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I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Princess

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

Word Count: ~3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” you smile sheepishly.

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

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

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

“De?” you question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No point in lying now “I did, sir.”

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

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

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

“That’s right, sir,” you whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what, Princess?”

“Please, let me cum.”

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

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

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

“Dean? Is everything okay?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dean. I’m begging you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Secret Marriage

Request from @a-woman-with-claws-and-fangs Derek and the reader have hid their marriage for years. Until one day Alex tried to flirt with her. The reader brushes him off before Derek tells the whole hospital.

"Well this is where we part as husband and wife Dr. Shepherd." I say laying my head on his shoulder. He lifts my chin up gently kissing me outside the hospital doors one last time. "Don't worry I'll see you later Mrs. Shepherd." Derek and I chose to keep our marriage out of the hospital only being professional at work. The only people who know about us are Mark and Richard the chief of Seattle Graice. Luckily I still see my husband quite often since we work in the same medical field. Mark always joked that we would end up together when we all were friends as kids until Derek stopped talking to him when he slept with his first wife Addison.

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail I scan the surgery board for my upcoming appointments until someone clears their throat beside me. My eyes noticed it's Alex Karev, one of Bailey's new interns. "So Y/n how about getting a few drinks with me tonight?" He suggested a smirk on his face. Alex was a good intern and if he just listened to Addison he'd realize he actually belongs in peds working with kids. Putting my hands in my coat pockets I spin on my feet heading to do rounds. "Sorry Karev I'm busy tonight." But he doesn't give up when he wants something.

"Come on Y/n you're a beautiful girl who deserves a night of fun." He rounds to stand beside me as a nurse hands me a chart. Thankfully Derek said we'd hide our wedding rings as necklaces around our necks when we're at work. He puts a hand over mine making me turn to face him trying to brush him off. "Like I said I'm busy. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do as do you." I try to step away but he gently grabbed my wrist spinning me around so our noses touched. But before anything else can happen someone punches him in the nose. Alex grabs his nose slightly bleeding looking up at me.

People start entering the room wanting to see what is going on. Finally my gaze sees Derek flicking his hurting hand around his eyes showing anger. "Derek, why'd you do-" He cuts me off with a deep kiss his hands cupping my face until he broke away. Pulling me into his side his left arm still around my waist. "Stay the hell away from my wife, Karev." He huffs as the chief comes down the stairs seeing blood on his floor and on his friends right hand. "Somebody help him up and you two in my office now!" He points his index finger at us. Great job Derek.

"Somebody better start talking right now. Explain why one of my residents is punching an intern!" Richard slams his hands on his desk as I see George and Izzie help Alex off the floor. Everyone else slowly leaves the medical floor going back to work. Mark enters the room smirking at his friend. "Damn, I thought I was the only one you could punch like that." He chuckled until I eyed him with an annoyed look. "Richard I would like to point out I tried to avoid violence unlike my husband..." I cross my arms over my chest eyeing my husband who holds an ice pack to his right hand.

Derek looks to our boss finally saying something a slight smirk on his face. "Karev was flirting with Y/n. I did what any good husband should do and handle it." Richard eyes me then Derek asking. "Did you hit him hard?" Derek nodded before the chief nods to leave us alone. "Good but no more fighting on my surgery floor." Mark pats him on the back leaving as well. Looking up at my husband I glare at him I snipped. "Promise me no more hitting interns that try and flirt with me." He plants a kiss to my forehead smiling. "I promise sweetheart." He leans down kissing me softly and I kiss back going to work. Everyone knows I'm his wife now.

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Dr Nakamoto Yuta transfers to ward NCT. It isn’t all smooth sailing at first, especially when he crosses paths with a fiery, coffee-loving doctor who happens to work the exact same shifts as him.

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Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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Hell’s Princess

Words: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding And Choking, Angry Sex, Swearing, Name Calling, Fingering, Hair Pulling…. Think that’s it.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Crowley

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’re sick of following your fathers ridiculous rules, so you decide to find out what his obsession with his favourite Winchester is all about.

A/N: Thank you once again to my amazing Beta, @negans-lucille-tblr

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted so I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think! :)

You stomp your way back to your bedroom, anger coursing through every cell in your body as you wish to be anywhere but here, anywhere that isn’t near him. You slam the door as soon as you’re inside, well aware that he’s hot on your heels. A fact made even clearer by the fist thumping harshly against the door. Unfortunately your powers still aren’t a match for his, at least not yet, that was the problem with having a human mother. After all, being the king of hell came with certain perks, and before you know it your door is flying back against the wall, and splintering into a thousand pieces.

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Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s his good girl.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 1464

A/N: This is from an anonymous request. Don’t get used to me writing so fast again, though.

He presses her against the elevator wall, hands skimming under the skirt of her dress, fingers brushes over the lace of her string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He knows that, because she’d flash him as she walked out of the bedroom and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. Had to hold himself back from bending her over the next horizontal surface and rip them apart, held himself back from driving his leaking cock deep into her wet heat.

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mark smut where he walks in on u, his friend, masturbating

I'm sorry because I would like to make this gender neutral but i didn't do it, so feel free to ask again if you want other pronouns, I'm using a female reader, tho.

Pretty Little Girl

Pairing: idol! Mark Lee x female reader

Warnings: it's more of a disclaimer, I'm a really soft stan, so this might turn really disappointing because I'm just making it suggestive i guess, I'm sorry in advance for that. Also I'm a sucker for tittles inspired by song names so I'll leave the song too although it doesn't match the vibe at all. Allow me to re-think this and I'll make a part 2 with the actual smut.

Mark had been waiting for months the day someone would tell him that he would finally have a day off. He loved the feeling of making his dream come true and the love his fans gave him made it worth it every day, but he could barely remember the last time he was able to sleep properly, and he had been struggling with a feeling of loneliness for some weeks now, all he wanted to do was to be with his friends, to have a day where he could watch a movie and don't move from the couch at all. But mostly, he missed his best friend.

It would be a lie if he said he was trying to keep in contact, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, rather that he couldn't manage to do everything at once, the day only had twenty four hours, after all, and he was busy twenty already.

So, after months of nonstop promotions and comebacks, he got told that he could take a weekend off. It was a blessing, he thought. It wasn't enough time to go back home as would've wished, but it was enough time to surprise his best friend with an spontaneous movie night.

He brought face masks, snacks and wine, and didn't bother to call before, he figured that even if you were busy, he could use the key to the apartment that you once gave him in case of emergency and sleep until you were back.

He entered the building confidentiality, and opened your door only to be met with complete darkness. He called your name and when he wouldn't hear an answer, he went straight to your bedroom, he thought about calling you before he fell asleep on your bed.

But Mark wasn't ready for the heavenly view he got as soon as he opened the window. You were biting your lip, with your eyes shut while your delicate hands caressed your crotch through your lacey panties. Soft whimperz came out of your mouth, and he instinctively slide his hands into his quickly growing bulge.

He had often thought about kissing you, because he couldn't really understand if he had feelings for you, and he figured that kissing you was the only way to know, but having you like that in front of him, he was sure then that he definitely felt something. Nevertheless, he was a little bit embarrassed because he never thought he'd be the kind of guy to masturbate to the sight of a girl he was essentially spying.

“Oh, Mark”

When his name came out of your mouth in such a naughty way, every hint of embarrassment and doubt he was having faded immediately. His hands left his cock and he wondered if you could have heard him entering, but when he realized your eyes were still closed, he realized, too, that maybe he wasn't the only one feeling something for the other.

He tried to think of a smooth way to make an entrance, and thought of maybe closing the door so he wouldn't be that perv. He silently did and proceeded to call your phone, and you picked up, a little bit pissed to be interrupted but too nice to not do it.

“Are you busy?”

“Uhm, just in the middle of something”

He opened the door again, eyes dark and full of excitement

“Yeah, that's what I heard” as he rushed to finally connect your lips with his.

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A.N: i am physically incapable of writing smut but I'm trying again soon, i didn't want to take longer without answering this request because it had been sitting in my asks for a while. I SWEAR I *WILL* MAKE A PART TWO JUST LET ME GET MENTALLY READY. If you can bear with my slowness, feel free to request.

Have a nice day. ♡