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The devil at your door

Kinktober day 3: Demon

Suptober day 3: Demonic

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

A/N: This one goes for @holylulusworld's 10k celebration, my trope was Lovers to Enemies. Congrats again, hon! And this is also my piece for @hardcoresupernatural 's Halloween challenge with the prompt: I'm not scared of you.

@deanmonandnegansbitch's asked: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

CATCH UP KINKTOBER: Day 1 / Day 2

Spending his whole life in imaginary chains had frustrated Dean Winchester more than he was aware of. He’d always done what his dad taught him; kept himself from what he wanted in order to be the good soldier — the hero — even if it was against his own desires. 

Dean saved the world once or twice and didn't get a thank you, a break long enough to relax or even visit the beach for the first time. No, hunters were never kids. Hunters never had time for fun. Hunters were made to be hunting. He always found himself fighting winless battles and ending up drowned in whiskey and self-pity.

Now it was all gone. His old persona never had time to be human, so losing that side of him wasn't a big deal. If anything, he felt better now. Whatever his green eyes wanted, Dean would go and get it.

No barbed ward could contain a demon, much less the Knight.

At first, it was funny. Messing around with Crowley, fucking some good, new pussies after tasting only yours, and causing destruction whenever he felt like it.

Then the thrill expired. Honestly, the Winchester pictured it would last longer. Crowley started bitching around like a whiny little man and the new girls no longer could satisfy him — that is, if they ever did. Dean was pretty sure he liked them so much because the cat and mouse play of finding a new toy, but at some point, the cat gets enough of the foreplay and wants to eat the prey. They were so boring in all their humanly forms: they didn't have his stamina, they didn’t know his sweet spots, and they didn’t enjoy all the mischievous things he wanted to do.

Only painting his knuckles with an aleatory idiot's blood could get a real smile out of him these days. Nonetheless, even throwing punches gets exhausting when they stop fighting back.

Where was the fun of being free?

It clicked him like one of the worst sounds of tortured souls screams; you. 

You used to be the wild in Dean's heart during hunter days. You knew all the bad things he wanted to do, and you moaned in pleasure through them. You knew his body and yours like religion and shamelessly worshipped them.

When he finds himself at your door after leaving a woman who just wanted some vanilla sex in a cheap motel, it shouldn't have been a surprise. At least, it's not in his uniquely demonic brand of rationality. As you open the door, the look on your face tells him you agree with that. 

Or so his deranged mind said.

You crossed your arms, the angle exposing your cleavage more as you leaned against the rose-colored door that he helped you paint months ago.

Dean used to think this little apple pie life was so savage, something out of his reach that he’d only get to touch in case of a miracle, like caressing the fire only to get a feel for the burn. Now he can't help but scrunch up his nose, disgusted by domestic, urban pleasures.

“What do you want, Dean?” You looked him up and down, a humorless smile on your face. “Got tired of fucking everyone with a pair of boobs?”

“I'm more interested in your boobs, sweetheart.” Dean isn't put off by your sarcasm, countering with the same flirty tone that used to get you riled up all the time.

Isn't the past such a beautiful memory?

“Go find someone your species, Winchester.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away, pushing the door closed before Dean's foot interrupted you.

He faked a pout. “Wow. That's racist, Y/N. This demon’s got feelings, you know?”

His childish attitude heats your system. Only Dean, demon or not, could push your buttons and get on your nerves in a matter of seconds. You pushed the pink door fully open with enough strength to make it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Dean doesn't look affected, though. You furiously glare at his lopsided grin.

“Do you also have a brain? I told you to leave. Get lost.”

“Come on, baby girl. I know you miss my cock. What about a night to remember?”

Believing he was the man you once loved was getting harder with every word he said. Your body seemed to recognize him easier, aching for him like some kind of spell. All you had after Dean Winchester left was a longing body and fury.

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you in my house for a quick fuck like I'm one of your one night stands?”

Dean appeared to be considering it for a moment, eyes focused on anything but you. His lips pursed before he glanced at you with a malicious beam. “Yes. You always said I was the best sex you ever had. Why not get a bit of it? You already know you won't regret that, sweetheart.”

You studied him, picturing what would bring a man who ran away back to what used to be his home. Dean had left as soon as he became a demon, the only trace of his existence being a note addressed to Sam and pieces of your heart. When you and Sammy finally found the eldest Winchester, he made was certain to make sure that you were aware of his very active sex life. He’d tacked on that he'd kill Sam and you both if you tried to save him.

You let him run like water after this. The Winchesters might have that wondrous codependency, but you didn't need something like that in your life. Especially not with a demonic cheater and murder.

Your eyes were too wide to ignore the warning signs now. Yet, that didn't answer why he was in your doorway. If he wanted to be saved, he'd go for Sam and call you from there. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't spend time talking about fond memories. He didn't look like a lost puppy looking for shelter either. So, what the fuck was this green-eyed devil doing here?

Quietude thickened while you noticed Dean not seeming to notice your silence, his eyes too busy observing your breasts. Your Dean Winchester was always a boob man, and he was looking like he'd fuck your titties on your porch for all your neighbors to see. It certainly wouldn't be yours and his first time with public sex. Still, that wasn't the point: he was here, hair longer than usual and cock clearly starting to awaken in his jeans…

Because he had missed you.

You chortled in dismay, unable to discern whether he was kidding or not despite the bulge in his pants, and that glimmer in his eyes already confirmed your suspicions. You knew him.

The realization almost cheered up your soul. Your reasoning stopped you from collecting hopes about that demoniac form of a man. Dean was here for carnal desire, not love. He had sex with other women while you spent sleepless nights crying into his old shirts. He broke you as the monster that he was — he deserved to suffer.

You didn't care if your heart would be a little more broken, or you pussy a bit needier after that.

“You missed fucking me, Dean? Missed my tight pussy squeezing your cock? Maybe my mouth on it? Or how you got it between my boobs? Did you miss how I taste?” You took a step closer to him, making Dean lift his glare to your face again. 

He wore a cocky smirk as he answered, “Not as much as you missed me.”

Dean was right. Your body cried for him, and so did your soul. Who fucking cares? He didn't before, and you would not now.

“Liar.” The word rolled letter by letter off of your tongue. “I can take care of myself, even call a friend to do that, but you came back just because you can't forget how eating my pussy like a fucking feast feels like. Can you, sweetheart?”

You used that stupid nickname that he often gave people. You were very aware that it would irritate him, as it was laced with the implication of another man putting his hands on you.

Dean quickly grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. He groaned. It was that fucking sound he made when something truly made him furious, and you knew your panties were gone. His eyes flashed into darkness that replaced his glistening greens, and for some calamitous reason, that turned you on.

“You better not have let anyone fuck what's mine, Y/N. I'd rip his throat in front of you and fuck you right next to his body,” he spits out jealously. His posture radiated that usual, alpha-esque tenseness that tumbled you two into angry, possessive sex so many times before.

“So jealous. I loved to tease you only to get you rough on me. Throwing me against the wall, going so hard inside my pussy that the bed broke, holding me hard enough to leave marks. You wanted for my bruises too, right? How I'd scratch your back, bite your collarbone, ruin your neck for everyone to see you were mine, but I guess what you really liked about me was that I was as hungry for you as you were for me. I would’ve let you do anything to my body, and I did. Because I wasn’t scared of you, Dean, and I’m not scared of you now either.” The way your arms compulsively wrapped around his neck made you wonder if you really wanted to strangle him or pull him closer. You could smell his manly cologne mixed with sulfur. It shouldn't make you want him more. Your knees shouldn't be begging to kneel for him and suck his cock. Be stronger. “You could come in, throw my clothes away and fuck my boobs with your dick instead of your eyes. Hurt me good enough to make me ask for more. But you know what?”

“Mm?” Dean's reply came in a hum as you pressed your hips against his, causing his clothed cock to rub on your belly. It was a tiny bit of relief — finally. He missed this so much: he couldn't wait to slip into your tight pussy.

“You won't.” Your lips brushed against his before you pulled away. His hands left your body from his surprise at your words. A wry smirk was wrung from your lips despite your wet pussy. “You stuck your dick into other women as soon as you became… whatever this is.” You scoffed, pointing at him with a feigned disgust in your eyes that you knew your body disagreed with. “Go have fun with your hand, Dean.”

A light rose painted door was ultimately closed in his face.

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Halloween Writing Challenge Masterlist

A Halloween Treat - @hardcoresupernatural​; You and Dean share a first kiss.

Sweet Rides - @thinkinghardhardlythinking​; An amazing story that is all things Halloween.

The Devil At Your Door - @herstarburststories​; 18+, Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women.

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Halloween Writing Challenge - Week 4 Prompts

Make sure you read how you can participate and enter (and the RULES!!) here.

Below is a list of prompts; music, photos, gifs, writing prompts, etc. to help you write your fan fictions!! You can pick one or multiple to help you write!!

Have fun!!! And get spooky!

Writing Prompts;

“It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus!”

“I survived 2020, nothing surprises me.”

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

Music;

Pet Sematary - Sex Pistols

This Is Halloween - Marilyn Manson

Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Jr.

Photos/Gifs;

Hope you all enjoy and find some inspiration!

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Halloween Writing Challenge - Week 3 Prompts

Make sure you read how you can participate and enter (and the RULES!!) here.

Below is a list of prompts; music, photos, gifs, writing prompts, etc. to help you write your fan fictions!! You can pick one or multiple to help you write!!

Have fun!!! And get spooky!

Writing Prompts;

“I don’t like Halloween.”

“I see dead people.”

“Sometimes, I think, maybe I’m the monster.”

Music;

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Andrew Gold

Goth Babe - Surf Curse

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Photos/Gifs;

Hope you all enjoy and found some inspiration!

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Halloween Writing Challenge - Week 2 Prompts

Make sure you read how you can participate and enter (and the RULES!!) here.

Below is a list of prompts; music, photos, gifs, writing prompts, etc. to help you write your fan fictions!! You can pick one or multiple to help you write!!

Have fun!!! And get spooky!

WRITING PROMPTS;

“But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else too.”

“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!”

“Do you believe in destiny?”

MUSIC;

Gives You Hell - All American Rejects

In The Room Where You Sleep - Dean Man’s Bones

Zombie - The Cranberries

PHOTOS/ GIFS;

Going to Hell

Craving pumpkins

Hope you all enjoy and found some inspiration!

[theapangea3]

A Halloween Treat

Title: A Halloween Treat

Pairing/Characters: Teenage!AU - Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 769

Summary: You and Dean share a first kiss.

Prompt: Trick or Treat

Square Filled: Free Space for @spnaubingo​

Warning: None

A/N: Love this little cute fic and happy it is my first official halloween fic!!! Pls let me know what you think, bc feedback is GOLD!!!

A/N 2: This is part of my Halloween Writing Challenge for week 1!!! If you want to sign up just let me know!!!

No beta, so all mistakes are mine!!!

*Also posted on AO3: HardcoreSupernatural*

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice shakes the crisp air, pulling you from your trans as you have been waiting for both boys to get home from trick or treating. Sam’s night costume was definitely a sight to see, instantly bring a smile to your face.

“Hey Sammy.” You smile, getting up from your seated position on the stairs meeting him half-way on the path.

“It’s Sam now,” He corrects you. You roll your eyes a bit knowing that he’ll always be Sammy to you.

“Look how much candy I got!” He chimes showing you the pillowcase full of candy. The expression on his face was everything you needed to get through this night. Seeing at least one of you happy made coming here worth the visit.

“That’s a crazy amount.” You agree, finally looking over at Dean whose expression looks almost empty. Not happy, not sad, just in shock, like he saw a ghost and didn’t know what to say.

The playful smile resting on your face was towards him, hoping to have a more friendlier conversation than earlier. It wasn’t your fault that you were leaving, if it was up to you you’d stay forever. But your father has another job in another state and it definitely sucks on how quickly it all came together, only hoping you had more time to spend with Dean.

Your eyes trail back to Sam as the clinking sound moves past you into the house. His light footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing were the only noise this late at night.

The awkward silence was killing you but no noise was escaping from your mouth.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Dean finally speaks, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets.

“Well…” you start, “I snuck out just to see you before we leave in the morning.” Your eyes follow him as he looks down. You thought he would at least be a little happy to see you, but you guessed not.

After a moment he moves past you, climbing the stairs and finally settling upon the white fence. He looks so calm and lonely as you approach him, keeping your mouth close and your breaths silent.

“How long have you been waiting?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Not too long,” you quickly reply a false answer. You must have been there for a good 40 minutes just waiting for him, wanting to - needing to speak to Dean before you leave.

The cold air sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps begin to rise as the wind picks up.

The silences gets broken as you both try and speak at the same time, both giggling a bit as embarrassment covers your faces.

“Sorry,” you both say simultaneously again.

“You go,” you motion to Dean, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

Dean pauses for a moment, just admiring you. The way your soft lips curl into a smile just for him. The way your skin shines under the moon. You were everything he ever wanted yet tomorrow you would be completely gone and removed from his life. Leaving him all alone.

“Um, I’m going to miss you.” He whispers almost like he didn’t want you to hear.

“That’s all?” You question, knowing exactly why you were both here. Almost getting annoyed that he wasn’t admitting what you have both been feeling for some time now.

“Um yeah, what else would I say?” You scoff at his half-hearted response, feeling as if he didn’t actually like you the way that you thought he did.

You pause, gathering what you wanted to say to him only for words to fall from your lips before your brain could catch up, “Well I like you Dean, always have.” You blurt out, immediately regretting making the first move.

“You do?” He questions, his soft eyes and smile showing you that there was nothing to regret. He seems almost proud to have some girl say that to him. Almost as if the words spoken were the confidence he needed.  

You shake your head in response, biting your bottom lip. Almost holding your breath waiting for him to say anything back to you.

“Well I like you, too.” A cheeky smile dances across his face as a big exhale  releases from your body.

“Good.” You say immediately. The silence falls between you two again as Dean stands up making his way towards you.

His hand reaches out to hold onto your arm, pulling you closer. “Good,” he murmurs before capturing your lips in his, both of you happy to be sharing this moment together.

Tags:

Forevers: @jensengirl83 @lyss-dw79 @hobby27

Dean babes: @vicariouslythruspn @polina-93 @rain-dance-goblin @akshi8278

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Halloween Writing Challenge - Week 1 Prompts

Make sure you read how you can participate and enter (and the RULES!!) here.

Below is a list of prompts; music, photos, gifs, writing prompts, etc. to help you write your fan fictions!! You can pick one or multiple to help you write!!

Have fun!!! And get spooky!

WRITING PROMPTS;

“You don’t scare me.”

“I ain’t afraid of no ghost!”

“I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.”

MUSIC;

Monster Mash - Bobby Pickett

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Highway To Hell - AC/DC

PHOTOS/ GIFS;

Haunted House

Corn Maze

Matching Couples Costume (Doesn’t have to be M/F, can be any type of relationship!)

Trick or Treat

Dean being scared (my personal favorite lol)

Hope you all enjoy and found some inspiration!

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Halloween Writing Challenge!!

Hi friends! Thought this would be a perfect time for a little fun month long challenge!! I love Halloween and this time of year, and I would love it even more with some amazing fics!! 

Each week I will post a list of prompts, photos, music that is all Halloween/Fall related in some way to help write your fics! If you have something else in mind, then go ahead and use it. I am open to everything and anything related to Halloween and/or Fall!

Week 1 Prompts

Week 2 Prompts

Week 3 Prompts

Week 4 Prompts

RULES; 

ANYONE can join this challenge. You don’t have to be following me but much appreciated if you do!

Please message me or send me an ask telling me you are participating! But you don’t have to tell me which prompt you are doing, but you can if you want!

Will ONLY allow Supernatural fandom and fan fictions. But it doesn’t have to be just Dean x Reader, it can be anyone with any ship! (Pls no incest or underage sex of any kind)

Can be any type of genre, AU, tropes, fluff, smut, angst, crack, etc. I am accepting it ALL but please use proper warnings. And if you aren’t sure about something then just ask me!

Use the hashtag #hardcoresupernaturalhalloweenchallenge to tag your fics so I can find them easily. And don’t forget to tag me!!

There is no minimum or maximum word count. Any fics over 500 words MUST have a keep reading and warnings must be posted before the fic starts.

The due date for this challenge is Oct. 31st! You can take your time and write as little or as many fics as you would like. As long as you finish it all by the end of October!

If you have any questions let me know!

Some friends who may be interested!

@impala-1979​ @hellhound-s​ @adventures-of-moose-squirrel​ @supernatural-jackles​ @superfanficnatural​ @jensengirl83​ @mariekoukie6661​ @erins-culinary-service​ @cloverhighfive​ @deanmonandnegansbitch​ @lyss-dw79​ @itsangelpie​

I’ll be posting again with some more names!!

[holylulusworld]

I loved this so much. The tension.🔥 A feisty reader. + You nailed demon Dean's character.😈

Thank you for the great entry. ♥️♥️

The devil at your door

Kinktober day 3: Demon

Suptober day 3: Demonic

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

A/N: This one goes for @holylulusworld's 10k celebration, my trope was Lovers to Enemies. Congrats again, hon! And this is also my piece for @hardcoresupernatural 's Halloween challenge with the prompt: I'm not scared of you.

@deanmonandnegansbitch's asked: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

CATCH UP KINKTOBER: Day 1 / Day 2

Spending his whole life in imaginary chains had frustrated Dean Winchester more than he was aware of. He’d always done what his dad taught him; kept himself from what he wanted in order to be the good soldier — the hero — even if it was against his own desires. 

Dean saved the world once or twice and didn't get a thank you, a break long enough to relax or even visit the beach for the first time. No, hunters were never kids. Hunters never had time for fun. Hunters were made to be hunting. He always found himself fighting winless battles and ending up drowned in whiskey and self-pity.

Now it was all gone. His old persona never had time to be human, so losing that side of him wasn't a big deal. If anything, he felt better now. Whatever his green eyes wanted, Dean would go and get it.

No barbed ward could contain a demon, much less the Knight.

At first, it was funny. Messing around with Crowley, fucking some good, new pussies after tasting only yours, and causing destruction whenever he felt like it.

Then the thrill expired. Honestly, the Winchester pictured it would last longer. Crowley started bitching around like a whiny little man and the new girls no longer could satisfy him — that is, if they ever did. Dean was pretty sure he liked them so much because the cat and mouse play of finding a new toy, but at some point, the cat gets enough of the foreplay and wants to eat the prey. They were so boring in all their humanly forms: they didn't have his stamina, they didn’t know his sweet spots, and they didn’t enjoy all the mischievous things he wanted to do.

Only painting his knuckles with an aleatory idiot's blood could get a real smile out of him these days. Nonetheless, even throwing punches gets exhausting when they stop fighting back.

Where was the fun of being free?

It clicked him like one of the worst sounds of tortured souls screams; you. 

You used to be the wild in Dean's heart during hunter days. You knew all the bad things he wanted to do, and you moaned in pleasure through them. You knew his body and yours like religion and shamelessly worshipped them.

When he finds himself at your door after leaving a woman who just wanted some vanilla sex in a cheap motel, it shouldn't have been a surprise. At least, it's not in his uniquely demonic brand of rationality. As you open the door, the look on your face tells him you agree with that. 

Or so his deranged mind said.

You crossed your arms, the angle exposing your cleavage more as you leaned against the rose-colored door that he helped you paint months ago.

Dean used to think this little apple pie life was so savage, something out of his reach that he’d only get to touch in case of a miracle, like caressing the fire only to get a feel for the burn. Now he can't help but scrunch up his nose, disgusted by domestic, urban pleasures.

“What do you want, Dean?” You looked him up and down, a humorless smile on your face. “Got tired of fucking everyone with a pair of boobs?”

“I'm more interested in your boobs, sweetheart.” Dean isn't put off by your sarcasm, countering with the same flirty tone that used to get you riled up all the time.

Isn't the past such a beautiful memory?

“Go find someone your species, Winchester.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away, pushing the door closed before Dean's foot interrupted you.

He faked a pout. “Wow. That's racist, Y/N. This demon’s got feelings, you know?”

His childish attitude heats your system. Only Dean, demon or not, could push your buttons and get on your nerves in a matter of seconds. You pushed the pink door fully open with enough strength to make it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Dean doesn't look affected, though. You furiously glare at his lopsided grin.

“Do you also have a brain? I told you to leave. Get lost.”

“Come on, baby girl. I know you miss my cock. What about a night to remember?”

Believing he was the man you once loved was getting harder with every word he said. Your body seemed to recognize him easier, aching for him like some kind of spell. All you had after Dean Winchester left was a longing body and fury.

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you in my house for a quick fuck like I'm one of your one night stands?”

Dean appeared to be considering it for a moment, eyes focused on anything but you. His lips pursed before he glanced at you with a malicious beam. “Yes. You always said I was the best sex you ever had. Why not get a bit of it? You already know you won't regret that, sweetheart.”

You studied him, picturing what would bring a man who ran away back to what used to be his home. Dean had left as soon as he became a demon, the only trace of his existence being a note addressed to Sam and pieces of your heart. When you and Sammy finally found the eldest Winchester, he made was certain to make sure that you were aware of his very active sex life. He’d tacked on that he'd kill Sam and you both if you tried to save him.

You let him run like water after this. The Winchesters might have that wondrous codependency, but you didn't need something like that in your life. Especially not with a demonic cheater and murder.

Your eyes were too wide to ignore the warning signs now. Yet, that didn't answer why he was in your doorway. If he wanted to be saved, he'd go for Sam and call you from there. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't spend time talking about fond memories. He didn't look like a lost puppy looking for shelter either. So, what the fuck was this green-eyed devil doing here?

Quietude thickened while you noticed Dean not seeming to notice your silence, his eyes too busy observing your breasts. Your Dean Winchester was always a boob man, and he was looking like he'd fuck your titties on your porch for all your neighbors to see. It certainly wouldn't be yours and his first time with public sex. Still, that wasn't the point: he was here, hair longer than usual and cock clearly starting to awaken in his jeans…

Because he had missed you.

You chortled in dismay, unable to discern whether he was kidding or not despite the bulge in his pants, and that glimmer in his eyes already confirmed your suspicions. You knew him.

The realization almost cheered up your soul. Your reasoning stopped you from collecting hopes about that demoniac form of a man. Dean was here for carnal desire, not love. He had sex with other women while you spent sleepless nights crying into his old shirts. He broke you as the monster that he was — he deserved to suffer.

You didn't care if your heart would be a little more broken, or you pussy a bit needier after that.

“You missed fucking me, Dean? Missed my tight pussy squeezing your cock? Maybe my mouth on it? Or how you got it between my boobs? Did you miss how I taste?” You took a step closer to him, making Dean lift his glare to your face again. 

He wore a cocky smirk as he answered, “Not as much as you missed me.”

Dean was right. Your body cried for him, and so did your soul. Who fucking cares? He didn't before, and you would not now.

“Liar.” The word rolled letter by letter off of your tongue. “I can take care of myself, even call a friend to do that, but you came back just because you can't forget how eating my pussy like a fucking feast feels like. Can you, sweetheart?”

You used that stupid nickname that he often gave people. You were very aware that it would irritate him, as it was laced with the implication of another man putting his hands on you.

Dean quickly grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. He groaned. It was that fucking sound he made when something truly made him furious, and you knew your panties were gone. His eyes flashed into darkness that replaced his glistening greens, and for some calamitous reason, that turned you on.

“You better not have let anyone fuck what's mine, Y/N. I'd rip his throat in front of you and fuck you right next to his body,” he spits out jealously. His posture radiated that usual, alpha-esque tenseness that tumbled you two into angry, possessive sex so many times before.

“So jealous. I loved to tease you only to get you rough on me. Throwing me against the wall, going so hard inside my pussy that the bed broke, holding me hard enough to leave marks. You wanted for my bruises too, right? How I'd scratch your back, bite your collarbone, ruin your neck for everyone to see you were mine, but I guess what you really liked about me was that I was as hungry for you as you were for me. I would’ve let you do anything to my body, and I did. Because I wasn’t scared of you, Dean, and I’m not scared of you now either.” The way your arms compulsively wrapped around his neck made you wonder if you really wanted to strangle him or pull him closer. You could smell his manly cologne mixed with sulfur. It shouldn't make you want him more. Your knees shouldn't be begging to kneel for him and suck his cock. Be stronger. “You could come in, throw my clothes away and fuck my boobs with your dick instead of your eyes. Hurt me good enough to make me ask for more. But you know what?”

“Mm?” Dean's reply came in a hum as you pressed your hips against his, causing his clothed cock to rub on your belly. It was a tiny bit of relief — finally. He missed this so much: he couldn't wait to slip into your tight pussy.

“You won't.” Your lips brushed against his before you pulled away. His hands left your body from his surprise at your words. A wry smirk was wrung from your lips despite your wet pussy. “You stuck your dick into other women as soon as you became… whatever this is.” You scoffed, pointing at him with a feigned disgust in your eyes that you knew your body disagreed with. “Go have fun with your hand, Dean.”

A light rose painted door was ultimately closed in his face.

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