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aiceofspades · 3 days ago

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tramp stamp | dean winchester x f!reader

headers: @strangergraphics-archive

pairings: dean x f!reader

genre: fluff, implied smut

word count: 2,314

author's note: so this is my first spn fic and i hope it lives up to the standard that everyone is used to, hope u guys enjoy!! also ignore any typos pls <{•_•}>

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you'd gotten a lower back tattoo a while ago, and while sam had noticed and complimented it, dean was as oblivious as anything. so when he finally saw it, shocked would be an understatement.

earlier in the day, you'd taken a shower in the motel room you were all currently staying in while dean was out getting coffee. you walked out of the bathroom in jeans and a bra, forgetting that sam was at the table researching, but he kindly averted his eyes while you changed, even though you didn't mind—he was like a brother to you.

"hey, sam," you asked, your back facing him whilst you picked a shirt out. "do you think the disappearances in this town could be linked to the murders in the prison the next town over?"

"um, i don't know. what made you come to that conclusion?" he asked, shuffling some papers around on the table behind you.

"well," you said, pulling a random band tee over your head and turning around. "even though this is a disappearance and those are murders, they started happening around the same time, and the victims are all men."

he thought for a second. "hm, maybe. but even if they are connected, i say we focus on this town, and if the murders are still happening when the job is done then we can go investigate, yeah?"

"good idea. i'd have probably just gone in all guns blazing into the prison. what would we do without you?" you joked, walking over and sitting opposite him at the table.

"i forget you have that tattoo on your back sometimes, you know. sometimes i'll take a glance and i'll get all shocked before remembering you've had it ages."

"really?" you giggled.

"yeah," he said, smiling. "why did you choose 'hell hath no fury' and whatever else it says?"

"well, as william congreve put it best in 'the mourning bride', 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'—no anger is fiercer than that of a woman. i have others, you know."

"really? you never fail to surprise me. when did you get them done?" he leant his elbows on the table.

"the earliest was about six years ago. my latest was my back one, only six months ago."

"do your parents know?"

"let's just say my mum wasn't too happy, but my body, my choice. my dad wasn't bothered since he has one himself. do you wanna see them?"

so you ended up showing sam your tattoos — all of them were in places that you were comfortable with sam looking at — and right as you were showing sam one on your ribs that said 'is it better to speak or to die?', dean walked in with three coffees in hand.

"woah," he said, setting the coffees on the counter top. "do you guys want some privacy or something? i didn't know you liked each other like that," he trailed off, obviously joking.

"dean," sam said as you lowered your t-shirt. "she's just showing me her tattoos, it's fine."

but dean paused. "you have tattoos?"

you pulled a face at him. "do you live on this earth? i swear you've seen them before. i literally got one six months ago, so surely you saw the plastic wrap on my back..."

he shook his head slowly, taking his leather jacket off to reveal his iconic layered flannel-over-henley outfit. "nope. i've never seen your tattoos. but you let sam see them before me? i'm flattered," he said, feigning disgust.

"oh, shut up. i mean, i'll show you them if you want but surely you've seen them before?" you asked again, sure that he was faking it.

"no, i have not seen any of them. please tell me they're in, uh, compromising positions," he said, smirking.

"ew, gross," you said, standing up and grabbing your cell off your bed to check for any messages. dean brought the three coffees over to the table, where he and sam both took a sip of theirs, leaving one for you.

the room quietened down to a comfortable silence as you focused on your phone. one from bobby asking for details on any paranormal activities in town, one from your sister checking up on you, one from a hunter who lived in town...

a ding came from sam's phone and he stood up after checking it. you closed yours and slid it in your back pocket.

"i'm gonna go grab a few books from the local library. bobby texted me a few recommendations," he said, closing his laptop.

"don't be too long, we need to go undercover this afternoon," dean said.

"i won't, but i'll give you two some privacy. make sure to use a condom," he joked, grabbing his jacket and exiting, leaving you and dean with red cheeks.

you turned around to your duffel bag on your bed, sorting through to find the book you were currently reading. as soon as you had sat down and opened it to the page you were currently on, dean disrupted you.

"so?" dean asked, breaking the silence.

you looked up from your book. "so what?"

"your tattoos?" he said, standing in front of you.

"oh," you said, folding the corner of your page down before standing up. "so i don't know why you're so interested, but i've got one here," you said, showing him one on your tricep.

then you rolled your jeans up and pointed to your ankle. "another one here."

you rolled your jeans down and lifted your shirt up, showing him the one on your rib.

"what does it mean?" he asked, leaning in close whilst gently brushing his fingers over the ink. the close proximity was making your cheeks flush again.

"it means should you say what's on your mind, or die without anyone knowing your true intentions? i think about this quote quite literally once a day."

you turned around to look in the mirror behind you to admire the tattoo, and as your back was facing dean, you happened to glance up and see his expression change from being mildly interested to downright gobsmacked. then you remembered your tramp stamp.

dean's fingers immediately stretched out to touch the words embedded in your skin, just above your tail bone. the touch sent a shiver down your spine, and seeing your reaction, he slid his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him until your back was flush against his front.

"now, i definitely haven't seen that, or i would've done something about it sooner," he said in a low voice, thumbs brushing your skin.

"do you like it?" you asked.

"well, what does it mean?"

"that no anger will ever match that of a woman's."

he hummed, reaching up to pull your shirt down for you, watching you in the mirror. "fitting. sometimes when you're angry, either when your hunting or just in general, i know that if anyone ever did you wrong, you wouldn't stop until you'd got your revenge. you're very determined."

"i don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing," you said gently, leaning back into him and watching his face in the mirror. "it could be my fatal flaw."

"i think you'd know when enough was enough though, 'cause you're quiet observant and mature."

"are you just continue complimenting me for the whole day?"

"if you give me a kiss, then i'll stop. i know you don't like it." he had been asking for a kiss from you for a while, and whilst you thought it was just a joke, you realised now it wasn't.

you turned around to face him, arms winding around his neck. "you're being serious?"

"yes. i'm always serious with you," he said, his hands sneaking under the back of your shirt to touch the ink in your skin again.

"well you'd better kiss me like you mean it."

and he did. he was soft at first, as he hesitantly slipped his tongue in your mouth. but as he realised you were mirroring his enjoyment, he sped up slightly, now biting your bottom lip. you reciprocated by pulling at his hair which caused him to push you against the wall. you hitched a leg around his hips as his mouth trailed downwards, biting slightly on your collarbone.

"dean, don't," you breathed out between sighs. "sam'll see."

"he knows we both like each other," he gasped against your skin, his hands gripping your hips. "in fact, i think he wants us to do this."

"so you think i like you?" you said as he moved back up to your lips.

"yes," he said into your mouth. "i know you do. i've heard you gasping my name out at night when you dream."

"you're supposed to be asleep at night. and don't tell me that you got off on me gasping your name," you said, reaching under his shirt and dragging your nails down his back as he carried in biting your neck. you remembered the vivid dreams you'd had of him over these past few months, and something warm grew in your stomach.

"well i'd be lying if i said no..." he trailed off, and you felt his mouth curve into a smile against your neck.

"dean," you giggled. "that's gross!"

he pulled back from your neck, his pupils blown, lips parted and swollen, and hair stuck up in all directions. "and you getting off to a dream you had of me wasn't?"

oh. so he had seen you that night under the sheets from across the room. it was only a few weeks ago, but recollecting the ecstasy you'd felt that night after a particularly vivid wet dream of him brought a redness to your cheeks as you'd realised dean had heard every noise you'd made that night. and those noises included you moaning out his name into your duvet to try and muffle the sound.

"look who's shy now," he mocked, regaining his breaths.

"you weren't supposed to hear that..." you trailed off and lowered your head to prevent him from seeing your embarrassment.

"well i did, and it made me want you even more." he leaned in again, this time slower as his hands trailed up and down your body.

you leaned back from him before you pushed him backwards towards your bed. the back of his knees hit the bed and you pushed him down. he propped himself up on his elbows and watched as you straddled him.

"you need to watch yourself, dean. i might just have to put you in your place if you're not careful."

he smirked, watching as you trailed your arms down his biceps and his chest. in no way was he toned and muscly, but you didn't mind, as long as he was lean. most of those guys who were toned were usually dicks who loved their reflections more than you. dean didn't really care about his reflection much, only his hair, so it was nice to see someone staying true to themselves.

he sat himself up cradle your head in one of his hands and your jaw in the other. "you know, you're the only woman i'd let top me."

the words you'd prepared to reply with stuck in your throat as your face turned red again. he just gave a toothy grin and silently laughed at your reaction whilst you calmed yourself down, occasionally stroking the back of your head.

when you finally overcome your surprise, you lightly smacked him on his arm. "you can't just say that!"

"i mean, i think your reaction was pretty cute, so i think ill say it more often," he said, hugging you tight and pecking your lips once, twice, three times, before moving onto the rest of your face. your hands clutched at the back of his shirt.

he pulled you back down to lay on top of him before rolling over so he was hovering above you. then he kissed you again as your hands went around his neck. he was gentle, way more gentle than any man had been with you. his lips met yours and you wrapped your legs around him.

and that's when the door flew open. sam with five books in his hands.

dean's eyes flickered open and when he saw it was just sam, he closed them and carried on. you, however, pushed dean off you before scrambling up and wiping your mouth. you all but ran over to sam at the door.

"heyy, sam, how are you?" all he could do was open and close his mouth. "you're back early aren't you? maybe you should go read in the car," you said, pushing him out of the door and closing it behind him.

as soon as you'd closed it, you walked back over to dean who was laid on the bed with a strange look on his face.

"you okay, loverboy?"

he nodded, eyes flicking to you. "m'just really happy, that's all."

"o-kay." you sat next to him, reaching out to stroke his hair.

then he sat up slowly, your hand falling off his hair whilst he was eyeing you up. you knew that look in his eye.

before you could say anything, he tackled you to the bed, pining your wrists above your head. "y'know what sam said earlier, about using a condom?"

you nodded slowly.

"i think we'd better take his advice while he's outside," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"if you want to do it, you could have just said 'let's do it'."

"don't you wanna practise safely?" he asked, a genuine question though it was worded funny.

"ew, don't word it like that! but i'm down for anything."

"let's make this quick then," he said reaching for your top to pull over his head and flipping you over onto your stomach. "but first, i gotta see that tattoo one more time."

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