#supernatural drabbles

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Whenever Dean is about to use the shower after me, I turn the temperature to scalding.

Sam: Why-why would you do that?

Y/N: To make him think I am capable of withstanding that pain. I take normal showers, but I want Dean to be a little scared of me.

Sam: (sighs) You’re both idiots.

Charlie: (in awe) That’s genius.

[kaleldobrev]

Taste

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)

Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.

Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.

Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.

“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.

Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.

Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.

Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.

Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.

His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.

Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.

He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.

Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.

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[fbfh]

did you know that Dean wakes up one morning and realizes he has a fucking bombshell of a wife/husband/spouse, a cozy (slightly rural) suburban house, and not one but three fucking daughters???? Did you know that he woke up one morning to toddler giggles and little kid bickering and baby babbling????? and your girls come charging in hushing their little giggles so they don't wake up mommy and daddy and so OBVIOUSLY he has to pretend to be asleep so he doesn't foil their plan. he focuses all his energy on keeping his face and body relaxed, keeping his breathing even. they're whispering and babbling and Dean peeks an eye open and looks at the love of his life and these three angels with their daddy's attitude and their mama's heart. they have your eyes and his smile. they're... the best parts of both of you, and there's something entirely new and beautiful in each of them too.

Bobby Dean is your oldest, and her 4th birthday is just around the corner. She's 3 and 3/4 right now, and won't let anyone forget it.

Your second is Jodi John, or JJ informally. She's fought her way half way through the terrible twos and is already getting a head start on the whole 3 going on 13 thing.

Mary Cass, or Cassie, is your youngest. She's just over a year old, and wants to do everything her big sisters do.

And Dean is looking at your little girls, and at you. He sees the way the morning sunlight dapples in through the window and illuminates their tangled hair and disney princess nightgowns. Your face is all puffy from sleep, and you still smell like the apple pie you made yesterday.

it's real, he realizes. that pipe dream that apple pie life.

you gave that to him. you did that. you turned his deepest, most unspoken desires into a reality like it was nothing. and every ounce of joy and love and peace he feels every moment of every day, he owes it all to you. You try to tell him on occasion when he gets all sentimental on you, he deserves it. he deserves every good thing he feels, and he's so great with the girls, he's a natural dad and you couldn't possibly dream of a better husband to do it with.

Because at his heart, Dean is a family man. He's your family man.

[supernaturalfreewill]

Warnings: drunk adult of legal age lol "Okay, can you navigate the stairs?" Sam asked you, rushing to spot you as you charged forward toward your front porch.

"I'm not THAT drunk," you retorted, and quickly lost your balance on the second step.

"Whoa! Okay..." Sam caught you gently by the elbow and steadied you with another hand on the small of your back. "Let's just slow down a little, yeah?" he laughed, smiling down at you.

You were looking up at him with wide eyes. His were full of so many colors. You found it slightly dizzying. Or maybe that was the alcohol...

"You okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing down.

"Mmm," you nodded. "Sam. I have a secret..."

He laughed again and gently nudged you up the stairs and toward the front door. "You probably shouldn't tell me then," he replied.

You paused to dig around in your bag for your keys, biting your bottom lip. "Well—I mean, if you insist, I guess I could tell you." Your words were slightly slurred and Sam shook his head at you, cocking an eyebrow up.

"I didn't—but go on, I guess," he said, holding the door open when you finally managed to get the key in the lock and turn it. It was pretty clear that what he had to say mattered very little at the moment...

You waved him to come in but he only stood a little nervously on the mat as you dropped your purse and immediately began pulling off your shoes and your jacket. When you were done, you stepped close in front of him again and looked up at him. Sam's eyes flitted down to the soft pout of your lips. "You—you probably shouldn't tell me anything you consider a secret," he said quickly. "You're prettyyy drunk."

"But I want to tell you," you said, still staring up at him.

Sam gulped.

"Sammy—" A jolt of electricity zipped up his back when you said his name like that. You rarely called him 'Sammy'. "—you know, I've had a huge crush on you since the moment we met," you said. Your voice was breathy and low.

Sam gulped again. "Are you sure this isn't just the whiskey talking?"

You shook your head, looking slightly offended that he didn't believe you. "It's not the whiskey. It's true. And the longer I've known you—"

But Sam suddenly gently gripped your shoulders and interrupted you. "Y/N—I'm gonna stop you. You are drunk. And I don't want you to say something you might regret tomorrow."

You looked up at him and a perplexed expression muddled your face. "Why would I regret—"

"Just—trust me. Okay?" His heart was pounding. It took every bit of power he had to stop you from saying what it seemed like you'd been about to say. But he didn't want to hear it this way, with you foggy and fuzzy from a night at the bar and with him unable to feel right about grabbing you and kissing you, worried he'd be taking advantage... "But tomorrow, when you're sober, if you still want to tell me... I promise you I would be—beyond happy to hear it. But for now... goodnight. Drink some water, eat something, and get some sleep, okay? I'll check in with you tomorrow."

Prompt: "Mmmm I have a secret." / "You probably shouldn't tell me then." / "Oh geez, well... I mean... if you insist, I guess I could tell you." / "I didn't but go on, I guess..."

[otissbluebearshirt]

Wingman - [ Dean Winchester ]

Summary: You decide to ask Dean why he never tried to set you up with men, even though he was more than happy to set you up with women

Word Count: 1510

Warnings: bisexual female!reader, little flirting, suggestive tones

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You’d never needed a wingman before. Never had trouble finding yourself a one night stand or even a week long affair. But ever since you met Dean, on a hunt that had almost ended badly for you both, the guy hadn’t stopped trying to set you up with women wherever you went, even though you’d told him multiple times that you didn’t need help in that department. But still, he was adamant.

It was always women he tried to set you up with, never men, despite how many times you’d told him you were bisexual, to which he always replied with ‘I know’, yet continued to refuse to even so much as allow a guy to look in your direction let alone try and set you up with him. It made you wonder sometimes, just why Dean seemed so inclined to set you up with women instead of men, and one night after a rather rigorous hunt you decided to ask him exactly why he did what he did.

The bar near your motel was relatively quiet that night. Sam had already gone to bed which just left you alone with Dean, who for once wasn’t able to play wingman to you as you happened to be the only woman in the bar that night. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms overhead after the long, tiresome hunt, the burning of the rugaru’s flesh you could still smell in your nose, no matter how many times you’d cleaned it out.

Your eyes scanned the bar, taking in the surroundings and those within it. It was pretty much like every other bar you guys had frequented, a jukebox in one corner, a pool table in the other, but luckily this one smelled a little less like beer and body odour as according to the bartender, things had been pretty quiet all day, which you couldn’t be more thankful for as the last thing you wanted after today’s hunt was Dean trying to set you up with any woman he thought might be interested in you.

“So Dean… Question for you.” You spoke up, straightening in your chair as you came to look at the man before you, who had a rather frothy moustache above his upper lip before he wiped it on the sleeve of his jacket.

“Shoot.” He said, a soft burp following which made you scrunch up your nose a little before you brushed it off. You were used to the sounds and smells of the two men you travelled with by now, and after what you’d seen during your time as a hunter, it would take a lot more than a burp to disgust you.

“Why is it that you seem so keen on setting me up with women, yet you never, ever, try and set me up with men?” You asked, leaning your elbows against the table as you spun the straw in your drink around with your finger, watching as he pondered your words, avoiding eye contact with you as he did.

“Is it maybe because then you can’t imagine what might be going on behind that motel room door?” You questioned, your tone a little playful as you caught sight of him shifting in his set, clearly thinking to himself about said actions as you could tell by the way his eyebrow arched and his lips curled into that mischievous smile. But still he said nothing, which made you have to work a little harder on getting the response you wanted.

“Because you know…” You said a little flirtatiously, lifting your foot to rub against his leg, making him jump back a little before you pulled back. He immediately went for his beer, your actions clearly flustering him. “If you’re curious, all you gotta do is ask… I don’t mind an audience.”

Beer sprayed from Dean’s mouth at your words, he coughed and spluttered, wiping at his mouth as you laughed to yourself, taking your own drink as he simply glared at you.

“That wasn’t funny.” He mumbled, wiping the front of his shirt with a napkin as you set your glass back atop the table. He knew you were only joking as the first time he saw you with another woman you told him the only way he’d ever get to watch was if he was dead and a ghost, but still, he couldn’t deny that your words had his heart hammer furiously in his chest.

“That’s what you get for ignoring my question.” You said without a hint of regret, making him frown.

“What question?” He asked obliviously. He knew what question as he'd clearly heard you, but he just didn’t have an answer to it. At least not one he’d think you’d like.

“You know what question.” You said a little softer, hearing the small sigh that left his lips. “So come on, spill… Why don’t you ever set me up with men? And don’t say it’s because you’d rather picture me with a woman.” You added, holding up your finger as you could tell that’s where he was going when his mouth opened a little.

Dean sighed again, his eyes falling to where his fingers tapped almost anxiously at his glass before he looked back up at you, your head tilting a little to the side, not enough to rival Castiel but enough to show him you were curious.

“Because I don’t like the idea of some guy running his hands all over you, okay? You happy now?” He replied, his tone the opposite of the look on his face, the almost saddened look he hid behind those gorgeous, trauma filled, green eyes.

“Why? It’s never seemed to bother you before.” You asked curiously, more curious than you had been as you honestly just assumed he enjoyed the idea of you being with a woman as then he could fantasise about it. He ignored you, offering you nothing but a slight scoff before he took a swig of his beer, annoying you once again as you went unanswered. “Dean.”

“What?” He barked out, slamming his glass a little harder on the table as you gave him your signature ‘don’t take that tone with me’ look. He sighed yet again, almost apologetically, before his eyes drifted from yours and he mumbled. “Are you really gonna make me spell it out to you?”

“Yes.” You said bluntly, your heart hammering in your chest as to just what he could need to spell out. You’d always had a crush on him, always got jealous when he took a woman of his own back to the motel room but you never thought he might feel the same way about you, not when he was so eager to set you up with others… But the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense as to just why he didn’t want to see you with other men.

“I need to hear you say it, Dean.” You shifted closer to him in your seat when he offered you no response yet again. Your knee touched against his, making him twitch a little at the mere closeness of the two of you. His eyes finally shifted to yours, seeing the way they sparkled in the moonlight that shone through the window before your voice met his ears in a whisper. “I need you to tell me I’m not imagining things… I need you to tell me you feel the same way.”

At those words, Dean simply took your face in one hand, his lips crashing against yours in a way that had you seeing stars, and not those that you could see behind him through the window. You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket, feelings the way his hand slid slowly round to the back of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair as he cradled the back of your head, deepening the overdue kiss.

His tongue traced over your bottom lip, pushing yours apart before it delved deep into your mouth, tasting the strength of your drink against your own as his hand landed on your waist. You leaned forward, your own hand cupping the side of his neck as he practically devoured you like the hungriest of men. You almost didn’t want to pull apart but when your lungs began to burn, you knew you had to.

“Well said.” You chuckled, breathlessly, as your forehead leaned against his, your eyes glued to his lips as they curled up into a rather proud, almost smug smile.

“Did that answer your question?” Dean asked, lifting a loose strand of your hair back into place.

“It does… But I think I might need to do it again, you know, just to be sure.” You teased, hearing the soft chuckle that left his lips before they pressed against yours again, making you wish you’d gone and asked him that very question all those months ago, as if you had, you’d have gotten what you’d dreamed about a hell of a lot sooner.

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Dean Winchester Drabbles

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[sleepyangelkami]

AN ANGEL d.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 4.5K

DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - You're nervous to lose your virginity, Dean shows you everything that you've been missing out on.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!dean, sub!reader, nervous/shy!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, p!v, teasing, loss of virginity, fingering, hickeys (r.recieving), size kink, praise kink, dean is experienced, reader is inexperienced, (1) thigh slap, big dick!dean, boob fondling, boob sucking, reader is smaller than dean, illusions to past masturbation, reader blushes, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

dean liked having you sat in his lap.

this wasn't the first time, your legs stretched around his waist while your hands scrunched idly at the black shirt he'd been wearing, your lips against his own. making out with you had to be possibly the best thing he'd ever done. it was like getting sent to heaven and back, between each breath he damned the gods that disallowed him to press his lips against yours for forever.

but you were new to all this.

he had to be gentle.

dean was the first real relationship you'd ever had. and if he was being honest, you were sort of the first real relationship he'd ever had too.

he used to hop from girl to girl, bed to bed and not think twice about it. you were the absolute opposite. you were the type of girl that didn't speak unless spoken to, you kept your head down and got through everything without so much as letting your imagination wander with what it would feel like to be with a man.

then you met him.

his hands were pinching at the fat of your thighs, he found it hard to keep his hands to himself when you were like this. between kisses, he could hear the shakiness in your breaths, it drove him unbelievably mad.

you felt almost sorry for dean, knowing it'd taken this long to get comfortable enough to even make out with the man. you knew his history and how he wouldn't go longer than a week without someone in his bed. now he'd went more than three months with you like this, aching for more.

and it wasn't like you didn't want more, believe me, you'd been aching just as horribly.

you were just... scared?

deans hands moved harshly against your skin, right hand coming down to gently slap your thigh before gripping it once again. the feeling prompted a low whimper to leave your lips.

dean almost groaned. he could get used to hearing noises like those.

when the man pulled away from your lips, heavy breaths still leaving his own, you swore you could have whimpered again just from the loss of contact.

he looked down at you, eyes all blown wide, lips slick and swollen, it was a sight he hoped was never erased from his memory. he wanted to remember this forever. "y'so needy." he had that cocky grin on his lips, cocking his head to the side as he viewed you as a whole, all his, right in his lap for the taking.

you felt your cheeks get hot at the sentence, eyes immediately darting anywhere other than his face. "don' be mean." was the mumble you let out, eyes adverting and voice lowering. you weren't able to talk to him, not when he got like this, all 'bigger' than you, it made you feel small, it made you feel wet.

"'m not, 'm not." he spoke with a low chuckle, one of his hands raising to meet your face, you felt the padding of his thumb wipe across your hot cheeks, he could tell you were nervous. then again, you were always so nervous. "i think it's cute."

again, your face got increasingly hotter but dean didn't leave you any room for words, dipping his head so his lips could meet your neck.

there was something so surreal about being like this, your hands gripping at his shirt, top lip clamped down on your bottom as he kissed against the skin of your neck.

again, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. makeouts and hickey-leaving was getting more and more natural in your relationship, common, even.

he'd come home from his hunts with sam and all he'd want was you either below or on top of him, his lips against anything they could reach.

you felt his lips part, sucking against your neck as one hand ran up your back, the other cupping the back of your hair. once he sucked, his tongue would smooth over the skin, pleasure to ease the pain. and he'd go again, gradually moving to different places on your neck. marking you.

your own lips were strewn shut, you were hoping and praying on every star that you didn't let a noise slip from you. you were too nervous, too embarrassed but the whole point of this was to feel good, wasn't it? so why did you feel so embarrassed to show him how good it felt?

your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling suddenly overwhelming.

you didn't register the move of your hips until his lips left your neck and his hands clamped down on your waist, low grunt leaving his mouth.

you stared at him with those big eyes and he swore he was gone. "y'can't do that, sweetheart." despite his words, his tone was gentle. "can't start something if you don't want to finish it."

he knew how inexperienced you were, he thought you wanted to hold off on losing your virginity which is why he'd never made such a move but by the way you were looking at him now, he swore you wanted nothing more than for him to take you.

and he'd gladly do so upon your command.

"i do..." you uttered. ".. want to." the words made your insides twinge, made your nose scrunch and your lips purse.

you were too nervous, shaking like a leaf on top of him. even so, with so much anxiety bottled into a human, dean made no movements of caution.

you sort of liked that dean wasn't as awkward or nervous as you were. dean was confident, that much was for sure. but being so confident also gave him this openness, seeping comfort into your veins as his large, warm hands trailed up and down your thighs.

"yeah?" his voice was breathy and his smile had left his features. he didn't need to be so teasing now, he knew you would simply burst of shyness. and he didn't want you in a position of uncertainty. "what d'you want?"

he wasn't trying to tease you, though he knew his fingers that began to dance against your skin were doing nothing to calm your nerves.

he just needed to hear you say it.

you planted your face into his chest with an incoherent mumble, cheeks alight as flames.

dean could have laughed at you but he didn't want you thinking you'd done something wrong. on the contrary, he found it downright adorable how shy you'd been getting. but you couldn't help it, this was such an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in your stomach.

"can't hear you, sweetheart." his head came down to sit atop yours, his voice a gentle whisper. "i need you to tell me what you want, okay?" his free hand tipped your chin upwards to look at him, those pretty green eyes held so much sincerity. "use your words f'me, baby."

words felt stuck in your throat, you couldn't seem to get them out. but dean didn't want to let this get away from him, he steadied your chin between his fingers.

"i want..." your voice was all breathy, all needy. it had dean reeling. "i want you to touch me."

and as the words passed your lips, you swear all the air was knocked from your lungs. listening to yourself talk had made your head feel fuzzy. before dean, you couldn't have even imagined such words leaving your lips.

dean was struggling to compose himself but nonetheless, he did. his lips quirked into this proud yet sly smirk as his fingers ran up and down your thighs. "where, angel? here?" he practically mocked, fingers against your knee.

at this point, dean had never seen an angel, he didn't believe in them. but he was sure that if angels did exist, you had to be one of them.

you could have corrected him verbally, told him to stop teasing or even scolded him for mocking you while you were all worked up like this. but instead, you chose to grasp his bigger hand in your own and trail it towards your core.

as your hand cupped his own, he could feel them shake, he almost cooed at you but he didn't want to make you more nervous than you already were.

but when his hand finally reached your clothed core, he couldn't help but let out a groan.

it didn't take longer than a second for dean to have you flipped over with your back against the mattress of the bed. a noise left your lips as he towered over you, that infamous smirk etched to his lips.

but a type of seriousness washed over him. "are you sure you want this?"

you knew he wasn't asking you to tease you or make you wait, he was being sincere and you couldn't have been more sincere back by bucking your hips with a low whine of the word, "yes." quickly followed by a "please."

"so needy." he mumbled back, lips moving to your neck while his fingers fumbled at the cotton material of your baby blue sleep shorts. he hooked his fingers around the waistband and tore it off skilfully.

he supposed his experience was paying off.

you didn't have any time to counter what he'd said, too focused on the feeling building in your stomach. much of it was worry, anxiety even but the majority of it was this foreign, amazing feeling.

"fuck." his ring clad fingers circled against your panties. you were suddenly hyper aware of how worked up you'd gotten while making out with him, a blush creeping in on your face as you turned away from him.

dean all but tutted, dragging your face back.

"don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. This wet for me, the least you can do is look at me." he had that empowering stare that told you he was in charge here, it had you shrinking further into the mattress.

but dean wasn't demanding, sure he was dominating but he didn't make you uncomfortable. truthfully, you'd been rather scared of getting this far with anybody but you were sure that if there was anybody you wanted it to be with, it was him.

his hands toyed at waistbands of your panties. "this okay?" his eyes were glued to your face, trying to watch every way your face contorted, making sure you were okay.

believe it or not, there was a lot one could tell from just looking at someone.

you nodded your head briskly, darkened and bitten lips parted slightly, covered in the slick left behind from your tongue. your cheeks had turned a darkened colour too, blush spreading across your face.

there was something so surreal about looking at you like this, knowing nobody else ever had. he pulled the panties down your legs, watching you steadily with his own lips parting open. his eyes moved from yours to trail down your body, landing on your sopping core. he couldn't help but breathe in a breath.

"you're so pretty, angel." he moved his hand upwards again, closed fingers gently toying with your clit, which earned a soft gasp from you. his lips quirked as he brought his hand away, using the other to slip off his ring. he took your wrist, holding it up gently. "take care of this for me, yeah?" you nodded as he slipped the ring onto your thumb, seeing as your other fingers wouldn't fit it. "good girl." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

he was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you were a virgin.

now, dean wasn't necessarily put off by the fact that you were a virgin. dean couldn't have cared less what you were. but he needed to make sure he was gentle, more so than any other time.

because he was the first, the one you'd remember forever.

though, he intended to be your very last, too.

his fingers trailed across your pretty tank top, down to your hips and finally edging between your legs. he peppered kisses against your face and down across your jaw, finally landing on your neck, fingers pushing your legs apart with ease.

as shy as you were, you didn't hide from him, you allowed him to part your legs, his hand was against your inner thigh, softly soothing up and down against your skin.

but he had to make sure, before he touched you. "sure this is okay? not having second thoughts?"

of course dean wanted to but he only wanted to if you wanted to. but you nodded anyway, swallowing though your mouth was dry anyway. "'m just nervous." you admitted softly.

it was no secret to dean that you were a nervous creature already. he knew this was all new to you but he didn't want you to feel shy around him. "you don't need to be." he pressed a kiss against the supple of your cheek, hand moving further as you let out a shaky breath. "not with me." as the whisper left his mouth, his hand came up to touch your hot core.

the noise that left your mouth should have embarrassed you but right now, you couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of his hand right where you needed him.

he collected your wetness onto his fingers, spreading it up and down your folds, two fingers parting from the rest as he gently eased them into your hole.

heavy breaths suddenly left you, chest rising and falling while dean's face was practically hidden in your neck, peppering kisses, sucking and licking against the soft skin while his fingers settled inside of you.

he gave you hardly any time to adjust to the feeling, pulling them out and then thrusting them right back into you. "you're so warm, sweetheart." he mumbled in slight awe. suddenly, the image took over his mind, the image of him inside of you. he couldn't seem to wipe it away.

he knew that giving yourself to him even just like this was a lot for you, he didn't want to push you any further than he already had tonight.

however, the image still tainted his memory.

as the speed of his fingers increased, so did the volume of your noises.

a sticky, wet sound bounced from wall to wall, causing your cheeks to warm incredibly further. you flushed, your own hand coming up to cover your mouth, suddenly aware of how loud you'd been.

a coo left his lips, free hand coming to drag your wrist away from your mouth. "wanna hear every noise you can make, angel."

and his words alone made you whimper.

the palm of his hand bounced against your clit with every thrust of his hand, emitting these noises from you that you'd never been able to draw from yourself.

"y'sound so pretty, you know that, baby?" you made a noise to show you were listening, though all it told dean was that you felt good. "look so pretty too. so beautiful. all mine."

dean couldn't keep his hands to himself.

his free hand dragged against your skin, pushing at it as if trying to get closer to you in any way possible.

against his fingers formed a creamy ring. he looked down at his digits sliding in and out of you, wetness surrounding you both, keeping you together by a wet string.

he let his thoughts wander.

as evil as it was, he simply couldn't think of anything else, he imagined it was his dick sliding in and out of your hot, wet hole, the noises you'd make would be so much louder, you'd be so much fuller.

then he was suddenly aware of your experience once again.

you were tight, incredibly tight which only made him scissor his fingers. if you were going to take his dick, he needed to stretch you out first.

"dean!" you spluttered out as he scissored his fingers inside of you. "c-cant."

your hips bucked backwards, as if you were trying to tell yourself to stop, but it felt too good to stop.

and dean knew your body well, more than you knew it apparently for he only tutted, holding your wrist in his free hand. "you can take it baby, there you go." and he must have known what was happening because your insides were turning to mush.

you'd orgasmed by yourself before but this? this was true bliss.

he held your waist down to the mattress as your body squirmed, head falling back into the pillows as his name fell on your lips, moans and whines blissfully leaving your slick lips.

"good girl." he mumbled, pressing kisses anywhere his lips could reach. "you're so good, there you go. atta girl."

his words of praise fell on your lips, only making you squirm impossibly more. but nonetheless, he kept up his pace, fingers moving to help you ride out your high.

dean swore he'd never seen something so beautiful.

he watched in awe, staring at the way your face scrunched up, pretty lips parted and your eyes screwed closed, though he could only imagine you were seeing stars behind your lids, not that he was being cocky or anything.

the sight was pure bliss, angelic, even.

he swore he'd been to heaven and back, just watching your face contort.

and he'd watch it forever, if he could.

he was suddenly aware of how tight his jeans felt.

"i need to fuck you." he was mumbling with a slight neediness in his tone, kissing up and down your throat, his hand only coming to a halt when your own practically pushed it away, the overstimulation becoming too much. "can i?" a beat passed. "please?"

his face rose to meet yours and you stared at him, all blissed out. you swore that his fingers were the most skilled, pleasurable feeling you'd ever felt, much better than to how it felt when you'd done it by yourself. your lips were glossed over, heavy pants leaving your chest. huge eyes and flushed cheeks.

almost a whine of the phrase, "uh-huh." passed your lips.

and it was enough for him.

his lips crashed into your own, kissing you ever so softly, though there was passion hidden somewhere between your heavy breaths.

needy hands pawed at the end of his black shirt, his own hands reached down to cup yours, helping you tear it off of his body. his amulet dangled downwards, just below your face and he was suddenly very aware of the fact that your top was still on. he supposed he'd been too focused on making you feel good to realise.

his hands reached the end of your own top, helping you push it over your head.

no words left his lips but they parted, tongue passing over the bottom one as he stared.

your pink bra was so pretty on you he almost had to think to decide whether or not he wanted to keep it on. but he decided with the latter, hands unhooking your bra skillfully, as if he'd done it a thousand times before.

he hardly got to see your boobs, for his hands cupped them as soon as they were let out of the bra. he cursed out a grunt under his breath, one hand leaving your breast so his mouth could replace it.

against the mattress, your back arched, stomach against his own while you bit back the pretty whimpers which he yearned to hear. his mouth worked against you, rolling his tongue back and forth, practically flicking your nipple in his mouth making you unable to contain the sounds you so desperately tried to keep back.

"d―dean!" you spluttered, eyes fluttering shut. his own eyes looked up at you, watching your face contort once again.

he had to have you.

as his face left your chest, a string of spit connected your boobs to his lips.

he wiped it away, though nothing could wipe away that smut smirk he held. nonetheless, he helped himself to shimmying out of his jeans, taking his boxers off with it.

it wasn't until he took everything off that reality set in. you stared, eyes blown wide, he was, well... big. and it was sort of hard not to get nervous, even with the fact that his fingers had just been stuffed inside of you, you weren't so sure it was going to fit.

"you okay?" he leaned down, towering over you. he realised your eyes hadn't moved from his dick, pulling your chin up with his two fingers. "are you sure you want this?"

you nodded your head, thoughts a mere muddle of clouds. "i just... 'm nervous." you admitted, feeling your stomach fill with this fuzzy feeling that you only got when you talked to dean.

"you don't have to be nervous, sweetheart, not with me, okay?" the palm of his hand rested on your face. "do you want this?"

"yes." you answered without a beat.

"promise?" you could have melted right then and there. dean winchester was of many things but above all, he was gentle.

"promise." you mumbled, finding yourself relaxing just at the mere sound of his voice. his hand trailed up to find your own, fingers interlocking yours. his free hand moved down to his dick, pressing it in his hand.

you watched with curiosity yet also nervousness. you'd never seen this done in real life, so the shyness was creeping in as you watched him move his hand up and down his shaft, dragging it towards your wet hole. instantly, a sound left your lips, blush instantly creeping in as your eyes snapped up to him. he only smiled gently at you, finding your shyness rather adorable.

the head of his dick slowly pushed inside of you and that alone had you feeling awfully stretched. he wasn't just long, he was thick too meaning he stretched you out completely. "okay?" you nodded at the sound of his question, the feeling of his lips on your cheek moments after. "'s gonna hurt a little, alright?"

you nodded your head, eyes shutting closed as you braced yourself.

you weren't an idiot either, you knew first times were supposed to hurt but luckily for you, you had dean right there, holding one of your hands tight in his own, soft whispers and kisses against your skin.

what more could you really ask for.

he slowly eased himself inside of you, worried he was hurting you. then again, there wasn't really any other way to get inside without hurting you. he watched as your face contorted, a gentle whimper leaving your lips but he knew it wasn't one of pleasure, more of pain, actually.

he mumbled gentle apologies and left a trail of them in kisses from your neck to your cheeks.

finally, he was in completely and he couldn't help the string of curses that he mumbled under his breath.

dean stayed as still as he could. worry set in, he didn't want to hurt you, not when you'd been so nervous in the first place. he'd been with many girls but you were a tight fit around him, swallowing his dick whole. he couldn't help but almost coo at the way your hole clenched around him.

he felt your hips shift, and he knew you were ready. "can i―fuck, sweetheart, can i move?"

again, you nodded with a subtle whine that told him in other words, yes, he absolutely could move. and that was exactly what he did.

he slowly pulled his dick out from inside you then suddenly slammed his hips back in, his dick hitting the spot deep inside your walls. instantly, he was met with a mewl.

"shit." he uttered, wanting to draw as many sounds like that out of you as he could. his two hands now rested on yours tightening his grip as he placed them over your head so he could gain better access. "oh, fuck, sweetheart, you're so fucking pretty."

it seemed as though dean had the mouth similar to a sailor when put in a position like this.

but he couldn't help it, you were staring at him with those doe eyes, pretty noises falling from you. his hips moved with ease, slamming in and out of you, it didn't take him long to pick up the pace either.

your legs lifted to surround his waist, moans leaving the two of you as his hips slammed inside of you.

"shit, you're so good for me." he was a mumbling mess, he meant every word of what he said, though he wasn't too sure what was leaving his lips as of now. "oh, my sweet girl, thaaat's it."

he tipped his head forward, connecting his forehead to your own. your whimpers and whines were swallowed by a kiss, gentle yet so full of neediness, it was exactly what you wanted.

"feels..." you mumbled once your lips had parted, though you were sort of dazed, not all the way there. "feels so good."

"good girl, 's it, take it all." you felt his hand suddenly trail down, fingers soft against your clit while his dick still hot between your gummy walls. "'s okay, you're okay."

you shook your head, swallowing thickly as your hips bucked. "'s―'s too much!" you panted out, moans leaving you as if you couldn't keep them inside.

"you can take it, baby, know you can." but he could tell by the way your face twisted again, you were close.

and so was he.

"you gonna let go f'me? huh?"

at this point, your eyes had fluttered shut and you lips were parted as you nodded, brows strewn together. "gonna... 'm gonna cum, dean."

"that's my girl." he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "cum all over my dick f'me, sweetheart."

you supposed you were more obedient than you thought.

dean watched as you squirmed and moaned, eyes screwed shut as you finally let go around him. he could feel your gummy walls squeezing him tighter, a ring of slick had formed at the base of his dick. the mere sight, his dick still stuffed inside your cunt and you, cumming all over him.

well, it was enough to have any man weak.

which was why he'd finished so quickly, too.

after all, he'd been holding on since you were sat on his lap.

and that one feeling, cumming in your wet, hot walls and watching you with that pretty, stricken and worn out face as you came on him too... he swore he had really been to heaven and back.

when you both rode out your highs, he laid himself on the bed next to you, watching as you reached your hand up, playing with his silver ring that sat on your thumb.

he swore he was staring at an angel.

main masterlist/dean's masterlist

[allurilove]

Yandere Ghost x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: A little introduction to very pretty and demure yan ghost x gender neutral reader, perverted behavior, mentions of cheating and murder, he wants to be your one and only.

Part two ! ★

Yandere ghost had been alone for five hundred years. He had seen many people come and go, and none of his lovers had last long. They were all peaceful people who accepted death and their untimely demise, and no matter how hard he would beg for them to become a spirit and stay with him—they chose to go to heaven. Yandere ghost was scared to let go. He wanted to be on earth forever.

Yandere ghost had the prettiest hair that rivals the finest silk. Before he had died, he was a paramour. He fell in love with a married woman that made him want to be the best version of himself. He started to learn all the beauty secrets he could, traveling around the globe for the best ingredients for his skincare and hair. He dabbled in makeup, adding a bit of rouge to his cheeks and stained his lips pink. He took care of his body well. He used sugar to wax any hair on his torso or legs, and slathered scented creams he made himself so he smelled rosy. He made sure he would massage his legs and face after he woke up, and put ice on any puffy areas.

Yandere ghost was murdered by his ex-lovers husband. He didn’t like to dwell on his death, and he hadn’t exactly been truthful to you about it as well. He didn’t want you to think lowly of him for being the “other woman” and breaking a relationship apart. But, when he does get unwanted memories from that unfortunate night, he appears in your bedroom. You could feel his presence whenever he comes and goes, his cold hand would gently tug at your blankets, and you shivered as his body slowly sided next to yours. He would play with your pajamas, kiss your cheeks and bite on em. Not too hard, but enough so he could see his teeth marks.

Yandere ghost was grateful that you weren’t creeped out by the sight of him rubbing his cheeks on your inner thigh. He liked resting on your lower half since it was so unbelievably warm. He liked pressing his tongue against the crotch, and he smiled often at the wet spot that usually formed down there. He doesn’t want to be too forward with you, so simple touches like these was all he did. He kissed the fabric of your underwear, trailing upwards to your midriff, and his fingers grazed over the soft skin of your thighs. Yandere ghost was more active during the night time, and he preferred to keep himself hidden from you. Sometimes, he would pop out if you had another man over. His beautiful face would twist into disgust, and for a brief moment, he would reveal the most ugly parts of himself to the man he considered to be “trespassing.”

Yandere ghost was a little mischievous and jealous man. He didn’t like seeing you with anyone else because he had felt like you were the one. Yandere ghost was a man of many talents. He could rip his body into half on command, his intestines hanging like strings, and his mouth could detach from the jaw. He often liked to scare the men by hovering over them, his eyes wide and white without a pupil in sight, and his breath that reeked of spoiled and decaying fish would waft into their nose. If that didn’t work, he would beg them to free him from this house, and scream that there was a curse for any man that stepped foot on this land. He would crawl on the ground, sobbing endless black tears. Every time they would snitch on him… yandere ghost just disappeared immediately. He wouldn’t want you to see this jealous side of him.

[figthoughts]

★⋆. — imagine dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room…

warnings: smut, caught in the act (dean x fem!reader) 18+

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

“mmmph-”

you moaned against dean’s hand as he rocked his cock up into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

“shhh, baby…” he cooed quietly, glancing over at his brother asleep in the bed next to yours.

“mmm, can’t…” you murmured against dean’s hand, following his gaze to the younger winchester. sam’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his lips parted as soft breaths flowed in and out of his lungs.

dean’s hand stayed clamped over your mouth as his eyes flickered back to yours. your walls squeezed around him in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from gushing down his length again; you knew you couldn’t stay quiet if that happened.

“baby, come on,” dean muttered through laboured breaths, “shhhh.”

you couldn’t help the little whimpers and grunts that escaped you as dean continued to thrust his hips up into you, his girthy cock stretching your pussy so deliciously.

“ahh, dean,” you moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure continued to build.

“shhh…” dean whispered again, his cock twitching up into your cunt, “you wake sammy, babe, and he’ll be so mad.”

you felt your pussy tighten around dean’s cock again, nearing another orgasm at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position. dean bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face, trying to hold in a groan at the feeling. he was barely keeping himself together.

the quiet but lewd sounds of him pumping into your wet cunt filled the room, along with both your soft grunts and the squeaking of the motel bed.

sam let out a groan and rolled over to face you and dean. you both froze, watching and waiting for his hazel eyes to flicker open and catch you two in the act.

but they didn’t. instead they stayed shut. dean hesitantly slid himself back up into you, keeping his eyes on his brother. you watched sam too.

your thoughts started racing around in your head and you couldn’t deny it, some fucked up part of you kinda wanted to get caught riding dean.

dean’s fingers began rubbing your sensitive clit again, making you whimper as he thrusted in and out of you.

“shush, i’m serious.”

you pouted against his hand, “c-can’t… feels too good…”

he gripped your face tighter, “we’ll have to stop if you can’t keep quiet, baby.”

his words sent a flash of panic through your body, your head instantly shaking as you grinded on him, desperate to show him you can be good.

“that’s it. nice and quiet,” he said breathily, feeling you clench around him even more, knowing you were about to let go, “stay quiet for me, angel.”

you hissed and tried to hold back whimpers as you came all over his cock again, your juices leaving a creamy ring around his length as he pumped into you.

dean groaned at the feeling of you gushing all over his cock. his own release washed over him. he shot thick warm ropes of his seed deep into your cunt, making you whimper and clench again as his hips jerked up. he pulled you down against him and buried his head in your neck, letting out louder grunts and moans.

“can you guys shut the fuck up?” sam groaned. you felt a pillow hit the side of you as you laid flat on dean, his softening cock still inside you. you laughed softly in dean’s ear.

“sorry, sammy,” dean smirked as he rubbed your back. he moved his head to look over at his brother, who had turned away and pulled the blanket over his head completely.

dean laughed and pulled you even closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as he whispered in your ear, “oops.”

A/N: wrote and edited this high so ignore it if something’s grammatically incorrect or doesn’t make sense LOL anyways poor sam :( i’m laughing so hard

requests and feedback are welcome and encouraged!! thank uuu <3

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean, an inch from Castiel’s face while adjusting the knot of his tie, explaining to Cas with such raw honesty that humans lie when they most want something

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Castiel trips over himself in a rush to open the door for Y/N)

Dean: You dropped something.

Castiel: (looking at the floor) What?

Dean: Your dignity.

[kaleldobrev]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

A rebloggable Dean Winchester Masterlist for your viewing and reading pleasure. All stories are Dean Winchester x F. Reader unless otherwise stated

Authors Note: Will update this as I post more stories

Come on Tiger (823) | You convince Dean to come to bed

You’re Not Normal (College AU) (556) | The reader and Dean become friends in a weird way

Happy Father’s Day (1.2k) |It’s Father’s Day, and the reader has some news to tell Dean

One Day (1.2k) | The reader and Dean talk about their dream life away from hunting

You Don’t Mean That (Demon!Dean) (2.3k) | Sam and the reader finally find Dean and bring him back to the Bunker. Sam says not to talk to Dean before they cure him, but the reader has other plans.

I Love The Way You… (2.9k) | Dean wants to propose to you but isn’t really sure how, so he asks Sam, Jody, and Donna for help

Nightmare Cure (1.6k) | You struggle with nightmares. So Dean comes up with a way to help you.

Autumn Vibes (1.2k) | Dean creates a new recipe in honor of the fall season.

A Date with Dean: Lucky Strikes (5.8k) | Dean and you go bowling for this weeks date night. But decide to make it a little bit more interesting.

The Comforts of a Winchester (2.2k) | Having a nightmare sucks, but at least you have Dean to comfort you.

I Dream of You (1.7k) | Dean dreams of a life with you, but do you?

Pizza, Beer & Zeppelin IV (1.2k) | Dean is surprised to find out what your ideal first date is; and he’s more than happy to oblige

You Deserve Love (2k) | Sometimes Dean needs reassurance that you love him

A Small Part of You (2.3k) | Although Dean is gone, at least you’ll always have a part of him

I Love Her, That’s Why (2.2k) | Dean thought that he was doing a pretty good job at hiding his feelings for you…until Jack started asking questions.

You Make Me Happy (2.3k) | With you doing what he believes to be an incredibly reckless thing on a hunt, Dean finally realizes how much you really mean to him

Old Man (3.4k) | Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way

Without Hesitation, Yes (2.6k) | After all these years, Dean finally asks you to marry him.

Spitting Image (2.8k) | You think Dean looks like one of your favorite characters. Dean on the other hand…doesn’t see the resemblance.

Come Back Home (4.5k) | After a relationship ending argument that caused you to leave the Bunker, you and Dean haven’t heard from/seen each other in over a year. Are there still sparks between you two? The better question is: Did they ever truly leave in the first place?

Daddy in a Different Way (2.5k) | A simple misunderstanding leads an older woman to believe that you and Jack are together, not you and Dean. But Dean does a “very good job” at clearing things up…But maybe not in the best way.

Pumpkin Muffins (930) | You and Dean decide to try new nicknames for each other

Days Like These (1.4k) | You and Dean decide to spend the day in while it’s raining outside.

Mutual Pining (4.3k) | Dean and you are in love with each other, and it’s obvious to everyone but the two of you

Please Don’t Leave (2k) | Dean’s lucky to have you in his life and honestly doesn’t know what he would ever do without you

New Record (1k) | Dean and you set a new record

Pillow Talk (1.2k) | A common theme of yours and Dean’s pillow talks happen to be about having that white picket fence and apple pie life

Happy Anniversary (Non-Hunters AU) (2k) | You and Dean celebrate your 18-year wedding anniversary

It’s Okay (1.8k) | Dean’s a little jealous that Sam still talks to you and not him

I Finally Get It (2.7k) | Dean thinks he looks like a character from one of your favorite slasher films. You on the other hand…don’t see the resemblance.

Genuinely Happy (506) | You and Dean enjoy a nice car ride together while you admire how genuinely happy he looks

Coming & Going (1.8k) | You want Dean to stay, but will he?

What Are We? (2.1k) | Dean and you do a lot of couple things together but yet…you’re not a couple, and you often wonder why.

Stupidest Person Alive (1.7k) | After a near death experience in which you almost lost Dean, you tell him that you can’t risk losing him again.

The Day Before (743) | Dean comforts you when you get a migraine

Once Mine (Michael!Dean) (1.3k) | Michael thinks him possessing Dean can be a win-win for the both of you

Knew You’d Come Around (Michael!Dean) (1.5k) | Michael’s happy you’ve finally come around

Comfortable? (516) | Falling asleep in Dean’s lap while he’s driving

Would You Like To… (978) | You and Dean have been dating for a few months, and now he’s trying to figure out how to ask you to move into his room

Midnight Confessions (1k) | You and Dean have a “heart-to-heart” conversation on the way to Stanford to pick up Sam

Hauled Up (1.5k) | Sam recruits you to try and convince Dean to stop hauling up in his room

When You’re Ready (1.8k) | A case hits you particularly hard and all you want to do is be alone

Never the Favorite (844) | You finally try and set the record straight

Screw Consciousness (410) | Taking a nap with Dean after a long drive

Things Overheard (2k) | Dean overhears a private conversation between you and Sam

I’ve Got Ya (162) | Dean trying to comfort you after a nightmare

Blush (389) | For the first time in your life, you can say you’ve made Dean Winchester blush

Taste (657) | Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Under Control (2.3k) | Dean keeps reassuring you that he has everything under control in terms of the Mark. But does he really?

Just Right (1.9k) | Dean hates when you’re sick. Not only can he not kiss his best girl without the possibility of getting sick himself. But you also can’t make one of his favorite things to start off his day: his morning coffee.

Not the Same (Endverse AU) (4.7k) | Part One | Part Two

Coffee Kisses (3.3k) | Part One | Part Two

Old Man / Age Gap Universe

Shiny New Toy (Demon!Dean)

Supernatural: Purgatory Masterlist | 3/? parts done

My Hero Masterlist | ¾ parts done

Dean dressing up as a cowboy for a case and using Old West style pick-up lines

Introducing Dean to phone apps

Going to karaoke night with Dean at a bar

Pretending to be married to Dean for a case

Eating Halloween candy with Dean

Being one of the only witches Dean can stand

Getting Dean the perfect birthday present

Dean still worrying about you even though you’ve broken up

Dean still answering your calls even though you’ve broken up

Finding out you’re Dean’s soulmate from Apocalypse World Michael

Wanted Posters (Incorrect Quotes)

Dating Dean Poem/Moodboard

[littlesoulshine]

riding while riding

parings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: 18+, smut

the impala growls beneath you, steady and alive, the deep purr of baby's engine vibrating through your thighs as dean grips the wheel with one hand, the other locked tight around your hip. his knuckles flex, tension coiling in his arm, but he doesn’t stop you when you move, when you press your palms to his chest and sink down onto his cock, slow, hot, aching with the stretch.

“fuck,” he grits out, head knocking back against the seat, adam’s apple bobbing as his breath hitches. “you tryna kill me, sweetheart?”

he’s already wrecked, voice low and strained, but you don’t care. you can’t—not when he’s thick and deep inside you, when the heat of him is searing through your core, and his cock filling you up so good you can barely breathe. the road ahead is a blur of darkness, the moon was casting pale streaks across his face showing sweat beading at his temple and his jaw locked up tight as he fights to keep his eyes on the highway instead of you; watching you ride him, slow and greedy, dragging pleasure out of him inch by inch.

“shit,” he chokes, fingers digging into your waist, like he’s trying to keep control, like he’s not seconds from snapping. “you gotta—baby, you gotta be careful.”

but you don’t ease up. you rock into him harder, your nails scratching against his chest, and he twitches deep inside you, a sharp jerk that makes you gasp. his grip tightens, and you know it’s killing him, trying to focus, trying to keep the impala steady while you work yourself down on his cock. he’s torn between keeping you safe and giving in, and you love it; you love the way he’s struggling.

“dean,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear, breath hot and teasing. “let go.”

his restraint shatters like glass.

his hands lock tight around your waist, and suddenly you’re not in control anymore—he is, slamming you down onto him as his hips drive up, sharp and devastating, dragging wrecked little sounds from your throat. the impala swerves, just a little, tires kissing the middle yellow line before he rights her back into the lane; but fuck, neither of you care, not when he’s fucking you deep and rough, his jaw slack, his breath coming fast and broken.

“damn,” he groans, forehead pressing to your shoulder, his body burning beneath your hands, and his eyes desperately trying to say open. “you’re so—fuck—so damn tight.”

the world outside ceases to exist. it’s just this—just the raw friction, the road flying by, the sticky heat of sweat and desperation clinging to your skin. your thighs shake as he ruins you, every thrust lighting you up, shoving you closer to that edge, and your breath catching in needy little whimpers that drive him insane.

you’re almost there, right there, pleasure coiling, your body trembling.

you shatter apart with a cry, your nails biting into his shoulders, your body clenching tight around him as you fall, pleasure hitting you so hard it blanks your mind. and dean, he’s right behind you, his breath strangled, a hoarse groan ripping from his throat as he thrusts up, once, twice, then stills, buried deep as he spills inside you, heat flooding you as his whole body shakes beneath you.

for a moment, there’s nothing but ragged breathing, the rumble of the impala eating up the highway, the sticky press of your bodies locked together. you slump against his chest, his heart hammering against your ear, and his hand drifts up, fingers slipping beneath your shirt, stroking slow circles against your damp skin.

“you’re the nastiest distraction,” he mutters, voice rough, spent. but he’s smiling, his lips pressing soft to your temple, his other hand never leaving the wheel, guiding you both through the night.

tags: @soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume

[supernaturalfreewill]

Protective!Cas x Fem!Reader

The gathering was crowded with hunters and you wove your way through with Cas beside you, trying to find Sam and Dean who you knew most likely beat you there. You felt many eyes on you as you passed from room to room and Cas was tense beside you. Finally, you glanced over at him and he had a scowl plastered on his face. It was so intimidating you almost laughed. "Cas—why are you glowering at everyone?" you asked him in a low whisper. Your hand landed on his sleeve and for a moment it froze him so completely he couldn't answer.

"I don't like how they're all looking at you," he said when he regained himself.

You laughed lightly and nodded. "Yeah, well, it's not common to see a female hunter," you pointed out.

Cas shook his head. "No. It's not just that."

You looked back at him, one eyebrow quirked up in surprise. "Well, what is it then?"

"Some of them have... ideas," he growled in a low voice. "They're... imagining things."

Your mouth dropped open. "Can you see that somehow? With your angel mojo?" you asked, flushing. "You didn't tell me you had mind reading capabilities! I'll have to be more careful around you!"

Cas let out a huff. "No, I can't see it. But I can tell."

"Oh," you laughed. "Well... I have an idea. They can look and imagine all they want, but," you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers between his. He looked down at it in surprise. He felt suddenly warm. "—for all they know, I'm taken. C'mon. Let's find Sam and Dean."

And that was the end of it. Prompt: "I don't like how they're looking at you."

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Librarian - [ Sam Winchester ]

Summary: You and Sam finally introduce yourselves to one another after he’s been frequenting your library for weeks

Word Count: 1392

Warnings: reader insert - [ was written with a female reader in mind but there is no mention of pronouns/description so it can really be read by any reader ], fluff

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You always loved working in the library. You loved the peaceful atmosphere, the smell of new books mixed with that of the old ones. You loved seeing which books people checked out and getting to hear their thoughts about those they’d returned. You loved recommending your own favourites to people and you always got so excited when they returned them with a smile on their face as that usually meant they enjoyed it, something you couldn’t help but puff up with pride over.

But most of all you enjoyed it because you got to see him. That tall, handsome, broad shouldered, brunette guy who’d often come in and sit alone in the corner, flicking through rather old and fragile looking books. You never could quite see just what he was reading but you knew it had to be interesting as he barely ever looked up from the browning pages beneath him.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never spoken to him, never so much as even seen him look back at you, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t quite shake. You knew it from the first day you saw him, and from the next day when you arrived at work dressed a little nicer than you usually did as you secretly wanted to impress him. Wanted him to notice you. But like every other day, this mysterious man never so much as uttered a word. He just sat in his usual spot, flicking away through enough books to start his own library.

It was the same almost every day, until today.

You’d been waiting for him to show up, your chin resting on your hand as you anxiously tapped your nails against the desk. He always arrived at the same time everyday but today he was a little later, something that intrigued you as he struck you as the type of guy with a routine. You were almost about to give up, to go back to sorting the newest additions to your tiny library when the door opened, the bell above it jingling softly as it did.

You didn’t know whether the shiver you felt was from the draught of the mid-autumn air that seeped in or whether it was from the sight of him walking in, but whatever it was, you didn’t care. He was here, only this time… He wasn’t alone.

“Why am I here, Sam?” His friend asked, peeved, as he gestured around him. After all this time you’d seen him, you’d never once heard his name. Sam. He looked like a Sam.

“Because, Dean…” Sam replied gruffly, grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him towards his usual table that was tucked away in the corner. You couldn’t help the feeling you got over his voice. His deep, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours if he’d let you. “I’m sick of doing research by myself.”

“What are you talking about? You love research.” Dean protested, shaking his arm from Sam’s hold as you raised your eyebrow at his words. Research? You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of research he could be doing, especially when you’d taken a little peek at the books he’d returned yesterday and noticed they were all related to the supernatural.

You straightened, subtly fixing your hair as you began to busy yourself, stealing looks towards the two men in the corner of the room. The men you couldn’t help but think were brothers now, given the way they kept bickering towards one another, something that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly over as you scanned new books into the system.

You were so deep into your own thoughts, one’s that may or may not have involved Sam, that you hadn’t even heard him approach the desk, not until you turned around and spotted him, his sudden presence making you jump in your skin.

“Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as you lowered your hand from your chest, where it had landed after he’d almost scared you half to death.

“No, no. It’s… It’s okay.” You breathed out, setting aside the book in your other hand as you gathered yourself. You couldn’t help but blush a little, the tips of your ears redder than the shirt that covered Sam’s chest. “Can I- Can I help you with something?” You asked, praying you didn’t seem as nervous as you felt.

“Yeah, actually…” He began, clearing his throat as his eyes shifted around him before they landed back on yours, sending a flutter throughout your stomach. “I was wondering, and this is gonna sound a little… out there, I guess, but uh, do you have any books on necromancy?”

“Necromancy?” You repeated, his request making you forget the nervousness you felt around him as you eyebrow raised, before it fell into a furrow as you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. You moved closer, leaning your palms on the table before you asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know Bobby Singer would you?”

“Uh, how did you, uh, how did you know?” Sam asked, feeling as flustered as you might have felt had he not asked you for such a request.

“He used to come in here a lot, asking for all sorts of books on the supernatural world… Not to mention the half dozen different bible versions he would ask me for.” You said with a chuckle, hearing the rather nervous one leave Sam’s lips as nothing more than a breath. “Anyway, I uh, I should have what you’re looking for, somewhere that is… Follow me.”

You cocked your head in the general direction of the supernatural section, one that had grown exponentially after youl first met Bobby, as he always seemed to tell you that you needed to upgrade your collection, something you were glad for otherwise you’d have had to disappoint Sam.

The two of you walked in silence towards the back of the library, where you soon began scanning the shelf before your eyes landed on a specific old leather-bound book that sat amongst the other, you guessed it, old books. You pulled it out, being mindful of its weight and delicacy before you blew off a thin layer of dust and held it out towards Sam.

“Sorry about the dust… This section doesn’t see many guests other than you and well, Bobby… Although I haven’t seen him in a while.” You said with a touch of curiosity.

“Yeah, he uh, he usually just sends me now.” Sam chuckled, taking the book from you with a smile. “Says it saves him the trip.”

“I see.” You nodded, your smile wide enough to send a flutter through Sam’s chest. You folded your arms, glancing down at the ground before back up at him, your face heating terribly under his soft gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you to it but just let me know if there’s anything else you need… You know, books on witchcraft or whatever other weird and wonderful things you guys seem to like.”

Your words made Sam laugh softly, something that had your stomach tie itself together, in a good way obviously, but you just prayed it wasn’t showing on your face.

“Thanks, uh…” Sam began, his brows knitting together a little, forming a line between them. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while now and I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh.” You seemed a little surprised that he seemed interested in learning your name, as like he said, he’d been coming here for a while now and had never asked. But when you heard him repeat your name, in a way you very much liked as it rolled off his tongue so velvety smooth that it sent a chill up your spine, you couldn’t help but wish you’d gathered up the courage to talk to him sooner.

“That’s a pretty name.” He said with what almost seemed like a flirtatious tone, one that would have had you on the floor had it been any stronger. He smiled once more before he turned on the spot and began to walk away, which made your stomach drop out of disappointment until he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder towards you. “My name’s Sam by the way… Sam Winchester.”

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