#sloppy bottom dean

[hurricanejane]

Saw that post about bottom sam and almost derailed with all of my bottom dean feelings but bottom sam is so valid and deserves his own post.

But here is my fresh post presenting bottom dean because. Have you considered bottom dean.

[livesareentertainment]

HOSPITAL DOODLES. from foreverrr ago. note: i lacked references and fancy schmancy supplies ( sob i had to fight for the right to a permanent marker ) so - oof - some of it's wonky. --i give my crazy ass a pass ok

[pinkgic]

tw: smut (mdni), drinking, casual car sex.

dean was never “relationship material.” blame it on his “hunter life” or his “mommy-daddy-and-family-in-general” issues. he couldn’t hold down a committed relationship for more than two months—and that would’ve been a new record.

so, instead, he’d stick to flirting with women in bars, making them feel really good, and then forgetting about them. love ‘em and leave ‘em!

this was one of those nights, after a long, brutal case, where he just needed to blow off some steam. and there you were, laughing with your friends, celebrating your birthday, looking sweet and carefree in your sparkly outfit, with that goofy birthday hat that made you look fucking cute. twenty-one.

he watched you downing shots like a pro. he wasn’t stalking you, of course—don’t get it twisted. he was just waiting for the right moment to make his move.

when your hips swayed their way to the bar where he was taking his whiskey, feeling bold (though it wasn’t like dean winchester needed alcohol to feel bold), you leaned against the bar with a big, bright smile. he knew that was his winner moment.

“happy birthday, sweetheart,” he smirked, nodding at your birthday hat as you gave him a puzzled look like, how does this guy know it’s my birthday?

you laughed, pulling the hat off awkwardly. “oh, right. thanks.”

“enjoying yourself?” he sipped his whiskey, watching you nod.

“yeah, i didn’t want anything too big...” you shrugged, a tipsy habit of yours—oversharing with strangers. “my boyfriend ditched me for someone else two days ago, awesome, right?”

what kind of idiot would leave someone like you? he needed to show you what a real man felt like—at least for tonight.

and that’s how he ended up with you in his lap, your ass jiggling with every spank he gave it, while his other hand gripped your hip to help you bounce on his cock. “there you go, pretty girl.”

baby’s windows were fogged up, streaked with the marks of your fingers as you struggled to match the rhythm of his hips thrusting up into you, the impala vibrating with the heavy metal blasting from the speakers mixing with your moans and dean's deep grunts.

this was easily the best birthday present you got this year. a welcome change from your lame ex, who didn’t even know what a clit was, and this man knew what he was doing, flicking your clit with his thumb, making your legs tremble just the right way.

a loud moan slipped from your lips as your back arched, your nails digging into his shoulders while he slammed the head of his cock against your g-spot. a smirk appearing.

“just like that, fuck,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, your hips moving faster. your hand slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“mm, baby, ridin’ me like a fuckin’ cowgirl, huh?” he muttered against your lips, tugging lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth. “bet you’ve never had dick this good, all to yourself.”

[nuemanfilms]

innocent, taken by a cowboy — Sam Winchester

Content pwp, corruption kink, innocence, purity rings, soft dom!sam, cowboy!au, virgin!reader, praise, mentions of Sheriff!Dean, piv, unprotected, mentions of oral (f!recieving)

- Summary save a horse ride a cowboy

Sam winchester groaned above you as he felt you buck your hips up to meet his hips. His cock demanding entry into your tight heat. He was holding back though. Afraid he might break you.

You wore white. Your bra, your panties, white. White, a sign of purity. And you were letting the man take it away from you. He would then delicately slide the ring off your finger with your consent.

He was hesitant, after all, he could’ve gotten killed for this. Even though his brother was the sheriff, he wouldn’t be able to save him from this. If your father knew.. knew what Sam was about to do to you, he’d never seen sunrise again.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Sweetheart?” His expression was a mix of hunger and restraint as he looked down at you, wanting to make sure you were absolutely sure.

You nodded, but that wasn’t what Sam wanted, he wanted words.

“Yes, I’m sure, Sam. Please.” You said, you were admiring the man infront of you, the man you met only a few days ago. The man you shared your first kiss with.

Sam could feel the sweet plea fall from your lips against his neck. The desperate need in your voice for him, and he knew he couldn’t keep you waiting any longer.

His touch on your thighs was tender, he rubbed his tip up and down your slick entrance. Finally pushing past your entry.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. To soothe your worry and ease you into the mood. He was big, there was no doubt. You were sure you could feel him in your tummy when he bottomed out.

But that felt so good only a few moments later.

The kiss was soft, yet quickly grew more passionate. Your lips were sloppy against his, but he didn’t mind it one bit. Not when your plush lips were against his own.

The desire built inside him, and when he pulled away to lean his forehead against your own.. you finally nodded. Granting him consent.

“You can move.”

He rocked his hips slowly, carefully. He was afraid he’d hurt you, but your small whimpers encouraged him to give you what you craved hours ago.

“You’re so perfect, Darlin’..” He groaned, you nodded into his neck. Your nails grazing his back.

His hands gripped your hips, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to let you know who was taking care of you.

This wasn’t sex. This was love. He was making love to you. And it felt like the best thing in the world.

“Faster, Sammy..” and he gladly obliged. Moving his hips in a steady rhythm as his cock prodded at your sweet spot. Your moans were like a melody, a song to his ears. He could sense you were getting close.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with your almost sinful moans. He was happy to know he was providing you this pleasure.

He gently thumbed at your clit, you moaned louder. A cry of pleasure escaping your mouth.

“‘M gonna cum, Sam. Please, make me yours..” You gave him a plea for him to come inside of you, to claim you for his own. And he was happy to accept.

“Cum for me, Sweet girl.. you’re perfect, perfect for me.” And that you did. Crying out in ecstasy as your bodies conjoined into one last embrace.

It was pure pleasure.

[willowsages-blog]

the charming man: Dean Winchester x female reader

Warnings: demon Dean x innocent female reader

“It’s not going to fit.” You say warily.

“We both know that’s not true.”

Dean's sitting in front of you, hand lazily moving up and down. You raise an eyebrow.

“Are you forgetting you took my virginity like only a week ago?”

He smirks at that, hand movements speeding up slightly.

Dean has spent the past week fucking you, spending all his free time trying to get you in bed with him. He seemed to be insatiable, having had a taste of you and not wanting to let go.

You were brushing your teeth one evening when he comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

You smile around your toothbrush, always welcoming the presence of your boyfriend. You had just figured this was his typical clinginess, wanting to be beside you every minute he can until you fully take him in through the mirror, noticing his appearance was different.

His hair was tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it for the past couple of minutes, and he was already planting sloppy kisses along your neck, trailing from your collarbone upwards.

He’s suddenly murmuring into your ear, “Wanna see you on top of me, angel.”

Everything you two had done for the most part has been pretty standard, missionary every night and alternating sloppy head in the morning.

You hadn’t ventured too far into the sex world, and now that he was bringing new positions up, nerves were starting to ignite in your stomach.

“ I, I don’t know how.” You admit, knowing that that was already obvious to him. However, you were still caught up in wanting to impress him and make every new experience for you even better for his years of experience.

“Don’t care, I’ll show you.” He mumbles, still focused on marking up your neck, moving on to another side when he gets bored of the other.

Which is how you found yourself standing in front of him, you still in bra and underwear as he’s completely naked.

He’s stroking himself, watching you like you're his own personal playboy, and you can’t help but clench your thighs at the imagery.

“C’mere.” Dean grabs your waist, pulling you, so you’re directly on top of his upper thighs. You squirm slightly, and Dean can feel you dripping onto his leg.

“Why don’t you want to?” He’s not teasing you, just simply wanting to understand your boundaries and ease any nerves.

“Are you forgetting the part about you being too big?” You roll your eyes.

While he had been able to bottom out since the first time, it still was a stretch, and he had to prepare you every time, fingering and eating you out before he could finally chase his own relief.

You were unsure how you were going to be able to focus and be in control like how he clearly expected; you were so used to him guiding you through everything.

You trusted Dean, knowing that he would never settle for anything less than the best for you.

And you know this was all still part of a deep-rooted insecurity of him having more experience than you, but he leans up to kiss you deeply,

and you’re moving on his thighs again, dragging wetness across his tattoo. He groans lowly in his throat, looking down at the small wet spot on his leg before looking back up at you.

“Want you to fuck me. Please - angel.” There’s something so pretty about the way begging sounds coming from him that you nod, knowing that he could drag you to hell and back if he asked nicely enough.

You lean in to kiss Dean, feeling brave, and slowly slip your mouth open, tongue brushing against his. You position yourself, so you’re sitting on top of him as he trails his kisses down your neck and chest, leaving dark marks along the way.

“ I know you’re wet for me, want it just as much as I do.” He murmurs after a particularly harsh suck on your collarbone, dragging a finger under your clothed center to prove his point.

You buck your hips slightly, missing the way he drags his finger, so it just barely brushes your clit, and Dean gets the message, pushing one finger in between your slit.

You’re used to this, familiar with the way he fingers you and stretches you out so you can take all of him.

He adds another and then another, watching at the way your body takes three of his thick fingers.

In his defense, he is patient. He curls his fingers inside of you, repeatedly moving as you continue to leak more and more for him. You moan slightly, chest arching into him.

You keep moaning, louder and louder, until your cumming all over his hand, only the first orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty for me, angel.” Your face heats up slightly, hiding in his shoulder while he sucks your arousal off his fingers shamelessly.

You’re still not used to his excessive praising even if your body reacts differently. Still,

it does light a fire in you, wanting to keep hearing the sweet compliments come out of his mouth.

He's helping you get undressed, unclasping your bra and tearing your underwear off until you push him back,

making sure he’s flat against the bed and rising so your pussy is directly above him.

Dean watches intently, eyes never leaving the way you slowly sink down on him.

He lets you get adjusted, getting used to the fact you can feel every throbbing inch of him. You both let out a soft moan,

his head falling back when you slowly rise back up.

You get to the point where only his tip is still inside you before dropping back down again, slowly grinding up and down his dick.

It’s not breakneck, nothing too incredible, you still trying to get used to the pace and too wrapped up in your own head on what’ll make him feel good.

, Dean, however, is in his own world. On Cloud 9, as he watches you drag yourself up and down, up and down.

His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected,

trying to commit every single moment to memory, so he never forgets this.

“Look so fucking good like this.” He growls, placing a hand on your ass, not doing anything but to ground himself in this euphoria he seems to have found himself in.

He leans up to suck on your nipple, harshly sucking on your tit while playing with the other.

You whine loudly, rhythm faltering as his tip grazes against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Dean. So big.” The only thing that comes to mind, is because he is. Even underneath you,

you feel overwhelmed by just him: by his body, by his dick, by the twisted look of pleasure on his face,

by the low grunts that keep spilling out whenever you twist your hips a certain way. It’s overwhelming, and his presence seems larger than life when he’s stretched out like this underneath you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, noticing how your pace is slowly starting to falter as you get tired, and starts thrusting up into you, planting his feet so he can reach even further and deeper than before.

Your moans pick back up, watching as his face is set in concentration.

It’s funny how you had set out on making this night about him, and yet he’s grinding his hips into yours, set on making you cum before him.

He smiles smugly up at you, watching as your eyes roll back when he thrusts deep inside.

“Shit, Dean. I thought I was supposed to be - fuck” You whine out the last part loudly, him moving his hand down to rub your clit. “ S'posed to be fucking you.”

He doesn’t say anything, choosing to watch your body tremble slightly above his. Between your tits in his mouth, him rubbing your clit, and the incessant rolling of his hips, your orgasm is fast approaching.

Your nipple pops from his mouth, nipples wet and shiny from his spit as he looks up at you with his pupils blown.

“Wanna see you cum all over my dick instead.” And if his actions before didn't do it, how fucking wrecked his voice sounds causes you to squirt harder than you ever have before,

your orgasm lighting every part of your body alive as your body trembles on top of him. You moan loudly, collapsing on top of him as ragged breaths come out of you, trying to catch your breath.

Dean keeps thrusting underneath you, too close to his own release to want to stop and feel the way you squeeze tightly around him, your own high forcing his body into overdrive. He’s snapping his hips relentlessly, and it’s almost too much for your body to handle, pubic bone brushing your clit into overstimulation.

You whine out, not knowing whether it’s for him to stop or keep going. But one look at the fucked out, determined look on his face gives you your answer for you.

“Baby,” you purr. “Cum.” It’s a simple demand, but it’s enough to get Dean to falter, Cumming deep inside you as he grinds through his orgasm. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, you are getting used to the familiar feeling of him pulsing inside you.

He leans back onto the pillow, you falling on top of him. Both your chests rising and falling in tandem, as you listen to his erratic heartbeat try to find a steady rhythm.

“Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot you are?”

“Once or twice, yeah.” You mumble, sleepiness falling over you.

“You’re fucking incredible. That- that - was fucking incredible.” You start to grow shy under his constant praise and are quick to point out his work as well.

“Even if you did half the work?”

“Next time, you can be in charge,” Dean promises.

You smile wickedly, not even trying to hide the mischief in your eyes.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Prettiest One

Summary: Dean's leg is broken and they've given him lots of morphine for the pain. What secrets will he reveal to Y/N?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Bit of Dean crack. Silly, drugged up Dean. Soft!Dean. Adorable!Dean. Lots of fluff. And a kiss.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,339

A/N: So, I saw this post and was reminded just how much I love this scene. Dean saying, "Hey look! Monster broke my leg." Is one my favourite Dean lines - it's just so ridiculously adorable.

So, it got me thinking what would have happened if the woman Dean was crushing on, came in when he was vulnerable and not all there. Thus this idea was born. Wrote this fast, sorry for any mistakes. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

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Y/N hurried through the long hospital corridors, ignoring the antiseptic smells and the incessant beeps and soft conversations happening around her. She just wanted to see Dean and make sure that he was alright. Sam had texted her to say Dean was injured on a hunt, but that he was recovering. 

Y/N texted back that she was on her way. Sam called her then, to reassure her that everything was fine; it was just a broken leg, and she didn't have to make the three hour drive to the Chicago hospital Dean was in. 

But Y/N had ignored that advice, determined to be of some help to the boys if they needed her. If Dean was gonna be out of commission for a couple months, Sam might need an interim partner.

That's what she told herself and what she planned to tell the boys. But the truth was, she just needed to verify, with her own eyes, that Dean was okay. He's my friend - I just care about my friends. She thought defensively, ignoring the little voice that was insisting that it was much more than friendly concern she felt for Dean Winchester.

She rounded the corner of his unit and approached the nurses station. The harried nurse behind the desk looked up at her and Y/N smiled. 

"Ace Frehley?" She asked, using the alias Sam told her Dean was going by for this hospital stay.

The nurse pointed down the hall. "615." She said before picking up a ringing telephone. 

Y/N walked down to the room and knocked quietly on the partially open door, not wanting to disturb Dean if he was sleeping, but just as she was pushing the door open she heard Dean loudly proclaiming his opinion on…Batman?

"Nnnn no no no, Sammy I'm telling you that’s wrong. Cause…cause, how? Ya know, how does Joker even stand a chance against Batman? Like, he's just a guy with, like…a face! Ya know?"

"Sure, Dean." Sam said, clearly placating his brother.  

But Dean wasn't listening anyway. "But Batman has the…the bats, and bat…things! The…you know…" He mimed something that looked like he was throwing an object. "You know?" He asked Sam again.

"Uh huh." Sam said clearly exasperated and mostly ignoring his brother’s ramblings..

"Hey!" Y/N said gently and Sam turned in his chair. 

He stood up and gave her a hug. "Y/N! Hey! I told you you didn't have to come."

Before Y/N could respond Dean caught her eye and winked at her. 

"Hey, Dean! How are you feeling?"

He looked down at his leg covered in a cast from the middle of his thick thigh to the bottom of his foot. 

"Monster broke my leg." He said solemnly. "But they gave me lots of morphine."

"Did they?” Y/N glanced back at Sam as she approached the head of Dean's bed. “How much morphine?"

"Lots." Sam mouthed back.

Y/N stifled a smile as she sat in a chair beside the bed and Dean's face lit up. 

"You look like the prettiest one." He said, with a sloppy smile. 

Y/N smiled quizzically. "The prettiest one of?"

"The hunters." He nodded, and then raised his finger to his lips. "Not supposed to talk about it."

"Hunting?" She asked.

Dean shook his head firmly. "No, the prettiest one."

Y/N looked back at Sam for an explanation, but he just shrugged. "Sorry, I'm not very fluent in Stoned Dean."

Dean grabbed Y/N's wrist and shook it to get her attention back on him. "No, but she looks just like you. The same eyes, and flowy hair, and the mouth I like." He sighed deeply. "I just wanna kiss her." 

He flopped back onto his pillows like a lovesick schoolgirl and Y/N could feel herself blushing. 

"Ah…Dean?" Sam started to warn him, but Dean looked back at Y/N and grabbed her hand again.

"You look like her, will you give her a message?"

"Um…" 

"Her name is Y/N. Tell her she's the prettiest one. And I want to kiss her." He snapped his fingers. "Ooh, and tell her I'm a good kisser. Look!"

Before Y/N could blink Dean yanked her forward across his chest and planted his lips on hers. Sam jumped forward and pulled Y/N out of his brother's grip, but not before Dean proved that, stoned or not, he really was (as she'd always suspected) a very good kisser.

"Jesus, Dean." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "Would you sober up? This is Y/N you idiot! She's just here to see how you're doing. Could you stop groping her?"

Y/N bit into her lip as some semblance of realization seemed to dawn on Dean's face. "Oh shit! You ARE the prettiest one! You're here! Can you say sorry!! For the other kissing. I only wanna kiss you."

Y/N stifled a laugh behind her hand as Sam slapped a hand across his face, "Oh, for fucks sake.." he mumbled. 

But Dean's face was so sweetly concerned, he looked like a little boy who was worried he was in trouble.

She sat beside him on the bed, facing him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly and briefly. "Don't worry, Dean. The pretty one is very flattered and just fine with the kisses." She leaned a bit closer. "The pretty one would actually really like to continue the kisses when you're…feeling better."

Dean shook his head. "No, not the pretty one. The PRETTIEST one." He clarified.

Y/N nodded with a blush. Dean waved her forward conspiratorially. She came close and he whispered in her ear.

"I think maybe it's you." His voice was soft, but low and in spite of his loopiness Y/N felt her stomach tighten in response.

She pulled back and his face was so beautiful and adorable at the same time that she couldn't help booping his freckled nose.

"Actually, I think the prettiest one might be you."

Sam cleared his throat and grabbed up his jacket from the back of his chair. "And I'm gone." He said, grinning. "Call me when he's normal again. I'm definitely gonna wanna bust his balls over this one."

Y/N nodded, smiling wide. "Will do." 

She spent the next hour or so having nonsensical conversations about Batman, Thunder Cats, The Golden Girls and Dr. Sexy, M.D.

Finally Dean dozed off in the middle of a sentence and Y/N smiled tenderly and gently covered him with his blanket. She stretched out alongside him in the bed, and was soon dozing too. 

She woke up a while later to a groan from Dean. She sat up quickly to see what was wrong. He was rubbing his eyes and then dragged his hand down over his mouth before giving her a slightly suspicious look. 

"Did I…" He closed his eyes. "Did I kiss you and call you pretty?"

Y/N grinned. "Actually, you said I was the prettiest one."

Dean closed his eyes and nodded. "Dear God.” He said under his breath. “Sorry! They gave me a lot of morphine. Is there any chance you could forget that?"

When she didn't answer immediately, he cracked open one eye to see her biting her lip.

"Do you really want me to forget? Was it just morphine-induced insanity? Or…?"

She let the question hang there and Dean took a long time before he breathed out deeply and answered. 

"Fuck it. No, it wasn't morphine induced. I mean, it was, obviously. I don't remember everything I said, but I promise you that's not the way I wanted to tell you that you're beautiful, and that I can't get you out of my head. But…

He slipped his hand into her hair to grip the back of her head and pull her close. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her lips, "and I can't get you out of my head."

Y/N shrugged. "Then don't try."

Dean smiled into the kiss. "Whatever you say, Prettiest One."

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[girls-alias]

Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester

Title: Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester Words: 2,959 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Christmas chapter.

I walked with my friend in the mall. We were doing last-minute shopping for Christmas when we stumbled upon the mall fountain. She chuckled bringing my attention to it. It had been decorated for Christmas with a big sign explaining that throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish would come true on Christmas day. She's superstitious so she pulled two coins from her pocket, a wide smile on her face. I accepted one of the coins reluctantly with a sad smile. I know exactly what I'm going to wish for, it's the same thing I always wish for.

I held the coin tightly, putting my heart and soul into the wish. Mentally begging it to come true. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wish Dean would find me," I thought to myself before throwing the coin and watching as it sunk to the bottom of the fountain floor. I sighed knowing that this wish was no different from all the other times I had wished. Just like always I knew I was going to be let down. Dean Winchester was the one who got away.

It was a classic case of the right person but the wrong time. Dean and I had been hunting together when Sam was in college, we were somewhat young and irresponsible but we were a team. After 2 years we finally started dating, it was perfect, it was natural and amazing. We only experienced it for a month before his dad disappeared and Dean had to ask Sam for help. We tried long distance for a little while but with both of us constantly hunting and Dean's new mission of finding the yellow-eyed demon, we didn't work out.

We agreed mutually that it was a bad time and it only hurt more knowing we were separate. We both cried, we told stories and all I needed was his arms around me, reassuring me but unfortunately, we had to do it over the phone as we were on opposite sides of the country.

I know I should forget about him and should have fully moved on in the 11 years since I've seen him but no man ever compares to him. He's ruined my views on relationships because I haven't had a single boyfriend as good as Dean. There was a time I stayed adamant to keep my phone number so he could always reach me but when I was fighting a small gang of vampires, my phone and SIM card were destroyed. It ruined me but it had been years since I had heard from him and so I should have let it go by that point.

My best friend woke up early to wave me off as I left. She doesn't know that I hunt monsters, she thinks I'm a pilot so it explains why I'm gone for weeks and sometimes months. It also gives me an excuse to not have a fixed address as I explained I would rather stay in hotels so that I don't have to pay for electricity in a house I won't be in. She's not the smartest person I know so it makes it a little easier lying to her. She'll believe anything.

My friend tried insisting that I stay for Christmas but monsters don't rest, I don't have time. It was the day before Christmas Eve when I left, much to her dismay. We'd already exchanged gifts and she's amazing. She knows I never buy new clothes so any holiday for exchanging gifts she gets me a new wardrobe. It comes in handy as I often get clothes ruined when I'm hunting but sometimes she gets me things I wouldn't be able to fight in.

I stopped in a motel in East Iowa, I had seen suspicious activity on the news which made me think it was a possible shapeshifter. They're a pain in the ass but someone's got to do it. I tried checking in, and getting a room for the night but they explained they were booked full for the next couple of days. Not ideal but I'll just have to live in my car for a little while.

The hunt was tedious, but it was quick as the shifter was sloppy and I killed the shifter in the early hours of Christmas morning. After living in my car, it soon became apparent I had an issue with my car. I had stopped in a diner car park, opening the bonnet to take a look. I soon came to the realisation I either had a leak in the coolant tank or a clogged heater core and so needed replacements. I asked in the diner if there were any mechanics open or somewhere I could get car parts on Christmas day. I was given the address and directions to a salvage yard that never seemed to close.

*********

I pulled up to the salvage yard, finding it was a house on the property. I stopped the car, assessing the house as I wondered if I should leave since they were probably celebrating Christmas and didn't want to disturb the owner. I sighed knowing I couldn't keep sleeping in my cold car. I climbed out of the car and approached the front door. I knocked lightly and checked the time on my watch making sure it wasn't too early to be knocking. The door opened to an older gentleman looking at me a little confused, I smiled politely.

"Hi, I just need some car parts. If it's not a good time, I can just go," I explained but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, you need a hand?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I'll be okay, I'm just having an issue with either my coolant tank or I have a clogged heating core so I'll just look for replacements," I explained but he nodded with a smile.

"I'll help, it might be easier finding it together," He explained, stepping inside to grab a jacket.

"Oh, you don't have to. I realise it's Christmas and you're probably celebrating with family," I explained but he chuckled.

"Nah, my two boys are out of state, we're not big on Christmas," He explained making me a little sad he was alone and I smiled sadly as I nodded.

"I totally get it, I don't have family so Christmas is just another day to me," I explained as he stepped out, leading me to the scrap cars.

“So you’re doing nothing today?” He asked as he popped the hood of a close by car. I chuckled as I did the same with another car.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the road again.” I shrugged. Happily getting my hands dirty as I checked the car.

“Well, why don’t you stay here? We may be strangers but I’ll cook you a warm meal.” He explained and I was touched by his sentiment.

“Maybe I will. I’m Y/N,” I explained, holding my hand out for him to shake. We didn’t care about the oil on our hands and shook them with a smile.

“Bobby,” he explained.

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Bobby and I had found the parts. He helped me install the parts and after letting the car run a while it was perfect. I tried paying Bobby but he refused. His argument was that I was making his Christmas more bearable.

We went inside, Bobby was wondering what to make for Christmas dinner as he hadn't prepared anything special. I walked into his lounge following him as he explained he would have a microwave meal.

"I don't mind having a microwave meal with you, I quite like them and I can always-" I stopped as I looked to the ceiling surprised. Bobby seemed to notice my silence as he turned around to look at me confused before following my line of sight. He seemed stunned silent as if he couldn't think of a lie. "You're a hunter too?" I asked, pointing to the devil trap painted onto the ceiling. He smiled happily.

"Thank God, I had no excuse ready." He chuckled, relaxing as he took a seat at his desk.

"Wait, You're a hunter and your name is Bobby. You don't know Dean Winchester, do you?" I asked it's a long shot but -

"Yeah, I practically raised him. Sam too. They're my boys I mentioned earlier." He explained a little confused before his eyes widened. "Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked. I was shocked he knew of me. Either Dean has talked about me in the past and he had a great memory or he's heard of me from someone else. Weird coincidence though. I nodded softly. His lips curled into a wide grin. "I've been looking for you for years!" He exclaimed excitedly shocking me as he jumped up to grab his phone.

"Looking for me why?" I asked, worry filling me as I wondered if this whole thing might be a trap.

"Sam asked me to track you down so you and Dean can meet again, he's never shut up about you. He thought you died," He explained as he started dialling the phone before freezing. "Do you want to see him?" He asked. I grinned at the news. Dean never stopped talking about me, he was looking for me. Oh my God. This can't be real. What are the odds?

"Yeah, I always wondered what happened to him," I replied playing it cool but inside I was doing cartwheels, dancing, hell, I was even doing back flips. Am I really going to see Dean again after all these years?

Bobby called Sam and explained that he found me and to bring Dean, we would get some food for making Christmas dinner. He excitedly explained he wanted to make it a real Christmas. Sam said it would be a few hours before they could get here, around 7PM but was more than happy to make the trip.

Bobby put me in charge of decorating as I helped him get everything from the attack and he was quick to leave to see what food he could get. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I remembered the Christmas wish I had made in the fountain, never believing it would actually come true. But here I am, decorating a stranger's house, food soon coming, Dean, the love of my life on his way. I worried about how he might react to seeing me. I worried I wouldn't be the same or maybe he wouldn't but I always knew he was the right person, wrong time but now might be the right time.

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Bobby was back after a few hours. Nowhere was open but picked up a menu from a restaurant that was open and happy to deliver. He helped me finish putting up the decorations before he shooed me off to dress nicer. I laughed as I went back to my car, deciding to move it to the back of the house so he wouldn't see it. He hasn't seen this car but I don't want him suspicious someone else is here. It might ruin the surprise. I changed into a nice dress my best friend had got me and mentally thanked her for getting it for me. I figured it would be good somewhere along the way if I had to work undercover but those kinds of jobs hardly ever come up.

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Bobby was more excited than me. He had given me a glass of whiskey for liquid luck but he soon tipped the bottom of my glass as I was taking a drink, the car was pulling in and he wanted me out of sight but for me to have finished my drink. He grabbed the glass from me and guided me to the dining room before closing the double doors with a wide smile.

I listened as Bobby greeted them at the door, my stomach doing flips as I heard Dean's voice. I took a deep breath, stabilising myself as I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey, Bobby. Merry Christmas," Dean commented as he entered the room behind the double doors. I waited anxiously as I knew only the wooden doors were the only things separating us.

"Merry Christmas boys," I heard Bobby add with some shuffling sounds as if they were exchanging hugs. "I've got you some gifts under the tree but Dean, yours is in the dining room," Bobby explained.

"Thanks, Bobby. You didn't have to," Another voice explained happily and I knew it must be Sam. "We've got you a small bag of presents in the car," He added making Bobby chuckle.

"Thank you, I think Dean should get his first and then we can have a drink," Bobby explained, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"We'll drink first," Dean seemed to shrug.

"Drinks after," Bobby insisted. There seemed to be a little silence before I heard footsteps approach the door. I took a deep breath, instantly worried and unsure how to stand. I decided to clasp my hands together and let them fall in front of me. The doors opened.

Standing in all his glory was Dean Winchester. The love of my life, the man I pined over for 11 years. He looked confused but as his eyes found mine he broke into a wide smile. He hurried to me. Engulfing me in a tight hug as he rocked us side to side slightly. I giggled as I hugged him back. My arms wrapped over his shoulders as he squeezed me tightly. I forgot how tall he actually was until he straightened up and lifted me off the floor for a second.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his smiling cheeks noticeable against my skin. He pulled away, his hands still on me as he didn't want to be far. "What are you doing here? You're alive, I can't believe you're alive. How did this happen?" He asked excitedly. I chuckled as I admired him. He hasn't changed for the worst, he's even more handsome than I remember, he's more rugged and definitely still the epitome of my type.

"I had car troubles, it was a complete coincidence," I explained as his smile never faded. He pulled me back into a hug making me chuckle. I hugged him back, squealing as he lifted me from the ground again and kept me up. He's still strong. God, if only he knew what he was doing to me. I noticed Bobby and a tall guy smiling as they watched us. "Hi, Sam. It's nice to meet you," I chuckled as Dean's grip didn't waver. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you too," He added. Dean spun around so I was facing the other way. I heard the doors closing as he took one hand from around me to close the doors. I chuckled a little nervous as to why he wanted to be alone with me but it also made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He held me up with one arm, he didn't struggle and didn't seem to even consider putting me down.

Once the doors were closed, he put me down. His hands cupped my face as he admired my eyes. "I've been waiting for you," He explained, my insides turning to mush. I smiled.

"Me too," I added, he grinned at my words.

"Good," He swooped down, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I swooned as his lips graced mine. The kiss I had dreamed of for years. The kiss I had imagined so many times. The kiss no other compared to. He smiled against my lips as my hands move to the back of his neck to hold him close to me. One of his hands moved to my hip, pulling my body against his. I pulled away slowly when I heard Bobby and Sam snickering to themselves probably talking about us. Dean seemed reluctant to pull away.

"We can't just ignore them," I explained but he looked disappointed. I chuckled as I shook my head. "It's Christmas," I added so he playfully rolled his eyes but his smile never left his lips. He pulled me back into a sweet kiss before pulling away again.

"Be my girlfriend again and I'll stop ignoring them," He hinted, his smile turning to a smirk. I blushed at his words knowing I had never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded a little too excitedly. He chuckled as he connected our lips, celebrating the rekindling of our relationship after 11 years. I should have made the wish in the fountain years ago.

*****

It was the best Christmas I ever had. We ordered Chinese food they opened presents, we exchanged hunting stories and acted like a real family. As the night was winding down, Sam took one of the spare rooms while Dean and I took the other. I worried he would want to make up for all the nights we had missed but as soon as we were in the room alone his arms never let go of me. We cuddled all night and it was the best sleep I remember ever having.

We stayed at Bobby's a few days before Sam and Dean had to go back on the road. Dean rode in my car, kissing me when I stopped but holding my thigh the whole time I was driving. He still looks at me the same way he used to, the love in his eyes only seemed to grow as we spent more time together. He had only changed for the better but he was still the same and loving man I had fallen for. He's still perfect for me.

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[weirdbrosinc]

wincest smut <3 ficlet, didn't bother doing a word count

bottom dean, top sam, degrading & ownership kink

they're inseparable. they have been since the moment they first touched, first got the taste of the forbidden fruit that was each other. they could barely even process how they were feeling with the intensity of it all. sam's large frame practically looms over dean's smaller one, they're both covered in each other's sweat and there's spit splattered all over their mouths and chins, sloppy with fervor and urgency. they need each other. it's all they know. it's never sam or dean, it's sam and dean, together, bonded by so much more than their family line.

dean's panting underneath his brother, biceps flexing under the much too big hoodie of sam's that he wore as he strains to control himself. sam's just too fucking hot like this, he's got his hand around both of their cocks and pumping his hand up and down fast but in a rhythmic way. dean could just get lost in it looking at him.

sam feels pretty much the same about his brother, although he wishes he had've been able to slip off the hoodie to take in the entirety of dean's skin. he's not complaining about what he ended up with, though, either. dean looks so small in the bulkiness of the hoodie, and something about that just makes him want him more. the fact that he can reduce his brother to this sends a hot thrill up through him, and he finds himself tightening his grip on their cocks. he earns himself a gorgeous little whimper from dean, and he grins to himself as he sees his brother's head throw back.

"god, you're so pathetic," he spits, and the shiver through dean's thighs doesn't go unnoticed. "letting your baby brother do this shit to you? kind of fucking whore are you?"

and oh, god, dean doesn't have any words. his hips and thighs are shaking desperately. he needs sam so bad it's like an instinct at this point, driven by the primal urge to fuck and be fucked, and he doesn't necessarily mind that sam's usually the one fucking him. this is just foreplay; pretty soon sam will be so deep inside his brother that it'll be impossible for either of them to feel anything but each other. each other's warmth, love, passion, unresolved anger, everything about each other belongs to one another. it just so happened to be the order of operations that sam was really fucking good at bossing his brother around. and of course, dean was completely compliant to it.

"y- yeah," he panted out, his hips desperately jerking up in time with the rhythm of sam's hand. "your whore, sammy. all yours, all fucking yours, holy shit-" he let out a breathy moan as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt sam's pace pick up because he knew. it was barely a few seconds before he could feel warm spurts ending up all over his thighs hips; his vision was white and searing hot like his whole soul was relishing the feeling.

it didn't last long. sam pulled away before he was fully finished, and then he could feel his brother's cock prodding at his hole. he'd prepared prior, since sam was usually too impatient to do it for him, but even still, he got the feeling sam was going to be particularly ruthless tonight.

he didn't even mind. sam could do whatever he wanted to him and he'd have no complaints. he loved his little brother, and he'd do anything to ensure that he was happy. so if fucking his brother was what made him happy, who was dean to say no?

[deangirlsstuff67]

Payback

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, face riding, throatfucking

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean ever since the boys save you from the werewolf, who happened to be your boyfriend at the time. Sam is like an older brother to you and well Dean is the best eye candy a girl can ask for. You'd never cross that line... would you?

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Sam stayed behind at Bobby's to do more research that he enjoyed and have some time off. It was a simple vampires nest, Dean and you could handle it.

What you weren't expecting was with Sam gone Dean amped up his flirting and teasing. Hand sitting too high on your thigh, leading you into a room by the small of your back, or the sexy winks he sends your way.

You're now back in your shared motel room. Dean was nice enough to let you shower first. You head was swimming in lust, you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom. Now you have to walk out in front of Dean in nothing but a towel and soaking wet.

Damn it.

Deep breath in to steady my nerves before opening the door. My eyes zero in on my bag, refusing to even look at Dean. God what he must think.

You barely hear the whispered 'fuck' that came from his direction. You turn to run back to the bathroom but stop dead in your tracks when you see him sitting up right and staring at you.

Your eyes are locked on his face as he scans your body up and down. Heat rises to your cheeks when those beautiful green eyes linger on your breasts.

Finding your voice finally, "Dean..."

It's barely above a whisper, but he hears you and drags his eyes up to your face. Licking his lips, he sends a soft smile your way, "you're fucking beautiful y/n."

Well fuck. What are you supposed to do with that. Biting your bottom lip, your thighs clench as a new wave of desire runs through your body.

Dean gets off the bed, making his way towards you. The close he steps the farther you back up. Within a couple steps your back hits the wall and he has you caged in between his strong arms.

"I'm trying sweetheart, but right now I want to lick every inch of you perfect, wet body."

Fuck. More slick runs down your thighs at his words. It's like a slip and slide down there.

Feeling brave, you let go of the tiny towel that barely covers your body. It slips down your frame, Dean's eyes following the path of new exposed skin. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss.

Fireworks explode behind your eyes, feeling his lips on yours. You take over and back him up until you're both falling onto his bed.

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Rough carpet burns into your knees where you kneel in front of the oldest Winchester. He's strong hands are tangled in your y/h/c hair as he drives his cock deeper into your tight throat.

Drool and tears smear your face as he takes his pleasure from your mouth. Looking down at you with desire swimming in his irises, "you're gorgeous with my cock in your mouth y/n."

His thrusts speed up, get sloppy before you feel his cock twitch in your throat. Then your mouth is flooded with salty cum as he releases into your mouth.

Breathing heavy, you wipe your mouth clean and stand up. Dean takes you into a needy kiss, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Before you know what is happening, he has you on your back, thighs around his shoulders as he is thrusting his wet tongue into your waiting heat.

Dean made you incredibly horny. You think a little payback is needed. He needs to be just as desperate and horny as you are.

Wiggling away from his naughty mouth, you stand up. Confusion paints Dean's face as he slowly rises from his knees. You don't allow him to talk before you shovel him back onto the bed. His head bounces softly off the mattress, you're crawling up his body.

Dean starts to see what's happening as you place your knees on either side of his waiting face.

Dean sends you a sexy smirk before you lower your pussy onto his warm, wet mouth. You don't know it yet, but this is about to be you new favorite ride.

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@syrma-sensei @yvonneeeee

[taydaq]

tell me ALL your nsfw roman headcanons i need to know pretty please

Oh man, HERE WE GO... (and most of these are with Dean/Mox in mind),

-"Big Dog"/Shield Roman cries during sex from feeling overwhelmed and over stimulated. *Roman got extra emotional during his last time with Dean before he left the company and even Dean almost stayed because of that. 😭 -Roman LOVES Dean's mouth, especially when he's spilling absolute filth and saying everything he wants to do to Roman in that rough and raspy voice.

And HIS HANDS... I like the idea that Roman gets off from a hand job or being fingered. And prefers when Dean keeps the hand wraps ON. LOL. -Roman likes his hair being pulled and yanked. -"Tribal Chief" Roman wants to be pampered and have every single need met. I'm not the biggest Roman/Sami shipper, but I feel like in this case... Sami would do anything to please his TC when he was in The Bloodline. 💦 -TC Roman will top from the bottom and make sure he's being pleased. Although, when he's with Mox, he'll talk big, but immediately turns into mush and let Mox have his way. -TC Roman also knows what Mox is capable of and wants to be destroyed by him and put in his place. 🥵 I just thought of Roman licking his own blood and then kissing Mox to mix with his (totally not sanitary, but hot) after a sweaty and messy sparring session. Which turns Mox RIGHT ON and leads to sloppy/rough sex. 💦 -Roman likes to dress up in his suits and tease Dean when they're out in public at an event. It excites him to know that suit will soon be ripped off of him. (TC Roman also knows Mox is watching during televised talk shows, etc. and purposely gives signs. He may even flirt with the interviewer because it will make Mox jealous and that he'll be railed afterwards). 🥴🥴

-As much as "Big Dog" Roman likes being man handled, he really enjoys passionate love making. He craves the feelings, the emotions, the LOVE. He's a softie and melts when Dean takes gentle care of him. *Roman needed all the love when he was constantly booed and hated, Dean made sure he'd forget all that during their nights together. 💘💘

-He likes to be called "baby, babydoll, or doll". But he gets flustered when his looks are talked about. He turns totally red when called 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous'. And Dean does that A LOT.

-He likes neck kisses and bites.

-He's loud during sex. (which Dean enjoys, he wants the world to know what he's doing to that man, haha).

-TC Roman DEFINITELY has a praise kink. That man needs to be worshipped.

*I'm gonna tag @imabillyami and @harmshake in case they need some... inspiration. 😘

[sunnysoulzz]

Hi!I was wondering if you could do more Dean Taylor smuts,Im so obsessed over him it's not even a joke anymore bro,and it's such a shame that there's not enough smuts of this scrumptious man.If you can,can you write a smut about him?I would really appreciate it,thank you!!!🙌🏻💋 (if I wrote any of this shit incorrectly, English is not my first language so excuse me 😭)

Ofc!! I’ve been wanting to write smth for a while but had no inspo + dean is so 😩 he NEEDS more smut

How abt some forest sex? :3

Contains: forest sex, smut, dean x reader, quickie, not in canon at all, also this is kinda short

The sun was beginning to set, and there was already problems in the house. Dean, your boyfriend had begun growing agitated and aggressive. You tried your best to call him down, telling him it’ll all work out and it’ll be ok. Eventually Paul got annoyed, telling Dean to go fuck off in the woods for a while to “check for any way they could escape” or something. Dean obeyed, mainly to get out of the house. You followed.

It didn’t take him long to forget about checking around the house and just go looking around the woods, you didn’t say much, just enjoying the night air and the dread of what would happened if Paul’s whole plan didn’t work out. You looked over to Dean, he lit a cigarette. He turned to face you before eyeing you up and down.

“You know..I really feel like I gotta blow off some stream” he mumbled, he tilted his head down, looking at you through his lashes. It was obvious what he was getting at, and how could you say no. You smiled, “I can help with that.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved to your waist as he moaned into the kiss. He pushed you up against a near by tree, moving down to kiss and suck at your neck.

His hands moved to the waistband of your pants. “Please- fuck- I’m so pissed off right now, can we fuck?” He mumbled into the crook off your neck. You moaned, “yes- please-“.

It didn’t take long for your pants and underwear to be discarded on the cold forest dirt. Dean unbuckled his pants, not bothering to take them off before he slammed into you. You threw your head back. “Ah- what if Paul or Jenna comes looking for us?” You moaned, trying not to be too loud. “They won’t. We just- gotta be quick” he groaned out.

He continued slamming into you, the tree felt rough against your back, but the feeling of Dean inside you was heavenly. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked into yours. He moved forward, kissing you. You moaned into his mouth. “Fuck I’m close” he moaned. “C-can I cum inside?” He looked at you softly, his thrusts never slowly. “Please!” You cried out.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, he bottomed out inside you, you both came at the same time. You leaned against the tree after putting your clothes back on, trying to catch your breath. He leaned into you, kissing your cheek “we gotta hurry back” you giggled. “Mmm..” he responded. You couldn’t see what you looked like, so you just had to pray you don’t look like you just had your brains fucked out.

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I’m ngl- I wrote this in one sitting so sorry for the spelling mistakes! Hope this is ok! I’ve been very hyperfixated on Tyler the creator atm, which is odd- so sorry abt not posting lol. My request are always open!

[taylortots-world]

Enjoy The Silence

Summary: You and Dean are both possessed. The two of you learn very quickly that demons crave more than just souls and killing sprees.

Warnings:(18+)(minors dni!) smut- you know the drill ;)slight begging, pet names,

Note: Thank you all for showing my last post so much love. It means a lot to me. Feel free to like or reblog if you enjoy, thanks! :)

Dean and I just finished slaughtering a handful of people who got in our way. I looked over at Dean. He just got sexier and sexier. A shit-eating smirk grew on his blood splattered face as he ran his tongue across his teeth.

“That was fun.” I said, stepping over one of the bodies. Dean and I now stood side by side, staring down at our victims. Dean hummed in approval as he wiped his blade clean.

“It was. Though, I have something that’d be a lot more fun in mind.” He gripped my jaw, jerking my head to face him. He blinked, his eyes now jet black.

A smirk grew on my face as I copied his action, showing off my own eyes. I stepped closer to him, my chin still tilted up to look at him. “And what would that be?” I asked with a smirk, my core already heating.

He lowered his mouth to my ear, his stubble gently tickling me. “Oh I think you know babe.”

Without another word, I planted my hands on his shoulders and hoisted myself up. My legs wrapped securely around his waist. His large, calloused hands quickly found my ass as he held me in place.

I quickly lowered my mouth to his, kissing him roughly. Dean occasionally nipped at my bottom lip.

Our tongues fought for dominance as he carried me into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He threw me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched as he began undoing his belt buckle, his eyes burning into mine. I could’ve sworn his eyes darkened even more as I began to shed out of my own clothes, keeping my bottom lip stuck between my teeth.

“Too slow.” He growled as he tugged at my pants, ripping them in half. I could care less at this moment. I kicked the shredded fabric away, tugging him in by the collar of his shirt.

Our mouths moved quickly against each other, his tongue plunging past my lips. He sat back, straddling my thighs as he ripped his shirt open. Buttons hitting the walls and floor.

I ran my hands down his toned chest. His hands slid up my thighs, stopping at my breasts. He tugged the bra cups down, grabbing at and massaging my breasts. I moaned as his mouth found my right nipple. I tightly squeezed my thighs together as he began to roll my nipple between his teeth.

I couldn't help but squirm underneath his touch. It was no longer a want- but a need. His rans slid up my back, stopping to swiftly undo the hooks of my bra. I lifted my arms, quickly tossing the bra aside. An even more mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

"I need to taste you." He growled as he began to leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down to the waistband of my panties. He gripped me by the ankles, propping my legs up. I pinched and twisted my nipples as I watched him force my legs open. He was taking his sweet time, and it was killing me. He lowered his face between my thighs, kissing and sucking the flesh all around where I wanted him most. My hips bucked, I was growing impatient.

"Let me have my fun sweetheart." He purred, pressing a kiss against the wet spot that continued to grow on my panties. "Dean-" "Use your words baby. What do you want?" I felt him smirking against me, his lips still kissing my inner thigh. "Please taste me. I need you to taste me."

His mouth was hovering over my core again, breathing his hot breath on it. My back arched off the bed, thrusting my peaked nipples in the air. "Please." I begged once more. "I love hearing you beg." He spoke as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down. He waisted no time, burying his face in my soaked pussy.

I moaned as his tongue swiftly moved in and out of me, his nose pressed against my clit. "Oh fuck." I moaned out once more, speaking in a breathy tone. He raised his head, some of my wetness spread across his chin. "You taste delicious." He continued to stare up at me before sliding two fingers in. My back arched off the bed once more, that familiar feeling building in my stomach. My pussy clenched around his fingers, warning him that I was close.

He withdrew his fingers from me, sucking my juices off of his fingers. "I wanna feel you come around my cock baby. Get on all fours." I nodded, flipping over to my hands and knees. I swayed my ass, making sure to show off every curve of myself as he quickly finished undressing himself.

The bed dipped down as he knelt behind me, pumping his cock. He let a droplet of spit fall onto his shaft before giving himself a few more good pumps. Without another word, he thrust into me. I was extremely wet so he slid in no problem. My eyes rolled back, my hand fisting some of the duvet beneath us. The both of us moaned as he continued to pound into me. The room was filled with sounds of panting, moaning, and his skin slapping against mine as he fucked me. "Fuck baby- I'm gonna come." I moaned out, causing him to pick up his speed. I saw white. I came, and I came hard. My throbbing walls clenching around his thick cock, my face and chest flushed. I slightly twitched as he continued to fuck me at a fast pace. I could tell that he was close.

He moaned loudly as he pushed his cock in as far as it was go, hot ropes of come shooting inside of me. I moaned in satisfaction, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes shut, brows furrowed, slack jaw.

"I'm not done with you yet princess." He grinned, giving my ass a good slap before pulling out.

[dudeslut]

💖 All According to Plan 💖

(this turned out way longer than expected so yeah decided to give it a title and a "keep reading." let me know if i should include content warnings up here or just in the tags)

mdni, 18+ only!!!

Been thinking about being a student at a prestigious university that requires uniforms; you're given the choice of wearing slacks or a skirt with the matching blazer. While touring the school, I notice I'm already getting attention from other students who look at me with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

I can't help but feel turned on and excited by all these attractive guys looking at me like they already know how much of a needy slut I am. That guides my decision to go with the skirt option for my uniform, but I decide to forego any panties of course.

For added measure, I tailor the school-issued skirt to be just a tad shorter in length to guarantee bending over will expose my tdick and holes.

Walking around campus, getting more stares as I stride around in my short skirt is already making me wet. I have to clasp my thighs together to keep from dripping. I'm getting so horny I get careless; every chance I get I'm "accidentally" dropping my pencil in class or looking through books in the bottom shelves at the library. Anything to have a chance to flash the next guy that looks at me with lust in his gaze.

Over the weeks, this culminates in receiving notes under my dorm room door or having guys just shove them into my blazer pockets as we pass one another. The contents range from phone numbers and asking me out on dates to detailed descriptions of how they want to fuck me. Those are always the best jerk off material.

I'm riding my horny high like the attention whore I am, knowing I could pick any of these guys to come over and have their way with me. But of course, word of the new student flaunting around campus with no panties and acting like a tease travels fast.

Soon I'm setup to get caught flashing the dean of the college while picking up another dropped pencil - an "accident" of course. He sees all he needs to and immediately drags me into his office.

"Looks like I found the whore whose been distracting my students," he scolds, but the thoughtful expression he's wearing dulls the venom behind the words. I know that look - he's thinking he wants me too.

I act coy, pretending that I have no motivations behind my attire and actions - a lie of course, and he sees right through it. Good.

He steps into my personal space, looking me up and down with a heavy breath. I can feel his eyes inspecting my body and soon his hands join in too.

As he begins undressing me I can feel my tcock already standing at attention and my hole absolutely drenching my thighs. It's when he finally has me completely naked, bent over his desk about to fuck me fully clothed that he reveals his full intentions.

"I'm going to have my way with your slutty holes and you will return to class," he begins with a sinister chuckle, "But you won't be getting your clothes back~"

Shocked, I stare back; I wasn't expecting this to get out of my control like this. I just wanted him to fuck me, maybe even have a continuous salacious relationship, but I can now see this is just the beginning of my punishment.

I begin to protest, but he shoves his fingers into my open mouth, making me choke out a strangled whine.

"Not only that," he continues, "since you want to be a little slut so bad, for the time being you will be prohibited from all clothing items. You will continue your schedule as normal, but will also take on the role of the university free-use slut."

He lines up his cock to my sloppy wet hole, pushing in and teasing, "If you didn't really want this, your cunt wouldn't be leaking and taking my cock so well right now. I think you get off on the idea of being free to be groped and violated at any time. That was your goal with the no-panties trick, huh?"

He's sliding in and out now and fuck he feels so fucking good and everything he's saying is making my hole weep with arousal. He's right, I'm just a whore and I want everyone to know and treat me like one.

His cock is pounding into my cunt, sending wet sounds of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. "However, you can earn your clothes back. Starting with the piece of clothing you seem to have forgotten. You can have your panties back tomorrow and if you don't soak through them by the end of the day, you get to keep them and will get another piece of clothing the next day. But if you soak through them like the slut you are, then you have to start over with nothing."

The rules of my punishment are falling on deaf ears as he continues to fuck me in earnest, hitting my spot just right and bringing his hand to play with my aching little cock. It won't matter anyway, there's no way I'm going to earn more than just panties.

I've already resigned myself to the reality that the rest of my time at the school with be served with my wet cunt, hard dick, tight ass, and hard nipples on display. I'll be free for my classmates and professors to fuck, violate, grope, and embarrass me as they please. In the end, I think that's what I've been wanting since the beginning~

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you maybe do Top Clarissa dovey x Top Leonora lesso x bottom reader smut ? If you take requests ofc <33

Hello anon 🙃 I do take requests! Ofc, I’d love to write that for you 🥰 Hope you enjoy it!

Fortunate Circumstances ~top!Lesso & top!Dovey & bottom!Fem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, face sitting, sex, oral sex, fingering, begging, praise kink…?, degrading kink…?, just smutty smut

Short-Medium fic

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Who knew one guest lecture on magical creatures would have gotten you in the position where you were right now?

Hell, you didn’t…

Anemone never mentioned anything about two deliciously horny deans…

She had simply invited you, as a professor and old friend, to come to the school and speak about magical creatures in the fairytale world. That’s was your expertise after all…

But shit, you had no idea what you were in for…

Both deans had you hungrily pinned down on some teachers desk in an empty classroom.

Professor Clarissa Dovey, the dean of good, her soaked cunt sitting on your face, her legs spread out on either side of your face as she rode you.

“That’s it love… Yesss, right there…” she moaned out, as you licked through and around her folds.

Lady Leonora Lesso, dean of evil, gripping your legs wide open as she wickedly teased around your throbbing core.

You mewled and squirmed in response, only to be silenced by Dovey’s desperate rutting against your face. Your voice sent shivers and vibrations through Dovey, spurring her on even more…

Constant whimpers and moans of “… yes… don’t stop… so good… you’re doing so well…” flowed out from Doveys lips, just infinite praise and encouragement.

“Who are we kidding, she’s such a slut. Look at her, taking on the two of us like such a whore.” Lesso sneered, making you buck your hips up to her teasing hand.

“Please…” you mewled which was muffled through Dovey’s folds.

“Is my little slut, begging?” Lesso taunted, in response she finally placed her fingers on your clit, eliciting a desperate cry for more stimulation out of you. Your hips bucking even more, but Lesso holding them down.

“Oh my…” Dovey whimpered, “I’m gonna… I think… I’m almost… there…” she breathlessly and dizzily got out.

“Ms. Goodie two shoes can’t even swear when being eaten out my a whore…” Lesso lustfully jeered, “Why don’t you show Clarissa how much of a slut you really are? Maybe it will rub off on her…” she said with a evil grin, before plunging two finger into your aching pussy.

You screamed in delight, moans escaping your lips on repeat, “Fuck! Oh God… Fuck me…!”

“See…?” Lesso taunted Dovey, “That’s how it’s done…” she said with a dark chuckle as she proceeded to finger fuck you to the edge.

“Be a good little slut and make Clarissa cum.” Lesso commanded you.

Between your moans and screams plus Dovey’s sloppy mess of a cunt, you were close yourself, not to mention Lesso fucking you within an inch of your life…

Dovey came with a strangled cry, her head lolling back, eyes rolling back, as she squirted your face full of her release.

Dovey’s release put you on your edge as well, mewling and moaning at Lessos hard thrusts into you.

She added a third finger and you were done for…

You screamed in pleasure, writhing under both women’s holds on you. The wave of your orgasm crashed through you, and they both helps you ride it out.

Afterwards, Dovey and you got dressed again, as Leonora watched in amusement at both of your trembling legs.

“We should do this again sometime.” Lesso chuckled.

You breathlessly agreed with a enthusiastic nod.

[underthebednotebook]

Pre-series Dean likes to brush Sam's teeth probably.

He likes to hold Sam's chin and tilt him down telling him that he is making sure that he doesn't get any cavities because they are uninsured and can't really stop at a dentist like normal people would.

So he just gets Sam's toothbrush up in there, with Sam struggling and telling him to 'fuck off Dean I'll do it myself', starting with the bottom teeth and moving upward, taking his sweet time in watching the toothpaste mixed with drool run down the side of Sam's mouth and onto his fingers.

He finally lets go when Sam struggles enough to grab the toothbrush from him and do the job himself, finishing the job in a sloppy fashion (Dean would have done a much better job) and telling Dean that he needs to keep his hands to himself more often and that his teeth were fine but Dean isn't really listening he's just rubbing Sam's spit between his fingers as if it could dissolve into his skin faster.

Yadda yadda Dean keeps Sam's toothbrush, yadda yadda, Sam approaches Dean the next few nights with his toothbrush and a 'you do it better' excuse that leads to them most likely making out and then denying it happened in the first place.

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Hiii Noodle. Would you be up for some Gadreel/Dean nsfw with bottom Dean? :P

A/N: Hohohoooo Merry holidays! I legit had to force myself to stop writing because holy hell dude I love these two so much. Enjoy

Holiday drabbles are open!

Gadreel pulls Dean closer by the nape, relishing in the sound of his breath catching in his throat. The brash machismo Dean so often displays melts away under the angel's touch, instead being replaced with a soft, longing gaze.

Gadreel closes the space between them, pulling Dean into a rough kiss and caressing his ass. He takes in Dean's scent -- irish spring layered in leather and salt -- and pushes his tongue into his mouth, fingers lacing through his hair.

"Damn, missed you too," Dean breathes, groaning as Gadreel licks and sucks on his neck. They exchange soft growls and moans, rutting against each other as they embrace. A few days apart is all it ever takes to drive Gadreel insane. The angel pushes Dean's pants down his thighs, hands greedily squeezing his ass. "Fuck -- mm -- let's get in bed," he groans, flinching as Gadreel slides two fingers between his cheeks.

With a smack of his lips, he releases Dean's skin, offering him a gentle smile. "I can't wait," he whispers, eyes admiring the hickey he left. Dean watches as Gadreel pulls out a sample-sized bottle of lube from his pocket, chuckling breathlessly.

"Impatient bastard," Dean grumbles, biting his lip as Gadreel pulls his cheeks apart, coating his fingers in the lube. Dean rocks his hips back, shivering as Gadreel's fingers push into his hole.

Smirking, Gadreel guides Dean's hand to his throbbing cock, tilting his head. "It seems we're both impatient, my light."

"Nngh -- shut up," he says, stroking Gadreel's cock over his jeans. Of course he's impatient. Dean has been thinking of him all damn day! Hell, it took everything in him not to pounce on him the moment they reunited. Dean fucks himself on Gadreel's fingers, breaths harsh and ragged as his edge approaches. "Fuck I missed you," he moans, leaning his head on Gadreel's shoulder. "Missed feeling you Gad." The angel drags his fingers out of Dean, finally releasing his own cock from his jeans.

"You're being so honest today." He chuckles, gripping Dean's jaw and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "Turn around," he coos. Dean eagerly complies, resting his hands on the wall and wiggling his hips. How can somebody be this breathtaking? Gadreel pumps his cock, his free hand sliding up the small of Dean's back. He presses the blunt head of his cock against Dean's hole, humming as he gently nudges forward. Greedily, Dean sucks him in, engulfing the tip of his cock in delicious warmth. The angel rocks his hips back, teasing at Dean's rim before pushing his way back in. He repeats this a few times, drawing out desperate moans from his lover.

Dean's legs wobble as Gadreel continues his tortuously slow pace, his cock twitching with every short thrust. "Come on, stop fucking around," Dean hisses, biting his lip. Humming, Gadreel snaps his hips forward, burying every thick inch of his cock inside of him and forcing out a strangled moan. With this, Gadreel begins fucking him relentlessly, fingers digging harshly into Dean's hips with every thunderous thrust.

"So tight," Gadreel moans, smacking his ass and leaning his weight on his back. "I love you," he breathes, hand grasping Dean's shaft as he speeds up.

"F-fuck -- Gad --" He's cut off by his own mewling moan, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his edge approaches. "Just like that," he breathes, body stuttering as his orgasm rips through him. Dean can't help the moans that escape him. All that falls from him are strings of 'fuck fuck fuck' and Gadreel's name. His legs give out beneath him, and as he crumbles to the ground Gadreel wraps a strong arm around his waist.

"I've got you," he whispers, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along his shoulder blades. Gadreel slows his thrusts, petting Dean's hair as the aftershocks of his orgasm rip through him.

"O-oh my god," Dean purrs, eyes wide as Gadreel resumes his unforgiving pace.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growls, nipping at the Winchester's earlobe.