawline. Slow and soothing. Your head’s resting on his upper arm while your other hand moves to draw circles on his lower arm that’s draped across your chest, heavy and relaxed. The exhaustion’s slowly taking over him now as his head grows heavier against yours and you feel his breaths slow down.

Dean melts into your calming touch. The way you’re drawing invisible patterns, how your fingernails ghost across his skin, slowly trailing up and down his arm.

He twitches slightly when the motions become more frantic. More demanding. A hiss escapes him. The gentle skimming of nails suddenly turned into a sharp sensation as they begin to dig into his skin.

Bite it. Eat it. Then break it.

Carving right through his flesh, as the cool edge cuts all the way down to his bone.

His face contorts into a pained grimace.

Small hands are clawing at his arm. While he carves screams out of it. The blade’s size bigger than the little limbs he trails the metal’s tip along. The steady motion filling the room with blood-curdling sounds, even for a hunter.

His jaw clenches and his breath quickens.

Memories flash across his inner eye. And voices of his own past self mix with the constant cries of a girl ringing in his ears.

“Out of all the hostages that son of a bitch has to ride a kid.”

"Damnit."

“And of course, out of all of those black-eyed sons of bitches only that one has the intel we need.”

“Dean, we’re running out of time. You can’t save the girl but we can save the rest of the hostages,” Sam keeps talking in his ear.

…

“Yeah- yeah you’re right.”

Dean’s body twitches.

Then his heartbeat stutters as he feels his fingers curl around the handle of the blade. His eyes slowly trail down to meet the girls wide eyes.

He did the right thing, didn’t he?

No, that’s bullshit.

It was a goddamn kid after all. No more than 6 or 7, he guessed. Somewhere in there was a scared little girl and it had to watch a man torture her because that demon just wouldn’t spit the numbers he needed to hear.

The girls small hand suddenly reaches out and Dean finds himself frozen up as she pierces right through his ribcage.

She begins to wrap her tiny fingers around his heart, tightening. His lungs seem to collapse as his entire chest is caving in around her grip.

He gasps for air, but all he can do is choke on the black smoke that’s blocking his airways.

“It was all for nothing.” the girl says flatly, “You screwed up, Winchester.”

“I - I didn’t mean to-”

She suddenly twists her grip on his heart – he groans from pain and drops to his knees so that he’s on eye-level with her now. “You think you still need this?” She squeezes his pumping organ and he doubles over, whimpering a strangled apology.

“I didn't think so.”

Then yanks it out.

Dean gasps for air, hand clapsed over his heart and his head jerks to the side as he jolts awake from his brief moment of having dozed off.

You startle at his sudden movement.

And even though he quickly goes to cover his face with his hand, as he rubs the spot between his eyebrows like he’s getting a headache, the flash of panic in his eyes didn’t escape you.

“Dean..? You alright?” You pause and try to coax his hand down to meet his eyes, “You had a nightmare..?”

“Nah, 'm fine.”

You frown at his obvious lie.

“You want to talk about what happened on your last hunt now..?”

He sighs your name, his expression growing stern, “You know I can’t tell you more about it.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You both know the answer to that. Of course he could talk with you about it. You work for Sam for Pete’s sake, there’s hardly any Intel you didn’t have access to.

“Look, I-” he cuts himself short, runs a hand down his mouth, his eyes closing for a moment before he manages to soften his tone, “Let’s not ruin the moment. Okay?”

You could point out now that talking about it might help. That sex for grounding him and helping him cope was all good and fine, but that wouldn’t change the fact that he still wouldn’t let you take part in his burdens and that whatever he went through, is still stuck in his head.

But Dean wasn’t one to respond well to prodding and you didn’t want him to clam up again or risk another argument.

“Yeah, okay…” you decide to not push him any further, “Will you at least let me treat that damn cut?” You lift an eyebrow as you gingerly brush his blemished cheek with your fingertip.

He rolls his eyes at your question and smacks his lips.

“Who made you nurse of the squad, missy?” He jabs sarcastically. You scoff-chuckle, muttering something along the lines of “Stubborn idiot” under your breath.

Dean’s annoyance dissipates when he feels your hand pull back from his arm and he quickly closes his fingers around your wrist, head tilted to look down into your eyes. “Come on, sweetheart… I’m home, ain’t I? Will you just let me enjoy my time with my girl?”

“Maybe,” you feign a pout and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but then your lips melt into a grin, “If you clean the crime scene between my legs.”

Dean rolls his eyes with an amused huff, pushing himself up and climbing over you, “Right, cleaning service coming right up.”

“I wanna live between your legs.” He groans softly, the sound close to a choked back whine.

Dean’s on his chest, settled between your thighs as he’d cleaned you with a warm cloth before and is now enjoying the view of your pretty pussy.

His half-lidded eyes trail up to meet yours, watching him from across your breasts.

“Afraid I don’t come for free.” You giggle and rake your hand through his still damp hair while you quip, “You gotta pay me rent for that.”

“Damn,” he huff-chuckles, his prickly stubbles scratching your inner thigh as he rests his cheek against it. “You gonna make me a broke man, sweetheart. What’s it cost, hm?”

You think for a moment, and Dean’s emerald eyes watch you closely from the spot between your legs where he’s nestled in.

“A kiss.” You hum.

“A kiss? That all?” He asks with a crooked grin. “I’ve got plenty of those in store.”

He rolls his broad shoulders to settle his body further into the warmth between your spread legs, before he places a soft kiss on the inside of your left thigh. Then quickly pinches the flesh between his teeth to make you squeak.

“See?” He mutters and peers up at you again, cheekiness tugging at his tired smile. But you smirk and roll your eyes.

“I want one every morning, every afternoon and every night before bed.” You add with a weak attempt at something that was meant to come across as playful. But Dean doesn’t fail to pick up on the vulnerability of it. The hidden motive.

His expression sobers up.

You want him to come back home safely. Every damn day.

The air between you has shifted in an instant. The casual banter suddenly transformed into something much more intimate, something vulnerable which gnaws at the deep connection you share. Something neither of you wanted to voice out loud.

But it was clear as day as it sat in the room with you two, weighing on both of your shoulders.

The ugly truth. A constant reminder of the fragility of your happiness.

And worst was, he knew it was a weight he couldn’t take away from you.

Lying to you, making hollow promises – none of those things would make it any less painful if fate decided to throw a curveball at you. And yet...

Your fingers threaded into his locks come to rest at the side of his head. He instinctively leans into your hand. Wants to commit it to his memory forever; the feeling of your soft touch, not only physical… but also the way you’re caressing his broken soul. With so much unconditional love – which he was convinced he didn’t deserve a fraction of.

“I- I’ll try,” he husks out. Voice raw, and more vulnerable than he’d liked it.

But it was you, he could lower his walls with you. At least a little.

He holds your gaze, and just for once, his eyes glaze over with a glimpse at his deeply burrowed fear, “Y'know I’ll always come back to you, right? Whatever it takes. Promise.”

He knew it was a lie.

But worst was, he saw past the smile that spread across your face, meant to reassure him;

You knew it too.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTE And that's a wrap! Sorry for the angsty ending. I literally added it just two minutes before posting it (pls don't hate me). But I don't know what to think of how this last chapter turned out lmao. Not me rewriting this like a hunderd times. 💀 I hope it turned out enjoyable nonetheless. <3

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