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Dating Dean Winchester Would Include:

He's always touching you

When he was younger, it used to be his arm on your shoulders or around your waistline

And he'd grab your ass all the time (s1 Dean come back please)

As he grows old, it's usually more singele

A hand on your back as you walk, a squeeze on your hand/thigh under the table

He stops calling you sweetheart as your relationship gets more serious, optating for your nickname instead

He'll still call you sweetheart of he is being sarcastic or you two are fighting

You love to play with his hair

Sometimes, you are reading a book and he'll come around and lay his head on your lap

He looks at you when you aren't looking

Kissing his freckles

You like to grab his butt (he always jumps surprised)

And he slaps yours occasionally

Sam: Come on, don't you guys picture leaving this life one day?

Y/N: I can't see myself doing anything other than this.

Dean: You can't teach an old dog new tricks, Sammy. Especially if he's fucking good at the ol' ones.

Sam: Okay, I know but-- You both understand the life. You could settle down.

Dean: We have a house--

Sam: A bunker.

Dean: We have a house. We work. Sounds like a pretty settled down life.

Y/N: We are basically married in a hunter way.

Which gets the idea of marriage in Dean's head

You insist on the beach

Temple kisses

He allows you to steal his fries everytime

You can't cook, but Dean can

And you love his meals

You go jogging with Sam

You usually sit on Dean's lap a lot

He isn't complaining

If anything, the certain poking against your butt is pointing at anything but a complain

You don't wear his shirts daily, only after sex

Dean is so easily jealous

You read fanfics about the boys sometimes

Y/N: Wow, they really hate me.

Dean: Who?

Y/N: Your fans. But as far as I've read, they hate most women you guys get with.

You having a very serious discussion about who portray you and them in a movie about the Supernatural books

You actually love impala trips, but never cared much about driving

It's more about Dean driving with his hand on your thigh, and you enjoying the fast wind

You always sing Taylor Swift and AC/DC during these trips

And so does Dean, even though he will deny until his last death

You absolutely enjoy the restaurants you and the guys come across along the way, always choosing something to eat and to rate with Dean since your both have a list of the best cheap restaurants in the country

He never gets violent with you. Dean has his share of bursting out of anger, but not with you

Screaming of course, but then you'd too

He's used to let his angry through, but you have a sharper tongue that is like a gun

You two always make it up and work it out

Even if sometimes it's hard. Dean isn't much into talking about his emotion, and you're all about that.

You him massages after rough hunts

You hate guns, but you always get turned on as Dean picks one up

You also don't let him put one under your pillows because no thanks

Just a knife

He always goes for your touch

You started liking whiskey because his kisses tasted that

You and Dean love Halloween, unlike Sammy

MATCHING COSTUMES

Agreeing on not having kids because of the life

You weren't the motherly kind anyway

But you knew Dean was, which breaks your heart a bit

And makes you a little calmer as you two think you're pregnant

It was just a cheap burrito acting up

Thank God

And 4/10 on the Marcos's burritos for that

You always snuggle up to him

Dean isn't the most romantic guy in the world, and you like that

But when you two are alone in moments of vulnerability, he says certain things that have value for the rest of your life

And about sexy times: He's a boob man

Loves 69

New sexual experiences are always welcome

Roleplay? Yes, please

Just don't bring up pain

He will play sub or dom, anything to please you

Dean Winchester is his name, eating pussy is his game

He never forgets any special dates

You keep a calendar tbh

Back then he was still learning how to watch horror movies without being triggered for certain memories of the underworld, you used to pretend you were scared and hold him tight

He knows you weren't scared, you know he knows

It's good anyway, it helps

Anything with you always help to ease Dean's mind

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She // f.w.

— “She lives in daydreams with me.”

summary / fred weasley cannot stop thinking about his best friend, y/n y/l/n. after months of seeing her in the arms of another man, she shows up at his door.

word count / 4k

warnings / 18+ nsfw. smut. masturbation (male), oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up babes)

FINE LINE COLLECTION

Fred laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillows as his mind wandered far away from his bedroom. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the floor as he grew hot with the thoughts swarming his mind. The grey sheets of his bed were underneath him, leaving him fully exposed on his bed. 

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

𝐚/𝐧: let me know if you have any suggestions. also, feedback is golden for me, so please let me know what you think :)

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STUFF EM IN MY BRA AND TAKE THEM WITH ME

Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: Father!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Father Winchester didn’t know what to expect when he showed up here. He also didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he agreed to bring her back to her parents. He certainly didn’t expect that it would lead him down a road full of temptations.

Warnings: NSFW, lap dancing, grinding, dry humping

WC: 2597

A/N: This is a re-post. It has two parts but I only edited the first one for now.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s someone asking for you,” Jo announces.

Her co-worker has just finished her routine and walks into the dressing room in nothing but a thong and her high heels.

Y/N freshens up her makeup after her set and is about to get ready to face the people and make her rounds. She finishes applying her lipstick, presses her lips together before she asks, “Who’s asking for me?” 

She kind of hopes that it would be one of her regulars. Maybe Jack, because that dude pays extra all the time and he pays for access to the champagne room on a regular basis. She sure could use the money because her rent was due two days ago and she couldn’t make the deadline. Thankfully she could convince her landlord to wait with the collection until after the weekend. She hopes that she can make enough to at least have some extra cash for other necessities, too.

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The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts: 

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

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Bad Girl

Characters: Boyfriend!Haechan x reader

Warning(s): adult content, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, orgasm denial, oral (giving). In conclusion: not for soft stans.

Genre: smut

Summary: you tease Haechan under the blanket while watching a movie with the members and he punishes you (duh)

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"you better stop moving before you regret it" he whispers in your ear with a prominent lustful voice. You smirk before turning to face him "Haechan are you okay?" you say making others' focus on you two, especially Haechan. "wha- yes I'm o-okay" he nods at the boys and they switch their attention to the movie.

Earlier you got invited to your boyfriend!Haechan's and nct's dorm to watch a movie but as time passed by you just got bored and decided to tease your boyfriend. You always got teased by him everywhere and in front of anyone, so you just decided to let him taste his own medicine. As soon as the movie started you went to sit on his lap covering you both in the blanket. It all started innocently, till you decided to start moving your ass here and there acting like you're just trying to find the comfortable angle which only lead to Haechan to get hard under you.

After the boys' attention switch to the movie you look at Haechan smirking after seeing him biting his lips, trying his best to swallow his groans. Your gaze turns back to the movie as you move again, now pressing harder on his bulge, making the friction harder on his member and he finally lets out a groan, making the others' attention at him once again. "are you sure you're okay babe?" you hide your smirk hearing Taeyong asking the same question making others wait for an answer "I-I'll just go rest in my room" he puts you aside and leaves the living room quickly, trying his best to hide his boner.

Come to my room, now

You read the message and smirk. "I'll go sleep too, goodnight guys" you smile and leave after they say the same and return smiles.

As soon as you enter Haechan's room you're pinned on the door "you had fun didn't you" he asks, visible frustration and lust in his dark eyes and voice "well.... Yeah i think i did" you smile to yourself remembering the scene once again till Haechan's wrapping hands around your throat brings you back to reality "i guess it's my turn to have fun now" he adds pressure to your throat "don't you agree.. Hm?" he hums tilting his head slightly. "I-" "strip and on your knees, now" as soon as he releases his grip on your throat you take off your clothes meanwhile Haechan zips his jeans open and frees his length, you get on your knees im front of him. "no hands allowed" he taps on your chin making you open your mouth. He grips your hair and thrusts slowly deep into your throat and stays making you instantly gag around him, tears threatening to drop. Haechan groans and throws his head back, enjoying the hot feeling of your throat, soon starts to thrust in and out of your throat, the only heard noise is the wet sounds coming from your throat and his groans.

His length twitching in your mouth, signaling to you he's close as you prepare yourself for it but he takes his length out of your mouth letting you finally breathe normally. "as much as i want to choke you with my cum, i want to fill your little cunt with it" he pulls you by your hair and pushes you on his bed, turning you around so you're on your knees, you head drowning in the pillows. "you were a bad girl today, you know?" he says, but no replies. You yelp as he spanks your ass cheek twice "answer" "y-yes" "yes what babygirl?" "yes i-i ha-" another spank "you what?" you whimper "y-yes i have b-been a ba-" spank "a ba- what? Y/n you need to speak properly, i can't understand anything" you hear his voice, immediately knowing he's smirking behind you. You grit your teeth "i-I've been a bad g-girl tod-day" you finally finish but you yelp as you feel three more spanks "and what bad girls deserve?" he asks rubbing the red marks on your ass cheeks "p-punishment" you say, earning another spank "good, so you know" he chuckles "and that's what you're getting today", he gets up taking his clothes off and reaching his drawer, taking ropes and walks towards you, flipping you so you're now on your back. Before you know it, your hands are tied to the bed's headboard. He looks at you and pouts "you remember how you embarrassed me in front of them? Well now it's your turn for them to hear your sweet voice" he says leaning closer, looking at your lips before attaching his lips to yours.

You whimper as he starts rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness. He smirks into the kiss and pulls back. Haechan starts trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck leaving red and purple marks, going down to your collarbone till he finally reaches your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, you moan. You start squirming, wanting to grab his hair like you always do in these situations. Haechan smirks "too bad you're were a bad girl, otherwise your hands would've been free" he looks at you faking his pout, squeezing your breasts. His fingers going down to rub your clit and inserting two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out of you before letting you adjust, making you yelp and moan loudly. Hid thumb starts rubbing your clit while his two fingers drove you crazy, as his other hand held your hip down firmly. "H-haechan I'm close" you moan. Your walls start pulsing around Haechan's fingers, making him immediately take his fingers out of you letting you whimper "since when bad girls deserve to cum that easily?" he questions and you huff. "j-just fuck me already please" you give up "hm beg more, i might change my mind" he sits back "oh god Haechan just- fuck me already please i want to feel you in me please" Haechan gets up, placing your legs on his shoulders and his length on your entrance, his hand sneaking up your neck as his other holds your leg firmly. He slams into you making you yelp and arch your back "f-fuck yes" you moan and Haechan starts thrusting in and out of your tight hole "fuck y/n you feel so good" he groans, leaning to place his head in the crook of your neck sucking and biting on the soft skin as he increases his speed making you moan loudly "who's fucking you that good huh?" he bites your earlobe "y-you Haechan! Fuck yes don't stop" "yes baby only I can make you feel this way" he kisses you, swallowing your moans, soon leaving your lips to hold eye contact with you as his hand leaves your throat going down to rub your clit making you arch your back once again, letting sinful sounds "i-im close" you say hoping for him to let you cum this time "me too baby, cum around my cock babygirl", your eyes rolls back and a loud moan escapes your throat as your long waited orgasm hits you, your walls pulsing around Haechan's member, making him let a deep groan and let his cum fill you up "fu-ck" he kisses your cheek and frees your hands from the rope.

After steading his breathing he pulls himself out of you as you both sigh at the empty and cold feeling. "can i come in now or should i just sleep in taeyong's room?" you hear Johnny at the door "bro just go to Taeyong's room, I bet they're in for a second round" you hear Yuta yelling from the living room. You look at the smirking Haechan next to you and hit his chest "you fuc-" "yes baby I'm your cunt fucker" he smirks making you throw the closest pillow at him "oh my god HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO FACE THEM AGAIN" you squirm making your boyfriend laugh at you, "shower time" he winks.

Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s his good girl.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 1464

A/N: This is from an anonymous request. Don’t get used to me writing so fast again, though.

He presses her against the elevator wall, hands skimming under the skirt of her dress, fingers brushes over the lace of her string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He knows that, because she’d flash him as she walked out of the bedroom and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. Had to hold himself back from bending her over the next horizontal surface and rip them apart, held himself back from driving his leaking cock deep into her wet heat.

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Lights Out - Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 3858

Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slow burn, anxious thoughts, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)

A/N: Slow burn be burning…but for how much longer…what could possibly happen next…right? *nervous laugh here* Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3

I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons​​​​​​​​​​​ for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________

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The air was still. Only a light breeze caressed her moon kissed skin every once in a while as Y/N placed one heeled foot in front of the other. She was surprised she was able to walk, that her legs weren’t wobbling as she strolled down the sidewalk away from Winchester Manor. Her core was still throbbing, the inside of her thighs closest to her centre still wet from how hard her unknown partner had made her come. One hand came to tuck some hair behind her ear as she sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers finding the ribbon of her mask before she pulled on the knot, resulting in it coming undone. Catching it as it fell from her face, she used her thumbs to trace the material as she thought about what the hell had just happened.

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