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thereverendwillneverend6661 · 10 years ago

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oH MY FUCKING GOD 😍😍😍😍

Naughty Girl

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Student!Reader

Request: Can you write a really smutty collegeproffesor!dean and collegestudent!reader fic?

(2): Hey! Is it possible if you could do a smut with Dean as your boss or one of your professors? Your amazing btw

100 Kink List: 22. Spanking

Warnings: teacher/student relationship, smut, dirty talk, spanking, professor kink

Words: 2418

Note: Ah, yes, more Dean smut. This is 98% smut, so…enjoy my little nymphos (I think I am going to start calling you all that from now on)

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thereverendwillneverend6661 · 10 years ago

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When someone walks in while you’re watching the new episode of your favorite show

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😂😂😂

“You threw up on my favourite pair of shoes. Twice.”

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“You owe me a new pair of shoes.”

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thereverendwillneverend6661 · 10 years ago

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Never Try That Again

Request: “I have a request that Dean cheats on the reader with Jo or Lisa or someone like that and she’s depressed and one day she commits suicide because he cheated and he lied to her saying he never cheated and when Sam finds her body there’s a note saying “Don’t tell Dean.” And Dean doesn’t find out like years later” collidewiththebandss

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning(s): mention of suicide, trigger warning

Word Count: 1365

A/N: I changed the ending because it just seemed soooo sad. I apologize if I ruined or changed your request too much :( Also I am the worst at titles :(

“When are you guys coming back?” You asked into the phone, Dean, your boyfriend of 3 years, on the other end.

“Soon baby, I promise.” They were working a case the next few states over, and you stayed behind. Dean didn’t like you on the job, and to be honest you didn’t either. You had the bunker to yourself for four days now, and absolutely hated it.

“Alright, I miss you.”

“Miss you too,”

You hung up the phone and lay back in the bed you shared with Dean. It wasn’t the same when you were alone, you missed him so much it ached, but he would be home soon, and you knew better than to worry about him. He was the best hunter there was, and if something happened you were happy to know Sam was right there with him.

The next morning you awoke to the smell of bacon frying, which you knew could only mean one thing: your baby was home. Throwing the covers off and some pants on, you rushed to the kitchen. Sam was standing at the stove and Dean was reading the newspaper at the table, which he dropped as soon as he saw you. You ran over to him and gave him the tightest, warmest hug. The three of you ate breakfast together, as you always did when they were home, and you were the happiest you had been in days. However, something was off with Sam and Dean, and as much as you wanted to question what happened on their hunt, you ignored it.

~~~ 1 month later ~~~

“Hey, Y/N, there’s something I have to tell you.” Sam said as he walked into the bathroom where you were painting your toenails. You looked up, and by the look on Sam’s face, you knew it was serious.

It had been a month since the morning they came back. They hadn’t been on another case that took them more than a few hours away, which you loved. Dean, although, was still acting odd around you and Sam. Obviously something happened between them on that hunt, but you assumed it was just brother shit and they would work it out themselves.

“What is it?” You screwed the caps back on the different polishes and sat beside him on the edge of the bathtub. “Sam, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just- something happened a while ago and I think you should know.” His hands were tangled together in his lap and he stared at his feet the whole time he talked, “Dean slept with another woman while we were away on that hunt.”

After Sam finished speaking, you couldn’t move. Dean knew your history with past boyfriends who cheated on you, so you knew Sam had to be lying. “No he didn’t. Dean wouldn’t do that,”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He leaned over and hugged you, rubbing your back as you began to sob into his shoulder.

~~~

After your conversation with Sam, you became depressed. Dean thought it was “woman issues”, as he usually called it, and left you alone with, you didn’t really give him a choice though. You made him sleep on the couch, and tried your best to avoid him. You never told Dean that you knew, never asked why he did it. A part of you wanted to hear him say it, but the other part wanted nothing more than to look past it. Dean and you had been together for three years and he was your one true love. He was there for you from the start and always had been, you always felt safe and secure around him, like nothing in the world could touch you. Now, everything was ruined. You felt uncomfortable and upset around him and, even though you still loved him, a part of you hated him somehow. Your last boyfriend cheated on you, and as soon as you found out you confronted and dumped him. With Dean it was different, a lot more complicated, making you depressed and stressed all the time just from thinking about what you should do.

One morning you woke up in your lonesome bed, wishing everything could go back to normal and Dean would be beside you with his arms draped over your waist. You padded into the kitchen, Dean was silently sitting at the table with the paper, and Sam was making breakfast, like normal. Sitting on the counter beside Sam, you looked over at Dean. He was still oblivious as to why you were so depressed, and tried his best to act like everything was normal.

“I’m gonna go check out something for, uh- the case. I’ll be back later.” He stumbled over his words and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. You didn’t bother to tell Sam that you knew it was a lie; instead you watched him as he turned the burner off and gave you a sympathetic smile.

Dean stumbled in around 11, after Sam was already sound asleep in his bedroom. You were still awake, of course, not being able to get much sleep the past few weeks. Something made you get out of bed and walk to the couch in the other room, where Dean was just starting to get comfortable.

“Come on,” you whispered, holding your hand out. He gave you a confused look, but took your hand as you led him to the bedroom. After seeing you climb in the bed, he took his jeans off and climbed in. You welcomed his touch as he wrapped his arms around you and held you as you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to find Dean gone, and once again you were left in your lonely bed. Sam was in the library that morning, Dean right there with him going through police reports and newspaper articles. You decided not to bother them and instead went to draw a bath.

Taking a long, quiet bath was a mistake you found out once it was too late. So many questions ran through your mind and you finally let them. Why would Dean hurt you? Why hasn’t he told you? When are you going to talk to him? You had gotten to the point where you had enough, and was starting to go crazy.

You took your hands and beat them against your forehead, trying to get the thoughts to go away. Grabbing your robe, you wrapped it around yourself and you got out of the bath and stood in front of the mirror. You stared back at your reflection in the mirror, hating what you saw. The next thing you saw was a white bottle, filled with tiny capsules of medicine. You saw the bottle as a way out, a way to end the thoughts and everything else around you.

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“Did you see Y/N ever leave the bedroom?” Dean asked his brother Sam, looking up from the laptop. Sam shook his head no, and Dean got up to peak into the bedroom. After seeing that you weren’t in there, he waked back to his brother, concern covering his face. The brothers looked through the whole bunker, but found nothing, until they came to the locked bathroom door. Dean knocked a few times, calling your name, but you never answered. Finally, Sam kicked the door in; it flew open and banged against the wall behind it.

They found you, lying on the floor in your purple robe, pill bottle lying beside you. White capsules were spilled and scattered across the floor. Dean rushed to your side, lifting you up.

“Y/N, baby no. No, no, no!” He repeated as he shoved his fingers into your mouth. Sam stood watching, helping him hold you up. Their grips were shaky, but they managed to get you awake and now puking everything you consumed up.

Your vision was blurry and your mouth tasted awful, but once you saw Dean’s face staring down at you, tears pouring from his eyes and snot running from his nose, you were glad he saved you.

“Y/N please. I’m so sorry; I’ll explain everything to you. Just, never, ever, try that again, please.”

A/N: Thanks for reading :). I can do a part two if requested explain everything from Dean’s side and it’d be a bunch of fluff!

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Aww. ❤

What could you have possibly been doing? You had told Dean to pick you up from the movies at seven, not sooner, not later. Of course, he wouldn’t have minded doing it at all — that is, if it hadn’t been for that fact that you were on a date.

“Can’t even drop ‘em back at their place,” Dean mumbled under his breath, checking the watch on his left arm.

He had tried listening to Sam about not judging your dates before, but that was almost impossible when all he could think about was being in their place with you. If he had invited you to watch a movie, Dean would drive you to and from them. Hell, he would even suggest to have dinner afterwards.

Finally, he saw you walking out of the movie theatre, your hands in your pockets and your eyes looking around for him. But what he noticed with a small, and guilty, feeling of happiness was that you were alone.

“Over here, sweetheart,” he called loudly, his eyes meeting yours over a group of teenagers. You smiled — god, did he love that smile — and started walking towards him. “Everything go okay?”

“I guess,” you shrugged, your eyes downcast as you stood in front of him. “Well…no, it wasn’t that great.”

Dean hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around you, all previous annoyance disappearing the second you leaned against his chest. He tightened his grip upon you as he heard you sigh, suddenly wishing to let go of you and find whoever had made you feel this way.

“Do I need to go kill someone?”

“Nah,” you replied quietly, your shoulders shaking with laughter. “Save it for the monsters, Dean-o.”

“Anyone that hurts you is a monster, Y/N,” Dean smiled, his chin resting on the top of your head. “C’mon, I’ll take you for ice cream.”

x

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WTF Syn! 😂😂😂