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Dean Winchester Masterlist - theweirdymcweirderson

Help me Practice series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

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Thank you: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT Summary: Reader and Dean are alone at the bunker, just relaxing a little, and Dean decides to help the reader relax in a more pleasurable way.

Thank you

Yes, sir: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: You go to a bar to have some fun and unwind a little, and the green-eyed stranger you meet is more than happy to help!

Yes, sir

Yes, sir 2

Little Fantasies: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: Reader and the Winchesters have to go undercover in a high school to solve a case and the Reader has to go as a cheerleader, which provides Dean an excuse to live out his fantasy.

Little Fantasies

Changes series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean walks in on the Reader changing her clothes, and he can’t help but seeing her in a completely different way from that moment on. + Imagine being friends with Dean and one day while goofing off, he finds out you have a hair pulling kink, so he makes you moan for him.

Changes

Jealous boyfriend

He knows

Hey, babe

Back together

Make it stop, please… series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: While on a case with Dean, Crowley puts a spell on the Reader, where she almost orgasms, but never really reaches that point, so she is left all hot and bothered and frustrated; and the only way to break the spell is by experiencing a real orgasm *nudge, nudge* + imagine whispering in Dean’s ear all the things you’re gonna do to him when you get back to the Bunker.

Make it stop, please

Hunting partner

Need to touch you

Faults

Make it up

Make the most of it

Always: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: I was wondering if you’d write a deanxreader fic, please? The reader is usually a happy bubblytype of person. You’d have to really get on her last nerve to piss her off. The Winchesters have never seen this side of her. So, they’re celebrating after a tough hunt. Along with Castiel and Charlie. They go to a bar. And are pretty chill. Then these frat boys start saying some nasty things to the reader and Charlie, they ignore them. They’re just drunks, but then they get pretty nasty to the point that the boys and even Castiel are gonna jump in. But the reader beats them to it. And her temper explodes. Maybe I gave to much detail, I just want a fic along these lines and somehow incorporate a deanxreader relationship. Or starting one after the incident.

Always

You deserved it, baby: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: Can you do a Dean X reader where she had been studying all night and is really frustrated and Dean helps take the stress away (smut pls) and dirty talk *I have been studying all night and could use some Dean Winchester

You deserved it, baby

I’m here now, sweetheart: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT

Request: Hey! Can I request a one shot where the reader goes missing for like a week and Dean/Sam are super worried about her, and then she calls them on a payphone crying and freaking out because she doesn’t remember anything from the past week? Fluff? Thanks :)

I’m here now, sweetheart

Ready? series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Reader and Dean are best friends. One day she walks in on him watching porn and they decide to make a bet.

Ready?

Your choice

I always keep my promises

Screen saver

Mine: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT this was the first fic I’d ever written…so yeah, it kinda sucks *grin*

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader but he doesn’t tell her and she’s convinced that he hates her till one day Sam and the reader decide to prank Dean making him think that they’re dating which leads Dean to confess his feelings for the reader.

Mine

Yours

Dreams drabble: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT(ish)

Summary: Dean had an intresting dream involving the Reader.

Dreams

Heat: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

WARNING: contains explicit gifs (it shouldn't show in any case, but just to be sure)

Summary: Dean is working on Baby and the Reader joins him to keep him company, but things get a little more heated than expected.

Heat

Apologies: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Reader gets mad after Dean leaves her back at the bunker during a hunt, so he tries everything in his power to get her to forgive him.

Apologies

Apologies 2

Apologies 3

Apologies 4

Belong to: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: The Reader wears thigh highs and Dean gets turned on by the while thing.

Summary: The Reader gets jealous and a little insecure when she sees Dean eyeing another woman at a bar, and later Dean sees a man flirting with the Reader so he gets jealous too. They go back to the bunker and have an argument which ends up being solved with Dean reassuring the Reader that she’s the only girl he wants.

Belong to

Belong to 2

Write it down for me: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: The Reader keeps reading the “Supernatural” books even after Dean asks her to stop, so he tells her that he wants to read about her as well.

Write it down for me

Write it down for me 2

Write it down for me 3

Make me wanna die: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT ANGST

Summary: Dean keeps doing everything in his power to push the Reader away, believing it to be the best way to keep her safe.

Request: Could you please do a song fic about to “Make me wanna die” by The Pretty Reckless.

Make me wanna die

Boredom takes over: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT(ish)

Summary: Dean confesses to the Reader that he thinks she’s the most boring person he’s ever met, and she decides to show him just how wrong that statement is.

Boredom takes over

Movie Night: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean takes the Reader to the movies because they’re screening her favorite movie and things get heated after he gets jealous of her celebrity crush.

Movie Night

Interviews: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean gets jealous when the Reader flirts with an officer to get the information they need, so he decides to confront her about it in the bathroom, ending up drawing some unexpected attention.

Request: Dean and the Reader having public sex and getting caught.

Interviews

Memory Foam: (Dean Winchester×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: The Reader can’t fall asleep because of the recurring nightmares she has, so Dean helps her through them.

Request: Dean and the Reader sleeping together for the first time with no smut.

Memory Foam

Ice-cream break: (Dean Winchester×Reader) FLUFF

Request: Imagine the Reader is dyslexic, but she doesn’t tell the boys because she’s really embarrassed by it but they find out anyways because she gets frustrated and starts crying.

Ice-cream break

Animals: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT

Prompt: Something about Dean based on the song Animals by Nickelback.

Animals

Till death do us part: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT ANGST(ish)

Prompt: Posing as Dean's fiancée for a case. Nothing could ever go wrong, right?

Till death do us part

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Responsability: (James B. Barnes×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Smutty encounter between Reader and Bucky.

Responsability

Bucky comes home after a mission: (James B. Barnes×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: Short drabble about Bucky’s routine when he returns home after missions.

Bucky comes home after a mission

Wondering thoughts and sleepless nights: (James B. Barnes×Reader) ANGST + FLUFF + LIGHT SMUT

Summary: The reader can’t fall asleep due to memories of her relationship with Bucky.

Wondering thoughts and sleepless nights

Greedy: (James B. Barnes×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Bucky really enjoys watching his girlfriend being pleasured.

Greedy

Snacks & secrets: (James B. Barnes×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: Bucky finds out the secret the Reader has been keeping from him.

Snacks & secrets

Some you win and some, well, you win.: (James B. Barnes×Reader) LIGHT SMUT (ish)

Summary: Bucky and the Reader engage in some teasing games.

Some you win and some, well, you win. 

Hero complex: (James B. Barnes×Reader) ANGST & FLUFF (kinda)

Summary: While on a mission Bucky and the Reader encounter a bit of trouble.

Hero complex

All is fair in love and war: (James B. Barnes×Reader) LIGHT SMUT (ish)

Summary: Things heat up during a training session between Bucky and Reader.

All is fair in love and war

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Pretty: (James B. Barnes×Reader×Steve Rogers) SMUT

Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers.

Pretty

Pretty 2

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Bucky comes home after a mission

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 653

Warnings: Soft!Bucky, Fluff, Pet Names.

Notes: I love soft Bucky, bye. Enjoy 😘

The clock around his wrist reads 2.21 AM, which is why he takes extra care in being as silent as possible when he unlocks the door and slips in. His eyes scan the living room out of habit, everything is dark and silent, and Bucky takes a deep breath and allows himself to calm down.

Your coat lays on the wooden bench that you insisted on buying, something about it bringing more warmth to the entrance. He let you think that he’d relented once you’d explained how you could sit on it to put shoes on and use it as storage at the same time. Truth was, he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to you.

He hopes you never find out about this particular weakness of his.

It does come in handy as he sits down to unlace his boots, his eyes falling on your discarded sneakers near the umbrella holder. They’re not left there out of laziness he can tell that much; it looks more out of a “fuck, I'm 0.5 seconds away from peeing myself.”. He chuckles at how much you hate using public restrooms.

Bucky heads for the fridge first; stomach loudly informing him that that is the best course of action to take. When he's away you always cook dinner for two in case he comes back during the night, and if he doesn't come back you have the leftovers for lunch the following day.

He’s stressed time and again that it isn't necessary, but you won't relent.  He smiles as he digs a fork through a meatball and scoops some creamy mashed potatoes over it; having a home cooked meal after missions is one of his favourite self-indulgences.

Everything is just as he left it. Bucky polishes the dish quickly enough, as per usual, and heads to your bedroom.

Your body looks so small curled underneath the sheets; Bucky smiles, because that’s his side of the bed you’re sleeping in. He strips his clothes and gently pulls the sheets back to climb behind you. You immediately press back against him, your sleep shorts tickling his thighs as he manoeuvres to squish his body as close as possible to yours.

“Buck, you’re back?”

The words are slurred, but Bucky understands you and hums, arms sneaking around your midriff. You shuffle in your sleep to help accommodate him, huffing softly as you turn around to face him; there’s a small frown on your face, but your eyes are still shut.

“Are you hurt? Everythin-kay?”

“Everyone’s good, doll. I’m fine.”

He swallows down a grunt when you bury yourself deeper in his embrace, pressing your face to his chest and bumping his collarbone. His cracked collarbone. It’s nothing serious, for him at least, he got a quick check up at the compound. There’s no need to worry you because he knows the bruises and his collarbone will be healed by morning.

“D’you eat?”

You push your arm underneath his, wrapping it around his torso; hand curling in a fist against his back. He loves it.

“Yes, thank you, dinner was real good.”

You hum your acknowledgement, and Bucky’s heart swells when you press your lips to his chest. It’s not really a kiss, you’re still too sleepy for that. You just squish your face against him, but you’ve done the gesture so many times before, that he knows what you’re trying to do.

“Go back to sleep now, doll.”

His lips press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, and he feels the stress leaving his body as he tightens his hold on yours, grounding himself in the moment. His mind starts to clear for the first time since he’s left for the mission.

“Missed you, James.”

You seem to bury yourself even more into him, and Bucky shuts his eyes and regulates his breathing to match yours, letting your heartbeat slowly lull him to sleep. 

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Animals - Dean Winchester

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Impala

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 1537 (lyrics included)

Warnings: 18+ only. All this is very lightly described, but still, I’m adding it. Smut, Dirty Talk, Kissing, Hair Pulling, Biting, Language, Pet Names, Teasing, Oral (male receiving).

Prompt: 

Notes: I’m trying to get  back to writing and I’’m having major blocks, so please be nice. 😘😘 Enjoy.

I, I'm driving black on black Just got my license back I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run Your mom don't know that you were missing She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you That I've been kissing Screamin'

Dean’s just left the motel after another fight with Sam. Spending the morning at the police station hadn’t been fun, but he’s used to it by now. Metallica is playing and he’s mouthing the words he knows by heart as he drives to her place. They’re bad for each other, they know that. And still, every time he’s in town, he calls and she answers.

She’s standing by the side of the road, making sure she’s out of the window’s range. Her parents would kill her if they knew she is still hanging out with John Winchester’s kid.

Dean spots her easily enough, rolls to a stop in front of the sidewalk and leans over the seat to open the door for her. She awakens the gentleman in him.

“Did ya miss me, sweetheart?”

A grin stretches across her mouth as she slips in Baby. She grabs his face, fingers gently sinking in the sides of his face and pulls him in for a kiss.

“Not as much as you’ve missed me, Dean-o.”

There’s some scruff littering his cheeks, she takes the time to caress them a couple of times; she likes it, it looks good on him.

“Let’s roll, shall we?”

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in Get in, just get in Check out the trouble we're in

They’re in a club and it’s packed. Booze flowing copiously and hands wandering freely; Dean’s arm is around her waist as she sways to the beat of the song.

“C’mon, let’s dance, babe.”

She spins around, her fingers dance across his forearm to reach his hand and she tries to pull him off the seat. She fails, as always. Dean Winchester doesn’t dance, and if he did, it wouldn’t be to that song blasting through the speakers.  

“Yeah, not happening, sweetheart.”

Her eyes look darker as she steps closer to him, places herself between his parted thighs and pleadingly whispers a breathy ‘please’ in his ear. He doesn’t budge.

She shrugs her shoulders and grabs his chin between her thumb and forefinger. There’s a mischievous smirk playing on her lips when she pulls back, a complete opposite to the sweet peck she’s just planted on the corner of his mouth.

They’re not together, never been. Not officially. He still grows possessive whenever someone tries something with her, and she gets insanely jealous of everyone that flirts with him. It’s toxic. They know, and yet they don’t care.

As he watches her walk to the dance floor, he already knows someone is going to end up with a broken nose and he’s going to end up with bloody fists by the end of the night. She licks her lips and her arms rise up; she has the audacity of sending him a cheeky wink and a wave before she turns around and weaves her body through the throng of people.

You're beside me on the seat Got your hand between my knees And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears By now, no doubt that we were heading south I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth 'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch I'm screamin'

Adrenaline is pumping through their veins; they’re scrambling to leave before the cops show up.

The Impala purrs to life as they make a hasty escape; she slides across the seat and presses her front to his side. She’s warm and Dean can’t stop himself from looking down to where her hands are slowly creeping up his leg.

“Find some place to park. Don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Her hand is now on his bulge, pressing and palming as she breathes the words; her breath fanning across his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

“I’m trying to think. You’re making t-things harder.”

“I can tell. You really did miss me, huh?”

Dean curses under his breath and he feels the smile on her lips when they press to his neck; his eyes are focused on the road and he tries with all his might to keep them there while she unbuttons his jeans and rolls down the zipper. They pass the mall’s parking lot, and right as he’s about to make a detour, she moves downs.

“Fucking hell, warn a guy, would ya?”

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in Get in, just get in Look at the trouble we're in

She laughs around him and he glances down at her, a grin on his face.

“Whatcha laughing about? Almost got us killed.”

He’s silenced quickly when she wraps her lips around his dick and sucks, killing any more remarks and eliciting a groan from him. His right hand finds the back of her head, letting her know she has to slow down if she wants him to keep some semblance of control.

He parks near the train station when she does the exact opposite, running her tongue along his shaft and then sucking on the tip. Killing the engine, he pulls her up and presses a demanding kiss to her lips; his fingers tangling in her hair as they lose themselves in each other.

We were parked out by the tracks We're sitting in the back And we just started getting busy When she whispered what was that The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are And that was when she started screamin' That's my dad outside the car Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition Must have wound up on the floor while We were switching our positions I guess they knew that she was missing As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing Screamin'

It’s frustrating to try and get his shirts off, so she settles for pushing her hands underneath them, scratching along the expanse of his abs as he manoeuvres her to straddle his lap. The steering wheel is constricting their movements, and she huffs her disdain, biting on his bottom lip in retaliation. Dean chuckles.

“I want your fingers, please, Dean.”

He hums, not wanting to detach her lips from his, and brings his hand down. Being the tease that he is, he takes the time to caress and grope his way to the actual destination. Her hand finds his hair and she informs him of her disapproval by pulling on the strands.

“Patience is a virtue, ya know?”

Skirts is what she always wears when they have to meet, easy access and little hassle. Dean pushes his hand under the folds of the red skater skirt, and she grunts something as she presses her core against him.

“Did you hear that?”

Dean finds it hard to focus on anything else that isn’t her body on his lap, so he shakes his head noncommittally while his fingers work to move her panties to the side.

“Wait, stop. I think someone is out there.”

They barely have time to fix their clothes, before her father’s voice growls at her to get her ass out of the car.

Dean unlocks the motel door and rolls his eyes when he finds Sam staring at him. He’d hoped to find him asleep.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you?”

The younger Winchester only receives a grunt in answer, which he interprets as his brother probably pissing someone off.

With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Dean throws his tired body on the mattress. Being threatened with a shotgun was not how he’d pictured their encounter going when he’d picked her up. His phone pings, alerting him of a new text message.

-I’m choosing the spot next time, xoxo.

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in We're just a couple of animals Get in, just get in Ain't nothing wrong with it Check out the trouble we're in We're just a couple of animals Get in, just get in.

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Help me practice pt. 20

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3545

Warnings: Apologies, cuteness overload, teasing, overprotective!Bobby, some tearing up, kissing, camping trip

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

Find the previous parts here:

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Notes: I know you’re thinking: “FINALLY!” Cause, well, it’s what I’m thinking *giggle*

Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! *kisses*

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“I’m not cheating on you, (Y/n)…” His voice was a soft whisper which you were sure you wouldn’t have heard if the light, spring breeze hadn’t been blowing your way, “I know you’re not, Dean” His mind seemed to register your voice, but not the words you were speaking, “I swear to God, baby, I’m not. I-wait, what?”

You walked to the wooden swing seat on your porch and sat down, looking up at Dean, who seemed too uncomfortable with the situation to sit next to you, “I trust you, Dean, I know you’d never cheat on me…plus, we’re always together and when we’re not, we’re texting or speaking on the phone, so, yeah.”

He locked eyes on yours for the first time when you’d finished your little speech; a small smile stetching on his lips and hinting at his dimples as he seemed to relax a little bit, “I’m so sorry I lied, (Y/n), it’s just that…” You waited expectantly for his explanation, mentally urging him to keep talking and after a deep breath, he did.

“You know I’m not good at relationships, everytime I tried to embark in one, it always ended up with the girl accusing me of cheating, so I panicked and lied about the text. Then when you told me you knew, I was afraid you’d think she was my side chick or something and I ended up attacking you before you could explain”

Sometime during his rushed explanation, Dean ended up kneeling in front of you, his hands holding yours in your lap almost as if he was afraid you’d get up and leave, “You know, I never really cared when the others accused me of cheating, I always thought if they didn’t trust me then there was nothing I could do, but with you…" 

He stopped his ranting, locking his clear, green eyes on yours and taking his time staring in the depths of them, momentarily losing his trail of thoughts until he blinked and shook himself out of his haze, “I can’t lose you, (Y/n)! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for lying and hurting you and saying the things I said, I didn’t mean them, (Y/n), none of them" 

You nodded, closing your eyes when you felt them begin to tear up and bringing your forehead on Dean’s, smiling when his breath hitched in his throat at your proximity, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was-it just hurt when you said what you did; a lot. I know you had a reason for lying, and I thought it was because you didn’t trust me or something…" 

A small smile spread on your lips as you remembered the amount of time you spent wondering what you’d done wrong, while Dean tightened his grip on your hands, biting on his lower lip and shaking his head, “God, sweetheart, you have no idea how sorry I am. I love you so, so much, forgive me, please!" 

The confidence that usually laced Dean’s voice was gone, replaced by desperation as his words took on a boyish, defeated tone that you’d only heard once when you were still in middle school. Sammy had gotten sick and Dean didn’t know what to do; he’d tried to be strong for his little brother like always, only to break down with you later on in the evening. 

You opened your eyes, finding his red-rimmed emeralds already staring at you, glistening with unshed tears, "You won’t get rid of me so easily, buddy! I love you, too, Dean” A relieved, shuddering breath escaped his parted lips and washed over yours; none of you daring to break eye contact as his hands slowly travelled up your arms. 

He cupped your cheeks, his touch so light you were afraid you were just dreaming again until his lips brushed yours. A gentle, soft brush of his plump, voluptuous lips on yours, almost as if he was scared you’d pull away. Your hands moved from where they were resting on your lap and snaked underneath his signature leather jacket. 

You fisted his blue, flannel shirt and spread your legs, pulling Dean between them as you pressed him closer to your body and properly captured his lips in a searing kiss which had him release a hum of approval. His thumb gingerly caressed your cheek, and you were sure he felt the blush you were sporting just from their warmth. 

One of his hands tangled in your (h/c) tresses, keeping your face close to his as you both lost yourselves in the other, until someone clearing their throat made you pull apart abruptly. You both turned around to find Bobby standing by the door, sporting his yellow, daisy-patterned apron and a wooden spoon in his right hand. 

You sat in mild shock, watching as Dean quickly detached himself from you and scrambled to his feet, “Dean…” Bobby’s voice was serious, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his brown eyes, “Sir!” Your eyes widened slightly at Dean’s panicked voice and choice of words, before you had to stifle a giggle at his flustered state. 

They stared at one another, Dean practically shaking with nerves until Bobby directed his gaze on you, “Well, (Y/n), I came out to ask Alice and Steve if they were staying for dinner, but I guess it’ll have to be for another time, huh?” You nodded your head with a small smile, “Yep, Alice told me they were going to the movies" 

You shrugged your shoulders, watching as Bobby brought his eyes back on your poor boyfriend, "So Dean, you staying for dinner?” Dean’s eyes flitted to yours for barely a second and he bit down on his bottom lip nervously before nodding his head, “I’d really like to stay if you’ll have me, sir" 

Bobby shook his head, turning on his heels to conceal his smirk, and cleared his throat before letting you know that the food was almost ready and to hurry up. Once you and Dean were left alone again, you let loose a chuckle, which was spurred on by Dean’s mock glare, "Sir? Seriously?!" 

Pouting his slightly swollen lips, Dean scowled at you, mainly to hide his own grin, "Shut up, I panicked okay! Do you think he’ll poison my food or something?” You shook your head, making your way to the door with him following close behind you, “Yeah, probably" 

A groan left his mouth as he snaked his hand down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "The things I do for you, woman!” With slightly blushing cheeks, you rose on your tiptoes and pressed a peck to his cheek, noticing the smile that spread on his face at the action, before you pulled him with you towards the kitchen since you didn’t want Bobby to get the wrong idea. 

You sat all at the table after you and Dean set it up, and Bobby served each one of you some risotto alla parmigiana. From the corner of your eye you could see Dean’s wary expression as he scooped some on his fork, and you heard his heavy, defeated sigh as he brought it to his lips and started eating, “Woah, this is delicious, Bobby!" 

You almost sputtered the water you were sipping on at Dean exclamation, and you turned to Bobby, waiting for his answer, "Trying to sweet talk me there, boy?” Dean’s eyes widened while you pursed your lips to contain your laughter, “What? N-no. No, I just…I was, ehm-” Finally, Bobby decided to take mercy on him, and started chuckling, relieving Dean of his worries. 

“Oh, c'mon, Bobby! You serious? Not cool, man, not cool at all” Bobby flashed you a wink as you started giggling as well, the both of you ignoring Dean’s half-hearted glares, “You should’ve seen your face, Dean, it was hilarious!” His phone ringing, cut him from answering you and he resorted to only spare you an offended glance. 

“Mom? Ehm, yeah, I’m still at Bobby’s. Mom, c'mon, can’t we talk about this when I’m back?! Fine. Yes, yes she forgave me. Okay, sure…Love you too, mom, bye.” Both you and Bobby were staring a Dean with amusement clearly written all over your faces, making him squirm in his seat as he slid his phone back in his pocket. 

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but your way as he mumbled, “Uhm, mom says hi, and she said you should come over for dinner one of these days” You both nodded, Bobby wasting no time in making Dean feel a little more uncomfortable, while you licked your lips and pulled the lower one between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing. 

After you’d managed to calm yourselves down, Dean realized how hungry he actually was since he’d only eaten his pie and dug into his food as you made small talk; Bobby telling you about his two days away with John. When you’d finished eating, you convinced Bobby to go rest assuring him that you’d take care of the dishes. 

He ended up going to the living room to watch some sports, while you and Dean tackled the kitchen and cleaned it up. All the way Dean kept showering you with compliments, apologies and from time to time, after he’d made sure that your uncle was nowhere in sight, he’d pull you into his arms and kiss you, claiming to be making up for lost time. When the kitchen was spotless, you went to your room to watch a movie and catch up. 

“You know, Dean, last week when you asked me to leave with you for a couple of days, just the two of us; I sure as hell didn’t think you’d take me camping in the middle of the woods!” You huffed as you swatted yet another annoying fly from the tip of your nose, “I promise you you’ll enjoy yourself, baby girl, trust me" 

He accompanied his words with his trademark smirk and a flirty wink, which in this case did nothing to lighten your mood, "Sure. Nothing screams romantic weekend as much as an army of bugs trailing up your body while you sweat like a pig.” In reality, Dean had had the decency to bring some insect repellent, which you’d thoroughly sprayed all over your body, twice; but that was beyond your point. 

You’d been walking for the past hour and a half, and your legs were starting to feel like jello as you tried to avoid broken tree branches and puddles of muddy water, which still hadn’t had the time to dry, no matter how hot the last week had been. Dean, however, seemed overly excited about your impending weekend, and you couldn’t help but smile a little at the boyish grin on his face. 

A few minutes later and a load of more complaining from your side, you decided to stop to rest a little bit, Dean allowing you to sit on his lap as you sat by the river that ran across your small town, and you listened as he told you about the time John had brought him and Sam camping, giggling at the shenanigans they’d pulled on their poor father. 

“Wanna skinny dip?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, half hoping that you’d agree, “Sure, in your dreams, Winchester!” He nuzzled your neck, apparently not caring about the fact that you were both sticky and gross from the workout you’d just had under the unforgiving sun, “Oh, we’ve done that in my dreams, plenty of times. How about you make them come true?" 

You kept denying and he kept asking for a little longer, before you got up and Dean hauled your bags over his shoulder and continued walking to where he said he knew the perfect spot for your adventurous weekend. You let your mind wonder for a while as you enjoyed the scenery, practically doubling over when Dean almost tripped and cursed. 

Among glares from your boyfriend and giggles from your part, you managed to make it to your destination; your eyes widening in surprise at the cabin in front of you, "No way! When did you finish it?” You turned to Dean, who was sporting a proud grin on his face at the astonishment that laced your voice, “Couple of months ago, was waiting for the right time to bring you here" 

You hummed and returned your attention to the cabin Dean had spent almost three years building up with his father. Since they were both busy, John with work and Dean with college, they’d settled for building it a little at a time, spending part of their holidays on the construction which apparently had brought to great results. 

He unlocked the heavy, wooden door and let you in first, chuckling when you squeaked in excitement, "No freaking way! This is awesome, Dean! I totally forgot about it, you know, you stopped bringing it up, and I thought you’d grown tired of it, but…wow, you guys did one hell of a job!” You took in your surroundings, noticing the minimal decor Dean had gone with, and made a mental note to buy him something to add. 

Dean went to the small kitchen, which was connected to the “living room” and you realized that he’d taken the time to buy some food, something which you hadn’t even stopped to think about until that moment; while you, went to snoop around in the other rooms. The bedroom had a small closet and a king sized bed, with two nightstands on either side, and a door which brought to the bathroom. 

You decided to go back to Dean, leaning against the counter as he whistled a tune to himself, “So…you mind if I disappear for a quick shower?” He tilted his head back to look at you, flashing you a grin, “Depends, am I allowed to join?” You giggled and shook your head, gesturing to your current state, “Nope, cause I feel gross at the moment" 

You didn’t wait for his answer as you grabbed some clothes and walked back to the bathroom, but you managed to hear when he mumbled ’Pfft, more like gorgeous…’ which made you smile. You quickly scrubbed yourself clean, using the body wash Dean had in the bathroom and threw on your tank top and shorts, not even bothering to dry your body as you pulled your wet hair in a messy bun. 

You smiled at the small bathtub on the other side of the bathroom, apparently Dean cherished his showers and baths even in the middle of the woods. Gathering your dirty clothes, you placed them in the small laundry bag you’d brought with you to keep them separated from your clean ones, and joined Dean in the kitchen where he was placing some sandwiches in a picnic basket. 

"Hey!” You leant up when he turned to face you, pressing a chaste peck on his smiling lips, “Mmmm, you smell like me…” He grumbled the words against your lips and you giggled, “That I do” He closed his eyes and nuzzled your neck, breathing you in before he pulled back with a grin on his face, “I love it” He pecked you again, and then turned back to his task. 

“Are we having a picnic?” He nodded, sending you a suggestive wink, letting you know that he was thinking about your first date as well, “You mind finishing this up? I wanna shower too so we can leave” You hummed and took the basket from his hands, shooing him away and telling him where you’d put the dirty laundry bag, and he left after grabbing a handful of your bottom and giving it a squeeze. 

Dean’s shower was even shorter than yours, and once he was done, you grabbed the basket and made your way outside. You sat near the river you’d passed by earlier, eating and making fun of each other, until Dean thought it would be funnier to start chasing you around, and even though you’d never admit it to him, you did have enjoy trying to outrun him.

You headed back when it started to get dark, and the soft breeze turned into a light wind; Dean complying into giving you a piggy ride after you’d complained about how tired you were, which might not have been entirely true, but you could tell from the smirk on his face when you’d battled your eyelashes at him, that he already knew that. 

Reaching the cabin, you went to set the basket in the kitchen and store the food you hadn’t eaten in the fridge, while Dean connected his laptop, which he’d brought along, to the small TV in the living room and popped in The Fast and The Furious. You’d agreed to watch the movie, knowing that it was his favourite and you knew it had to do with the amazing cars that it featured. 

However, not even ten minutes had passed, that none of you were paying attention to what was happening on the screen. You were straddling one of his thighs; your arms around his neck as you threaded your fingers through his silky locks, while he had one hand on your lower back, pressing your body flush to his, and the other one squeezing your upper thigh. 

You detached your lips from his, trailing kisses along his strong jawline and down to his neck, enjoying his laboured breathing and silent gasps, “Dean?” He hummed to inform you to keep talking, and you brought your lips to the shell of his ear before finishing your sentence, “I want you to make love to me!" 

Lightly tugging on his earlobe with your teeth, you noticed the shudder that travelled down his spine and then your request seemed to register in his fogged brain, "You want to-uh…now?!” You leant back a little, just enough for your eyes to find each other and bit down on your bottom lip, nodding as you felt your cheeks blossoming red. 

He seemed hesitant, but before you could tell him to forget you ever asked, he spoke up, “You sure about it? Cause I want to, baby, trust me, I do but- you know that I love you, right? And I can wait for as long as you need. I don’t want us to rush things, especially not this…" 

You thought about it for a while, but you were sure about your decision, and if Dean was on board with it, you were ready to go all the way with him, "I’m sure” A face-splitting grin appeared on his lips, before he kissed you and manouvered you on the couch beside him to stand up. 

One of your eyebrows rose in a silent question as he mumbled stuff under his breath, and then turned to you, “Okay, wait here for a second, I’ll be right back!” You barely had time to nod before he disappeared into the bedroom, only to come rushing back and almost slip since he was wearing nothing else but his gray, cotton socks. 

Again, you lifted your eyebrow in question, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “Uh…I kinda thought you wouldn’t listen and follow me to check what I-nevermind, give me a sec” You could do nothing else but chuckle and flop down on the couch, smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes and covered them with your forearm. 

Some minutes later, Dean walked back to you and stood next to the couch, basking in your beauty, given that you wouldn’t scold him; before gently taking your hand in his and removing it from your face, “Hey!” Your smile stretched as your eyes locked on his shining green ones, “Hey, you done?" 

He intertwined his fingers with yours and helped you up to your feet, "Yep! You still sure you wanna do it tonight?” You squeezed his hand and nodded; similar smiles spreading on both your faces after your confirmation. You walked with him to the bedroom, and stopped in the doorway to take in what he’d done. 

There were candles casting a soft glow around the room; they weren’t fancy or scented, they were the emergency ones he kept just in case the lights went out, still you couldn’t help but smile at his considerate thought. You could hear the faint notes of one of your favorite songs in the background, and he’d even sprayed some air freshener. 

You turned to look at him, and his cheeks reddened slightly; his hand raising to scratch at the back of his neck nervously, “I-uh…I tried to make it as romantic as I could. I just-I don’t know, I wanted your first time to be special but I kin-” You shook your head and leant on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his and cutting him off. 

“It’s perfect, Dean!” His eyes sparkled with joy at your words, and you felt warmth pooling in your cheeks at the intensity of his gaze. Walking backwards, you tugged him with you, holding eye contact as you made your way over to the bed. You lay down, taking a hold of the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him on top of you.

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"Help me practice" Masterlist

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Help me practice series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT 

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21