Sam, Y/N & Cas: Singing Happy Birthday To Dean

Sam, Y/N & Cas: *Singing happy birthday to Dean*

Dean: It was a bit pitchy but I'll let it slide.

Y/N: And you're a bit bitchy but we don't say it out loud because we're nice people.

Dean: ...Fair enough.

Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked, Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex,

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners.

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nxysh0124

4 years ago

—can’t stop;

pairing: mark lee x reader, repost bc tags

genre/wc: smut, 2.2k

warnings: explicit and unsafe sex, explicit language, oral (female and male receiving), praises and slight degradation, soft pet names, slight mentions of voyeurism and a hint to an oral fixation, multiple female orgasms, marking

“Fuck,” Mark throws his head back against the wall, his hands gripping you tighter at the hips when you rock back and forth on top of him.

The bulge in his sweatpants is long and thick, and it twitches deliciously against your clothed heat, Mark letting out a shuddering sigh. “We can’t, not here.” But he makes no move to stop you, only biting his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing with pleasure as he looks down to watch how your soaked panties leave a visible stain.

“Mm, can’t stop” You hiss out, fingers finding the edge of his shirt and you tug it off of him. Mark’s hands find the edge of his hoodie that you’re wearing but decides against stripping you of it, loving the way you look in it.

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4 years ago

Husband NCT

Proposal + Wedding

A/n: hi hello babies welcome to chanie’s version of husband!nct i can’t imagine this sassy bub getting married he’s my child.

Haechan

☆ Proposal

My sassy king

alright

first of all well done for being able to put up with his ass

Haechan is honestly the best friend type of partner

that you fuck ygm

“Y/n don’t wear that”

“why”

“cause you’ll look better than me and i won’t allow that”

my guys only teasing don’t worry

honestly don’t know how you haven’t broken your ribs from laughter yet

well done for making it this far

Haechan was just as happy with your relationship

and was determined to take it to the next step

“hyung what if she says no”

“Jisung please don’t underestimate Lee Donghyuk”

he’s shitting himself

he took you to a lake and rented a boat

yanoe the ones where a guy with a hat and a long moustache and a striped shirt is rowing with a long stick

it’s italian i forgot what it’s called

anYway

it was late so the lakes path way was lit with pretty lights

you were practically crying at how pretty hyuck looked in the light

the boat trip was filled with laughter

and him feeding you weird cheeses

“I can say it ok don’t underestimate my english skills”

once it went past 10 the moon was out

you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders

Hyuck was humming No longer

you had your head on his shoulder

then he stopped

and you were like

???

you lifted your head to look up at him who was already staring at you

“is there cheese on my face”

he smiled cause your just uwu to him

grabs your hand

rubs your knuckles before kissing them

affectionate hyuck

always a fav

“what’s wrong”

“Y/n, i love you, you know that right?”

now you’re scared

“i know i don’t always say it but you mean so much to me”

if you look closely you can see tears in his eyes

“and i never thought i’d meet someone almost as funny as me”

you snort

“i always want you at my side, we’re a great duo, a team and i want us to be husband and wife”

the way you look at him is just like

wtf

Lee Donghyuk just proposed

wTF

“Y/n?”

“Hyuck are you serious?”

now he’s scared

“yeah-umm”

“well then of course i’ll fucking marry you”

“oh thank god”

oh the ring

Haechan had in a cute little pouch with a picture of you on your first date

he’s cute

love him

☆ Wedding

i think he was more excited than you

literally was so against hiring a wedding planner

wanted to do it himself

“hyuck he’a just trying to help”

“hmph”

put up with it cause he loves you and hates seeing upset

even if he’s your no.1 bully lmao

is it a shock he picked mark as his best man

thought since he was practically breaking up with him it’s the least he could do

mark ran when he tried to kiss him tho

you got married in a church

which was half occupied with dreamies in awe at the decorations

“Chenle don’t touch that”

waiting for you at he alter was hell for him

even Haechan gets nervous

has the members giving him tips from their own marriages to distract him

“i know hyung”

“yes hyung”

“hyung shut up”

then the doors open

and your standing there in all your glory

i think hyuck forgot what breathing was for a sec

accidentally saw your dress a few days ago

but it still didn’t compare to now

the violins and the pianos honestly made the whole thing more breathtaking

when you reached him he was actually speechless

for once

ngl you were kinda shy

cause he was just staring at you like

then the priest spoke and he snapped out of it

the ceremony was sweet

Taeyong cried again

like every wedding he attends

after you kissed

he got a pat on the back from Mark

“well done dude”

the reception was filled with jokes

if you thought you couldn’t get anymore embarrassed

Johnny made a slideshow on how you and hyuck have ‘grown’

throwback pics galore

i think hyuck snarled at Jaemin when he tried to touch the cake

but we act like you didn’t hear it

you had a slow dance with Taeil

“you two look amazing together”

think you almost cried at his words

“promise you won’t miss him too much Taeil”

“i’ll try”

you ended up dancing with Donghyuk after being twirled into his arms by Taeil

that’s when welcome to my playground started

Karaoke with nct

yes please

i think you stole Taeyongs place as main rapper

tha night was literally just a celebration with your best friends

and the love of your life

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nxysh0124

3 years ago

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.”

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nxysh0124

4 years ago

Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts - Fred Weasley

Title: Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Summary: fred doesn’t think there will ever be a chance y/n will like him back. who knew the forbidden forest would hold the key to her heart? A/N: for the anon who wanted Fred asking a Slytherin girl out after giving her a crystal! Idk how I feel about the mood board but I’m going to leave it haha feedback is always welcome!! All images for the moodboard are from pinterest. I do not own any of them, all credit and rights to the original owners. Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @allforthexgame @whiz-bangs78 @wand3ringr0s3 @hufflrpuffforfred @gcdric @starlightweasley @vogueweasley @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007 @lexymoniqu @pigwidgexn

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Fred watches Y/N flounce over to the Slytherin table, the tiniest smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her hair isn’t up in its usual ponytail today, and it flows behind her gracefully as she moves, and Fred would give anything in the world to know what the silky strands would feel like as they run through his fingertips. He watches her sit down between her friends, and an involuntary sigh leaves his lips.

“For Godric’s sake, little lover boy is at it again,” George teases, ruffling Fred’s hair.

Ron laughs as Fred bats George’s hand away, and he finally looks away from Y/N so he can reach over and punch his younger brother’s shoulder. “Both of you are prats. Can’t a guy just admire a pretty girl in peace?”

“Admire? Mate you were practically drooling,” Ron tells him with a grimace. “Made me sick to my stomach,” Ron adds before stuffing some mashed potatoes in his mouth.

“Obviously not sick enough to stop you from eating,” Fred points out with an eyeroll.

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nxysh0124

3 years ago

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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nxysh0124

3 years ago

Princess

Characters: Dean x Reader, Shawn (OFC), Sam

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: HERE BE THE SMUT (18+ only! - bondage, toys, some dom/sub, orgasm denial)

A/N: Hi y’all! I’m baaaack, I know it’s been a while. Life has really been, as they say, a complete bitch. Anyway, I hope you like this.

Also, mega shoutout to the ever-wonderful @downanddirtydean for being an amazing and supportive friend 💕

📸 cred: to rightful owners

Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!☺️

The latch clicks shut as you step down the bunker stairs, carrying a large box of relics you found on your hunt. After a few days of tracking down cursed objects, you and Shawn — one of the Apocalypse-world refugees you’d helped rescue — are finally back home. You’re laughing at something Shawn said, a dumb joke he heard long ago in his home world. The sounds reach the ears of a certain green-eyed hunter with whom you had a rather loud argument not long ago.

Dean sits alone in the library. He knew you’d be coming back today since Shawn had checked in with Sam earlier in the day. When you told him you’d be leaving on a hunt with one of the newbies, he was sure you were kidding, trying out some play on him so he’d be forced to beg forgiveness for the things he said during the argument. It wasn’t until he’d heard the door close, until he ran into Sam and asked about the hunt only to be told it was real, until you texted him a single “K” in response to his voicemail detailing his anger and displeasure at your leaving with another hunter, another man; that was when he realized just how far you were willing to go to prove a point to him. To prove that while you are his girlfriend, outside of the bedroom you are not his property.

“That was kind of fun, we should do this again soon,” says Shawn as you place the box on the war table. You simply nod politely, suddenly aware of a presence nearby burning holes through your skull. Shawn smiles until he looks up to the library, he waves awkwardly and walks off towards the dorms, leaving you alone with your likely-very-pissed-off boyfriend.

Turning around, you see Dean sitting in one of the library chairs, drink in hand and a look in his eyes that makes the monsters you hunt seem like puppies and kittens. Walking up the steps, you take a deep breath, knowing you’re in for it. During the first two days of your hunt with Shawn, Dean had sent at least ten voicemails and many more texts demanding you call back. After the third day, it was radio silence. The lack of contact with Dean made you see just how petty the argument you had was and you felt remorse eating at you, though not enough to call and apologize. One of your biggest flaws has always been your pride. You know it, and so does he. Besides, if he really wanted to talk and fix things he would’ve come after you… right?

“Hey,” you smile sheepishly.

Dean says nothing, simply continues to stare you up and down. The way his eyes roam your body suddenly makes you feel exposed, in a way that only Dean knows how to. There is anger in his eyes, of course — a seething rage at your behavior during the last couple days. But just beneath that, you can see a hunger. You know this hunger, this need coming from deep within him, very well. It’s the same hunger you feel whenever you see him after having not done so in days.

Yes, you’re in for it. But not in the way you thought you would be.

Taking a few steps towards him, your lips curl in a small smile, confident that Dean will give in to his desires very easily, thus sparing you from a night of yelling and guilt. As you move closer, Dean lifts a single finger in the hand still holding his drink, making you stop in your tracks.

“De?” you question.

“Bedroom,” he commands, standing up to refill his whiskey tumbler. With his back to you, he continues, “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Yes, sir.” You turn with a small smile on your lips. You love when Dean brings out that other side of him, the dominant part of him that has the ability to turn you into putty before his feet. Having forgotten the fact that you’d been expecting a fight of some kind, you enter the bedroom and get ready for Dean.

Though he hadn’t been specific, from the tone of his voice you know exactly what he’s expecting once he reaches the room. You rid yourself of your clothing, all except for your panties, making sure to put everything away neatly. Once done, you kneel in front of the bed, facing the door, hands resting on your bare thighs, head down. A soft breeze runs through the room as the door opens, causing goosebumps to erupt throughout your body. Not daring to look up until you are told, you wait for Dean to stop in front of you. You can hear him shuffling through the room, going to the side of the bed where a soft clink piques your interest. You’re tempted to turn and see just what Dean could be doing but you fight the urge to do so. Finally, after a few minutes of ignoring you, he comes to stand in front of you, his boots now visible by your knees.

“You know, while you were gone, I heard something rather… interesting about the kid you left with, Shawn is it?” Dean asks as he begins to pace in front of you.

“Yes,” you reply, eyes following his boots going back and forth.

Dean stops and you feel fingers snake through your hair as he grabs it and pulls, making you look up to him, “yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you hiss, the sudden pain taking you by surprise.

Pushing your head back down, he continues, “thought so. Anyway, word around the bunker is, the guy has some sort of crush on you. Apparently, ever since you saved him from those angels back in their world, he thinks you’re his guardian angel or somethin’. Did you know that?”

“No, sir,” you lie. Of course you know. In fact, it was one of the reasons you chose him to accompany you on the hunt a few days ago. You’d been so desperate to prove to Dean how independent from him you are, that you chose the one man in the bunker you were sure Dean would feel even slightly threatened by. But, knowing Dean, you’re not going to admit such a thing, especially since you realized your mistake immediately after leaving with Shawn. He’d been so smitten with you throughout the entire hunt that by the end of it, you were beginning to really dislike him, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to admit that to Dean.

“Get up,” Dean commands. You obey immediately, standing in front of him though still keeping your head down as he hasn’t given permission for you to look at him. Reaching up, his fingers grip your chin lightly and guide your head up. Looking you straight in the eye, Dean smiles deviously, “on all fours on the bed, now.”

Nodding, you turn and place yourself on the bed as instructed. Anticipation runs through your body, slick beginning to pool in your panties. You feel the bed dip on your side, the feather-light touch of fingers tracing a path down your spine. A soft moan escapes your lips, quickly followed by a surprised yelp as the fingers disappear and a hand suddenly makes contact with your thinly-clothed ass.

“Princess,” says Dean in a low voice as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls, his other hand delivering another slap to your ass. “I’m only going to ask one,” slap, “more,” slap, “time,” slap, “did you know about Shawn’s crush on you when you decided to go on a hunt with him?”

No point in lying now “I did, sir.”

Dean lets go of your hair, pushing your head down harshly. A fear begins to settle in your stomach as you feel him push off the bed and you begin to think you may have truly fucked up, until he reappears at your side, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling it to the corner of the bed. Unwilling to make matters worse, you simply let yourself be guided as Dean ties your wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame. He tightens each strap until you’re fully spread on the mattress, every part of you completely exposed to him, your face pressed against the soft surface of the comforter.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Princess. And bad girls need to be punished, ain’t that right?” You can hear his voice as he circles the bed, but being tied face down annoyingly limits your ability to see him.

You’re so focused on trying to find a comfortable angle for your neck that you completely forget to respond to his question, to which he reacts by landing another smack to the now-raw and reddened flesh of your ass, “I said, ain’t that right?”

“That’s right, sir,” you whimper.

“Good,” Dean smiles. “Now, I’m sure you did your best to let the kid down easy, but I’m thinking we can do better here. You know, really help him understand who you belong to.”

You’re about to ask what he has in mind when you hear the faint sounds of vibrating behind you. You know this sound well, it brings back memories to those times Dean would leave on hunts for days, leaving you no choice but to take care of your needs in other ways. You feel the bed dip beneath you, the buzzing of the vibrator closer and closer to your core. Your breathing begins to pick up, excitement coursing through your veins as Dean’s fingers move the soaked fabric covering your modesty aside, exposing your wet heat to the air and to his will. For a moment, time stills. Your breathing evens as you lay silently, body eagerly waiting for his touch.

The second the vibrator comes into contact with your clit, a loud moan escapes your lips. You hear Dean chuckle, “so wet and needy. Aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whimper as the vibrations intensify.

“Now, just for tonight, I don’t want you to call me sir,” he says. “I want to hear you say my name, loud and clear for everyone outside this door to hear, understand?”

“Yes, Dean,” you close your eyes as the toy between your legs changes pattern. Instead of one continuous vibration, there are now multiple small ones. Each vibration against your core is short, yet increasing in intensity.

“Good girl.” You can almost hear the smirk on Dean’s face. Normally, out of courtesy for your bunker-mates, you try to be quiet during your sessions with Dean — not that you’re always successful. But tonight, you know he wants you to be loud, wants to make sure everyone in the bunker knows exactly what’s happening in this bedroom. In a way, not having to worry about volume control is exhilarating. You can fully concentrate on the wonderful, albeit frustratingly short, vibrations against your core. You can get lost in the way Dean’s hand rubs and squeezes the globes of your ass, while teasing you with the toy in his other hand.

Your moans continue to grow louder as he changes the patterns without warning. Each time driving you dangerously close to the edge, though not quite there. After a few minutes, you’re a mess. Strands of hair stick to the sweat on your forehead, there is a light stain on the comforter next to you where the moisture of your breaths crashes against the fabric.

“Dean!” you whine as he changes the pattern yet again, diverting your soon-coming release, “please.”

“Please what, Princess?”

“Please, let me cum.”

His reply is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing close by, the vibrations stop as he steps away from you and you groan against the bed in frustration. “Quiet,” he commands before answering the call, “yeah?”

You don’t know who is calling, or why, but by the way Dean is replying you can tell he’s unhappy about the interruption.

“Alright, I’ll be right out.” You hear the phone hit the table in the corner of the room and you wonder what just happened.

“Dean? Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Don’t worry about that, Princess. Now, I’m gonna step out for a moment. Remember, I want to hear you say my name.” His statement confuses you until you feel a coldness against your core, this time the device feels different. He rubs it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before slowly inserting the toy in your dripping cunt.

“Oh, God,” you groan. The toy takes you by surprise but that soon turns to pleasure as it stretches your walls, sitting inside just how Dean wants it to be. He waits a moment, letting your body adjust to it before you feel soft vibrations, this time on the inside. You moan softly, pulling at the straps on your ankles as your legs instinctively attempt to close.

“I better hear you out there, Princess.” You hear the door open and shut, and you realize the bastard has left you in here by yourself, tied to the bed, helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through you as the vibration in your pussy begins to pick up in speed and intensity. You’re hesitant, at first, but you soon realize the idea of Dean hearing you scream his name while being with others out there is by far one of the sexiest things you’ve ever done.

Dean smirked to himself as he stepped into the library, where Sam and a couple of the newbies, including Shawn, were waiting. Having his room fairly close to the area, he knew there was a good chance he, and the other men, would be within earshot of Y/N in his room —if she followed his directions properly, which he knew she would.

Nodding at the hunters as he took a seat next to Sam at one of the tables, Dean took his phone out of his pocket and opened the app with which he’d be able to remotely control the vibrator he’d placed in Y/N’s deliciously soaked pussy just before he left. Sam began talking about some plan to hit a large vamp’s nest a couple states over, but Dean had soon stopped paying attention as he chose one of his favorite settings on the toy, the one he knew would bring his Princess to the edge over and over again.

It didn’t take long for the setting to take effect.

“I’m thinking we go in two teams, Dean and I will -” Sam suddenly stopped talking as they all heard a loud, distorted scream coming from nearby. The sound was unmistakable.

“Dean!” It was Y/N’s voice. Clear as a bell, she was moaning and screaming his name repeatedly. The corner of Dean’s lips lifted in a smirk as Sam realized what was happening and gave him the bitchiest bitch face he could possibly muster.

“So,” Dean cleared his throat as he prompted Sam to continue, “two teams?”

Taking a deep breath, Sam looked to the rest of the hunters on the table and gave an apologetic smile for his brother’s behavior before attempting to continue.

“Yeah, Dean and I will go in first and stake out the place, then -”

“Please, Dean!” Her screams interrupted once again.

Sam threw his hands exasperatedly, “Dean, do you mind?”

“Not at all, little brother,” Dean smiled as he stood up. “Just sort out the details and let me know later.”

Looking to the rest of the hunters, he stopped and looked straight at Shawn who looked to be somewhere between angry and pained, “gentlemen.” Turning his back on them, Dean headed back to his room. It was time to reward his girl for a job well done.

To say you feel frustrated is an understatement. Though it hasn’t been long, you’re ready to burst into tears at the constant denial of release perpetrated by Dean’s toying with you.

You scream his name over and over, in the hopes that his point will be made to the rest of the men in the bunker and Dean will finally reward you. Ragged breaths and the scent of your juices seeping through the bedding fill the room. The skin on your wrists and ankles is red and stings as you continue to writhe and pull at your restraints, now desperate to be free and get the much needed orgasm your body is begging for.

You fear you’re about to pass out when the vibrations in your core stop suddenly, a small relief flooding your senses. Relief is short lived, however, as you hear the door open.

“Dean?” you rasp, your throat now sore from the constant screaming.

“Did we learn our lesson, Princess?” His tone is low but soft, he’s done punishing you.

“Yes, sir. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

There’s a shuffling and rustling of clothes behind you, and before you know it, the straps around your ankles are being undone. The warmth radiating from his body envelops you as he moves up the bed to undo the straps around your wrists. You hiss as the raw flesh stings, angry marks indented where the strap dug into you earlier.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Dean whispers in your ear. He slowly turns you over, being careful not to hurt you. Once on your back, you smile as you see him on top of you, his bare chest within reach, pink lips beckoning as he licks them in anticipation. He dips his head and captures your lips with his own, and you can’t help but melt into his touch. His kiss is gentle, a stark contrast to the way he’s been with you today. His hand settles on your hip as he pulls you closer, your own hands now running through his silky hair.

Breaking the kiss, his lips travel down to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh. He continues a path down to your nipple, his teeth nipping lightly at it. You arch your back in response, your body reacting to every touch, every caress, every kiss as his lips travel down to your core. Suddenly, just before reaching the part of you most desperate to feel him, Dean stops and you prop yourself on your elbows. He smiles softly and winks, then dips his head once more and slowly licks a stripe down from your clit to your wet hole.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, you moan his name. His tongue begins to work wonders, dipping in and out of your pussy as his hands caress your thighs before placing them on his shoulders, opening you up to him fully. Your fingers tangle in the short strands of his dirty blond hair, pulling lightly as he alternates attention from your hole to your clit, and back again. If anyone in the world knows exactly how to work your body, it’s Dean Winchester.

As the coil in your belly begins to tighten yet again, you pull on Dean’s hair to bring him back up to you. He follows your guidance, his lips at yours once more and you can taste yourself on them. Reaching down between you, you grab the thick shaft of his cock, pumping him a few times before guiding him to your entrance.

“Dean, I need you. Please,” you whisper against his mouth.

He grabs your hand in response and places it next to you, interlacing his fingers with yours as he presses on and you both groan in pleasure as his cock enters you, stretching you beautifully, much more than the toy had earlier. He stills for a moment and you whine, unable to wait any longer you roll your hips against his. He hisses and chuckles lightly before he starts moving.

He begins to pull out, feeling your walls tighten around him. Pushing back in, Dean looks you straight in the eye and begins setting a pace. Thrusting in and out slowly at first, tantalizingly slow. You know he’s trying to tease you again and you simply can’t take it anymore.

“Dean. I’m begging you.”

“As you wish, Princess.” He captures your mouth with his and swallows your moans as his pace quickens.

In and out. Rolling. Pushing. Pulling. Your bodies melded into one, both working to reach that peak, that wonderful cliff of release. Soon, you’re at the precipice, desperate to throw yourself off but waiting for him to let you.

“Mmm fuck,” he grunts. His teeth are now biting at the curve of your neck. Your eyes are closing, rolling back as you near climax. Your hands still intertwined, his thrusts become erratic. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the taste of blood as you bite down on your lip, the coil so tight — mere seconds from snapping.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Dean rasps as he feels your walls tighten, you’re close and so is he.

“Oh God,” you moan, “Dean, I- I’m gonna -”

“Cum for me, Princess,” he grunts and that’s all the permission you need. An explosion goes off inside you, the coil snaps and wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure course through your body. Complete bliss lights your nerves on fire. Your pussy pulsates around Dean’s cock and soon he’s joining you in the throes of ecstasy. He growls as he cums deep within you, coating your insides with his seed, frozen as his muscles lock in place at the intensity of his own orgasm.

You both still for a second, relishing in the beauty of the moment. Breathing comes hard and the air burns in your lungs, yet you couldn’t be happier. Dean rolls off you, slowly bringing you to lay on him. You chuckle, then hiss as his fingers wrap around one of your wrists. He brings it up and you look up at him as he kisses the marks around it lovingly.

Looking down to you, Dean smiles. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. When you’re with your soulmate, words are not always necessary.

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