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[jellyforbrains]

When the post smut clarity hits and you realize that you’re just a pervert

[vinnyandthephenomena]

“Caught You Boy.”

MDNI. Puppy Hybrid! Leon was clingy, and hated being away from you. While you were showering, he decided he’d like to join you!

tags: fem reader, switch! leon, breeding kink, shower p in v, knotting, dirty talking, mentions of lactation kink.

The thing about Leon is that he was clingy. You could’ve sworn he had separation anxiety, or something that made him want to be up under you all the time. He would crawl into your bed, (even though he had his own.) Or lay in your lap while you tried to relax. At dinner, he’d be at your feet rather than the table.

One evening when you thought you were having some alone time in the shower, Leon would be entertaining himself one way or another while you bathed. On that particular day, he noticed you didn’t lock the door—and took advantage of that.

You didn’t even hear the door open, the water must have drowned it out. You were rinsing your hair when the curtain was carelessly pulled open. Fight or flight kicked in, until you realized who it was. Just Leon. Leon and his floppy puppy ears—a blush on his cheeks as he glanced down your bare body. Slowly to your breasts, then back to your face.

“Owner,” A whiny tone, “I didn’t know you were taking a shower.” He stood there with the curtain clutched in his other hand, looking a bit disheveled himself. Dirty blonde hair was all messy on his head. You assumed he’d been getting into God knows what.

“I am, and that means you should mind your own business, Leon.” You covered your chest, becoming shy by his staring. You watched the boyish look on his face become a pout. He knew how to play your emotions, even if he wasn’t trying to.

“Don’t be mad.” He whimpered, puppy dog eyes set on your face. Forgiveness was in his voice, even as his tail swayed behind him.

“I’m not mad. I’m just trying to take a shower. So..” You pointed out the obvious, trying to tell him to leave without being blunt. It was your vice, the fact you couldn’t say no to him. Rather than catching the hint, it gave Leon an idea of how to stay with you. Without a word, he was tugging his shirt over his head.

“Can I join you then?” He asked, already stripping his bottoms off. You looked away, (not before catching a glimpse.) You scolded yourself for wanting to see him like that.

“Leon! Wait, wait,” You attempted to stand up for yourself, but he was already stepping in and shutting the curtain behind him. Of course, listening was not his strong suit. He was quick to invade your personal space, getting his hair and fluffy ears all wet under the shower head.

“Gosh, you’re gonna be the death of me. Come here.” You said with a huff, turning him your direction. “You’re such a mess, Leon.” You fussed over him like a mother would, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squirting it into your hand. When he realized what you were doing, he eagerly got even closer to you. Close enough to feel his body heat, your chest almost brushing against his.

“Thank you, Owner..” Leon nudged his head against your hands as they found his hair, his eyes fluttering closed. He melted into your touch, almost moaning when your nails ran behind his puppy ears. You felt a bit excited at such a needy noise, telling yourself he was just touch starved. A silly excuse for someone like him. He was given attention all the time! You’d never taken a shower with him before, but you were expecting him to behave himself.

“Y-You’re welcome.” You stammered out, continuing to wash his hair. You lathered it up nicely, running your fingers through it and being gentle with his ears. They were all floppy on his head, not all perked up like usual. He was relaxed. Or so you assumed, until he was moving in closer, his hands resting on your hips.

“Mm, Feels good.” Leon sighed happily, content with his hands on your wet skin. You felt warm, not just from the water. He was normally touchy, but that was over your clothes. When you were both bare, it felt much different. You did your best to focus on the task at hand rather than looking down.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, stepping closer to him. You did your best to avoid getting any in his baby blues—which blinked open to look at you. Half-lidded and dazed, he looked at you differently than before.

“I do.” He whimpered, leaning in to lick at your cheek. “You always take such good care of me.” He tugged you closer, and you felt something stiff and warm brush against your inner thighs.

“Leon..” You lightly scolded, squirming when he nuzzled against you. It was nothing new, as you’d given him a hand a couple times before. If he was in some kinda of rut, you’d help him out. Until it seemed he just couldn’t stay away for more.

“Let’s uhm.. Get you rinsed off.” You redirected him to face the water. He whined in protest, but let you dote on him. Afterward, he was quick to turn back to face you instead. Needy thing, you were in over your head. “Probably the cleanest you’ve ever been.” You teased, pushing the hair that stuck to his forehead off his face. He leaned into your touch, close enough so his nose bumped yours.

“What about the rest?” His ears perked back up, his tail flicking water against the curtain. The rest? The thought of touching him so intimately was the opposite of behaving. You knew you ought not to give in and let Leon have his way, but you always did.

“You’re pushing it.” You tried to be stern, but he didn’t take it seriously. Quite the opposite, he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, then to your lips.

“Nuh uh. It feels too good to have you touch me like that. Can’t you make it better?” He whined between wet kisses, his tongue in your mouth as soon as you tried protesting. Spit and drool, his hands were running up your stomach to your breasts.

“Wanna feel all of you.” He mumbled against your lips, squeezing the weight of your tits in his palms. He pulled away with a hot pant, leaning down to press kisses to your neck. You squirmed, feeling a heat between your thighs. His kisses trailed to your collar bones, until he ran his tongue to capture one of your buds.

“Leon!” You scolded, reaching to tug on his hair. But the feeling of his tongue lavishing your nipple was far too pleasurable. He looked up at you, big blue eyes that never left your face as he suckled at your sensitive skin. It was hot in the small space, the water becoming lukewarm as he took his time. He squished at your other breast, mouthing as if he could drink you up.

“Can’t wait any longer.” He straightened back up, leaving your skin wet with saliva. You shivered as your back hit the shower wall, but you made no effort to stop him.

“Owner,” Leon’s forehead bumped yours as he leaned in, breath warm on your lips. “Can you put your arms around my neck?” He asked in a breathy whine, as if he’d cry if you said no.

You obliged, doing just that. You parted your thighs, letting him crowd himself between them for access. With a huff of relief, he slid his hands beneath your ass, lifting you up with a grunt. You choked out a gasp, your arms tightening around the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, ‘m not gonna drop you.” Leon smiled, ears all twitchy atop his head. He glanced down where your bodies met, whimpering as the tip of his drooling cock rubbed between your folds.

“Such a naughty puppy,” You squirmed, trying to coax him on. He whined at the contact, instinctively bucking his hips up to push an inch or two inside. His ears pinned flat on his head, shuddering as he tried to go slow.

“I know. I’m such a naughty puppy.” He growled as he said that, humping his hips up to fill you deeper. You mewled, holding onto him tighter as he stuffed you. He was thick and girthy, throbbing inside. “Using my owner to cum.” He captured your lips once more, moaning into your mouth as he rabbited his hips harder.

“Leon, slow, slow down,” You crossed your ankles around his hips for support, hearing the wet noises of your coupling accompanied by the shower. The water had ran cold, yet the pleasure was too strong to even notice. He shook his head no, leaning in to nuzzle your neck.

“Cant.” He gripped your ass to hold you steady, your back rubbed against the shower wall with every rough buck of his hips. “You feel s’ good, so tight and warm,” He licked a stripe up your neck to your ear. “And wet and pretty..” He babbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He was losing his rhythm, becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Oh,” You panted, feeling your own release approach with each grind of his hips. “Are you getting close, puppy?” You tease, noticing how he wasn’t as composed.

“Mm,” Leon whined with frantic nods, ears wet and flat on his head. “Gonna fill you up, so much, s’ much.” He squeezed the fat of your ass, bouncing your body each time he fucked up into you. “Knot my owner, give her my puppies.” He glanced down to your breasts, “Hope you make lots of milk. Get your tits, ngh-“ He keened, close to the edge as he throbbed inside. “All swollen and leaky for me.” His words were sultry, excited at the thought.

His words sent you over the edge, gushing your slick over his fat puppy cock. You choked on a moan, hardly able to put a sentence together. You leaned your head back against the shower wall, squeezing him tighter as you reached your peak.

“Oh! Oh, god.” Leon keened, surprised he’d brought you to such a peak. “That’s it, squirt all over me.” He was whimpering, taken aback by the overwhelming pleasure of feeling you come undone. You were a mess yourself, feeling dizzy when you felt so much fuller.

He choked out a breathy moan, almost losing balance as he jerked his hips up one last time. You could’ve come a second time at the sheer feeling of him popping his knot—stuffing you full of sticky puppy cum.

“Owner, Mmfm. You’re s’ tight.” He babbled out, pulling you flush to his chest. He was panting, nuzzled against your neck as he caught his breath. He’d left drool on your skin, mumbling on about how much he loved you for doing such a thing.

“Thank you, thank you.” Leon pressed a kiss to your throat, keeping you held close. You paid no mind to the water you left running, or the fact you carelessly let your puppy-boy stuff you full. You petted his wet hair, getting a happy hum out of him. Giving into his whims wasn’t so bad after all.

[dingus-dweeb]

[unicornlover729161]

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Includes: fluff? Smut? not quite sure lol, No PiV, sub!sam, lots of kissing, this is so short sorry

God how you loved that pathetic look in his eyes, the look he’s got on his face right now is everything to you. It’s not only the look in his eyes, it’s how needy he looks up at you from his kneeling position on the floor, desperate for any touch or praise of yours.

You reach out for his face and cup up with your warm and soft hand. He almost nuzzles into your hand and drinks the warmth of your body up. Sam takes your hand and starts placing kisses all over your palm, not on the back of your hand like a prince would but onto the more sensitive skin of the inner side of your hand.

He quick to travel up your arm until he gets up to kiss your neck, placing hot open mouthed kisses all over it. He‘s so desperate while letting his fingers glide under your shirt to take it off and throw it mindlessly on the bed behind you.

His eyes are on your face almost the entire time, even when he opens your bra for you to get a glance of your perfect boobs. While placing more and more kisses all over your chest he kneads the soft flesh of your tits.

Your go thru his hair with your hand, loosely tugging at the brown strands, not to pull him back but to stay in control in some way. Because even tho he could be in control physically if he wanted to you got him wrapped right around your finger.

Current taglist: @needjoekeery @jason-vs-crowbar

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[vinnyandthephenomena]

puppy leon just be peeing

[unicornkittenglitter472]

Soldiers fucktoy

x reader fic !Not proofread, might make changes later! MDNI!

Ben had ran the both of you a warm bath. He wrapped his big arms around your body while lighting a cigarette. The humidity in the bathroom along with the stench of cigarettes was almost intoxicating. The heat radiating from his body makes you feel comforted and slightly turned on. You lean your head back, landing it on his shoulder.

“You enjoying this doll?”. You look at him and nod. You have always felt comforted around his presence but tonight, it was different. It was almost like you knew Ben had a trick up his sleeve. You inch your body a bit closer to him, feeling your skin against his. Almost begging for him to get a stiffy. And so he does. You start to rub his cock with your ass, hearing his groans and whimpers. He holds his cigarette in his mouth and places his hands on your hips and guides you to keep grinding.

Eventually He lifts you up with his hands and sticks his cock right in your soft little cunt. Your skin wraps around his, almost like it was made just for him. He continues to guide you with his hands, making sure he’s hitting every spot inside of you. You let out little whimpers, letting him know that you’re enjoying it as much as he is. You keep riding, letting his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. His warm hands gripping on your ass, spreading it open. You ride faster, harder, making him groan. “god, i love when you do that baby”. He whispers in your ear. He puts out his cigarette and guides you once again, humping up into your throbbing pussy. You both reach climax, his warm cum fills you up, spilling out into the bath water. The loud groan he let out made you want to do it again.

A/N: I was lowk considering making it longer but i might do a part two 🥹

[littlesparkequeen]

[anklbiter]

Ok so. I may have been sitting with this for too long

Dean…

You know he's fucking got extra sperm… that man is built like a fucking god.. I just can't shake the feeling that if he was hell-bent in getting you pregnant (both consenting ofc) then he would. And he would pump so much into you..

requests open!!

pairing : dean winchester x reader

summary : dean has the craving to impregnate you , even if he tires you out round after round.

warnings : mdni , 18+ , est. relationship , pregnancy/breeding kink , p in v , smut , dirty talk , mommy kink (?? u decide).

615 words

ily for this , wish he was the breedable one sometimes 🫦

in the shared space that was dean’s bedroom, it felt even smaller and more cramped than usual due to the strong arms that were planted on each side of your head, caging you in. your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as his hips pistoned into your own, your hair getting tangled between his fingers with each deep thrust.

you two had been at it for an hour or so, ever since he got back from a hunt with sam. he came straight to the bedroom where he knew you were and bent you over the edge of the bed, ripping your pants down alongside your damp panties. as of lately, every night ended with you being fucked stupid and stuffed full of his seed that dripped out of your tired entrance. but obviously, he shoved it back inside of you, never letting a single drop go to waste.

he’d been hellbent on having sex raw, even going as far as to throw away all condoms he kept in his bedside drawer, and insisted on not pulling out. besides the few times you gave him a blowjob and he’d paint your face white, his cum was shooting deep inside of you and making home. sometimes he’d even shove a plug in the tight hole of your cunt just so nothing was spilling.

"fuck, sweetheart.. gonna pump you full ‘til your round with my kid." he spoke during grunts, the headboard still creaking despite the pillow behind it to stop it from slamming against the wall, his body leaning over yours to hit a deeper angle. his hands slid down from beside your head to grab your calves, lifting your legs so they were slung over his shoulders, the tip of his cock assaulting your cervix as his hips quickened the pace somehow.

your moans were drowned out by his lips suddenly crashing against yours, tongues swirling and teeth clattering against eachothers. "so tight, all for me." his mouth left yours only to drag down your chest, tongue flicking at your perk nipples before he wrapped his lips around one, his hand kneading the other one to give his favorite girls the attention they deserved. "can’t wait for these to get swole, dripping with milk." his hips stuttered at the delicious sob you let out at his words, your hands clutching the sheets.

"you’d like that, huh? you’d like me to make you a mommy?" his pace began slipping and becoming sloppy as he felt his balls tighten and that feeling flutter in his stomach. "gonna cum, baby, gonna fill you to the brim." when your walls tightened around his cock and you reached your own climax, legs twitching around his neck and back arching off the bed, he gave a final deep thrust before emptying his load inside of you, his mouth detaching from your breast as his head tilted back.

it took a few moments until the ropes stopped and his cock began softening inside of you, his forehead resting on your collarbone with heavy pants coming from his lips. but, of course, since he had his mind set on giving you his baby, two rounds was obviously not enough (you’d already had a round prior), and his hips slowly started up again and he was hardening inside of you.

"did so good for me, sweetheart. i know you’re tired, but please. one more, i promise."

he definitely broke his promise that night, as it took a few more hours until sam could finally take off his headphones and not be met with the sounds of his favorite people planning to make him an uncle.

[cowboylike-dean]

dean winchester one shot

💄taste test

summary: while helping you clean your room, dean gets distracted by your lip balm collection and uses it as an excuse to kiss you over and over

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You were in your room in the bunker, trying to organize the small disaster your room had slowly become over the last couple weeks.

Clothes were scattered around, the laundry basket was half full, and your bedside counter was full with makeup, skincare, hair ties, perfumes, and random little things that somehow always accumulated there.

Dean was "helping", though mostly he just wanted to be in your space.

While you organized the mess on your bedside table, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, helping with your clean clothes, though his version of folding laundry involved a lot of "inspections"

He suddenly held up a lacey pair of your panties between two fingers with a grin.

“Oh yeah” He said casually, nodding approvingly “These are definitely one of my favorites”

You looked over your shoulder.

“Dean” You laughed, shaking your head.

“What?” He asked innocently “I’m just being appreciative”

You rolled your eyes playfully and tossed a shirt at him “Fold the laundry”

“I am folding the laundry” He defended himself.

Another pair appeared in his hands a minute later.

“Ooh, and these ones?” He added “Strong contender too”

You snorted, shaking your head as you turned back to your bedside counter “You are unbelievable”

Eventually, after a lot more teasing than actual productivity, Dean finally finished folding the laundry and wandered over to where you stood organizing your bedside table.

“What’s all this?” He asked, snooping through your things.

“Just stuff that I need to put away”

Dean picked up one of your makeup products, inspecting it with squinted eyes.

“You don’t even need this stuff, y’know” He said "I like the way you look when we wake up. Messy hair and all"

You chuckled softly at that and leaned over to kiss him quickly “That’s sweet”

“I mean it” He said, setting it back down “You’re pretty without all this”

You smiled a little at that before continuing to organize things.

His eyes wandered over the counter until they landed on a small army of colorful tubes.

“Why do you have so many of these?” He asked, picking up one of them “There’s like a hundred of them”

“Those are my lip balms”

Dean counted dramatically “One, two, three— Sweetheart, this is a problem”

“I like them” You laughed, shrugging a little “They keep my lips soft”

Dean paused, then slowly looked at your mouth.

“…Oh” He smirked “So that’s your secret for soft lips, huh?” He leaned in, pecking your lips “That’s why you’re so hard to stop kissing?" He murmured, leaning in to steal a few more lingering kisses.

You laughed softly against his lips “It is”

“Huh” He murmured thoughtfully, pressing another kiss on your mouth "Yeah. Works. I'm a fan"

You shook your head, smiling.

Then Dean picked one of the lip balms up again, squinting at the label.

“'Wild Cherry'?” He read the label “They’re flavored?"

You nod “Yeah, most of them are”

“Huh” He hummed "And here I thought you were supposed to wear 'em, not eat 'em” He teases “You got a secret snack habit I should know about?"

"It’s for the scent, you dork" You snort, poking his chest.

“The scent, huh?”

Immediately, a playful grin spread across his face.

He scooped up a handful of the tubes and held them out to you "Try 'em on"

You snorted “What, now? Why?”

"You try 'em on…" He said, his voice dropping to a low, playful tone "I’ll close my eyes, and I have to guess the flavor. It’s a very important scientific experiment"

Dean shut his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting patiently like he was taking the challenge very seriously.

“Ready” He announced.

Laughing, you picked one and applied it. Then you stepped closer and kissed him softly.

Dean kissed you back deeply, his hands finding your waist. Hhummed against your lips thoughtfully, like he was genuinely analyzing the flavor.

"Hmm, I don't know" He whispered, his eyes still firmly shut "That’s tricky. I’m gonna need another taste. Just to be sure"

You chuckled “Dean”

“What? I’m concentrating” He said innocently “I need to be sure, y’know, for the accuracy of the investigation. So c’mere”

He pulled you back in for a much longer, slower kiss.

Each time you switched to a different flavor, he’d give the same performance; furrowing eyebrows, pretending to be confused, and insisting he needed "one more sample" just to be absolutely certain.

"You know exactly what the flavors are" You chuckle.

His lips lift in a small smirk.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you "I’m a very thorough investigator. I think I need to go through the whole collection. At least twice. Just to be sure"

You laughed. The sound making him smile before leaning in and kissing you again.

dumb idea lol i got it while shopping for lip balms because my lips are in fact very dry 🥲 anyway

tysm for reading<3

[acklesslvt]

༊*·˚ — Double Trouble

sam winchester x reader x dean winchester poly drabble. (no wincest.)

Your relationship with the winchesters would probably be frowned upon by outsiders. Two brothers, in love with the same woman and a woman in love with two brothers. It wasn't exactly the most normal affair, but none of you were complaining. Ever since getting together with the two, you'd never been happier, and it definitely showed.

Like now, all three of you cuddled up on the pull-out couch of a slightly more comfortable than usual motel, an old movie of Dean's choice playing on the TV that had probably seen better days. A slice of unfinished pie sat on the coffee table as the sound of the two boys snoring filled the room. Today should've been easy, tying loose ends of a week long hunt and burning the creature, but it proved to be more tiring than expected. You'd suggested a movie, and Dean was the first to pass out, Sam following a good ten minutes after. Now you found yourself in the middle of a winchester sandwich, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n: let me know if you guys liked this, and i might follow up with a few more parts !! it was pretty short but i hope it was a nice read anyway

[inadoves]

in rut puppy!dean being so desperate and just using reader as a toy👀

Also, ive been an anon a couple times, and ive noticed other anons becoming emoji anons so i was wondering if i could too?(🏎️anon?)

omg hello!! i have a little anon crew this is so cute welcome 🏎️!!!

puppy!dean is always desperate like lets be so honest. when he’s really really needy he literally will trap you under his body weight so you can’t do anywhere. you become his own little pocket pussy until he’s satisfied. that can be a few hours to the next day.

dean likes to wrestle with you first. he turns in bed, rubs himself all over you until you writhe and kick. “dean, stop that!” you exclaim, rubbing your face. his tail tickles your legs, his teeth begin grazing your arm, sharp and slimy. he whines softly at the contact. you kick again, this time at his knee. “whatever you want you’re not getting from me, so get off.”

it goes like that for a while. a lot of tossing, a lot of turning until you’re both playing tug of war with each other’s limbs. you push, he pulls. he always wins.

he rolls over you as you kick and yell, a wide smile on his face when he finally gets what he wants: you on your stomach, lying flat down as he pins you by the arms and legs. you can hear his breathing heavy in your ear, his cock heavier. it throbs at your ass, pulses between layers of fabric. “need it,” he gasps, grinding himself into you. you groan, kick once more but to no avail.

honestly, his favorite part of this ritual is fighting with you. he loves when he struggles to peel your panties to the side, sticky fabric getting in the way of one of his favorite parts of your body. his tail wags at the sweet smell coming into his nose. it makes him want to cum already. he digs his nails into your flesh, it hurts terribly but you’re so ready for it, body already pulsing for him.

he gets right to work. pulls his cock out the pocket of his boxers, rubs against your cunt and lathers himself. his knot feels bigger than it actually is mostly because it’s throbbing. he reels his hips back, manages to wiggle his tip into your cunt and pushes in without a second thought. he bottoms out immediately, toes curling and whining into your neck. your hands grab at the sheets and feet kick, fingers trembling from the depth. everything feels so deep when you lay like this, worsened by his whole body on yours.

dean’s a growler. he rumbles in your ear, barks every so often when he ruts inside of you and the fat of your ass pushing into him.

“take it,” he blubbers, grabbing at your elbows and squeezing tightly above your head. he uses it as leverage. you moan deeply, eyes squeezing shut and hips pushing back into him. his heart beats wildly against his ribcage, against your back, his knot inside you does the same. it makes you feel alive. “fuck, fuck, you’re so deep!” you exclaim. you feel your voice crack but you don’t care, saliva dribbles out of your mouth. dean rubs his head against your hair, cheek pressed into frizzy strands. you’re sure it smells like more than just sex in here.

when he cums he keeps going, ignores the sensitivity and his nerves telling him to stop, the swelling of his knot, and keeps fucking going. he cums again prematurely because of it, makes you yelp and gasp. you feel tense but you physically can’t.

dean takes care of you even though you don’t get to go anywhere. he’ll lay on his side, spoon you, rock into you gently with a hand on your stomach. he murmurs sweet nothings, kisses your cheek and your shoulders. when his knot decompresses he’s right back to where he started though, hugs you tight to his body and fucks into you until he cums again and again. you love him so much, but sometimes you wonder if he should tone it down or see a doctor..

[jamesdeanbby]

could I request convincing sub!dean to let reader play with his nipples and he’ll deny he even feels anything cuz “guy’s chests aren’t sensitive like that” as he’s bucking his hips cuz fuck it really does feel that good for him 🤤 idc if it’s not realistic nipple stimulation with Dean hnggghh

x fem reader ୨୧ ִ ࣪ ⋆ dean winchester on the issue of nipple play

character featured. dean winchester.ᐟ + sub.ᐟ dean rating: mature.ᐟ

deny and deny and then deny again, but if someone has proof against your statement: then the previous is to no use. that's what Dean is learning tonight.

requesting rules. masterlist.

You’ve got him right where you want him.

It wasn’t easy. Dean Winchester is a lot of things—charming, reckless, annoyingly heroic—but pliable has never been one of them. Usually, he’s the one pinning you to a motel mattress with that stupid crooked grin, all heat and hands and low, teasing growls. The guy drives like he fucks: fast, a little reckless, and completely in control.

Not tonight.

Tonight, he’s flat on his back on the threadbare floral comforter of some roadside dive off I-70, jeans still on (unfairly good ones, the dark wash that hugs his thighs just right), green eyes flickering between smug and something a lot more unsure. His arms are still crossed behind his head like he’s posing for a Girls of the Midwest calendar, but there’s a flush creeping up his neck that wasn’t there two minutes ago.

You’re knelt between his spread thighs, your hips pressed flush against the zipper of his jeans. You can feel him. Not fully hard yet, but interested. A warm, heavy line of potential pressing against your lower belly through the worn denim.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” he asks, voice a low drawl. One eyebrow arches. Classic Dean. “’Cause I gotta warn you, chest stuff? Kind of a waste of time on a guy.” He shrugs one broad shoulder against the pillows. “Not sensitive like that. It’s not gonna do anything.”

You just smile. Slow. Sweet. The kind of smile that’s already two steps ahead of him.

“We’ll see..” you murmur, and lean down.

Your palms slide up his ribcage, feeling the lean, corded muscle earned from a thousand salt-and-burns. His skin is warm, scattered with old scars and a light dusting of freckles across his chest that he’d deny to his grave. You don’t go for his nipples yet. You just drag your fingernails lightly down his sides, watching his abs twitch involuntarily.

“Tickles.” he mutters, jaw tight.

“Does it?” You dip your head, pressing a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the center of his sternum. Then another, a little lower. Your thumbs find his nipples—flat, dusky pink against the freckles—and you just rest the pads of your thumbs on them. Light as a breath.

Dean scoffs. “See? Nothin’.”

You press down. Just a little. A slow, deliberate grind of your thumbs in tiny circles.

His hips jerk.

It’s involuntary, that’s the thing. One second he’s lounging like a king granting a favor, the next his pelvis bucks up into yours like a live wire got tapped to his spine. The thick ridge of his cock (now definitely, definitely interested) slides hard against your stomach through both your clothes.

He freezes.

“The hell..?” he breathes, more confused than angry.

You don’t stop. You lean closer, letting your breasts press against his chest as you circle your thumbs harder, wetting the tips with a little spit. The friction changes. Gets slicker. Sharper.

“You were saying?” you coo, right into his ear.

“That’s- that’s not—” He swallows. His throat bobs. “It’s just reflex. Guy’s chests aren’t wired like chicks’. Doesn’t mean anythin’.”

But his hips are moving again. A small, aborted little grind upward, chasing the pressure of your pelvis against his. He can’t help it. You can see the war happening behind his eyes. He's currently turning to hot, confused jelly under your thumbs.

You take mercy on him.

Not really.

You pinch.

Not hard. Just a firm, deliberate twist between thumb and forefinger, rolling the little nubs like you’re tuning a radio. Dean’s lips part to let out a sharp, bitten-off sound out, half groan, half what the fuck. His hands come off the headboard for the first time, grabbing at your hips like he’s trying to either push you away or pull you down onto him harder. Even he doesn’t seem to know which.

“You were saying, Deanie?” you repeat, sweeter this time. Mocking. Gentle.

“Shut up,” he grits out, but there’s no heat in it. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide. The flush has spread from his neck to his cheekbones, those stupid pretty freckles standing out like constellations. “It’s- it’s just- you’re right there, okay? Your hips. It's because of your hips. Doesn’t have anything to do with your—your fingers.”

You hum, unconvinced, and lower your mouth.

The first touch of your tongue, flat and hot and wet, against his left nipple makes him seize like you’ve tased him. His whole body locks up, then shudders, and then he’s bucking. Actually grinding up into you in a slow, desperate roll that drags his clothed cock against the soft give of your belly. A wet spot is starting to spread on the front of his jeans. You can feel the heat of him through the denim.

“Jesus-” he whispers, not praying. Just… lost.

You suck the nipple into your mouth. Gently at first, then with more pressure, swirling your tongue over the tight peak while your fingers go back to work on the other side. Twist, pull, roll. Wet sounds fill the tiny motel room. Dean’s making sounds now too: low, wrecked little groans that he’s trying to swallow and failing.

“Still not sensitive?” you murmur against his wet skin, then give a sharp little tug with your teeth.

His hips snap up so hard you have to brace a hand on his stomach to keep from toppling. The muscle under your palm is iron-tight, trembling.

“Shut up-” he manages again, but his voice cracks on the second word. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, guiding you to grind down against him. He’s so hard now it looks almost painful, the thick line of his cock straining against the button of his jeans. “That’s- that’s just biology, okay? You’re- your mouth is- it’s warm and-”

You laugh softly. The sound vibrates right through his nipple.

Dean makes a noise like a wounded animal.

“Oh, baby..” you coo, pulling back just to look at him. And it’s devastating. He’s a mess. Those green eyes are glassy, his lips parted and pink, chest heaving with every shallow breath. His nipples are wet and peaked, flushed dark pink, standing out like little targets. “You were saying guys’ chests aren’t sensitive?”

He glares at you. It would be threatening if his voice didn’t come out as a breathless whine. “They’re not.”

“Then why are you humping my stomach like a teenager, hmn?”

That lands. His cheeks go scarlet. His hips stutter like he only just realized he’s been grinding against you this whole time, a steady, mindless rhythm that’s left a visible smear of precome on the inside of his jeans. He tries to stop. Really tries. But when you lean back down and flick your tongue over the tip of his right nipple in fast, wet little licks, his pelvis rocks upward again all on its own.

“Fuck.” he breathes, and it sounds like surrender.

You take pity on him. Or maybe you don’t, maybe you just want to see how far this goes. You switch tactics, sucking his left nipple deep into your mouth while your hand slides down to palm him through his jeans where he's pressed against you. He’s leaking. Soaked through. You can feel every twitch and pulse.

“You like that,” you say, not a question. “You really like that. Deny it again. I dare you.”

Dean opens his mouth. Closes it. His hips keep moving, shallow little thrusts into your hand like he can’t help himself. His head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat.

“I hate you.” he whispers, but his thighs are trembling on either side of you, and his hands have moved from your hips to tangle in your hair, holding you down against his chest, not pushing you away.

“No you don’t.” you murmur, and bite down gently.

He comes undone.

Not all the way—not the grand finale—but something in him snaps. His whole body goes loose and pliant under you, that stubborn jaw finally unclenching. When you look up, his eyes are hazy, dark, needy in a way Dean Winchester would never, ever admit to.

“Do it again.” he says, so quiet you almost miss it. Then, louder, rougher: “Please... Just—just do that again. The—the thing with your- your mouth.”

You smile against his skin. “The thing I’m doing right now?”

“Yeah.” he breathes. “Yeah, that. Don’t stop.”

And when you take him apart: slowly, thoroughly, licking and sucking and twisting until he’s nothing but a shuddering mess of oversensitive nerve endings and bitten-off curses, he never once tells you that guys’ chests aren’t sensitive again.

His hips, still grinding against you in that helpless, hungry rhythm, tell a much better story.

[inadoves]

ouu you think when puppy Sammy’s in heat he clings and whimpers to reader :((?? Early seasons sammy especially he’s just so sweet and gentle and probably apologizes for losing control as he has his way with u 💗

i think every season puppy!sam (except s6 soulless sam) does this, especially after his soulless era he becomes so afraid to hurt you and push you all over again. awww so cute!

he holds you really tight in missionary, kisses all over you. your nails will glide against his back and that’s really the best part for him because he really does feel all of you. your hot breaths and how they hitch whenever he slides his knot inside of you. he does the same, ears pinned back and tail wagging as he fucks into you. he licks your neck, your cheeks, inside of your ears.

if he thinks you’re too tense he’ll sit up, look at you and smile, even though it’s slightly strained from how badly he wants to keep going. he feels warm, sweating more than usual. “are you okay?” he says softly, hand finding its way to your face and petting you. you nod, teary eyed and blubbering. he’s really deep inside, a soft bulge forming as he fully pushes himself into you. his cock is a little bigger than usual, maybe thicker from his rut cycle amping his body. “m’okay. just a lot.” you whisper, closing your eyes as he wipes your eyes. that kind of makes his heart melt, how you cry so easily just from him inside you. “yeah? want me to pull out?” you shake your head, leaning into him. “no, please don’t.”

so he doesn’t. he snakes his arms around your waist, hugs you and buries his face into your neck, your breasts, under your chin. very skin-to-skin. you’re both kind of slipping and sliding, sweat slick like oil in a pan. it does help him move faster though, knees being the only anchor between your bodies and the bed.

his tip hits your cervical opening every time to the point it gets sore, but it’s that good sore like licking a rusty penny or pressing onto a bruise. with no signal to stop he just chases his own release, his large hands squeezing your ribcage in a way that could break you. he bares his teeth, you know it because you can feel the smoothness and sharpness nicking at your sternum. if he accidentally cuts your skin, he licks the redness and kisses it without breaking his rhythm.

he tries not to thrust too hard when he cums though. he kisses up your neck, lips trembling and head spinning from how ready he is, balls pulsing and knot swelling up already.

“n-need to cum— gonna cum.” he babbles, rubbing his face against yours. you nod, hands squeezing his shoulder blades. “m’sorry, so rough today. don’t mean it, just need it,” he moans, kissing your cheek. his voice is, uncharacteristically, very low, not even a whisper, as he cums inside you. you groan and clench your hands, turning your head and sobbing from the sudden stretch.

sam sits up as soon as he feels regulated, watches your scrunched little face and spreads his hand over your stomach. “you’re okay?” he asks, squeezing your hip. you nod languidly, toes and feet arching lightly. “okay, baby. go to bed. i’ll take us to the shower.”

[fi1iat3rra3]

sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him

content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping like w a kiss???, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,

wc; 1.2k

a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓

You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.

He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.

"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.

"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.

"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.

"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.

"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.

"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.

"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.

"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.

"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.

"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.

With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.

"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.

Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.

Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.

"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.

"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.

"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.

[padaleckiprincess]

Lowkey Sam get hits with a curse and just craves the reader. Like eating her out over and over again type shit and rambling/dirty talk how long he's wanted the reader and how in love he is with her 😇😇

like cake ⋆ sam winchester

18+ only ⋆ mdni sorry

pairing: older!sam winchester x f!reader

warnings: legal age gap, jerking off, fingering, cursing, smut, oral, fem receiving, love confessions

authors note: i wanted older sam for this idk why

Sam burst through the door with need in his eyes, and you’ve seen this look before one Dean when he sees pie. You are currently sitting on your bed with a book in your hand, and startled as he stares at you.

Sam then softens but only for a moment. He stands there staring for what feels like an eternity.

Then he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You roll your eyes because most of the time Sam is scolding you about being a liability for being young.

You never really understand his reasoning for saying you were too young. He started hunting when he was very young. You’re twenty two that’s plenty old enough.

He quickly walks to the bathroom, but then you hear him mutter something along the lines of ‘too fucking young, damn it’. You shrug and continue reading your book.

You hear things slam around in the bathroom, and you know better than to go check it out because what happened with dean on time.

It finally gets quiet in the bathroom, but you can hear Sam’s heavy breathing. You stand up and go closer to the door. You hear strangled noises coming from him, and you are pretty sure he is jerking off. You cover your mouth.

You then have an idea, and you slowly start to finger yourself under your skirt. You try to be quiet as best you can.

Around five minutes later Sam’s noises stop, and the door suddenly swings open. Then there you are with your hand under your skirt staring doe eyed up at Sam.

He doesn’t even ask you what you are doing he suddenly picks you up, and throws you on to the bed. You let out a little yelp and land with a thud.

“I need you”

Your eyes go wide becasue no way Sam just said this. The same Sam who says you are way too young for him.

He notices your shocked face, and rolls his eyes.

“How naive are you” he asks rudely.

“What?”

He rolls his eyes again, and pushes your shirt up as he sits on his knees infront of you.

“I was denying myself you for a long time…”

“Why?” You ask breathlessly as he starts to kiss up your thighs slow and tenderly.

“I wanted you since I laid my eyes on you, but this spell is making me act on it”

“Me too” you state the obvious, and remember how much you wanted Sam when you first met.

“I know” he laughs.

He starts to pull your panties down, and he tosses them aside, and looks at your dripping wet core before him. You shift under his gaze.

“You are beautiful” he whispers causing you to blush.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," he licks a long strip from your clit to your dripping wet hole.

He licks back up to your clit and sucks it harshly into his mouth. You let out a loud moan, and he groans sending a vibration through you.

He doesn’t ease into it anything when he adds two fingers into your dripping hole. He groans at your taste. He starts to finger you with a harsh pace. Making your legs tremble and shake.

“You taste so fucking sweet” he groans, then he softly adds “like cake”

He starts to suck your clit faster, and his fingers are pumping in and out of you at an even faster pace.

You feel the familiar coil in your lower belly tighten. You let out a loud moan as you start to come undone.

He doesn’t stop if anything he doubles his efforts, and he starts to eat you out more aggressively. You let out pathetic little whines.

After awhile he finally pulls back, and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

“Not done”

The curse keeps him there, his mouth working relentlessly. His tongue flicking fast over your clit before he flattens it and laps broad, messy strokes that make your hips buck against his face. Every sound you make only makes him go faster.

"I wanna stay down here forever” he mumbles into your pussy, words vibrating against you.

"Want to wake up with my tongue inside you and fall asleep the same way. You taste so fucking good when you’re close”

Those words of encouragement makes you come undone again for the second time, and your hips are bucking whilst against his face.

He doesn’t let you get a moment to calm down. His two fingers sliding inside you again while his mouth seals around your clit again. He curls them just right, sucking harder, tongue never stopping.

You keep whimpering and whining, and trying to push his head away from your pussy. You can feel all your come around you under your butt on the bed. This is going to be fun to explain to Dean.

By the time your third orgasm comes he pulls back, and changes his efforts into being gentle. It feels like a harsh change, and makes you feel like you are in heaven.

He pulls his mouth away and just gently fingers you, and he looks up “I love you” he says breathlessly. As soon as you come down from your third orgasm you gently pet his head as you finally sit up.

“Do you really?” you ask not halving him, and believing it’s the spell talking.

“Yes” you says pulling up your panties, and kissing your thighs gently.

He stands up, and kisses your forehead.

“I love you too Sam” you simply respond, and look up at him.

He smiles, and pulls you out of the wet bed, and leads out the room, and puts a clean sign up for the housekeepers.

You giggle and follow him out, and he leads you to the nearest diner.

authors note: i would never push him away

masterlist ⋆ sam masterlist

[inadoves]

a dog’s purpose

puppy!dean winchester x reader (18+)

warnings: average animal-like behavior from dean, rimming, creampie, knotting, needy!dean (sighs dreamily)

wc: 2.1k

note: puppy!sam has been all over my feed. i needed some puppy!dean too. i imagine dean is a husky or a german shepard tbh.

You were asleep.

At least trying to sleep.

Desperately, desperately trying to sleep.

You had the longest hunt of your career coming up, and you and Sam had been staying up most nights to prepare while Dean did fuck all. Sure, he was always at your side making his dumb little quips having the occasional epiphany that did actually add to the conversation, but otherwise it wasn’t much. He was brawn, you guys were brains. That’s just the way things were.

The sheets were cool and plush beneath you—your favorite ones that Dean had bought you as a birthday gift last year. He always knew what you needed, despite being seemingly up in the air most days.

You had a thing about not sleeping with him in your bed. His bed was fine, but yours was a different story. Dean was a drooler. A snorer. And worst of all, a humper.

That’s right. The great, big, all-powerful Dean Winchester humped his pillows in his sleep. And with his tail whacking at the sheets and his nose pressed into your neck, he was humping your back.

That is the reason why you didn’t let him sleep here. Your room is a sanctuary of peace—was, now, because Dean was so clingy with these desperate yet mischievous round eyes that opened your heart ten-fold. You couldn’t say no to him half the time. That was your biggest fault.

So there you laid, cheek pressed against your pillow as your stupid, hunky boyfriend rutted into your sleep shirt. His hard-on had gotten so wet it’d slipped out of his underwear, and since he never wore pants to sleep it was getting you all dirty and gross.

You knew you shouldn’t’ve let him sleep here tonight. But.. fuck. He did the thing. His ears reeled back, tail tucked between his legs after you’d yelled at him for practicing barking in your ear the entire time you were trying to read lore books. Halfway through a book about roman mythology—in latin, mind you, your second most fluent language—he started yammering like a fucking idiot, making your brain short-circuit like it wasn’t already fried and running on a large iced coffee and strawberry nutella pancakes.

You felt bad. How could you not when he started sulking around you for the next two hours? He sat by your feet and everything, hovering around you with soft huffs and whines of frustration and guilt. Poor baby Dean.

That’s the only reason you were here.

Somehow his cock had managed to slip under a strap of your underwear, his knot pressing desperately in between your ass begging for some stimulation. You wouldn’t give it, of course, but you wouldn’t push him away yet.

It wasn’t until he snuck his arms around your body and sprawled a leg out over yours that he started really trying to fuck you. Maybe he realized that you were getting a bit wet now, too. How couldn’t you? Or maybe it was just because he needed it oh, so bad. He always did, the insatiable thing.

That was your queue to squirm around somewhat. Your sudden movements of discomfort were making Dean whine into your shoulder, soft pants escaping his lips and his nose scrunched against your skin. You rolled your head around, now face to face with his flushed expression and disheveled hair.

“Dean.” You murmured, hand pressed against his abdomen as you tried to pull away. “Dean, wake up.” A few colorful words were exchanged one-sidedly before you finally decided to resort to mildly drastic measures. You reached over, hand fumbling around momentarily until your fingers wrapped around his furry little tail. You pulled. Hard.

That got him to wake up. His ears perked up and his eyes shot open, mouth falling open while he exuded a loud—“Fuck!!”

Oh, yes. Dean was awake.

“What- Fuck, what the hell’s wrong with you?!” He snapped, sniffling and whining. His tail whipped around and curled into itself soothingly. You rolled your eyes. Drama queen much. “I tried to wake you up! De, your dick is soaking my back. You need counseling for this shit.”

He let you go reluctantly, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his bicep. You sat up uncomfortably beside him. Despite his discontent, he looked so sweet. You were sure you only thought that because you were feeling bad again. A heavy sigh was released from your chest, your hand reaching out to run through his hair and scratch at his ear. “Sorry.” You murmured halfheartedly. He wasn’t convinced. “Sorry? That’s the second time you’ve been a dick to me today. You seriously owe me.”

He was trying to sound tough and scary, but he was still breathless from almost cumming up your shirt and the fading soreness of his backside. You smiled. “Yeah. I know. But you’re always humping something like you’re in a perpetual heat, you horn-dog.”

“So what? Can’t help it, everything I’ve got smells like you..” He turned his head to the side staring up at you desperately. His cock was standing straight up all lewdly, glistening and flushed and ready for you. “..Jesus. That’s really the only reason why?” Your hand brushed over his forehead, gently wiping away the sweat from his face as he nodded his head. “Yeah.. Everything I’ve got, goddamnit, everything smells like you. Like your perfume, your sweat, your saliva, your pussy.. fucking everything..”

Dean rolled up on his side, sitting up finally and towering over you. You stared up at him with wide eyes, hand falling down to rest on his arm. “Need you so bad right now.. Was so close, so fucking close before you woke me up.” His breath was getting shallower the closer he leaned in, finally kissing you like he was trying to eat your face off.

You didn’t mind, arms immediately slinging around his neck and shoulders as his tongue violated your mouth rather lovingly. Your teeth scraped together uncomfortably, but it was a small price to pay.

Hands, they were everywhere—in his hair, on your breasts, reaching and pulling off what little clothing each of you had until there was nothing left but skin on skin.

You felt him trail down to your cunt, the sopping wet muscle contracting around nothing as he traced lazy circles into your clit. “Fuck, De, just like that..” You moaned, turning your head against your pillow. Dean took that praise gaudily, a large smile forming on his face. His tail was whacking against his leg as he continued to watch your face flush and contort with pleasure.

“Y’like that? ‘S good?” He asked softly, kissing at your neck and licking soft circles into your skin. You nodded absentmindedly, hips bucking up into him. He slipped a finger inside you to test the waters, staring at you expectantly. In his eyes, there wasn’t anything you could do that wouldn’t make him horny. The way your eyes glossed over just now, soft lips passing his name through them. His cock bounced against his stomach unconsciously.

Dean added another finger, curling them inside your muscle. Your walls were sucking him in, clenching and convulsing as he scissored your insides to eventually, hopefully, accommodate his size.

“Fuck, Dean, feels- feels so, so fuckin’ good.. don’t ever stop. Y’re such a good boy..” You tipped your head back against your pillow. Oh, how your legs trembled with every word you spoke. He pulled his fingers out as you whined beneath him, immediately putting them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around to taste you on him.

“Y’taste so good.. so, so good.. Can I eat your pussy, baby? Jus’ need a little taste. It’s okay?” He begged, bucking his hips against your leg and rocking them forward. You didn’t actually hear him, just bits and pieces of it, but nodded anyway. He was eager as ever, completely awake and alert while pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your legs dangled on his shoulders once he was sitting on the floor—his absolute favorite way to eat you out. There was nothing better than watching your chest heave as he brought you the beautiful gift that is an orgasm. Your breasts would bounce and move hypnotically every time.

“Hold y’re legs up, yeah, there you go..” He murmured, instructing you to hug your legs to your chest. Your arms were squished between your thighs and calves, feet dangling in the air. Dean took his time despite everything, spreading you open with his thumbs and pressing his nose to your wetness. A sob of need ripped out your body.

“God, d-don’t tease me..” You thrashed around. “Please, Dean, hurry up!”

At your signal, he was on you, mouth hot and heavy as he licked up your folds flat with his tongue. He sucked at your clit like a lollipop making your toes curl in pleasure. He was taking note of everything: the way your fingers dug into your legs whenever he did something good, the way your breathing slowed and regulated when he did something wrong. All he wanted was for you to feel the same way he did: blissful.

His mouth trailed down towards your ass, his fingers spreading you apart. Without warning, he plunged his tongue against your asshole, nose buried in your pussy the whole time. He felt like he was getting high off your smell, every scent gland sparking up like a lighter. You squealed with embarrassment, legs kicking around for a while until you got used to the sensation. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stick his face anywhere near your ass, he just had always asked beforehand!

Your slick was dribbling down into your crack and catching at his tongue. He moaned around your rim, tonguing you slowly and sweetly the whole time. His thumbs dug into your flesh, opening your hole until he could see it puckering around his tongue.

Holy fuck, you were so close.

Your heartbeat was speeding up, you were getting all squirmy and clammy, and— he stopped. He stood up and smiled heartily, enjoying the way you immediately started whining and complaining.

“Who’s a bitch in heat now, huh?” He mused. You didn’t appreciate that gesture. “You’re such a- a drama queen! I didn’t even mean’ta do that!” You groaned. Dean grabbed at the base of his cock, the round knot red and angry from lack of stimulation. He rubbed himself all over your cunt, especially at your clit just to rile you up. You were about to start complaining again, about to really give it to him, but he started pushing himself inside you. Despite all that prep work, the sucking and licking and fingering and spreading, it never seemed to take.

One arm let go of your legs to grip at the sheets, soft sobs and whines of desperation leaving you. He bottomed out once he was mostly inside, knot bunched up and pressed against your cunt. He pulled your legs around his waist and started thrusting into you, doggish whines and whimpers of ecstasy leaving his mouth. His face was all red, eyes lidded and heavy. He was totally hypnotized by the feeling of your cunt.

“Fuuck, oh m’god!” He growled, sliding his hands to your hips and slamming himself up into you until his knot was forced inside. You squealed and tightened your legs around his waist, a soft sob escaping you but eventually it was overpowered by an instantaneous moan. “Y’re the best, baby, love that pussy of yours. Best I’ll ever have, y’know that?”

It was a lot of repetition like that, a mantra stuck in his head from his insatiable pleasure and desperation to fuck you until he couldn’t anymore. He’d stay here until his legs gave out, until his cock malfunctioned and he couldn’t get it up because you’d spent him out.

He lurched forward, forehead pressed between your breasts. He rutted into you a final few times, tip kissing at your cervix until he finally came inside you, his knot pulsating inside you. Your orgasm came quickly after, the pulsating sensations and Dean’s happy trail rubbing against your sensitive nub sending you over the edge.

Everything was hazy and white. You had dots in your vision to match his. You could feel him kiss and bite at your breasts with a few quiet murmurs of praise.

There was that thump-thump-thumping of his tail against his muscular thigh like the ticking hands of a clock. The sun shone between your curtains, and you both turned simultaneously.

Good morning, America.

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[jamesdeanbby]

x fem reader ୨୧ ִ ࣪ ⋆ dean winchester taking the strap like a good boy

character featured. dean winchester.ᐟ + sub.ᐟ dean rating: mature.ᐟ

The smirk, the swagger, the leather jacket, the “I’m fine” that means absolutely nothing. He’s spent his whole life being the strong one, the protector, the one who takes care of everyone else. So when you take charge? When you put him down? He short-circuits. Immediately.

requesting rules. masterlist.

Dean doesn’t do vulnerable. Dean does jokes and deflection and sex as a weapon. But with you.. the second you say “tonight, you’re going to let me fuck you,” his whole facade cracks. He laughs first. Nervous. A little too loud. “Yeah, right. That’s funny.”

Then he sees your face. Sees that you’re not joking.

His throat works. Adam’s apple bobbing. His hands find his own thighs, gripping hard. “You- wait. For real?”

You don’t answer. You just start unbuckling his belt.

And Dean lets you. That’s the thing. He could stop this. He’s stronger than you. But he doesn’t. His hips lift off the bed so you can pull his jeans down. His arms go over his head without being told. He’s already panting.

“This is so fucked up..” he whispers, but he’s half-hard. “You’re gonna make me into a- a bitch or sumthin'...”

“That's kind of the plan.” you say. “Now shut up and turn over.”

He does. God, he does. Dean Winchester, on his hands and knees, ass in the air, face burning red. He can’t look at you. He buries his forehead in his crossed arms and mumbles, “I hate you. I hate this.”

But his hips are already rocking. Small, involuntary circles. Seeking.

“sure you do, Deanie.”

When you grab his hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, he groans. Deep. Guttural. “Fuck. Yeah. Hold m'down. Don’ let me move. I’ll be bad. I’ll be so fucking bad. You have to make me.”

He talks constantly. Dean cannot shut up when he’s turned inside out like this. Sam whines and begs and cries. Dean runs his mouth like a fucking porn star, and it’s the hottest, stupidest thing you’ve ever heard.

You lube him up—two fingers, then three—and he chokes on a groan. His hips push back onto your fingers like a starving thing. “More. More, more, more. Give me another. I can take four. I want four. Stretch me open. Make me a mess.”

He’s dripping precum onto the sheets in thick, sticky strings. He reaches back with one hand and tries to help you finger himself. You slap his hand away.

He whines. Dean Winchester whines. “fuuuuckkk, jus' gimme anotherrrr.”

When you finally line up the toy he pushes back onto it before you can even thrust. Impales himself in one desperate, reckless movement.

“Oh fuck-”

His voice cracks, his arms give out. He collapses to his elbows, face in the sheets, ass still up, and he’s grinding back onto you. You grab a fistful of his short hair and yank his head back. He moans like a whore. His back arches harder, presenting himself to you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. You set a brutal pace: hard, fast and mean, and Dean meets every thrust with a slap of his hips, no shame, no hesitation. He’s fucking himself back on you so hard the headboard is banging against the wall.

“Harder-” he gasps. “Fucking destroy me. I want to limp tomorrow. I want everyone to know.”

He’s just a man. Loud, wrecked, and greedy.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck- yeah, yeah, yeah, just like that, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop, holy shit-”

His mouth is running nonstop. Dirty, broken, desperate nonsense. “You like that? You like fucking your boyfriend’s tight little ass? God, you’re so deep, you’re so deep- faster, come on, fuck me faster, I can take it, I’m not fucking made of glass-”

You, suprisingly, listen to his demands and speed up the pace to his heart's content.

“That’s my girl,” he pants, grinning through the sweat and the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “That’s my fucking girl. Look at you. Look at what you do to me. I’m such a mess. I’m such a fucking mess for you—”

He reaches back with one hand and spreads his own cheek wider. Wider. For you. Just to give you a better angle. Because Dean Winchester in doggy style isn’t just submissive—he’s an exhibitionist about it. He wants you to see every inch of how pathetic he is. He wants you to know that he’s yours.

“Harder,” he gasps. “Harder, harder, fuck- break me, I don’t care, I want to feel this tomorrow, I want to sit in the Impala and wince every time I hit a bump and remember-”

His cock is leaking onto the sheets, untouched, and he’s so close you can see it in the way his thighs shake. But he doesn’t ask to come. He doesn’t even think about it. All he wants is more. More thrusts. More depth. More of you.

“Tell me I’m yours-" he moans, and for the first time, his voice cracks. “Tell me I’m your good little slut. Tell me or I’m gonna fucking lose it-”

You lean down, lips to his ear, and you whisper exactly what he needs to hear. It makes him choke on a breath that turns into a sob once and then come so hard his vision whites out. His mouth falls open, eyes wide, as he spills all over the comforter in thick, pulsing ropes.

And when he comes back to himself, ten seconds later, he just laughs. A breathless, wrecked, happy laugh. He doesn’t move from his position. He just looks over his shoulder at you with those fucked-out green eyes and grins.

“So,” he says, voice hoarse. “Same time tomorrow?”

He’s already hard again.