#spn kink poker

[holylulusworld]

Ready for harvest

Summary: You and your alphas play another game.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 6 – Friday, April 19 – Slick

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut/light smut, somnophilia, use of a sex swing, implied taking turns, blindfolds, use of a safe word, aftercare, consensual degrading, daddy kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, established polyamorous relationship, fluff

Catch up here: Hungry like the wolf

A/N: The story takes place in Season 10. John is still alive for my storyline.  

Words: 1,3 k+

SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

A snowstorm ruined your plans, but it offered a new opportunity. While stuck at the bunker with your alphas, you came up with new ideas to kill time.

Strip poker. Chasing a fake monster. Strip charade. Naked cooking contests. 

Five days later you’re still stuck in the bunker, unable to leave it because of the snow masses blocking all exits.

Luckily you’re always prepared and got enough food, because and men around to survive for even for weeks without leaving the bunker.

“Good thing I bought all the good shit before the weather decided to fuck us over,” John grins at you. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to try it out? I got it in our playroom.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. It was his idea to turn one of the rooms at the bunker into a playroom for you and your alphas.

“Okay, show me what you bought,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Daddy.”

“Careful or I’ll take you right here, in the hallways.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you grin, remembering the night John pounced on you after you sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He fucked you right there, on the floor for his sons to watch. “It was so hot and dirty.”

“Because we all took turns,” Sam suddenly stands behind you to grope your ass. For a man his size, he’s fucking stealthy. “So, what are we up to today? Can I sort the books at the library, or did we find something more interesting to do?”

You smirk at Sam.

“I think our omega wants to play,” John snickers. He unashamedly cups his crotch. It’s only you and his sons, and all of you have seen all of him over the years. No one around to judge you for being a pack’s omega.

“Hmm…” you run your fingertips over the sex swing hammock John decided to buy. You feel the soft leather to check the quality. “It looks nice.” You’re unsure for the first time.

“If you don’t like it, we can just chase you around the bunker and play hide and seek,” Dean joins the party. “We thought it’d be nice if you played pillow princess and just enjoyed the ride.”

“Pillow princess?” You snort. It’s not your style to just take it. “How will this work?” You tug at the straps to test the stability of the hammock. “Me?”

“I want you to wear this,” John purrs and holds a blindfold in front of your face. “We want to play guess the cock.”

“You’re kinky, Mr. Winchester,” you snatch the blindfold out of his hands. “Black silk, huh?”

“For special occasions, sweetheart,” Dean looks at the blindfold in your hands. “We want to give you a special night.”

“You want to get your dick wet,” you playfully slap his chest. “You horny bastard.”

Dean chuckles. “You know me so well, baby.”

“I know all of you,” you smirk darkly. “Every dirty little secret and every kink.”

“Do you trust us?” John cups your cheek. “We’d love to give you a new experience. But only if you want it.”

“Only if you promise to not tease me,” you poke your finger into his chest. “Last time you edged me for too long and then, you didn’t let me cum!”

“That was sweet punishment,” Sam taunts. “And we will do it again.”

“If you play your cards right,” you purr and step toward Sam to fist his flannel, “I allow you to massage my feet after you made me cum, Sammy.”

Your alphas smirk as you shimmy out of your panties and fling them across the room. 

“Let’s test this nice swing…”

Your alphas helped you into the shamrock. Your men made sure that you were comfortable and felt safe. John asked you about your safe word and kissed you softly before using the leg and arm straps on you.

It feels like floating. “You look ready to get eaten, doll,” John whispers in your ear. He tweaks one of your nipples, causing you to shudder. “If you guess the cock right, you get a special gift after we are done with you.”

Dean kneels in front of the shamrock to teasingly run his tongue over your clit. He grips your legs tightly, enjoying you cannot close them when he playfully sinks his teeth into your clit.

“DEAN!” you grunt. He’s a teasing little shit, and you will pay him back. “I dare you!”

“How does she taste brother?” Sam watches his father and brother tease you with little licks and touches. “Dean?”

“She’s slicking for us, Sammy,” Dean growls against your flesh. “Y/N is such a good omega for us.”

You mewl at his words. Your chest swells and your body goes lax. “Daddy…”

“I’m here, doll,” John whispers in your ear. “Can we begin, baby doll?”

“Hmmm…” you nod.

“Do you remember your safe word, Y/N?” 

“Papaya,” you murmur. “I’m all green, daddy.”

“Of course you are,” he replies and nods at his sons. “If you want us to stop, you will say it. Remember that you are the one in control.”

John’s features darken as he steps next to his sons. He cracks his neck and stares at your exposed body, ready for them to use you. You’re completely at their mercy, and his primal side loves it.

“Ready sons.”

“Ready if you are,” Dean and Sam say in unison.

“Yes…” you whisper lowly. “I want to play a game with all of you…”

You feel his hands on you seconds later. His touch is tender at first, but his hands get more demanding. He gropes your tits, roughly pinching your nipples. You know it’s Sam because he’s hiding the beast so well, but not with you.

“Fuck me,” you challenge. “Now!”

They don’t speak when they start using your body for their pleasure. It’s part of the game.  

Sam is first. He’s rough, and demanding, but he pulls three orgasms out of your body. 

You recognize Dean next. He takes his time to tease you, fingering you until you cry and beg him for an orgasm, but he will let you wait, and you’ll only find release with his cock inside of you.

John is last. He’s rougher tonight and calls you his whore, and slut. Your alpha was on the edge for weeks. One hunt had gone wrong, and he feared he’d lose another mate.

“Look at this, a whore to go,” John taunts you not only with his cock driving into you in abandon, but his voice making you shudder.

He’s unstoppable. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. You’re sore and tired, your safe word on the top of your tongue but you don’t use it. John needs to get this out of his system, and you won’t stop him.

Even if it’s against your alphas’ rules.

In the morning, you wake to John fucking wildly into you. You’re usually more than happy if he slips inside of you while you’re asleep, but this morning is different.

You cry, and whimper. John grunts into your neck, believing you’re into it as you wiggle underneath him.

“John,” it pains you to do it, but you cannot take more, “Papaya.”

He stiffens and immediately slips out of you. “Doll,” he nuzzles you. “I’ve got you doll,” John whispers. “You did so well. We are proud of you.” He wraps his arms around you and cradles you in his arms. “I’m gonna get you clean and take care of you.”

John picks you up to carry you inside the bathroom. “I’m sorry, daddy. It was…too intense.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he pecks your hair. “I was a bad dominant today. I should’ve seen your distress and ended the session last night. It was too much, and…” He sniffs. “Please forgive me.”

“I’m fine, John,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re good alphas.”

John isn’t convinced. He calls for his sons, asking them to help him with you. “We need to do more aftercare. It was too much.” He admits, ashamed. 

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “We will take care of you now…”

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[1000roughdrafts]

Never Have I Ever (2)

Square(s) Filled: Jack hammering (kink bingo) & Mutual Pining (dean bingo)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader 

Explicit 18+ Warnings: language, unprotected penetration and oral sex

Word Count: ~1.8k

Written for @spnkinkbingo​ & @spndeanbingo​

Enthralled in a kiss, Dean cradles and guides you as you shuffle backwards down the hallway to your room. Pushing the door open with the flat of your foot, you continue backwards in a half-heart search for your bed, more focused on softly nibbling on his lower lip. 

The kiss breaks when you feel the cushion of the mattress bump against your lower thigh and when your eyes meet his you can see a glimmer in them, excitement. 

He cups your face, bringing your lips back to his as if he couldn't breathe without your touch.  

You put your hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles loosen under your fingers, and pull him towards you. He twirls the bottom of your shirt between his fingers before slowly slipping it up to your arms and over your head. 

He takes your face in his hand again, this time to plant a kiss on your forehead. His kisses trail down your cheek and onto your neck, no longer a fierce need for one another, but like two people who have been in love for years. 

Now that things have slowed, you feel slightly awkward, giggling as the realization of what’s happening finally hits you. He lets out his own chuckle, taking a final step towards you. 

He places his hands onto your hips, massaging your sides and back. He kisses his way back to your lips as his fingers work at unbuckling your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles and letting you step out of them. 

He uses just one finger to stroke your cheekbone and you lean into his touch, closing your eyes. He lowers his lips to your ears, keeping his hand around the back of your neck. 

You can hear the quivering in his breath before the pop of his lips opening and then closing. His hand tightens slightly around your neck, and he brings the other to cup your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispers, the words full of hesitation and shaky breaths. He pulls away, keeping his hands on you as he does. “I‘ve been wanting to say that for a long time,” he chuckles abashedly. 

“I love you, too,” you smile.  

“Good,” he says, one side of his lips turned up in a smile. “I guess that means you’ll forgive me for what I’m about to do to you,” he says with a wry smile. You tilt your head in intrigue, your own smile forming. 

He pulls away from you just long enough to wrap his hands around your waist, pausing for a moment before flipping you around. He quickly brings a flat palm to your back, applying just enough pressure to force you onto the bed. 

As if it were a feather, his hand sweeps up and down your spine very lightly, distracting you from the actions of his other. It props against your hip, his middle and index fingers digging into your skin to pull your ass into him, straightening your legs. In a side to side motion, he moves his hips while pressing into you. 

You drop from your forearms, burying your face into the comforter to muffle your soft moans. This seems to light a fire in Dean as his thrusts increase in both speed and force, both of his hands now gripping onto your hips. 

For a while, you feed off of each other's excitement, losing yourselves in the pleasure of closeness and soaking in every moment. 

You bring your torso up until you feel his chest against your back and wrap an arm around the back of his neck, letting your body fall into him. He accepts this for a while, his lips dropping to your neck in heat inducing bites and kisses, while his hand coasts up your arm to the wrist. Soon enough he pulls away, using the grip he has on your wrist to remove your arm from around his neck, and instead holding it against your back. 

With his free hand, he slips a few fingers underneath the band of your underwear, just between your hip and belly button. He explores your skin with his pointer finger under the band, bringing it to your back before gliding to where he began. Dean curls his finger around the band, pulling it down inch by inch at different points until it could slip to your ankles. 

Grabbing onto your other hand, he brings it to your back and holds both of your wrists together with one hand. The other slides up your spine, stopping at the curve to push you onto the bed again. 

Keeping pressure on your skin, his fingers move down slowly, stopping at the top of your hips. His hand pivots, helping him to get a full grip of your ass. 

Dean lowers to his knees, letting his hand slide down your leg with him. He kisses the back of your thigh, gentle enough to see an almost instant reaction as goosebumps form. He kisses your skin again, this time on your inner thigh. 

He slides just his middle finger inside of you, quickly pulling it out to the tip before adding a second finger and gliding them to your clit. In a slow circular motion, he gently massages you. 

Your heart rate rises, and your breathing quickens but your breaths are shallow. You let them come in at their hurried pace but try to hold onto them before letting shaky breaths out. 

Dean's fingers curl towards your skin, and he pulls them back to your center. He teases you, hovering his fingers for a moment before dipping them in and out. 

He plants another kiss on your ass, as if to distract from his fingers that pull away. His lips trail down to where your ass and thigh connect, kissing the skin of your inner thigh. 

"Separate your legs a bit for me," he commands but his pitch lifts at the end like a question, guiding your leg until you move them enough. His hand now rests on your hip, keeping you bent forward and at his mercy. 

Your arms now holding you up, he rests his hands on your hips, his lips brushing against your skin. He kisses the skin of your ass cheek, making his way back to your center. He tongues your hole, feeling you clench at his touch. 

Planting open mouth kisses, he soaks in your juices and soft, muffled moans. His tongue slips from his lips and onto your clit, bringing it up and down before opening his mouth, sucking gently until he feels your legs starting to shake. 

He moves his tongue back over to your clit, flicking it a few times before licking his way back to where he started. 

He pulls away, leaving a parting kiss on your center. He brings himself to his feet, quickly unbuttoning his own pants. Dean pushes his underwear and pants down his legs, stepping out of them. 

Palms down against your shoulder blades, he glides them down to your waist, removing just one hand as he uses it to guide himself inside of you. He grips onto your waist, the other hand pressed against the small of your back. 

His pace starts slow and easy, getting you used to the rhythm. He brings himself all the way out before thrusting in, letting the intensity grow with each time. Gradually speeding up, he keeps a firm grasp of your wrist to keep you centered. 

You can't help but to wiggle slightly, yearning for him to pick up the pace even more. You're rocking your body back against his movements before you know you're even doing it, crackly moans vibrating against your throat. 

Slowing his pace, his hand flattens on your upper thigh, pressing into your skin as he moves it to your clit. You feel the imprint and ridges of his three fingers as they push down. 

You moan in unison as he combines the motions of his thrusting and fingers massaging your sensitive skin. He removes a finger from the trio to rub circles on your soft, wet skin. 

His hips slam into yours, finding a rhythm that he's comfortable with before amping up his thrusts to a rapid pace. Your walls tighten around his dick, allowing him to come out half way with each thrust, increasing the strength of each plunge back in. 

All the while, he never lets his hand fall flat, somehow matching the intensity of his jackhammering while keeping a softness to the fingers massaging your clit. 

Heat forms in your gut, and you feel it quickly take over your body in a fuzzy, and comfortable numbing sensation. Lightheaded and dizzy, your grip on the sheets loosens, leaving curled fingers wrapped over a crumpled blanket.

"Feel good?" Dean asks in a raspy, almost voiceless breath. You can only nod, the gesture getting masked by the motions of your body as he continues to pound into you. 

You force out a "yes", which unwittingly turns into a whine. Dean chuckles at this, his fingers still dancing against your clit. 

Your core pulses under his movements, but you turn your focus on your breathing. Pushing the fire down, you take deep breaths and try to hang onto the climb for as long as you can. 

His pace slows by a fraction, only noticeable to you from how every inch of your body is feeling his movements. 

Between frenzied breaths, he utters "I'm close, but," he takes another sharp breath. 

In the gap between his words, you preemptively answer his question by letting the heat fill your body again, releasing it in a hard moan against your bed. 

Hips pressed against you, and hand still wrapped over your clit, his thrusting slows as he lets himself go. Your walls tighten and loosen around him a few times as you ride out the high, hyperfocused on his moans and quick breaths. 

A delicate gasp escapes your lips as he lazily pulls out of you. The cool air of your room hits your cum soaked core when he steps to the side, eliciting another small moan. 

You drop onto the mattress and roll over onto your back. Dean sits next to you, at the edge of the bed. Bringing yourself to your side, you lay on your forearm to get a view of him.

His eyes are already on you, soft and warm now. He leans forward and plants a kiss on your forehead, filling you with a new wave of excitement. His kiss moves to your lips, starting out soft, but when he notices your wiggling, he kisses harder. With the palm of his hand, he gently pushes your shoulder so that you lay on your back.

"You wanna go again?" he asks through heavy breaths. You nod, pulling him in for a kiss, gripping tightly onto his shoulder blades as he positions himself on top of you.

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Ylva's SPN Dean Bingo Masterlist

@wingedcatninja’s SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Masterlist

All fics are Dean x Reader unless otherwise specified.

All links go to AO3.

Fics with an asterisk (*) are also for SPN Kink Bingo. Here be smut.

Messy* Square Filled: Cooking Together

Bad Wolf Square Filled: Case Fic

Vanilla* Square Filled: Impala

Please* Square Filled: Torture

Lace* Square Filled: Hustling Pool

Perfect Strangers Square Filled: Shapeshifter

You Found Me Square Filled: Death

Sacrifice* Square Filled: Lawrence, KS

Satin* Square Filled: Poker

Grace Square Filled: Heaven

Those Lips* Square Filled: Vampire

Black Square Filled: Leviathan

Let Me Make It Better Square Filled: Free Space

Edible Square Filled: Ghoul

Roadhouse Square Filled: Beer

Taste* Square Filled: Motel Room

Sunrise After Dark Square Filled: Pie

Asleep Square Filled: Nightmare

Pure Square Filled: Purgatory

40 Years Square Filled: Hell

Surprise* Square Filled: Sex

Extra Cheese Square Filled: Burgers

Next Year* Square Filled: Vegas

Cuff Me* Square Filled: The Bunker

Casper the Extremely Friendly Ghost Square Filled: Salt ‘n’ Burn

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save you

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TksKGx

by randomfills (spnfanatic)

Dom Sam wins a very abused Sub Dean at poker.

https://ift.tt/39kfPu1

Words: 1119, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Nick (Supernatural), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Lucifer/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: SPN kink meme fill, multi chaptered, Dom Sam Winchester, Sub Dean Winchester, Unrelated Winchesters (Supernatural), Abused Dean Winchester, Dean Whump, WIP, I Don't Know How Long This Will Be, Rape/Non-con Elements, A/U, Hunting is still a thing, no vessels though, nick is an asshole, BAMF Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hunters, shifting pov, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TksKGx

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

SPN Dean Bingo Masterlist

Sensitive

Square Filled: Sex

Word Count: 840

Summary: When it comes to Dean, you’re very sensitive.

Warnings: SMUT. Just all the smut. Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, and Over Stimulation.

Peering Eyes 

Square Filled: Jo Harvelle

Word Count: 1608

Summary: Jo complains about Y/N and Dean’s public displays of affection, so Dean decided to take the fun elsewhere, knowing a certain blonde would follow.

Warnings: SMUT, Voyeurism, Mild PDA, Dirty Talk, Begging, Teasing, Explicit Language, Slight Dom!Reader (Just a smudge), Some Fluff in the beginning, and some Crack at the end.

Idjits 

Square Filled: Bobby Singer

Word Count: 2246

Summary: Bobby’s only daughter is finally going on her first date… with a boy named Dean Winchester…

Warnings: Fluff, A Bit of Crack, Extra Protective Dad, Nervous/Scared Dean.

This Bed

Square Filled: Accidental Kiss

Word Count: 1007

Summary: You get a new bed and all you want to do is break it in with a short nap, but Dean won’t allow it… until he does.

Warnings: Slight Crack and fluff?, Steamy Make-out, Dry Humping, and Implied Foreshadowing of Smut.

Finally

Square Filled: Mutual Pining

Word Count: 2627

Summary: After what was supposed to be a one-night stand, Y/N and Dean get to know each other and eventually become friends, but as their friendship grew, so did their feelings however, neither of them knew how the other felt.

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of dick boyfriends, Fluff, Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (always be safe), Consumption of alcohol, and some adult language.

Special Treat

Square Filled: Cooking Together

Word Count: 678

Summary: Dean and Y/N are in the kitchen; however, Y/N is too transfixed on what Dean is doing, needing to sate the hunger she was feeling. And it didn’t help that her boyfriend was such a tease.

Warnings: All I will say is that, my blog is an 18+ Only blog. Also, nothing triggering or too intense.

Wardrobe Malfunction

Square Filled: Free Space

Word Count: 967

Summary: You and Dean were running late for Patience’s High School Graduation Ceremony due to a Vampire case. In your haste to get ready, you realized that you’ve forgotten your duffle bag. And with the limited time that you didn’t have, you had to make due with what you had.

Warnings: Crack

Winner

Square Filled: Beer

Word Count: 1586

Summary: Playing cards with friends is one thing. Playing cards with ONLY Dean Winchester is a whole different thing, especially when one of his favorite card games happen to be strip poker. Mix that in with a little beer and nudity, and you have yourself one very entertaining night!

Warning: 18+ ONLY BLOG!

There was This Girl

Square Filled: Pie

Word Count: 4030

Summary: No matter how much time had passed and how much time had hindered their memory, it was pie that seemed always bring Dean and Y/N back together. Like the saying goes, “some things never change.”

Warnings: Fluff, Explicit Language, Under-aged Drinking, and Mentions of Relationships and Break-ups.

Back to the Beginning

Square Filled: Driving

Word Count: 2469

Summary: Dean is behind the wheel of Baby while you eventually crashed out in the passenger seat beside him. Once he was sure you were asleep, Dean took a much needed detour back to the place where the two of you first met. When you wake up, you’re excited to see where you are, but what happens inside is something you weren’t expecting.

Warnings: ALL THE FLUFF!

On Top

Square Filled: Motel Room

Word Count: 463

Summary: You, Dean, plus a motel room? Let the good times roll.

Warnings: SMUT, PWP, Filth, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Some Dirty Talk, Mentions of Kinks, and Explicit Language.

Broken

Square Filled: Case Fic

Word Count: 754

Summary: After a case gone wrong, Dean breaks. The only thing that can help his is Castiel’s grace, but Sam is conflicted about it.

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Death, Implied Major Character Death, and Broken!Dean.

Brother’s Best Friend

Word Count: 4031

Square Filled: Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Dean and Sam’s best friend, Y/N, has never gotten along. It isn’t until reality sets in, that she shows up at Sam and Dean’s shared apartment in the middle of the night. Sam’s not home, she’s in tears, and despite Dean’s hate towards her, he’s too soft to turn her the other way. So what happens next?

Warnings: Dean being a dick, Reader being a Sassy Bitch, Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Arguing, Vulnerable!Reader, Explicit Language, Mentions of Alcohol Use, Fluff, Comforting!Dean, Sexual Tension, Making Out, and Implied Future Smut.

Game On

Word Count: 1905

Square Filled: Demon!Dean

Summary: After getting caught by the one Demon you were trying to catch; you find yourself in a bit of a bind. Threatening your pride, Dean suckers you into a little game, and with sheer stubbornness, you accept, and its game on from there!

Warnings: SMUT, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Light Bondage, Demon!Dean, Explicit Language, and Implied Sex.

The Call

Word Count: 2853

Square Filled: Vampire

Summary: While in the middle of a dragging vampire hunt, Dean gets a call from you, however, it wasn’t what he was expecting.

Warnings: Lots of SMUT, and a splash of Crack.

Vegas

Word Count: 1622

Square Filled: Vegas

Summary: In the city that never sleeps, you and Dean have a bit too much to drink. And without a chaperone, Dean finds himself stumbling (literally) into your hotel room… and into your bed.

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit Language, and Fluff.

The Lucky Ones

Word Count: 584

Square Filled: Soulmates AU

Summary: In a world where finding a soulmate has become extremely rare, Dean and Y/N are lucky to have found each other.

Warnings: Fluff

Hope in a Dark Place

Word Count: 1861

Square Filled: Purgatory

Summary: Stuck in Purgatory, you manage, with help from Dean, to find hope in a dark, hopeless, place.

Warnings: SMUT, Slight Angst, maybe a dash of Fluff?

A Demon’s Trap

Word Count: 1156

Square Filled: Crowley

Summary: You seek protection from Crowley, who seemed to want the same thing you and Sam did – to turn Dean back into a human, but you come to find out, you can never trust a demon, much less the King of Hell.

Warning: SMUT, Fingering, Forced Orgasms, Squirting, Oral (Male Receiving), Overall Dark Themes (because Dean’s a demon, and so is Crowley).

Girl of My Dreams

Word Count: 3828

Square Filled: Friends to Lovers

Summary: Sleeping together turns into actually sleeping together when a sleepy confession breaks all of Dean’s walls.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (18+ ONLY), then back to Fluff! Unprotected Sex (wrap it up kids!), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Masturbation, and Slight Language.

Sore Loser

Word Count: 870

Square Filled: Hustling Pool

Summary: Y/N learns a few new tricks and hustles Dean, the king of pool, out of all his money.

Warning: Fluff, Gambling (is hustling money is considered gambling?), Some Crack, Dean being Petty.

The Monster Story

Word Count: 751

Square Filled: Ghoul

Summary: You tell a dramatic story about a mundane hunt you and the Winchester’s went on many years ago to your three-year old daughter. Dean helps…

Warning: Fluff? Crack? Angst if you squint? Scarring a toddler (possibly) for life?

End of the World

Word Count: 2392

Square Filled: Nightmare

Summary: It’s “The End” as God nicely put it… and it seems like it really is the end… for everyone. 

Warnings: Angst, Explicit Language, Major Character Death, TW: Suicide, Mentions of Death, Blood, and again, a lot of Angst. This whole thing is just angst. Maybe fluff if you squint?

My Girl

Word Count: 1600

Square Filled: Childhood Friends

Summary: There are rumors going around the neighborhood that Dean was coming back home to Lawrence for a visit. Needing clarification of said rumors, you made your way to the Winchester house. When you arrived, your question was quickly answered and then some.

Warnings: Fluff, Eavesdropping, Angst if you squint, and just really cheesy stuff (that I can’t get enough of.)

Rings

Word Count: 1957

Square Filled: Fake Marriage

Summary: “What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” – “I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake.”

Warnings: Fluff, Dash of Angst, Douche Bags, Rifle, Threats, Drunk Guys, Gross Guys, Some Explicit Language, and Lying…

[risingphoenix761]

2019 Writing Summary and 2020 Resolutions

I'm awake, I'm caffeinated, and I've got time on my hands! I'm also glad I kept track of all this in Docs, as it'll make things so much easier even if having the truth of my failures laid out in black and white was a tad painful

This will get lengthy, so let's throw in a Keep Reading bar...

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2019 Word Count

This time last year, I set out to write 100,000 words. I think I clocked in around 75k the year before, so I didn't think it would be that much harder to pop out that last 25k. Right? Right?? 😅

Final word count for 2019 was...

*drum roll*

64,014!

So...not quite what I was shooting for, but shit happens. I'd rather struggle to finish something I'm proud of than kill myself meeting the word count and produce garbage, so all's well that ends well.

2019 Writing Challenges

The thrill of victory! The agony of defeat! The satisfaction of learning one's limits and how to take them up a notch!

Annablack1102's Jeffery Dean Morgan Challenge - DEFEAT. I still owe her a John Winchester fic...

Letsby's Freestyle challenge - VICTORY! My Doc says I wrote three fics for this! *Snoopy cheer*

SPN Kink Bingo - 4/25. I'm not gonna sweat my progress on the bingos, as long as I got something on the board

SPN Fluff Bingo - 1/9. ......like I said, not gonna sweat it.

SPN Song Bingo - 2/16. Another two are current (ish) WIPs, so I did my best.

SPN Dark Bingo - 1/16. NOT GONNA SWEAT IT. I BLED FOR THAT ONE SQUARE.

SPN Rare Pair Bingo - 1/25. It is what it is.

SPN Poly Bingo - 0/25. DEFEAT.

Bamby0304’s Fourth Wall Smash - VICTORY!

SPN Trope Celebration - VICTORY! Technically. This was one of those learning experiences, and bless the mods who had to put up with me while I tried to avoid disaster.

Crowley Big Bang - VICTORY! Big fat victory! My favorite event of the year!

SPN Heaven and Hell Bingo - 4/25. A solid effort, all things considered.

Flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash's Negan Warm Weather Challenge - DEFEAT. Not counting this one out, though. I'll finish it come hell or high water.

Sam Winchester Bingo - 1/25. But I've got good prompts for future fics!

SPN ABO Bingo - 0/25. I....don't remember signing up for this...

Dean Winchester Bingo - 1/25. See Sam bingo about prompts!

Crispychrissy's Gif It To Me Challenge - VICTORY! One I'm pretty proud of!

Negan Bingo - 0/9. I've got several WIPs, but Supernatural owned my Muse this year.

SPN Dark Fic Bang - VICTORY! AND BET YOUR ASS IT WAS HARD EARNED!

SPN Swan Song Bingo - 2/15. I chose these prompts. In theory, this should have been easy!

Castiel Bingo - 1/25. More prompts for later?

SPN Classic Bingo - 1/16. It's fine.

Stusbunker's Break My Heart Challenge - DEFEAT. I still like the prompt, so....maybe a late gift fic?

SPN Rare Ship Creations Route 66 Challenge - DRAW. I finished one of my two prompts, but I'm not thrilled with it. The other is a WIP that has potential.

Crowley Bingo - 1/9. See Sam, Dean, and Castiel bingos!

Supernaturalnotcas's Prompt Challenge - DEFEAT. See Break My Heart challenge for good prompt, future fic.

Stu's Bad Smut Sprint - VICTORY! And I didn't see it coming!

Bethyl Smut Week - 0/7. I had honorable intentions, but I didn't even see the event was happening until it was in progress.

1000roughdrafts's Kink Poker - there's no deadline on this one, but I'm going for it this year!

SPN Trope Celebration Thanksgiving mini bang - DEFEAT. There goes one prompt that didn't get to fulfill its destiny...

SPN Trope Celebration Christmas mini bang - DRAW. Two prompts. One went up. The other was so close, and is now getting reworked into a New Year's fic

400 Follower Smut Fest - I took 13 fic ideas for this, and for now I'm not going to post any until they're all written, but that might change depending on circumstances...

2020 Resolutions

Let's pray I can rein in my chaotic impulses and NOT sign up for so much, for one thing. Also...

400 Follower Smut Fest - it WILL happen!

Achieve a bingo - I won't hold my breath for a blackout, but I'll be satisfied with this

Update ALL multi-chapter WIPs - even if it's just one chapter *side-eyes Warrior Shepherds*

WRITE MORE CROWLEY - the only resolution I feel confident keeping, tbh

Happy New Year! Time to write more stuff!

[thewhiterabbit42]

WIP Tournament Round 2

I got a little steam rolled by life again this week, so I’m behind on the WIP Tournament posts and getting the Writing Challenge for Part 2 out of this whole shindig.  But here are the fics that I will begin writing:

How does round two work?

Two WIPs will square off every two weeks with a minimum of 300 words shared from the first part of each of them.  

You will get one week from when they are posted to vote for the one you want to see continued. 

First WIP set will post this Friday, 5/31 at 9pm EST.  

Below the cut will be tentative post dates / full descriptions of WIPs (as they stand) and other info for how the voting and Second Chance round will work.  

Thanks again for everyone who participated in round 1!

Dates / Descriptions

The dates below are tentative and subject to change (as are any of the trajectories of the WIPs). 

Quick description notes:

The four bingos being written for are Spn Dark Bingo, Gabriel Bingo, Heaven & Hell Bingo (H&H), and Spn Kink Bingo.

👌 = this idea has behaved itself and stayed a oneshot

☢️ = this idea has no idea what it’s going to do, but could explode at any moment

😱 = this idea exceeds a 10k word count and may become multiple parts

⚰️ = this idea became a motherf’n series, and there’s no going back now

5/31 - Soulmates vs Somniphobia

Soulmates (dark) / Mistaken Identity (Gabriel) / Amnesia (H&H) [Gabriel x reader]: Every world Chuck’s created may be different, but there are some threads that remain universal.   ⚰️

Somniphobia (dark) [Dean x reader, Gabriel x reader]: You’ve had night terrors since you were a child, but the more you experience these, the less you’re certain that’s what they are.  👌

6/14 - Roommates vs Sex Pollen

Roommates (H&H) / Stalking (dark) [Gabriel x reader]: You’re nervous about moving to a new place where you don’t know anyone, including the person you’re sharing an apartment with.  You hope he’s as decent as he seems, because when you start seeing strange figures lurking in the shadows and feel like you’re constantly being watched, he might be the only person you can trust.  ☢️

Sex Pollen (kink) / Debriel (Gabriel) / Dark fic (H&H) [Debriel x reader / potential OC]: Not your average sex pollen fic. 😱  

6/21 - Threesome vs Fuck or Die

Threesome (H&H) / Loki and Gabriel (Gabriel) / Double Penetration (kink) [Loki x reader x Gabriel]: Gabriel and Loki play a high stakes game of poker with you as the prize.  👌

Fuck or Die (kink) [dark!Chuck x reader, Dark!Gabriel x reader]: Chuck has big plans for you (The Last of Us Part 2) 👌

6/28-6/30 2nd chance round

Was there a WIP idea from round 1 that really interested you but didn’t make the cut?  Was there a fic from round 2 that you really really wanted to see where it was headed but it’s been taken off the table?  Now’s your chance to bring it back!

For three days, a survey will be open listing all the WIPS from Round 1 or 2 that have been eliminated in which you vote for your top three picks, and the WIP with the most votes gets thrown back into the running.  

Round 2 Voting Info:

Voting will be open for the week following when WIP sets are posted (Friday to Friday)

Votes will be accepted via: 

Asks (anonymous votes are 100% ok) 

Comments

Comments on reblogs within the body or tags

Results will be posted on Sunday afternoon or whenever my tiny overlords dictate I can.

[1000roughdrafts]

A Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader 

Explicit 18+/Warnings: fluff, blowjob in the Impala, dirty talk, swearing unprotected vaginal penetration, Sam being adorable

Summary: Sam and Dean ‘force’ you to go to a Christmas party at Bobby’s, despite your pleas for a night in with just some beer and pizza. It turns out, it wasn’t so terrible of a night after all.  

Word Count: about 2-2.5k

A/N: using a Poker Card: J💗(Dirty Talk, Holiday Fic, “I love hearing you moan.”)

This was queued for Christmas day but I'm very angry about the finale and since part two of Hope is a Dangerous Thing is in the editing stage, I thought I'd share this little creation whilst I finish that one. Hope you like it :)

Sitting in the backseat of the Impala, you stare out of the window in annoyance as the snow, illuminated only by the passing street lamps, trickles down. You place a hand on Dean’s shoulder to grab his attention. 

“Do we have to go?” you softly whine, hoping that Dean’s music would hide your voice from Sam. He was more excited for this party than you and Dean combined, although with the fight the two of you put up, that wasn’t that great of a feat. 

As Dean opens his mouth to reply, Sam flips off the music and spins around to face you. He says something about how everyone is expecting at least an appearance from the three of you, and when was the last time you’d all been in the same place when it didn’t involve work? 

“We don’t get to take these kinds of breaks often, Y/N. The least we could do is show up, hm, babe?” Sam says, eyebrows pressed together and lips taut like a mother at her wits end. If he didn’t look so cute in the Christmas sweater he found at a discount market, you might have fought back a little. 

“Fine,” you say like a peeved teenager, crossing your arms and scooting back in the seat. 

Dean slaps a hand onto Sam’s knee, much to Sam’s irritation. “Besides, we got a surprise for you,” he says with a smug grin, waggling his eyebrows at Sam who whispers for him to shut up before glaring at his brother and clearing his throat. 

“Is it a case?” you say in monotone without removing your eyes from the falling snow. 

They awkwardly chuckle, saying nothing more until Sam adjusts in his seat and points out of the windshield. Dean takes a sharp right turn down a skinny road, sending your body flying against the seat. 

“What the Hell, Dean?” you shout. 

“Sorry, cupcake,” Dean chuckles, “just some last minute... loose ends to tie up,” he says, glancing over at Sam. He shuts off the engine in front of a closed up pawn shop. Turning around to face you, he holds a hand up, “stay here,” he says. 

He and Sam step out without giving you a chance to respond. Minutes later, the two come back and get into the Impala without so much as a word. 

“Did you just break into a pawn shop?” you ask, leaning forward as Dean starts up the engine. 

“Uh, yeah,” Sam replies, looking back at you through the side of his eye. 

“Why?” you ask. 

Sam opens and closes his mouth, holding an open palm in the air and glances at Dean. Dean rolls his eyes before meeting yours in the rear view mirror. 

“Bobby asked us to check up on something on our way over. Something about a haunted object, or whatever,” he says, twirling his hand before spinning the wheel. “I don’t really know, but it was a bust, nothing haunted there,” he says. 

“You probably didn’t inspect it thoroughly,” you groan, “should have let me come in to do it right,” you say under your breath. 

As Dean gets back on the main roads, he holds up a finger, “ooh! Let’s play a game,” he says, looking at you through the mirror. “I made it up and it’s called ‘shut up and quit whining or I’ll make you wear Sam’s ugly sweater’,” he says with a smirk and raised eyebrows. 

“Dean!” Sam scolds, looking at you apologetically. 

“No, it’s fine,” you say, giving Dean a snide smile before settling in for the rest of the drive. 

Having been hunting with the Winchesters for years, you know how Dean gets. Though the two of you occasionally butt heads, you have been great friends. Sam has always been the apple of your eye, however. You knew you loved him the second you laid eyes on him, and somehow, despite it taking him a few years to come around to the idea of being together, you knew it was the same for him. 

If it weren’t for Dean’s sharp corners and reckless driving, you might have fallen asleep. Pulling into Bobby’s salvage yard, you perk up, eager to step out of the car and say hi to everyone. 

The exhaustion of greetings aside, and when you had a few drinks in you and Bobby by your side, you started having more fun than you imagined you would. Talking with Bobby always seemed to ease your stress about any situation. He was the father to you that yours couldn’t be. 

Hunting ran in the family, and unlike Bobby, your dad didn’t really include you in his operations. It was something that really connected you to Sam and Dean when you met, as they knew what that kind of relationship felt like. At least Dean understood. He knew what it felt to always want acceptance from the man who taught you everything, and getting close to nothing instead was soul grinding. 

Bobby was able to give you that, as he did for Sam and Dean, and it was times like tonight that made you even more grateful for the Winchesters. When hands slid onto your sides and you feel the scruffy cheeks of your boyfriend on the side of your face, you smile, and turn around to embrace him. The whiskey you’d been sipping on has you feeling the perfect amount of buzzed; a bit dizzy, very happy, and not overly talkative. 

“Hey, handsome,” you whisper, kissing his collarbone 

“Hi, gorgeous,” he coos, kissing the top of your head. 

You hear Bobby groan from behind you, mumbling something about getting a room, and chuckle as Sam removes a hand from your back just long enough to wave at Bobby before he walks off. 

Sam pulls you from him, a smile radiating from him as his eyes oscillate between yours. He reaches behind you for his drink from the table, taking a sip and winking at you before bringing it into the air while keeping his eyes on yours. 

“Excuse me,” he says, stopping to clear his throat. “Uh, can I have everyone’s attention, please?” 

With all eyes on him, he brings the drink back down and wraps a hand around your back, letting his hand rest on your hip as you turn to face your friends and family. 

“As you all know, we had a rough year, and the fact that we were all able to get together to celebrate means the world to me, to us,” he says, using his drink to gesture at you. “I learned a valuable lesson this year, and the many before, that time is not on our side, especially as hunters,” he says, everyone nodding and humming in agreement. “So, it’s important, I think, to let the ones you care about know that you care about them, that you love them,” he says, voice shaking slightly. 

He slowly sets his drink onto the table, pulling his arm from behind you. Standing in front of you, your eyes widen as he reaches into his back pocket for a little red box. Gasps fill the room as he drops to one knee, smiling up at you. 

“Y/N, ever since I met you, I knew that you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with,” he chuckles, “whether that be another two years or twenty. So I’m asking you,” he lets out a breath, “in this ugly Christmas sweater, in front of all of our family and friends,” his eyes scan the room before meeting back with yours. With one hand, he grips onto yours, and uses the otehr to hold the box steady in front of you, “will you make me the happiest man on the planet by taking my hand in marriage?” 

Shocked, surprise, and happy doesn’t even begin to explain what you’re feeling. You cover your mouth with your hand, tears swelling in your eyes as you look down at him. You know you should answer him soon, but you want to soak in the sight of him in front of you like this, you want to be able to close your eyes and picture him like this whenever things get bloody. 

His eyebrows raise just a bit as he expects your answer. 

Nodding first, you squeak out a yes. He pulls the ring from the old, battered box and places it on your finger before standing. Cupping his hands around your face he kisses you, and the room fills with cheers and clapping. 

When you pull away, you examine the ring, “wow, I actually love this.” 

“Oh, good,” he says, letting out a breath, “stole it from the pawn shop,” he says, winking at you. 

“That’s what we were doing there?” you ask, laughing. “What if my ring belonged to a dead person?” you joke, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“Good thing we know how to deal with that,” he laughs, kissing the top of your head. 

“You know,” you say, “there’s a few other ways I could make you the happiest man on the planet.” 

Eyebrows raise, “is that so?” 

“Yep,” you say, biting your lower lips. Grabbing his hand you lead him out of the front door, smiling at friends as they cheer with "congratulations".

You make it to the Impala, nodding for Sam to get into the backseat. “Lay back, like that, yeah?” you say. 

He tilts his head as he looks down at you. With a chuckle, he asks, "here, really? Dean'll kill me," he laughs.

"He won't even know, just get in," you smile, pushing his arms.

He slides into the backseat of the Impala, hands nervously placed in his lap rubbing his thighs.

You sit next to him, shutting the door behind you, in a rush to unbutton his pants. Tugging on the elastic of them, he lifts up enough for you to pull them down.

You can't help but to smile seeing him hard and ready for you, kissing him on the lips before peppering the kisses down his neck. Wrapping your hand around his dick you squeeze gently, almost forcing an airy moan from him.

You slide your hand up and down, Sam's eyes closing as his head falls back against the seat. He scoots forward a bit, giving you more room.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue slip between your teeth, using it to guide you. The back of your tongue falls onto his tip, and he moans as you bring it to the base of his dick and back.

Placing your lips around him, you force the entirety of his erection into your mouth, humming while you suck until your lips hit his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of him, adding pressure with your lips as you make your way back to the tip in a twist motion.

He moans louder, sending an electric rush through you, "fuck, I love hearing you moan," you mumble with your lips still wrapped around his dick. His hand falls onto your head, careful not to apply very much pressure, but enough to let you know he enjoys it.

You twirl your tongue around his length, licking and sucking at the tip while holding onto his legs. His moan turns into a growl as he gets a grip of your hair, pulling your head up.

His lips slam into yours, forcing you into the wall of the Impala. You let out a whine as his teeth pierce into your neck, just enough to leave a mark without drawing blood. His hands grip onto your sides, and through nibbling kisses he barks a command, "take your pants off."

You oblige, as nothing gets you hotter than when Sam takes charge. Fumbling to get your pants off, he helps pull them down your legs, and as soon as they are, yanks you into his lap.

His fingers dig into your back as he pulls you close to him, lips pressed deep into your neck. He waits until he can feel you getting wet before pushing himself inside of you.

You lay your hands on his chest, arching your back as you awkwardly bounce up and down. His hands scratch their way down your back and to your hips, pulling them into him before up and back down. He bites down on his lip, squeezing you tightly as he spreads out his legs.

When you lean back, his thrusts go deeper, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix in a way you never thought you'd enjoy. A pain that carries an excitement with it. Your eyes clench shut as you let you head fall against your back, and he takes it as a sign to go stronger.

Keeping one hand on the small of your back, he uses the other to stimulate your clit, moaning when he sees how much it thrills you.

"Fuck," you utter in a shaky breath, now recognizing that you've been clenching your jaw. You slip your tongue between your teeth, focusing on breathing through your nose. But when his pace quickens, he bounces his legs with a gasp of his own, and your mouth opens to let out a choppy moan.

You can feel yourself puddle in his thigh, and soon after, the pulsing of his dick as he finishes inside of you.

"Fuck," you say again, breathless and sweaty. "I cant believe I get to do this for the rest of my life."

He chuckles, sliding his hand up your back to cradle your head. He pulls your head to his, kissing you softly.

"I can't believe it either," he smiles.

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11:11 4: Live Free or Eleven Hard

from @zmediaoutlet--I love how random these sorts of questions get.  It’s very satisfying to have to dig for an answer.  It’s like all the fun parts therapy, but without the angst or the price tag.

What’s a hairstyle you would eliminate from existence if you could?  Please, people with beards, stop doing the chinstrap.  No one looks good with the chinstrap.  No, you are not the exception.  Go shave.  The soul patch looks better than the chinstrap.

What was your favorite toy/game when you were little?  Board games, it’s Balderdash!  My family is aces at Balderdash!  Some of my favorite words come from that thing.  It requires a solid poker face, though, which I do not have.  Not that it stopped me from winning.  Turns out you can disguise a bad poker face with laughter and genuine mirth, and also silly accents.  For video games, it is, and always will be, Super Mario World.

Pick five desert island movies to bring with you to your own personal Elba.  Um, do the movies have to be about desert islands?  Because I don’t think I know of very many of those.  (I would definitely bring Tarzan, though.  I hate the Swiss Family Robinson, and that’s close enough.)  Hmmm.  Oh, this is tough.  Dogma and The Devil’s Advocate because they are meaningful to me, Sucker Punch because it’s ridiculous and pretty, The Sound of Music because who doesn’t like singing along and it will remind me of home and family, and Lilo and Stitch because it makes me smile and it is a deep little fucker.

Do you like sports? If so, which ones? If not, why not?  No.  I have fond memories of baseball, but that’s not about the sport, that’s about my grandfather.  It’s not a real sport, but I’m fascinated with fire hockey, and I’m excellent at air hockey.  Boobs make great goal blockers.

Is there something you’re too afraid to try?  Oh, God yes!  Some of it’s big stuff--like skydiving or karaoke, but some of it’s little but the embarrassment potential is high--like asking a romantic partner to dance.  And I’m increasingly curious about a very specific sexual activity I won’t go into here, but I haven’t made peace with it yet.

How many languages do you speak?  Are there any you want to learn?  I speak English.  I took French in high school, but I barely remember any of it.  I’m learning to speak Mexican Spanish.  Spanish is hard enough, and I live in California.  My cousins all speak Russian, though, and it sounds so beautiful to me.  And my priest kink is about 12 miles wide, so Latin.

What was the first thing you got intensely fannish over?  Well, I was going to be a missionary.  And then I was going to be a sex educator.  I’m likely to wax poetic about what exactly is required to make the perfect dive bar.  I can remember getting into a shouting match with someone about Ella Fitzgerald v. Frank Sinatra.  But nothing at all has ever hit me as hard as discovering kink, and discovering SPN.  Nothing.

What’s your favorite thing about Tumblr?  It’s a curated experience.  I’m pretty stringent about using my pruning shears, too.  The people I have around me now are honestly some of my favorite people.

What’s your mundane superpower?  The one I want, or the one I have?  The one I have is that I seem to be very good at finding good deals on things.  Just scored a $200 pair of boots for $20.  Nothing to scoff at.  The one I want, though, is to always have exactly the right amount of change, no matter what.

What’s your favorite joke?  I don’t even know how to convey this one in writing.  There’s two inside jokes in my family.  “Beagledy” (oddly, from Balderdash!) and the headmaster at my old school is Norwegian and he’d put on his mother’s almost incomprehensibly thick accent and read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas every year.  Not a creature was stirring, not even a moose.

If Warren Buffett handed you a million USD to donate to a charity of your choice, which one would you pick?  Oh, this is an excellent question.  Really excellent.  I...was going through a tough time several years back.  I’d give all that money to my adoptive Kinky Parents at The Service of Mankind Church.  And the folks at CORA, a local domestic violence recovery network.  If it weren’t for those two groups, particularly Bill and Robin at SMC, I would not be here today, and I will never be able to pay forward the grace that they showed me.

And now I come up with 11 questions, yes?  This part’s actually harder.

What is a non-traditional pet you’d like to have?  No dogs or cats or birds or bunnies, unless it’s a Vorpal bunny and a vulture.

Favorite music video?

What is your favorite food to make?

How efficiently do you pack for a trip?

Contacts, glasses, surgery; how’s your eyes, and do you want to change your ocular circumstances?

Coachella or Burning Man or something else entirely?

Favorite kind of Ben & Jerry’s?  Convince me to try it.

Would you do a dating show, and if so, what would it look like?

What is a strange thing you collect?

If you could afford it, what is the one big-ticket item you would walk right out the door and buy right now?

If you redecorated your house, top to bottom, what would it look like?

And now 11 people.

@likepunchinginadream, @zmediaoutlet, @wetsammywinchester, @kansastexas, @reluctantsonofawitch, @evilbibiprincess, @untouchedsam, @youknowtheyarebrothers, and that’s all I got.  Sorry.  PLEASE don’t feel pressured.  And if anyone else wants to, I want to know about it!

[weekendwritingmarathon]

This weekly roundup includes fics written (at least in part) during the 1k1h sprints and/or the Weekend Writing Marathon events.

Fics are ordered first by fandom, then by word count from smallest to largest.

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So much fun, until it’s gone by @fpwoper

Supernatural || Dean/Lucifer || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 1,075 words

Summary: What if it wasn’t Sam who went to the Cage with Michael and Lucifer, but rather Dean? Also, Michael and Lucifer do get bored. SPN Kink Bingo square: Dean/Lucifer SPN ABO Bingo square: Strip poker

Other tags: Dubcon Kissing, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blind Dean Winchester, Seeing Dean Winchester, Strip Poker, The Cage Is A Fun Place Full of Fun Games, Discussion of Torture, Allusion to Rape, none actually happen

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Double Up by @fpwoper

Supernatural || Dean/Cas/Jimmy || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 2,366 words

Summary: Dean’s heat hit him all of a sudden, and now that he’s claimed by not one, but two amazing guys, he has to have the both of them in him to quench his heat. SPN Kink Bingo square: ABO dynamics SPN ABO Bingo square: Dean/Cas/Jimmy

Other tags: Castiel and Jimmy Novak Are Twins, Twincest, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Jimmy Novak, Beta Castiel, Dom Castiel, Switch Jimmy Novak, Sub Dean Winchester, Heat Sex, Double Penetration, Bondage, pretty much a mess is what this fic is, implied possibility of mpreg

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But A Whimper by @samanddeaninpanties

Supernatural || Wincestiel || Explicit || Rape/Non-con || 3,607 words

Summary: Sam wants Dean for himself. But that's impossible, so fighting the law is his best shot to get away and make a life for himself. Cockblocking Dean becomes his goal. And he's not subtle. It's not meant to be. It’s meant to gain Dean's attention. It works a little too well.

Other tags: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!Cas, beta!Dean, omega!Sam, noncon, drugged!Sam, drugged!sex, come eating, memory loss, spitroasting, double penetration, top!Cas, top!Dean, bottom!Sam

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Have you posted a fic written at least partially during a WWM event? Submit your fic here by midnight EST Monday and it will be included on next Wednesday’s WWM Fic Roundup post.

[1000roughdrafts]

Punishment

Square Filled: Dom!Dean

Pairing: Dean WInchester X Reader 

Explicit 18+ / Warnings: Y/N is a bit of a bratty sub, shower sex, unprotected vaginal sex, Men of Letters AU, possibly language, 

Word Count: 2.3k

Poker Card: 10♠ (Dom/Sub; your choice; “you embarrassed me this evening.”)

Created for @spnkinkbingo​

Whiskey scented kisses between you and Dean make your head spin amidst your drunken stupor to get to the bed. You let out a needy moan when he drops you against the bed and pulls away, but you clip it short when he growls. With wide eyes, you look up at where you last felt him, scanning through the darkness for his face to gauge his temper. 

The floor slightly creaks under his steps, and you turn in the direction of his movements. Head spinning from a bit too much to drink, you bring a hand to your forehead and let out a soft grunt. You let it grow louder as Dean flicks on the light. Moving to cover your eyes with your hands, you stop when he puts his hand over your mouth. 

“Sit up,” he commands, his voice low and gruff. He pulls his hand away slowly to allow you room to follow his order. 

“I am sitting,” you say, letting the words extend into another whiny moan. 

“Come on, get up,” he repeats, his voice rough and husky as he uses two fingers to motion his command. 

You roll your eyes, dramatically throwing your hands on either side of the bed to lift your body up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you watch him carefully. With your hands folded in your lap, you tilt your head slightly as you curiously inspect his stature. 

He looks you up and down, eyebrows pushed together as he removes his suit jacket, and only looks away to prop it on the chair. Slowly, he begins to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, his eyes now back on yours. Walking over to you, he rolls up his sleeves, one after the other. 

Biting his lower lip, he points at you, “take your clothes off.” 

Intrigued, you move at a leisurely pace, pushing your chest out as you slowly un-link your hands and set them to either side of you. Puffing out your chest, you unhurriedly bring yourself to your feet. With squinted and dark eyes he looks you over, nodding his head to urge you to continue. Turning your head to the side, you slip a finger under the strap of your dress. Looking back up at him, you tilt your head slightly. Feigning a pout, you turn your back to him and point at the zipper. “Help? Please?” 

He rolls his eyes, but obliges. Setting his cold, rough hand on the back of your neck, he walks his fingers down to your zipper, releasing you from the cloth restraint. You roll one strap off of your shoulder before moving to the next, letting the dress slip to the floor before turning to face him. 

Closing the gap between you and him with a small step, you bring a hand up to his face. He grips onto your wrist and uses it to jerk you into him, throwing his free hand around the back of your waist to hold you close. Squeaking at the sudden movement, a smile forms on your lips. He lowers his mouth to your ear, sending shivers down your neck and spine. 

“You embarrassed me this evening,” he snarls, gliding his hand up your back, unclasping your bra in one swift motion. Gripping onto your ponytail, he pulls your head back, putting his lips against your neck. 

The kisses start off soft, tickling your neck, and goosebumps form on your arms and legs as they quickly turn into nibbles, but he pulls away before you can really start to enjoy it. Cold air sweeps between you as he shoves you back onto the bed. With a few fingers resting under his chin, he paces around the room in a few steps. 

“You remember what happens when you embarrass me, right, Y/N?” he asks, stopping in front of you and dropping his hand. 

“I get punished,” you recite, biting your lip in anticipation. 

He keeps his eyes on you as he undoes the knot in his tie, staying silent as he shimmies it off of him. Throwing it to the side, he nods, “that’s right,” he says, smiling for the first time since you got back to the bunker. “And do you know what you did that embarrassed me?” 

You scan your memory of the evening, shaking your head when nothing comes to mind. 

He kneels down in front of you, “that was a very important meeting for the Men of Letters, Y/N, and you got sloppy.” Panning his hand from your head down, he says, “look at you. You’re wasted. You were a gibbering mess at this dinner, and you’re lucky I saved the deal, Y/N.” Placing his hands on his knees, he pushes himself to his feet, adding, “so even though everyone’s gone tonight, you’re gonna be quiet tonight. No talking unless spoken to, got me?” 

Your jaw falls open just slightly, surprised and slightly upset, but you quickly draw it closed in hopes that he hadn’t noticed. 

“And that right there,” he says, eyebrows raised as he points to your mouth, “is why that rule is in place,” he shrugs, “you’re argumentative. And quite frankly, you enjoy moaning too much.” 

You bite your tongue to keep the whine from pouring from your lips, but just as you know Dean, he knows you. He kneels in front of you again, gripping onto your arms and sliding his fingers up to your shoulders. Looking deeply into your eyes he brings a hand to your cheek and caresses your face. With his head tilted to the side, he lets out a long sigh. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks, voice soft. “Take off your panties, and come with me,” he says before standing and walking to the door. 

Doing as he says, you follow him down the hallway and into the bathroom. He leads you to stand by the door while he turns the faucet on. Placing his fingers under the stream to test the temperature, he turns to you with a smile.

“Nice and cold in here for you,” he says with a smirk, motioning for you to stand underneath the water. Frowning, your lips form into a pout, and you stall for just a moment. “Do I need to repeat myself?” Dean says, placing a hand in the small of your back, guiding you towards the shower.  

You shake your head, closing your eyes as you stand under the water. Goosebumps cover your body as it adjusts to the temperature, and you can feel your nipples as they harden. Facing the wall, you huddle under the stream with your arms folded tightly against your body. As you shiver, you hear a metallic clank behind you. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You shuffle your feet, turning in a slow circle, keeping your arms folded tightly against your chest. His eyes darken as they scan you from head to toe. Even in the cold, you admire Dean as he removes the rest of his clothing. “Tell me, what did you do to deserve this?” 

“I - I - I-” you stutter as your body shakes from the cold. You blow out a quick breath, “I embarrassed you,” you say quickly. 

Taking one step closer, he nods, “by doing what?” 

“Get- gett- getting too drunk,” you say, trying to focus on his face. 

He takes another step as he nods. In a low growl he says, “good girl. Turn the water up just a bit.” 

Obeying him, you turn the knob up to a slightly less freezing temperature and turn back to look at him. 

“Again, what did you do tonight?” he asks. 

“I embarrassed you,” you say without stuttering this time. 

“How?” he asks, taking a final step over. 

He now stands in front of you. All you want to do is grab him and pull him into you, but instead you clear your throat and answer his question. He smiles, slowly putting his hand behind you on the dial, his chest touching yours as he turns the water to a lukewarm temperature. 

“Turn back around,”he instructs, twirling a finger. “Hands on the wall,” he says, nodding when you do so. “Good girl,” he praises, “now, spread your legs,” he commands, using the back of his hand to tap the inside of your thighs. 

You draw in a quick breath, trying to keep yourself from getting too excited. He pulls his hand away, and you stay in position without daring to look back. You can hear the sloshing of water, and presume he stands underneath it. 

After a few long seconds his hands grip onto your waist. Pressing his fingers into your skin, he runs them around to your stomach and lets them glide up to cup your breasts. As he presses his body against yours, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips. Dean was quick to step away, covering your mouth with his hand. 

“Ack,” he scolds, “what did I say about being quiet?” he asks, sliding his hand down your throat, squeezing gently. “That was a question, Y/N,” he says, letting his hand fall back to your breast. 

“Only speak when spoken to, no moaning,” you say, swallowing hard as his fingers twist around your nipple. 

He presses himself against you again, slower this time and you concentrate on staying quiet. His hands coast down your stomach again, the left one finding it’s place on your hip, and the other slipping between your legs. 

You bite your lip to keep from making any noise as his fingers slip between your folds. Bowing your head slightly, you watch as his finger runs up and over your clit. When he pulls his finger away, you put your eyes back on the wall, reminding yourself to be silent. 

Like a fish hook, he slips his finger into your mouth, pushing it between your lips. You close your mouth around his finger, sucking it as he pushes it in and out. When he withdraws his finger, he puts his lips against your ear, “do you like how you taste?” he asks, and you can only nod. 

Stepping back, he keeps a tight grip on your stomach, and uses his free hand to guide his dick inside of you. It takes everything inside of you not to moan or gasp out as he enters you. The first thrust is slow, and torturous. You want to squirm, to push back onto him and encourage him to be harder, rougher, but know that that would result in more punishment. 

“What did you do wrong?” he asks, slowly pulling his dick out so that only the tip is inside of you. 

“I embarrassed you,” you say, before he slams back into you. The moan that left your mouth had a mind of its own, and you have no doubts that Dean did that intentionally. His hand flies onto your mouth, gripping tightly as he brings his mouth to your ear. “No noises,” he says through clenched teeth as he pulls out of you to thrust in again. 

Readjusting his stance, he thrusts in and out of you a few times before taking his hand away. 

“What are you never going to do again?” he asks, keeping a steady pace. 

“Embarrass you,” you say, taking advantage of the moment to pant. 

“’I’m never going to’...” he prompts, pushing deeper inside of you. 

You clench your eyes shut before answering, the coil inside of you winding up, “I won’t embarrass you again,” you pant. 

“Again,” he says, ramming into you at a quick pace. 

“I won’t embarrass you again,” you say, your words breathy. Your mouth feels hot and dry as he hits all the right spots. 

“Again,” he says. 

You repeat yourself, keeping your eyes closed as your hands roaming the walls for something to grip onto. When Dean notices, he grips onto your wrists. Pausing but staying inside of you, he shuffles back a few steps so that you can no longer reach the wall. 

Keeping a grip on both of your wrists, he forces your elbows to bend and folds your arms behind you, holding onto them with one hand. He uses his other to grip onto your ponytail, keeping you bent over at the waist. Without so much as a warning, he plunges into you, promptly getting back up to speed. 

A clapping sound echoes in the bathroom as his thighs slam against your ass, and you have a feeling that you’re going to be sore in the morning. You swallow hard, trying to wet your dried out throat. He tilts you forward just a bit more, the tip of his dick now hitting your sweet spot. 

“Again,” he says in an airy moan.

The way his voice is gruff and drenched in desire for you makes you hot all over again. You swallow before answering, and strain your voice as the words come out in an attempt to not scream out as your orgasm hits you. 

Dean thrusts into you one last time before moaning out. You stay bent over until you know that he’s ready, feeling his cock pulse inside of you. When he pulls out he grips you by your shoulders and turns you to face him. 

“I bet you’re ready for bed, huh?” he jokes, and you nod. Wrapping his hands around your cheeks, he brings your face to his lips as he plants a kiss on your forehead. “Me, too,” he says, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you, “we’ll go in a minute, for now I just want to hold you.”

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Downtime

Square filled: Sex Pollen

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Explicit 18+ / Warnings: language (y/n in this is quite crude and has a mouth on her lol), self-stimulation/masturbation/fingering, smut, vaginal penetration, fluff, 

Word Count: 3.9k 

A/N: incorporating a card from Kink Poker  Poker Card: A♠ (Masturbation, “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”) from KinkPoker

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Hunting witches drug you and Dean across eight different states in a matter of three weeks. Three fucking weeks. No hunt had ever taken so long, and it left you feeling incredibly frustrated, drained, and even incompetent. The bitch was leaving bread crumbs that lead absolutely nowhere, and that was no mistake. No, she knew exactly what she was doing. 

You affectionately nicknamed the first location ‘Ghost Town Fucking Georgia’. You stormed into an abandoned building, guns loaded with witch killing bullets and ready for a fight, only to find a deserted altar with the candles still burning. This last location, Miserable Motherfucking Missouri, you walked into a greenhouse; no witches, just a shit ton of flowers. 

Sam stayed at the bunker with Eileen, with the promise that he’d look further into the case and keep you posted, and you wouldn’t call him after midnight unless it was an emergency. After working non-stop, you needed a break, so Dean and you decided to take two days and one night off; get some drinks, relax, and get right back to it in the morning. 

Right now, you couldn’t even fucking think straight. Not with this - out of nowhere - evocative feeling breathing down your neck. And with the exhaustion that plagues you, you can’t bring yourself to give a shit about the mix up with the motel’s front desk about the bed situation. 

“Looks like we’re finally gonna sleep together,” jokes Dean, but you find no humor in it. Not when you’re feeling the way you have been since stumbling upon the witch’s science experiment. 

“God, I wish Sam were here right now,” you mutter under your breath, kicking off your shoes and leaving them by the door. He would definitely know what to do about this mystery plant. 

“What, don’t like me anymore, Y/N?” Dean says, lips curled up to one side in an intoxicating smirk. Wait, you think, intoxicating? What the fuck is wrong with me? 

You turn your body away from him, trying to place your attention on anything but Dean’s allure. He drops onto the bed, letting his bag fall to the side as he lay back. When you don’t offer a reply, he sits up, rolling his eyes at seeing you at the desk, papers spread out in front of you. 

Even as you’re facing away from him you can somehow still feel his every move as he stands from the bed. From his calloused, yet gentle hands setting down next to him as they lift the rest of his enticing, muscular body , to the way his musk of a long day’s work wafts from him. 

“I thought we were gonna take some time off,” he criticizes, setting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing them tenderly. 

Your eyes shut involuntarily, and you accidentally let out a soft, and thankfully unnoticed, moan. Clearing your throat, you roll your shoulders back to knock his hands from them. 

“Don’t... don’t do that,” you plead. “I’m just trying to figure out what this plant is.” 

“Why?” he asks, moving back to sit on the bed, seemingly indifferent to your rejection. Right. Why does that even bother you? 

“Why what?” you ask, distracted by his smell. 

“Jeeze, Y/N, I know it’s been a while since you’ve had some shut eye, but it’s like your brain is shutting down,” he chuckles, “why are you looking into that plant? There were hundreds,” he says with a shrug. “It was a distraction, another ploy, a wild fucking goose chase.” 

Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you stutter, “I just... I find this one interesting, that’s all.” 

“Come on, it’s one in the morning. I don’t need you wakin’ me up getting into bed at six when you can’t figure it out.” 

Without removing your eyes from the picture on your phone, you mutter, “you wouldn’t wake up if the room caught fire, Dean. You’ll survive.” 

Coming to stand next to you, his presence feels magnetizing, like you’re full of static electricity, hair standing on end and needy for him to touch you, to release the built up energy. 

“Dean, could you not-” you sigh, shoulders dropping as you let out the breath. “Could you please not stand so close? You’re making me feel... uncomfortable,” you squeak, shifting in your seat when you feel that intimate slick of arousal in your underwear. ‘Uncomfortable’ is a good way to put the way you feel, but not for the reasons he might think. 

“You’ve never felt that way around me before,” he says, almost insulted. Ugh, I can’t help it! God, why can’t I help it? 

“I know, I know, it’s just,” you force yourself to look at him, “I just-” 

“Y/N, you’re sweating,” he interrupts, placing a hand on your forehead, “and you’re hot as hell. Are you okay?” 

“Can you just go to bed, Dean?” you grumble, jerking your body away from his touch and extending your arm straight to point at the bed. “I’m fine, and you’re kind of annoying me right now.” 

“I’m not even doing anything!” he retorts, arms thrown in the air, “fuck. What’s your problem?” he growls. “When was the last time you got some? ‘Cause you’re being a real bitch tonight.” 

The two of you had been in many fights over your five years of friendship, but him raising his voice like this has never given you the feeling it does right now. The gruffness in his quiet shouts only makes you crave more, to have him degrade you while you ride his dick for hours. 

You shake your head, trying to send the thoughts away. It’s not happening. 

“What’s that got to do with anything?” 

“Puts you on edge, leaves you keyed up, jumpy,” the gruff has dropped from his voice, and he stands to grab a beer from the small fridge. “Besides, we’ve been glued to the fucking hip since we started this lost cause of a case, so Lord knows I need it, too,” he says, bringing the neck of the bottle to his lips. 

You groan, “ugh, can we not talk about sex right now, Dean?” I need to open a window, or take a walk. 

Dean grips onto the arms of the chair from behind you, whirling it around to face him. He has you cornered with his arms on either side of you as he stares you down with squinted eyes. You would do anything to avoid this rousing eye contact, but you can’t pull away. 

“What’s goin’ on with you? Did something happen back there that you’re not telling me?” 

You open your mouth to, yes, feed him a lie, but the sharp bastard catches it before it comes out. 

With a tsk and a quick tilt of his head, he brings a finger up, just inches away from your nose. “Ah ah, no ma’am,” he says, dropping to a crouch in front of you. “I want the truth. Now.” 

Feeling yourself get even wetter than before, you bring your eyes into your lap. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you throw your hands onto your cheeks in hopes of cooling them down. 

“Is it hot in here? It’s pretty hot in here, right?” you say, dropping your hands and quickly standing to rush past him for the window. 

You allow the crisp breeze to hit the fire you feel on your face and close your eyes as you revel in the short, but sweet, release from this ravenous and almost uncontrollable desire to fuck your best friend. 

At first it’s his finger that you feel, wrapping around your elbow, and then his palm as he closes his grip on your arm, and why is everything seemingly moving in slow motion? 

He flips you around and grips onto both of your arms tightly, and you’ll be damned if you didn’t at least try to hold in that moan. 

His lips pursed, head tilted curiously. He drops his hands and takes a step back, letting your arms drop to your sides as he lets go. 

“Did you just... did you just moan?” Oh God, oh God, he looks disgusted. Or is that intrigue?? 

Covering your face again, you let out a groan and push your knees together, trying to release some of this tension. 

“Yes,” you sheepishly admit, letting out a whine in frustration. “I don’t know what happened! Like, an hour after we left the greenhouse, I started to feel...” you trail off. 

“Horny?” he asks with a faint smirk. You can only nod, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Well, there’s ways to take care of that, but I’ll tell you right now, it’s not by doing homework.” 

“Yeah, except I’m pretty sure the fucking plant is to blame.” You think for a moment, “you know who would know what to do? Sam. And I know what I promised him, but I think this qualifies as an emergency. Don’t you? Yeah, this is definitely an emergency. I can not be stuck in this room, feeling this way, with you loo-” you throw an arm at him in gesture, accidentally meeting eyes with him as the last word nearly slipped from your lips. 

Hoping he wouldn’t press the matter, you grab your phone off of the desk and search for Sam’s contact. 

Dean’s presence even more alluring now, he grips onto your arm and runs his hand down to your wrist, grabbing the phone and setting it back on the desk. 

“’Loo-’ what?” 

“No, nothing, Winchester. We’ve been friends for way too long, I’m not about to do anything to jeopardize that.” 

“Well, that’s both of our decision to make, don’t you think?” he says, “how are you feeling right now, anyway?” he asks like he already knows the answer, but is just waiting to hear you say it out loud. 

You sigh heavily. Just give it up. “I feel like if I don’t fuck someone soon, I’m gonna die.” 

He laughs, softly but heartily. “It’s not funny, asshole,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle, but your dripping pussy clenches at the vibration, and you’re right back to square one. 

“It’s been a while for both of us, you know,” he says, trailing off. 

“I’m listening,” you urge. 

“And... obviously you’re a little bit more in need than I am,” he chuckles, “but we both need this, right?” You nod quickly, “and we both... want this, right?” he asks, an eyebrow raised. 

Ah, there it is, you think, my knight in shining fucking armor, asking for consent. 

“I’ve never anted anything more, Dean,” you say in a whisper, taking a slow step towards him. 

“For how long?” he questions, face scrunched up in intrigue. 

“For about six hours. Clothes off. Now,” you snap your fingers and point to the bed. 

“Woah, woah,” he chuckles, “slow your roll baby cakes. I’m not doing anything unless I get your permission. I don’t want you regretting all this in the morni-” 

“This isn’t a fucking contract, Dean,” you shout. “It’s sex. You down? Cause I might just go to that bar we passed and-” 

“Get on the bed,” he demands. 

Smiling, you waste no time in removing all of your clothes and lay on the bed. Running your hands across your breasts and down your stomach, you focus on keeping them above your belly button. 

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch,” he says, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, drawing back the sleeves. 

“Excuse me?” you say, springing up to sit straight, your hands planted behind you on the bed to hold you up. 

He casually walks to sit in the chair. Resting his forearms on the arms of the chair, he leans back slightly. “I’m serious, Y/N.” You stay silent, mouth agape at the surprise, “look, you want this? Prove it.” 

Scoffing, you scoot down to the edge of the bed. “I won’t lie to you, Dean, I kind of like it when you boss me around,” you say setting your fingertips on his cheek, caressing his face as you bring your hand around to the back of his neck. 

He grips onto your wrist, but leaves it. Without moving his head, his darkening eyes turn to yours, “then prove it.”

“Fine,” you chirp. Leaning back and supporting your upper body with one elbow, you pull your feet as close to your ass as you can, exposing all of you to his viewing pleasure. 

Eyes glued to his, you place two fingers on top of your clit, walking them back and forth and moving slowly down to your entrance. As you flick that sweet spot just below your clit, you watch as Dean’s eyes trail down from yours. They slowly roll down your naked chest, soaking up every detail of you and stopping to watch your fingers as the thrust inside of you. 

The way his eyes widen in lust only intensifies your libido. You throw your head back, arching your back as you continue to fuck yourself, needing for your fingers to go deeper. You feel a stir in your core as you’re slowly climbing towards your orgasm, but as soon as you feel that rise it escapes you. 

You growl in frustration bringing your head back to face Dean. Pulling your hand from yourself, you smile when Dean tilts his head. 

Without saying a word, you scoot to the edge of the bed and let your legs fall between Dean’s. You work his belt, quickly unbuttoning it before unzipping his pants. He lets out a sigh, moaning as you pad his growing dick over his boxers. 

His hands fly on top of you breasts, massaging them gently before bringing his fingers to your nipples. You let out a moan when he pinches them, temporarily stalled in your attempt to undress him. 

With his fingers gripping onto the elastic of his pants, he stands and pushes them, along with his boxers, down to his feet. He leans to press his lips against yours in an intense kiss, surprising the both of you at the jolt of it. You stall for a moment, your lips frozen against his as your mind catches up to what you’re doing. 

When you feel that stir once again, you drop your thoughts and leave them behind as you fiercely kiss him back. With his palms against your chest, he starts to gently push you back onto the bed, but you pull away. 

He looks at you curiously, but before he can question if you want to go further, you place your hands on the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. Putting your hands on his chest, you push him back into the chair. A smile forms on his lips as it rolls back and hits the desk, causing you both to giggle before you place a knee to one side of him. 

You keep your eyes on his as you bring your other leg up. Dropping down onto him, you use your hand to guide his cock inside of you. Both of you let out a voiceless moan as his thickening member fills you. Your eyes shut as you let out another lust filled moan, and your head tilts back as you lift yourself just a bit. 

Using the arm chairs to hold yourself up, your back arches as you get him to hit your sweet spot. He puts his hands to the small of your back, pulling your chest against his as you ride him. With your hands now on his shoulders, you grip onto him, using them to add more power to your grind. 

Both of you now breathless, the moans come out as croaking pleas for more. His legs straighten out to give you more room to work, so his hands tighten around your shoulder blades to hold you up. He pulls you up and down on top of him, and heat swarms your back where his fingers dig into you, but it only serves to excite you more. 

“Fuck,” you groan, and in hearing your voice, he lets out a low growl, letting his head fall back against the desk. “Oh my god,” you cry, dropping your lips onto his neck.

You only mean to leave pleasurable kisses in a trail to his mouth, but the harder he pounds into you, the more vocal he is, the more your teeth dig into his skin. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t ask you to stop. Rather, he lowers his hands to get a better grip of you and starts to pull you down onto him as he pumps inside of you. 

His name escapes your lips in multiple syllables as you bounce on him. Your legs begin to shake as the earth shattering orgasm hits you. Your mouth freezes on his neck, open but no longer baring any teeth as you squeak out an airy moan. Thrusting into you a few more times he lets out his own deep moan, filling you with hot cum as you collapse on top of him. 

A few silent moments pass, and to you it feels like hours. You keep your face in the crook of his neck as the both of you catch your breath. With wide eyes you stare at the floor, wondering what the hell you’ve just gotten yourself into. 

This doesn’t have to change anything, right? You think, trying to convince yourself that things can easily go back to normal. This doesn’t mean things are different, you affirm. 

You presume Dean feels a similar confusion, as his hands haven’t moved from your back, nor has he spoken a word. Fear of facing him is overpowered by the numbness that fills your thighs from the position, so you slowly lift your upper body to take a peak at his face. 

His eyes are closed, and a slight smile rests on his lips. Before you can think about anything else, you draw your face closer to his, and plant a soft, affectionate kiss on his lips. When you pull away, his eyes open and oscillate between yours. 

“What’cha thinking about?” you ask him. 

He keeps his eyes on yours, carefully calculating a response. “About how absolutely amazing you are,” he chuckles, lightly blushing. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just saying that cause I fucked you,” you laugh, lifting your body up to stand down from the chair. You suddenly feel embarrassed to be naked around him. A heat fills your cheeks, and you turn your body away from him to walk towards the bathroom. 

Grabbing a hand towel you clean yourself up and look into the mirror at your sweaty face, the way your hair frizzed up and flies to and fro. Chuckling at the appearance you straighten your hair out just a bit and walk back into the room. 

Dean, still naked, lies on the bed on his chest. His arms rest under the pillow as his head is turned in your direction. Smiling when he sees you, he lifts his head up just a bit. 

“Should we-” you start, pausing to clear your throat. “Should we talk about what just happened?” you sheepishly ask. 

He pushes himself up with a soft groan, sitting on the edge of the bed as you walk over to him. “What’s there to talk about?” he shrugs with a smile, “you were sick and I cured you,” he jokes, but with the thoughts that circle in your mind, you find no humor in it. The smile drops from his lips when you don’t respond. He grips onto your wrists, causing you to look down at him. “See, this is what I was talking about,” he starts, and you detect a shakiness in his voice that you can’t help but to latch onto.

Is that... hurt? 

Your eyebrows furrow, and you shake your head, “no, Dean, it’s not that,” you say, pulling yourself from his hands to sit next to him on the bed. He rotates his body to face you. “I don’t regret it. I just-” you stop, letting your eyes fall onto the floor. “What if we-” you sigh, reminding yourself that this is your best friend. He’s the only person you’ve ever felt comfortable sharing every intimate detail of yourself, even prior to tonight. He’s been there for you through thick and thin, and if you could get through everything you have been, surely you can overcome telling him how you feel. 

You turn your body to face him, grabbing onto his hands. “I just need to get something off of my chest, and I’m sure we could talk more about this later. I don’t want to spring anything on you, especially with everything that’s going on, and the fact that with the life we live we don’t get to make these kinds of decisions often. I mean, you’ve said so yourself, we don’t get a happy ending-” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” he interrupts with wide eyes. You haven’t a clue how long he’s been rubbing your finger against your thumb, but you zone into it. Does he even know that he’s doing that? Is it on purpose? Does this just come with sex with a Winchester? 

Your mind reels, heart pounding in your chest as you remind yourself that he’s always been a safe space for you, someone you could talk to about anything, so you take a deep breath. 

“Dean, I felt something when you kissed me,” you say, letting out a breath of relief as the words finally spill out. “I know we’ve been friends for a long time, and I really truly meant what I said about not wanting to ruin that, and I don’t know if you felt it, too, but what if?” you leave it open to let him decide what should come after the ‘if’. 

His hand slips from under yours and he cups your chin, bringing your face to level with his. A smile dances on his lips as if he can’t decide whether he should keep it or not. His opposite hand finds a spot on your cheek and he uses his thumb to rub a soft circle on your face before letting his hand trail to your ear. 

He puts a stray hair behind your ear and brings his face closer to yours. Your breath hitches in your throat and you keep your eyes on him, anticipating his every move, but wondering if this is one of his sick, practical jokes. But he doesn’t stop. The hand under your chin cups around your throat as his lips clash against yours. You open your mouth to the kiss, scooting closer as his hand slides down your throat and onto your chest. 

When he pulls away, he plants his eyes on yours, smiling brightly. 

“Is that a... yes?” you say, holding back your smile until he can say the words aloud. 

He nods, and you let out a breath, the smile forming on your lips as you pull him in for another kiss. 

“We can talk about it more in the morning,” he says, scooting back to fluff his pillow. Motioning for you to lay next to him, he says, “for now, lets get some sleep.” 

Still wearing a smile, you lean over to shut the lamp off before cuddling up next to him. Your heart pounds in your chest as you rest your head against his. As the excitement fades out, sleep fades in, and you find yourself falling asleep in each other’s arms for the first time, wondering what the future holds for the two of you. 

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