Summary: “You have no idea what I’d do to you,” Dean seethes.
“Oh, I have quite the imagination, Mr. Winchester,” she pants, finding just the right spot and slamming down on him.
Pairing: Dean x you, Dean x reader, Dean x her
Words: 2245
Warnings: femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, female ejaculation/squirting
He’s tied to a chair, arms bound at the wrists behind the chair back and ankles knotted to the legs. He’s gagged with a thick rope wound twice around the circumference of his head, threaded between his teeth as it holds a wadded cloth inside his mouth. She didn’t blindfold him and surely that was part of her plan – to make him suffer, to watch, unable to do anything about the scene unfolding around him.
“It’s killing you, isn’t it, Dean?” she purrs. “To be so helpless, no leverage or choice.” She circles behind the chair, dragging neatly manicured, French-tipped fingers along the width of his bare, sculpted shoulders. “You’re not used to not having power, are you?”
Dean stays still and stares straight ahead. He can feel the goosebumps rising all over his naked torso, but he tells himself to chill. This is what he agreed to after all.
Summary: Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When they’re connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.
Pairing: Dean x OFC (who looks and acts like Faith Lehane w/o the slayer powers)
Warnings: hand feeding, hair pulling, rough sex, ass play, no condoms, lap sitting, prostate massage, magical bond
It’s Slippery Saturday! And there are A LOT of bodily fluids slickin’ things up in this fic. Heavily inspired by this vid: https://youtu.be/3InNO-OtHtI.
It’s been one of those days – started off with your toes sunk into cat puke at 4:45 am, coffee maker overflowing at 5 am, your car battery dead under the hood when you tried to leave for work, and your key snapping off in the lock of the diner once you got there.
You desperately need to blow off some steam, so you push him against the rough brick wall with all you’ve got. He grunts in the cool night air, but the grin on his lips tells you he isn’t complaining. “What’re we doin’?” he asks, his eyes laughing and his tongue dancing just behind his bright white teeth as he rests his hands on your hips. You want to suck that teasing tongue into your mouth, so you yank him into you by the lapel of his leather jacket and rise to your tiptoes to kiss him.
She keeps reminding herself of how much money she’s going to make tonight because she knows that’s the only way she’ll get through it without setting someone on fire. They’re down one bartender so they pulled their DJ and people are being assholes that they have to put money in the jukebox and there’s no karaoke tonight. She’s thanking God for the latter and couldn’t care less about the former, but she really fucking hates the constant complaining.
“The fuck even is this music?” some random college ass whines.
She squints into the air at the invisible sound waves, as if they’ll answer for her so she can speak to this moron as little as possible. “AC/DC?” she replies with a small sigh and a large dose of eye roll suppression. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Two vodka Red Bulls,” his friend says, scanning her up and down. “And your phone number.” He leers and she wishes for a flamethrower.
She smiles sickly sweet. “Real original,” she deadpans. “Two douche drinks, comin’ up.” She walks away from their misogynist protestations and rounds the games area.
Usually, the people who hang out back there get their own drinks, but she runs through every once in a while to collect empties and trash. Plus, there’re two guys back there tonight who are hot as fuck, hustling frat boys out of their trust fund folding money, and tipping her like a couple of daddies.
I heard it’s Thirsty Thursday, so here’s my contribution.
This includes but is not limited to: eye fucking, Forehead Kisses, Dean Playing Big Brother Until He Isn’t, a bathroom Blow Job, Shower Sex that isn’t complicated, Ass Play, and lots tongue-y things
One Night Only (23 in 1): While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.
Choose Your Own Winchester x Reader
Lifting the Veil: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance – until now.
Jensen x Reader
Wrecked: “After the show, alone in a dark corridor, he shows you exactly what that song means.”
Angeles: “It started with being in the same place at the same time, friends in common, similar interests in music and movies. Then you touched his knee and laughed when he said something funny – and the look in his eyes left you hot and shivering.”
In For A Penny: This is what they want. This is what they need.
~SERIES~
Dean x Reader
Shadow Love: You’re an ancient, powerful supernatural entity on the run with Dean as your bodyguard. Neither of you knows your identity or your purpose, but the pull between you is so strong that you can’t resist each other. When you begin to regain memories, you aren’t sure whose they are; and Dean begins to pull away. Meanwhile, Sam, Cas, and Rowena are on the case. WORK IN PROGRESS – SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 13 AND 14 LIE HEREIN
Dean x OFC
Plus One: OFC Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger.
MOC!Dean x OFC
Pretty Reckless: Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When they’re connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.
And Then There Were Three: OFC Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship and one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.
Jensen x OFC x Jared
Bottle Service: They haven’t been looking for a permanent third, not really. But sometimes you find the thing you need when you least expect it; isn’t that what they always say?
A/N: this is for @impala-dreamer ‘s “Tell Me a ME Story Drabble Challenge.” Thanks for letting me join, Beka! xox
Warnings: NSFW
Words: 435
Pairing: Dean x Beka
Prompt: “Can we just lay here forever?”
“Can we just lay here forever?” he murmurs against your skin, sweat-slick and heavy, breathless and soft.
You’ve only known Dean for a day, but you feel like you really know him. He and his son Jack saved you from a werewolf of all fucking things. You wanted to thank them, so you invited them to dinner. You made stuffed shells with red sauce and set the table for three. When Dean arrived alone, you weren’t disappointed.
You sigh, shift under him, feeling him move inside you. He’s soft, but he’s also so thick that the slight movements he’s making thrill you more than you’d have ever guessed.
“I wish we could,” you answer quietly, running your hands over his shoulders and down his back, rest them on the curve at the base of his spine, and feel him shiver.
Dean hums and nuzzles into your neck. He’s bracing most of his weight on his forearms, yet he feels perfectly heavy over you and between your thighs. You raise your knees around his hips and he groans.
“You feel so good,” he mutters before kissing you. Then he gently thrusts, and you feel it – feel him getting hard again.
“Jesus,” you whisper, feeling the stretch and the growing heat. You tuck your hips into those feeling. “Dean, fuck…”
“Yeah?” he whispers back, nips at your trembling lips. “Want me to fuck you again?”
“Yes,” you breathe, bite him back, lick into his mouth.
Then he pushes up onto his hands, spreads you wide with his knees, pulls out and pushes back in slow and hot. He’s fully hard now.
“How d’you want it?” he asks, looking down on you, brows arched, challenging. “Hard?”
Your breath shakes and you nod, reach for him, touch him everywhere you can, and he moves.
He moves slow but hard – so hard, the air leaves your lungs in a huff with his every thrust; and so slow that you can feel every inch, every curve, and every ripple of his cock with each solid slide.
You trail a hand down between your bodies and press two fingers over the flesh that hugs your swollen clit, and you both gasp.
“Shit, Beka.” Dean swears and shakes. “C’mon, I wanna feel you come again. Please.”
He hangs his head, but his thrusts are still hard, still deep, still so fucking hot. What starts as a light flicker ignites into a raging fire, spreading from your core up through your belly and out your fingers and toes.
And Dean doesn’t stop fucking you until you’ve drained him of all he has to give.
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