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[thewritergx]

Simon Says: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/N  just back from an awful case. You fucked up big time and now Dean has to teach you how to listen.

Warnings: Smut, Pet Names (Baby, Slut, Bitch), Dom!Dean, Blood. Bodily injury, Oral (male-receiving), Breeding Kink, Spanking, Squirting, could be non-con if you squint.

Word Count: 4K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A small gash bled across my face. Fucking Demons, I rolled my eyes. I was sitting in the backseat of the Impala, listening to Dean bitch about how I ‘can't put yourself in situations like that’. Imrolled my eyes again.

The three of us thought we were on a routine ghost hunt, only to find it was a group of high up demons terrorizing a quiet town in Texas. We knew who they were but not where they were staying or why they were here. Sam and I had come up with a great plan. I was going to seek out a demon at the bar, get him to take me back to his place. We were told by a few locals where they liked to hangout, drink as much as their vessels would allow. It was working out perfectly too. 

I sat down on a rickety old stool, ordered a vodka cranberry from the waitress. She was nice, dressed as a pinup girl doll. She wore cutoff shorts,  a flannel crop top tied in bow under her breast and a cowboy hat. I admired her body, the way her clothes fit her perfectly. 

A few seats down from me a tall man with a bread sat sipping a whiskey drink on rocks. I walked over, taking my drink. I could spot a demon easily. They always stood in public spaces, always looking like they were waiting, watching too closely. 

As I approached him, I  flashed a smile. 

“Hey, care for some company”. My hair covered an earpiece connected to Sam and Dean. I felt like an FBI agent wearing it. I also decided this was the perfect time to fuck with Dean. He was in a horrible mood the entire drive down and he hated the plan Sam and I created. 

The demon smiled. Whoever he was wearing took great care of his body. His arms were toned, nice curls in his hair. I couldn't complain. I dragged my care closer to him. “What's your name, big boy?” I sipped on my drink, trying to make it look like I was actually drinking while still staying level headed.

“Paul, what about you pretty girl?” The Demon in Paul’s body moved a strand of hair out of my face, brushing it behind my ear. 

“Sandra”, I lied. The Demon shook his head, Sandra lingering on his tongue as he repeated it out loud. “Pretty”, he stated.

I thanked him, nodding my head with pleasure. 

“You know, I could show you something really pretty if you want to get out of here”. I stood, holding my hand out to the Demon. 

“And what would that be? The Demon smiled. My plan was going so beautifully. 

I leaned into him, my mouth close to his ear and whispered “anything you’d like to see, daddy. I knew Dean would be pissed now. Calling another man daddy, even if it was part of a hunt, would light a fire so hot in him he might explode. 

The demon stood, taking my hand “dirty little girl, huh? Gonna let me do whatever I want?” He asked, his eyebrow raised a bit.

I nodded, walking him towards the exit. “My place is off limits. My needy boyfriend is there” I stated matter of factly. That would piss Dean off. Once outside the demon led me to his car. A nice Chevy Malibu in a light gray color. Dean would hate it, I laughed to myself. I felt the demon blade pressed against my leg, kept in a hollister by my ankle. 

I sat in the shotgun seat, putting on my seat belt. The demon gripped my thigh, his finger grazing slightly against my core. I didn't react. Although I was playing confident, I had no intention of actually doing anything with anyone other than Dean. We had been dating for about six months now, and the sex was the best thing I have ever experienced. 

Behind us, two bright headlights shine. I recognized the headlights of the Impala easily. Mostly because they were blinding, and Dean refused to drive without his brights on. I felt safe knowing the boys were only a few cars down from me.

In the Impala, Dean gripped the steering wheel. His teeth were grinding, his jaw clenched. Sam looked over laughing, “Dean, you gotta chill. She's just doing what we told her”.

“This was yall’s fuckin’ plan. I had no part in this shit, Sammy.” Dean's words came out like daggers, digging into anyone around him. 

After about fifteen minutes of driving, the demon turned onto a dirt road. It was dark and we drove until  we reached a run down house. The windows were boarded up and no one else was around for miles. I no longer saw the headlight behind me. I was starting to wonder if Dean had been right. 

In the ear, I heard Dean “Y/N, we're right behind you but can't see you right now. Say something so we know you're safe”. I felt relief at the sound of his voice.

“So, what do you have in mind?” I  mumbled. 

“Aw, getting shy now? Don’t worry, we’re gonna have such a fun night. Wont want to ever go back to that little boyfriend of yours.” The demon opened his side door and I followed, stepping on the muddy ground outside. The demon took my hand, walking me up the front steps of the house. It was pitch black inside before he turned on a single light. A couch sat in the living room with a pretty nice TV. It was probably the only real nice thing in the whole room. 

The demon led me inside, sitting me on the couch. It was dusty and I really didn't want to touch it. In another room I  heard clashing and a few mumbles. “Stay here for a second,” he said harshly as he walked to the door. When he opened it four more demons cameout, all looking in my direction.

“Brought us a treat?” One of them asked. His eyes were jet black.

“It’s getting really hot in here.” It was me code red phrase. One that the boys would recognized as dangerous. I stayed still, watching the demons approach me. 

In a few short seconds, the front door swung open. “Sorry to crash your little party,” Dean yelled across the room. The boys gripped shining white blades in their hands. Sam stabbed the closest demon next to me, sending him into flames. That was my chance to rise, pulling the hem of my  jeans up and grabbing the blade from my ankle. As I bent down a demon wearing a woman with long red hair, grabbed me and shoved me to the ground. I landed hard, scraping the side of my face. A small gash ran red blood down to my eye. Now I was pissed. I threw my knife as I pulled myself up, landing it hard in her stomach. 

I smiled. “That was so cool” I finally spoke out. Dean did crack a subtle smile at that. He wasn't soulless, that was good. The three of us were able to take down all the demons except one. We had questions we needed answered. 

“What are yall' doing here? Who Sent you?’ Sam yelled as he pressed the demon against the wall. 

“Wouldn't you and your pretty bitch like to know?” The demon smiled. “She was all over me by the way, might want to get that slut on a leash.” The demon hissed at me.

I laughed and saw Dean’s grip around the knife. “You shut the fuck up or I’m gonna make this real, real slow.” Dean shouted.

“Answer the question!” Sam spit. 

The demon laughed again, his eyes black as night. That was the last straw for Sammy, and he shoved the knife deep in his back.

“Sam, what the hell? We needed answers! Now we have nothing.” I scolded him.

“I’m sorry but I wasn't listening to that shit anymore.” Sam dropped the demon to the ground and picked up his blaze. 

The three of us walked out of the house. Both boys were fuming. “Get in. Now,” Dean demanded and opened the back door. Great, now I have to deal with silence and mean looks all the way home.

This was a few hours ago now. Sam had fallen asleep a bit ago and Dean played Led Zeppelin low on the speakers. We hadn't taken a single break from driving and my back was aching from sitting upright. I undid my seat belt and laid my back flat against the cold leather. I brought my knees up, bent in an upright position. 

“Get your shoes off my seat.” The first words Dean had spoken in an hour. I shot him a look in the mirror. Instead of doing what he asked, I dug my shoes in harder, pressing into the leather fabric. I heard Dean huff and mumble something under his breath. He shot me a look this time. "I'm serious y/n, you're gonna fuckin' get it when we get back home". I smiled at the thought and continued to ignore him. After a while longer, I closed my eyes, trying to find a quick rest.

I was woken in the morning by the trunk slamming hard. The sun finally rising through the widows. It took me a moment to remember the events of last night. I knew Dean would be exhausted from driving, probably more pissed now than he was during the hunt. He had all night to stew in his thoughts with no release. 

I closed my eyes again. I was exhausted, waking up every few minutes to a bump or dip in the road. The door to the back opened quietly and I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

“Come on, baby. I got ‘ya” Dean helped me out of the car and hosted my legs around his waist. He grabbed me just under my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck lazily, giving him a small kiss as he carried mebthrough the bunker and into out shared room. He laid me lightly on the bed, taking off my shoes. I lazily raised my hips up as he slid down my jeans, leaving me in a thin pair of black panties. He grabbed me by my wrist, pulling the top half of my body off the bed. He grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Next, he unclipped my bra, leaving my chest exposed. 

“You know you’re in some deep shit, right y/n?” Dean stood above you, holding my chin in his hand and rubbing soft circles with his thumb. 

I swallowed hard. I knew he was playing too nice. “Dean I-” I started to speak but was cut off.

“Shh, no talkin’’. Not ‘til I say so. Gotta lotta makin’ up to do” Dean Pulled me into a rough kiss, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His tongue was sloppy and strong, entering my mouth in rough circles. I gasped for air as he pulled away. He looked at me for a second, contemplating what he wanted first. After a moment, he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled me on top of him, laying me down flat with my ass in the air. I stayed quiet, waiting for whatever he had planned next. 

“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I think daddy needs to teach you a lesson, huh. You gonna let daddy teach you what happens when you don't act right?” His hand caressed my ass, grabbing at it hard. 

I nodded my head. Following his instructions. 

He brought his hand up in the air and swung it down hard. I was shocked he actually spanked me. Usually Dean is rough but he never hurt me. Usually his spanks stung slightly, but this time was different. He hit me so hard it was going to leave a bruise. I wondered how bad his hand stung from that. I let out a cry, trying not to make it too loud.

Dean laughed “Oh, baby. It's gonna be a long morning. I ain't leaving till I know you've learned better.” He slapped my ass harder and I jumped. “Stay fucking still. Don't make me get mean.” Dean's tone was strong. I had never heard his voice like that before. It hurt bad, but I loved it. I had always had a thing for pain, wanting it as rough as Dean could give me. 

I tried to stay as still as possible, but as the hits kept coming, it was getting harder and harder to stay still. I swear Dean was out for blood. My blood. Tears began to fall as he bruised my ass, leaving red stinging marks across each cheek. 

“Get up”, he spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you baby, but i’m about to fuck you like I hate you.” 

I felt a cold shiver down my spine as Dean forced me down on my knees, opening my mouth under him. He leaned down, spitting in my mouth with great precision. I swallow it, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. I wanted more. I moved my hand to his shorts, and he quickly slapped it away.

“Did I tell you, you could touch?” Dean asked, no hint of emotion other than anger on his face. If he was tired, I couldn't tell. If he was dying to be inside me, I couldn't tell. His eyes only showed red. “Put ‘em behind your back”.

I did as I was told, nodding my head and placing my hands behind me. Dean walked to the closet and searched for a moment. I waited patiently for him to get back. I saw a black tie in his hand. He walked behind me. Pinning my wrist together, he tied the tie so tight around them I couldn't move my hands if I wanted to. Dean walked back in my view, slowly stripping all his clothes. I admired his body, taking note of every scar, every tattoo. 

Once he was stripped completely, he stood tall directly in front of me. He pumped his cock a few times. “Open”. He demanded.

I opened my mouth slightly.

“Wider. Don’t play with me y/n or this will get a lot worse.” He grabbed the back of my neck. His grip was loose but stern. His cock was half hard, glistening with precum. Dean tapped it against my lips, moving it around the entrance of my mouth. After some teasing, he finally put the tip in my mouth. I closed my lips around him, sucking the tip with slight pressure. I felt him getting harder as the seconds passed. His grip on my neck stayed but became firmer. He used it to bob my head back and forth across his cock. Soon my eyes were watering and my face was slick with salvia. Dean went harder, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and struggled to breathe but his grip was relentless. I felt like I might throw up at any second and I tried my hardest to push him off. Finally Dean, let me free. I choked and fought for air as he let me go. 

“Good little slut, takin’ me so good.”Dean only gave me a few seconds before he was wrapping my lips back around him. He tasted like sweat from the earlier fight. It wasn’t gross, just enough for me to taste under my spit. My jaw was starting to hurt. I knew Dean could go on like this forever. In our months of dating, I could never get him to cum just from sucking him off. Believe me, I have tried. After at least twenty more minutes of this, tears were streaming down my face. The back of my throat was for sure bruised. Dean looked like I had hardly done anything and I looked like I just ran a mile. 

Dean grabbed my waist and hoisted me up on my feet. He turned me around to face the wall and threw me on the bed. He laid me chest down, bending my knees and positioning my ass in the air. He massaged it lightly and ripped my panties down. His hands went up to my hips, putting me at the best possible angle. I felt him line himself up at my center, his dick entering me swiftly. I knew Dean didn't have time to put on a condom, which was our only form of birth control. 

“Dean, you didn't put on anything”

“Yeah, I think I'm just gonna make you a real slut. Cum in this pussy like I deserve to.” He gave me no time to prepare before he started thrusting into me at the fastest pace I had ever experienced. A slight burn went through my body as he hit my cervix over and over. I felt like I was being hit in the stomach.

“D-Dean, please. Slow down, please”. I cried out.

“It’s okay. I know you can take it. Be a good little slut and take daddy’s dick. I know you can. Know you've been cravin’ it for days. That's why I was in such a bad mood, needin’ this pussy to come make me happy again.” 

Dean never faltered his thrust. I was practically begging him to stop, but it felt so good I was glad he didn't. He grabbed my hip with one hand as he and began using the other to untie the tie around my wrist. I thought he was taking it off to give me more movement, let me touch him. But, instead of disregarding it, he placed it around my neck. He pulled it tight, making me raise my head off the mattress. He choked me hard and the room started to darken.

“D-daddy t-too much”. My words came out a slurred mess. He let go of the tie, finally throwing it over his shoulder. I swear I was high from him, creating a creamy white mess at the base of his cock. 

“Shit, you’re fucking creaming my cock baby. You came already?” Dean sounded proud, cocky. I nodded my head yes and Dean let out a groan. 

“Can’t wait to cum in this pussy. Been wanting to for a longtime. Thinking about puttin’ a baby in you, let everyone know this pussy belongs to me.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. I swear I felt my cunt dripping now.

“It does Dean. I swear. It’s all yours. Take it.” I tried not to scream as he hit my g-spot over and over, just on the edge of cumming again.

He pulled out of me quickly causing a sad moan to escape from my lips. He flipped me on my back, brushing my hair out of my face. He planted soft kisses all over my body before climbing on top of me, placing my legs over his shoulder. I loved him like this. His skin hot, out of breath, wanting to destroy me. It is something I never saw in him before, a primal instinct awakened inside him. 

“I heard you call that demon daddy.” He slapped my face, not hard enough to leave any marks. Just enough for me to feel it. “Want to show you who your real daddy is, never let you forget”

A rush hit me again. My legs were shaking and I felt myself clenched down hard around him. Dean pulled his dick out, a thin splash of my cum squirting out. “Fuck, yes. Such a good little bitch. Squirt on daddy's cock. Make a fuckin’ mess on me.” His voice somehow sounded darker. I let out a high-pitched moan as I came, wetness pulling around my pussy. 

Dean thrusted back in, showered in my slick. He entered slower this time, giving me a bit of a break. Subtly, he quickened his pace again, matching his earlier rhythm. I knew Sammy was just down the hall and I tried to stay as quiet as possible. Dean rubbed small circles around my clit, snaking his arm through my legs. the extra motion added more, pushing me over the edge again.

“Daddy, Please. I can't take much more.” I knew my lips would be red and swollen when we were done. I would be feeling this for days. 

Dean let out a long groan and threw his head down on my neck. “Fuck, y/n. Never gonna get over how tight this pussy is. God, fuckin’ love it.”

Dean's thrusts started to get sloppy, his body getting heavier on top of me.

“Fuckin’ close baby. Gonna paint this pussy.” Dean sucked in extra air through his teeth. I felt him hit the back of me a few times, slowing before pulling out. He admired his cum spilling out of me, a thick white paste sitting between my folds. Dean used his index finger, scooping it up and placing it back inside me. He fingered me a while longer, till I was pushing his hand away and begging him to stop. 

Dean used his shirt from earlier to clean my core, whipping away any wetness left behind. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving a few light purple spots. “You okay, y/n? I’m sorry if that was too much, just needed you so bad.” 

I kissed him, gently sucking his bottom lip. “No, It was amazing. Gonna flirt with demons more often”.

He laughed “Please, don’t”.

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thinking about collegeboy!eren whos wanted to date you for months ever since he discovered he was in the same intro to classic lit class as you, but you were jean’s gf of 2 years and he didn’t wanna he would if he could ruin a happy home

collegeboy!eren who’s been best friends with jean for years and have been good friends with you since jean started dating you.. little do you know he’d do anything just for a taste of you, even if that meant testing the waters every now and then

collegeboy!eren who silently thanks the gods that you sit next to him in class, making it a routine to do so, and every-time you walk pass to get to your seat your nice smelling perfume always hits his nose leaving an imprint in his mind to never forget it

collegeboy!eren who compliments you everyday when he sees you in class, making sure it’s something he notices different each day because if jean won’t, he definitely will

collegeboy!eren who “accidentally” flirts with you when jean’s not around, complimenting on how good you look in the skirt you’re wearing, muttering to himself that “it’s a shame jean’s the only one who gets to see it on the ground”, and he doesn’t fail to capture the way your eyes widen when you heard what he said..

collegeboy!eren who bites his tongue at how annoyed he is when you always refer to him as a “friend”.. and he’d leave it alone for now because he knew one day he’d have your pretty voice calling him something way more fitting

collegeboy!eren who has a slight obsession with your hands, he loves smelling your vanilla hand cream that you use everyday, the smell drawing his eyes to the cute nail colors you’d have on them that day… he jst knows that your hands would be so soft, so gentle.. and he can’t help but imagine the way they’d feel running through his hair

collegeboy!eren who doesn’t care that he thinks about jean’s cute gf everytime he jerks off, thinking about that damn perfume you wear that has him whipped every morning, imagining what nail color you’d have on that day and how cute they’d be wrapped around his dick.

want more? here’s part two

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[arodrwho]

aro mick rory things:

eternal irritation w/ppl's inability to understand that writing romance is worlds away from actually doing romance

"i write people stabbing each other too. doesn't mean i go round killing folks" "actually,,," "shut the fuck up" (he usually goes around imbol--imrol--immolating them, anyway, not stabbing them, which is c learly what he meant haircut u fuckign ass)

eternal irritation w/ppl's inability to understand that aro =/= ace

alternately amused & baffled by romo relationships

chill w/romance in theory & between other folks, but highkey repulsed when it actually involves (or threatens to involve) him

it's uncomfortably squishy. like an old fraying sponge fully soaked in used sinkwater

got asked on a date once when he was a kid. went nonverbal & jus fuckin walked away

hates valentine's. has always hated valentine's, even when he was a kid

"bet you were just sour you didn't get any cards" (he doesn't dignify this with a response, but he did, in fact, get cards. though admittedly never the amount he was supposed to. there were always some missing. but whatever. wasn't the reason he didn't like it. didn't like it cause all it was good for was puns and free candy. cause the girls got giggly and the guys got stupid and everyone got weird and asked too many stupid questions)

doesn't own any pride merch (except a hat ray gets for him eventually) bc fuck that

does have a quiet, secret arsenal of aro puns tho. sometimes he says them in his head at appropriate moments. rarely if ever says them out loud though, as quietly entertaining as it'd be to watch them fly over everyone's head, bc timing is Hard

they didn't really discuss it in so many words, but snart knew abt the aro thing (got him an arrow once, because he thought he was goddamn hilarious) (mick had rolled his eyes and chucked it over his shoulder--"funny."--but he hadn't used it for kindling)

considers friendships the most important bonds, bc fuck romance & family both

friend betrayals sting just that little bit more

doesn't know if his touch aversion is bc he's autistic or bc he's aro. doesn't particularly care. either way he's Not For Touching, and certainly not for cuddling. fuck off

(cuddling makes him feel like he's got hives)

as a tiny kid, would just say the names of kids he thought were cool or nice when asked who he liked. then as he got older stopped saying anything at all bc it started feeling like a trap

9 times outta 10 cannot recognize romantical flirting. ignores it the 1 he can

doesno come out to folks generally unless it becomes Necessary bc it's none of their dang business. doesn't hide it neither though

Friend is a capital letter word. in some circumstances, so is Partner

him & snart were a nameless equivalent of qp

doesn't feel the need for another partner after snart. didn't think he would, course, their partnership was one of a kind. & so he never had one. (instead he wound up with a whole fuckign team slowly taking root in his goddamn bones, not to get too fuckin metaphorical)

wouldn't admit it bc Fuck emotions but loves the team w/his whole stupid aro heart