#dom dean Winchester

[annmariethrush]

While I have a general preference for Top!Cas/Bottom!Dean, I’m not really all that picky— same with Alpha/omega, whatever is fine normally. But older Dean and younger Cas and Dom!Dean/sub!Cas are both such absurd concepts to me that it’s difficult or not worth getting over to read something. Nothing about Dean is dom, bless his heart. He is so impressively a sub that it’s not even funny. And don’t get me started on Cas

[winchesterride]

And since I already asked that I wanted to know the same about dom and sub relationship in wincest

I have I slightly preference for sub Sam 'cause he'd do anything Dean asked for, but then so would Dean so I do read both and like to understand the author reasons for that

How about you guys

[deanwinchesterscherrypie]

Inescapable

Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub

Summary:

(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.

Words: 3,919

Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment

Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester

Notes: Read here on ao3! Full Kinktober Masterlist. I hope you enjoy :)

Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing. 

The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that. 

On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet. 

So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home. 

You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra. 

You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since. 

You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be. 

You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean. 

We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW

It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….

Yes, sir. 

You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change. 

You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie. 

Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen. 

Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen. 

“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his. 

“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up. 

“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why. 

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.�� 

“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away. 

“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate. 

“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”

“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence. 

The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink. 

“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.

“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.

“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.

Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands. 

“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.

“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.

“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.

“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands. 

“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement. 

“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.” 

“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.

“Oh, do you want me to touch you?” 

“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch. 

He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. 

“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear. 

“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.

“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.” 

You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while. 

“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass. 

“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear. 

“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling. 

“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face. 

“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip. 

“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in. 

“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand. 

“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you. 

“Yes, sir.” 

He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon. 

“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more. 

Smack. You just want him to touch you. 

Smack. You’re getting desperate. 

Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging. 

Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.

Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts. 

Smack. Almost there. 

Smack. You’re going to come. 

“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry. 

“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently. 

“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg. 

“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you. 

“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you. 

One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before. 

Two. That one is going to leave a mark. 

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.” 

“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.” 

You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle. 

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.” 

“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock. 

“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs. 

“Please.” You push your hips up to him. 

“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt. 

“Please touch me.” You ask. 

“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light. 

“Yes, sir.” 

And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot. 

“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples. 

You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure. 

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on. 

“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed. 

“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you. 

He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement: 

Property of D.W. 

“Carve your name into my bedpost.”  

You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift. 

[hintsofhoney]

Attitude Adjustment: Part Two

Pairing(s): Dom!Dean Winchester x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: After a long and silent drive you finally arrive back at the bunker, nervous yet excited about what Dean has in store for you.

Tags: 18+, dom/sub dynamic, sir kink, orgasm denial, rough sex

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Anndddd here’s part two. Comments and reblogs mean the world and keep me writing, so thank you for them!

You can also read me on Ao3!

↤ PART ONE

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

The trunk of the Impala slamming is what woke you from your deep sleep. You rubbed your eyes and looked out the window that you had been leaning against, the bunker coming into focus as you blinked a few times. You yawned and stretched your arms out, struggling to fully wake up. You glanced at the bunker again and your stomach twisted into a knot as you remembered that you were in some big trouble with Dean. You sighed and looked down at your lap as you thought about what was waiting for you inside. You were alone in the car; you figured that Sam and Dean were bringing things inside and that Dean would come get you whenever he was done. I’m sure as hell not going in by myself, you thought to yourself, questioning what you would do if no one came to get you. Considering the fact that you now knew that Sam knew about what you and Dean were into when it came to the bedroom, you were not going to risk entering the bunker alone in case the two of you ran into each other. You sat in the Impala, staring at the backside of the passenger seat, arms crossed over your chest. You started to close your eyes again when the door opened suddenly, causing you to jump. It was Dean. You looked up at him innocently as he stared down at you, towering above you, disappointment written all over his face and his arms folded over his chest.

“Get inside. Now,” he ordered, and you nodded as you made your way out of the car. These were the first words Dean had said to you since you had been over his knee, almost 6 hours ago. You could feel his eyes watching your ass as he walked behind you, following you into the bunker. You made your way straight to the bedroom, passing Sam who was reading a book at the table. The two of you made awkward eye contact and Sam quickly got back to his book, but you noticed a smirk spread across his face. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, finally reaching the door to you and Dean’s bedroom after what seemed like a mile long walk. You turned the knob, stepping inside. Dean followed right behind you and closed the door loudly as he stepped into the room, leaning his back against the door. You turned around to look at him, trying your best to keep the innocent look on your face. “What the hell, Y/N?” Dean questioned angrily.

“Dean, I —”

“Save it. Strip,” Dean commanded. A knot formed in your stomach, partly due to excitement and partly due to anxiety. You obeyed, starting to take off your shoes and socks, followed by your leggings and thong. Your shirt and bra were next, and before you knew it you were standing there, completely naked, in front of a fully clothed, angry looking Dean. You crossed your arms behind your back and looked down at the cement floor. Dean made his way over to you. He huffed as you let the tips of his fingers travel all over your body, leaving goosebumps in their midst. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything but the heat in between your legs. Your body tensed up as Dean walked in circles around you, his thumb and index finger landing on one of your erect nipples, pinching it firmly. You gasped softly and Dean chuckled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your face close to his. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he hissed, and you replied with a quick, “yes, sir” and did as you were told. You got in position and arched your back a little, wanting to give Dean a full view of your pussy, which was dripping at this point. You heard him slide his shirt off over his head and then make his way over to you. You winced as he smacked your ass, the soreness of the punishment you received earlier still lingering. He gave you a smack on the other cheek, to even out the sting, making you hiss a little. “Sore?” He questioned, gently rubbing circles on your ass with his calloused hand.

“Yes, sir,” you whined, hoping he’d ease up.

“Good,” Dean growled. He walked over to the front of the bed where your head was and placed his hands on the mattress, leaning on them, his hot breath tickling your ear as he got closer to your face. “Are we going to behave from now on?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered. Your walls clenched, begging for something to fill them. The more Dean spoke in his low, angry, commanding voice, the more you wanted him to fuck you senseless. Dean gave you one more smack on your ass before he crawled onto the bed behind you. You let out a small whine as Dean leaned over you, his denim-clad bulge hovering right above your pussy. He let his hands explore your body, his fingers finding your mouth. He slipped his index and middle finger in, and you sucked and swirled your tongue around them, as you would if his cock were in their place. Dean removed his fingers from your mouth and placed your erect nipple between them and his thumb, massaging it roughly. You let out another moan. You had been horny since Dean took you over his knee in the back of the Impala, and you didn’t think you could wait any longer to be fucked. Dean grabbed your breasts roughly, one in each of his hands, and leaned over you again. “If anything other than ‘yes, sir’ comes out of your mouth again, I’ll gag you, do you understand?” He hissed in your ear. At this point, you felt as though you could have came just from Dean’s dirty talk.

“Yes sir,” you replied, trying to keep your moans at bay. Dean pulled away from your face and removed his hands from your breasts, instead using one of them to gently push your head down to the mattress and the other to gather your hands behind your back. Dean held your hands there as he used his other hand to tease you mercilessly, gliding his fingers through your wet folds. Your clit was pounding, and you were quite sure that you had never been hornier in your life. You wanted Dean inside of you so badly, and you were having a very hard time suppressing your moans. You almost let out a disappointed gasp when you felt Dean let go of your wrists, followed by a dip in the mattress, letting you know that he had gotten up. You turned your head to watch where he was going and saw him open up the drawer where the two of you kept all of your toys. Dean walked back over to you, a tie in one hand, vibrator in the other. Dean placed both the items on beside you, and you watched as he began to undo his belt and take off his jeans. His cock sprang out of his boxers as he slid them off, and you tried your best to keep your legs apart although you had the intense urge to squeeze them together at the sight. He climbed back up onto the bed in the same position he had been before he left and using the tie, he tied your hands in place behind your back. You heard the familiar buzz of the vibrator and a knot of excitement formed in your stomach. Dean leaned over you once more.

“Do not move. Do. Not. Cum.” He commanded, as he placed the vibrator on your throbbing clit. It took everything you had not to lunge forward at the contact, but you successfully held still. “Good girl,” Dean praised. He slowly inserted two fingers into you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, his fingers curling just the right amount, hitting the right spot every time he pumped into you. Your walls clenched and you could feel the heat rising in between your legs. You tried to think of anything else in the moment, knowing that if you let yourself cum now, it would be the last time for a few weeks. Your walls tightened again and just when you weren’t sure that you could take anymore, Dean removed his fingers and the vibrator at the same time in one swift motion. You suppressed a gasp, the immediate absence of both of the things that were making you feel so good caught you off guard. You allowed yourself to calm down a little bit; you took a deep breath and relaxed your muscles. As your final muscle relaxed, Dean placed the vibrator back on your clit again. The heat between your legs rose faster this time, and you were almost at your climax within 10 seconds. Dean took the vibrator off once again, right before you had been able to feel a release. You could feel yourself growing frustrated, not knowing how much longer this torture would go on. Once again, Dean placed the vibrator back on your swollen clit, and you were almost to a climax just as fast as the previous time. Dean took the vibrator off once again, leaving you a trembling mess. Dean continued doing this, bringing you to the edge, allowing you to get your hopes up, that this might be the one where he’ll let you reach your climax. After the sixth or seventh time, you were shaking, on the edge of begging Dean to let you come, even though you knew speaking without being spoken to would get you nowhere. You heard the buzzing stop, and felt Dean place the vibrator beside you. Your pussy was now sensitive beyond belief, and if you thought you were the horniest you had ever been 10 minutes ago, you were mistaken; this was the horniest you had ever been. Every inch of your body was wanting Dean to touch it. You wanted to feel him all over you, inside of you. Dean rested his hands on your ass as he teased your entrance a little more with his cock. “Beg for it,” he said, and you had been wanting to do nothing other than that for the last 20 minutes.

“Please fuck me, sir! Please. I want your cock inside of me so bad,” you pleaded, slightly wiggling your ass towards the one thing that you craved so badly. Dean obliged, finally thrusting into you, allowing you no time to adjust to his size. You did your best to suppress a yelp, remembering that the “no sounds” rule was still in place.

“You can make some noise now, baby,” Dean panted, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair in one hand and let down a smack on your ass with the other. You let out some kind of moan-scream hybrid, your walls clenching around Dean’s cock as he thrusted in and out of you. Dean grabbed the vibrator again and turned it on, placing it on your swollen clit as he continued to fuck you senseless. “Do not cum without asking,” Dean commanded between thrusts. For you, this was complete sensory overload. Between the vibrator, Dean’s cock moving in and out of you, and the fact that you had already been denied six times, you were at the edge of your climax within seconds.

“May I please cum, sir!?” You screamed, already letting yourself go.

“Good girl, yes, come for me,” Dean panted, as he continued to thrust into you. Your orgasm ripped through you, as your walls clenched around Dean’s cock. You closed your eyes and tensed up every muscle in your body so hard that you might have blacked out for a second. You continued to ride out your orgasm and a few seconds later, you felt Dean’s cock twitch inside you, his warm juices filling you up. Dean untied your wrists from behind your back before collapsing on top of you, his cock still inside of you. “Next time you act up like that, you won’t be coming,” he said matter-of-factly, as he pushed strands of hair out of your face and kissed you softly on your temple. You nodded to signal to him that you understood; you were still trying to catch your breath. Dean slowly pushed himself off of you and pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. “C’mon, let’s hop in the shower,” he said gently, helping you out of the bed.

The two of you climbed into the shower, and Dean began to wash your hair. Your arms were a little sore from them being tied up behind your back for so long.

“Y/N, you know that if I ever do something that bothers you, you can always talk to me. Being a brat gets you nowhere, clearly,” Dean said as he massaged shampoo into your scalp, using one of his hands to smack your light pink ass gently. “So, what’s up? Was it because I didn’t let you come out on the hunt with us?” Dean asked, turning you around to face him.

“Yeah, it just made me feel like you thought I wasn’t a good hunter,” you explained, as Dean wrapped you into a hug. The warm water continued to fall on the both of you, relaxing you as you rested your cheek on Dean’s chest.

“You’re a great hunter, sweetheart,” Dean assured you as he kissed your head, “I just get protective over you, especially when we don’t know what we’re walking into. I would lose myself if I ever lost you.”

“I know, I just... I want to be out there, too,” you explained.

“I get it, but, you’ve only been doing this a year or so, Y/N. And you amaze me every day with how good you are at it. But I also trained you, and I know what you’re ready for and what you’re not, and I just wasn’t comfortable bringing you someplace where we had no idea what to expect. I’m sorry if I didn’t explain that well enough.”

You hugged Dean a little tighter, letting him know that you understood why he made the choice he made and that you forgave him for lacking in explanation.

“I’m sorry for being a brat,” you sighed, and Dean kissed your head again. “Also, Sammy knows,” you added, remembering that Sam heard everything that went down in the Impala.

“Great, we won’t be hearing the end of that, I guess,” Dean said with a chuckle.

“No. No, we won’t.”

[hintsofhoney]

Attitude Adjustment: Part One

Pairing(s): Dom!Dean Winchester x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: Giving Dean an attitude gets you nowhere but over his knee in the backseat of the Impala... and Sam’s passed out in the front.

Tags: 18+, dom/sub dynamic, sir kink, spanking

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I have no idea who made the GIF, I saved it to my camera roll ages ago and just spent 30 minutes trying to look for the maker but, no luck. So thank you for your service, whoever you are. Link for part two is at the end of this part! Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You felt as though you had been in the car for ages. You and the brothers were making your way back to the bunker after finishing up a hunt — a vampire nest in Idaho — quite a ways from Kansas where your bunker sweet bunker stood. You were lying on your back in the back seat of the Impala, staring at its ceiling. Your knees were bent so you could lie all the way down, the bottoms of your shoes resting on the leather seat. You saw Dean catch a glimpse of you in the rearview mirror, a stern look on his face.

“What’s up?” You asked innocently, looking back at him in the rearview. You knew Dean hated it when people put their shoes on anything in his car besides the floor. You were doing it on purpose; you were pissed at him.

“Your shoes are on my seat,” he replied, and you shrugged in response. You and Dean had gotten into a little argument during the hunt, and you weren’t too keen to listen to anything he had to say to you at the moment. You had begged him and Sam to let you come along on this hunt because you knew you could be of help, so they let you tag along only to keep you trapped inside the motel room once Dean had decided that the hunt was too dangerous for you. You thoroughly disagreed, of course, but Dean was not having it. “Y/N, nothing you say will make me compromise your safety”, he had said after listening to you explain how you could help. You replied with, “what about your safety?”, to which he responded with a “stop-arguing-with-me” glare. You had been giving Dean major attitude since that night, which would probably be getting you in major trouble with him later, but you didn’t care. “Y/N,” Dean hissed, snapping you back to reality, “your shoes are on my seat.”

“Whatever,” you replied plainly. You watched Dean tighten his grip on the wheel, his knuckles turning white. He looked over at his brother in the passenger seat, who was fast asleep. Dean glared at you in the rearview again, raising his eyebrows as to say, “are-you-sure-you-want-to-test-me?”.

“Y/N, you better watch your attitude or I will pull this car over and put you over my knee. Get your shoes off my seat,” he commanded, double checking to make sure that Sam was still sleeping. You and Dean had been together for a little over a year now, and Sam had no idea about the kinks that you two shared — or at least, you both hoped Sam didn’t know. Both you and Dean knew that as soon as Sam found out about your slight dom/sub relationship, he would either take every opportunity he could to tease the two of you about it or he would be extremely awkward about it. Or both. So, you and Dean both agreed that is was best to keep Sam in the dark as to what went on between the two of you behind closed doors. You rolled your eyes at Dean’s empty threat and rubbed the bottoms of your shoes into the Impala’s backseat, doing your best to not break eye contact with him in the mirror. You knew the chances of Dean actually punishing you with Sam right there in the passenger’s seat were slim, so why not agitate Dean as much as you could while you had the chance? You continued to glare at him in the mirror, as you defiantly rubbed the bottoms of your shoes deeper into the backseat. Suddenly, the Impala came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road and you sat up immediately. No way did you think that Dean would actually risk punishing you in front of Sam, but it looks like you were wrong. You gulped nervously as you watched Dean put the Impala in park and get out of the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him. You winced at the sound and looked over at Sam to make sure it didn’t wake him. He was still sound asleep. Dean flung the back door open and climbed into the backseat with you, pulling you over his knee.

“Dean!” You half yelled, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldn’t wake Sam.

“I told you if you kept the attitude up that you’d be over my knee, didn’t I?” Dean asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head up close to his face.

“Yes,” you replied, barely audible.

“I can’t hear you,” Dean hissed.

“Yes, sir,” you said, your voice lined with a quiver. You instantly regretted giving Dean so much attitude.

“That’s better,” Dean said, releasing his grip on your hair and pulling your leggings down, along with your thong. You’d be mortified if Sam were to ever see you in this position, but the heat rising in between your legs seemed to distract you from any fears that you had about Sam waking up. “Not a peep out of you, unless you want Sammy to hear,” Dean said, bringing his hand down on your bare ass. You winced, but made sure to keep your mouth shut. The sound of Dean’s large, rough palms coming in contact with your bare ass were loud enough without you yelping. Dean continued to spank you until there was heat coming off your cheeks and you were dripping in between your legs. Spanking was one of your biggest kinks, and Dean knew it, so if he was going to punish you by spanking you, he was going to have to make it really hurt. In this case, you knew he would have a hard time doing that with his hand alone; all of Dean’s favorite spanking utensils like the paddle or riding crop were back at the bunker — hits with those really made you regret being a brat. Dean let his hand fall down on your ass hard, causing a yelp to escape your lips. You noticed that Sam had started stirring, and judging by the fact that Dean had begun to pull your thong and leggings back up, he had noticed too. “Don’t want him to see what’s only for me to see,” Dean said, helping you sit back up again, “but you just wait ‘til we get back to the bunker.” You watched him, your face one of shock, as he made his way back to the driver’s seat, and closed the door just loud enough to wake Sam all the way up.

“What’s wrong? Why are we pulled over?” Sam questioned, jolting awake. It seemed as though Sam was trying too hard to make it look like he had really been asleep and you blushed at the thought of him hearing everything that had just gone down in the back seat of the Impala.

“Nothing. Just had to make a quick... adjustment,” Dean said, staring at you in the rearview and putting the car in drive. You almost wished it was going to take years to get to the bunker, knowing what was waiting for you when you arrived.

After a few more silent hours on the road, Dean had pulled over to get gas and a few snacks. You still had about 3 hours left of the trip. Dean got out of the car, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Sam alone. Sam turned around to face you as soon as he saw Dean walk into the gas station.

“You guys... are into some kinky stuff, huh?” Sam asked with a smirk. You turned bright red and Sam chuckled. “Well, good luck. You know, for when we get back to the bunker.” You nodded as to say ‘thanks’ and leaned back in your seat, noticing that the heat coming off your ass and the wetness in between your legs still had not gone away. You looked out the window, willfully ignoring Sam who was still staring at you. “Y/N... you honestly think I don’t know what you guys do? I live with the both of you and the bunker isn’t exactly soundproof,” Sam continued, smiling stupidly. You buried your face in your hands.

“Sammm!” You whined, clearly embarrassed. Sam chuckled.

“Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now. But, just for future reference... I’m a very light sleeper.” You kept your face buried in your hands, unsure about wether you’d ever be able to look Sam in the face again. You heard the driver’s door open as Dean got back in the car and turned the key, and felt the Impala start to drive off again. You leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes, and within minutes you were fast asleep, unlike Sam had been.

PART TWO ↦