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It’s been so long since I’ve logged into this blog and I gotta say, reading the reviews on my few posts really made my eyes water. Y’all are so kind I just want to hug you all, social distancing air hugs. Ugh. 

I really wanna get back into writing Dean. 

[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Drawn To The Darkness - Chapter 3

Series: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: Demon!Dean kidnaps the reader and threatens her life to keep Sammy off his back.

Words: 1′464

Warnings: Kidnap(in general), language, dark flirtation, smooching, slightly smutty talk, alcohol.

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Munnote: Feedback very very welcome, I’m loving this mini-series if I’m honest! Willing to do a chapter 4 if there’s some interest <3

Dean pushed you back against the wall, regaining whatever control you had dared to take. His tongue invaded your mouth until he drew back with his teeth clamping down on your lower lip. You whimpered, he bit hard enough to draw a drop of blood which he sucked into his mouth.

With a hum and a dark rooted chuckle, he released your lower lip and pushed his forehead against yours. “I can hear your heartbeat. How it picked up its pace in the last few seconds. I told you, you would warm up to me…” He purred, sliding a hand down your side.

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[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Drawn To The Darkness - Chapter 3

Series: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: Demon!Dean kidnaps the reader and threatens her life to keep Sammy off his back.

Words: 1′464

Warnings: Kidnap(in general), language, dark flirtation, smooching, slightly smutty talk, alcohol.

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Munnote: Feedback very very welcome, I’m loving this mini-series if I’m honest! Willing to do a chapter 4 if there’s some interest <3

Dean pushed you back against the wall, regaining whatever control you had dared to take. His tongue invaded your mouth until he drew back with his teeth clamping down on your lower lip. You whimpered, he bit hard enough to draw a drop of blood which he sucked into his mouth.

With a hum and a dark rooted chuckle, he released your lower lip and pushed his forehead against yours. “I can hear your heartbeat. How it picked up its pace in the last few seconds. I told you, you would warm up to me...” He purred, sliding a hand down your side.

... You breathed out slowly. The tilt in your chin searching for his lips the second they parted away. His voice, his touch, you were drawn in. But. Your head began to shake as your chest heaved and you pushed him away and stepped back against the wall, fingers splaying out against the plaster as you locked a wide-eyed expression onto his.

 “I’m drunk.” You whispered the pitiful protest. You weren’t. Drunk, that was - you were just s h o c k e d. Perhaps even a p p a u l e d by your own behaviour. Who gets kidnapped and then wants to get off with said kidnapper? Surely someone very, very wrong in the head. You would laugh if you weren’t completely stilled and absolutely petrified of his next move. 

Demons didn’t care, right? Couldn’t. There was nothing stopping him taking you if he wanted, and would it be your fault? Leading him on? Enticing him? Jesus Christ, did moral rules even apply in a situation like this? Especially when you realised, you did, in fact, want him. No, correction, you needed him. At least that’s what your body was telling you. 

This past week you’d be lying if you told yourself your eyes hadn’t wandered his figure, even admired his shape, the way his muscles flexed when he moved. Just because he was a demon didn’t mean you couldn’t look. You weren’t blind, he was fucking hot. 

No, second correction, he was built like a god damn greek god and you’d damn yourself to hell with him just to swipe a cheeky tongue up his abs. Wait what? You shook those thoughts away and found yourself frowning deeply as you watched Dean nod and walk away. Straightening up, your eyes followed him and you watched him pour himself a generous amount of whiskey. He even took a seat and put the TV on. What the fuck? 

“Is that it?” You scoffed. The words flew out your mouth before you could stop them. “Is what it?” Dean didn’t even look at you, his eyes focused on the screen as if he couldn’t give a shit. “You’re not even going to-” you paused, thought about not saying it, but what the hell... “You’re not even going to try and convince me to carry on?” 

You folded your arms, even felt fucking offended that he continued to sit there and chuckle. “What, I’m fucking amusing to you now? Oh yeah, poor, sad, desperate Y/N, can’t even get a soulless thing to want her.” You spat, stomping towards him just to snatch the bottle beside him. 

“Is that what you think?” Dean chuckled some more which only served to fuel your bitterness as you made it known by dropping down on the bed with force. “That’s what happened.” You muttered, unscrewing the cap and taking two or three gulps from the whiskey bottle. 

Throwing your head back against the pillow with your eyes shut, you hadn’t even noticed Dean move until you felt the dip in the bed. Your eyes shot open to find him sitting next to you, that stupid smirk plastered on his lips, crinkling the corners of his green eyes that glimmered with amusement. 

“I could convince you.” He tilted his head, reached for the bottle in your grasp and took it from you. “But I’d rather not need to.” He added, causing your brows to knit together. As he wrapped his lips around the bottle, you found your eyes pulled towards the action. He had nice lips, they felt softer than you’d imagined. Which of course, you had. No use denying it now. 

“What does that mean?” A simple enough question, you thought, sitting up with your arms crossed. “It means I want you when you fully accept that you want me. When you’re not drunk on whiskey and making bold moves after five days of silence.” He chuckled. That smart ass, cocky chuckle. 

“What it means, Y/N, is that I think you’d look really good pleading for me just to touch you.” Dean’s tone darkened and your jaw swung open. God damn, he had that sexy gravel in his tone that made your stomach flip. Honestly, at this moment, you questioned whether there was anything you wouldn’t let him do to you. 

“Oh.” Was all you could manage. You noticed that his eyes hadn’t moved from yours and though you felt like you could combust just from his stare, you didn’t look away either. “Oh.” Dean grinned, all teeth and charm. He looked so... Boyish. So human. 

But of course, it only put the fact he wasn’t to the front of your mind. “You sound so sure that’ll happen.” You noticed, finding his confidence quite irritating. “It won’t.” You tightened your lips and scoffed when he openly laughed at you. 

“It will, In-fact, I’m willing to bet it could happen right now. Maybe if I just told you where I’d like to put my mouth.” Dean twisted and placed a hand on your thigh, causing your eyes to look straight down. “Or how I’d use my tongue.” 

You felt the redness creep up your neck. His words made your thoughts impure, which you imagined was his goal. He was right, you could so easily just dive on him right now, but you were also stubborn. You just told him it wouldn’t happen, no way could you go back on that in under a minute. 

“Nice try.” Pushing his hand off your thigh, you dared to look up and point to the other side of the room. “Your bed is over there, black eyes.” There was an assertive tone to your voice that contradicted the pool of desire in your stomach. 

Dean’s smirk returned and in a sudden move, he shot forward, eyes as black as ink. “Boo.” He taunted, the whole move making you gasp and fall back against the pillow. He chuckled and stood up, sauntering off towards his bed and suddenly you felt like you were right not to let him into your pants. 

“Fucking asshole.” You said out loud, huffing and puffing until you got comfortable. “I think I liked it better when you didn’t talk, at least your insults were only in your mind.” He was still chuckling. Like you were so incredibly amusing to him. Maybe when he looked at you all he saw was a dancing clown there to bring some hilarity to his day?

What you hadn’t even realised was that he’d just told you he could read your thoughts. Maybe tomorrow when the cloud of alcohol lifted you would, or maybe your brain simply wouldn’t allow you to. If you realised then you’d be forced to acknowledge that he knew all about the dirty thoughts you’d been having, which would naturally be absolutely mortifying. 

“I’ll be silent from now on.” You grumbled from under the blanket. Your thighs pressed together and you couldn’t help but sigh. Did you really win this fight? Going to sleep turned on and unsatisfied? It didn’t take long for you to blackout though, falling into a deep slumber.

--

You awoke with a groan and a quiet whimper, your head pounding even before you opened your eyelids. The light blistered through the crack in the curtains and it wasn’t until you really pulled yourself around to a state of consciousness that you noticed something very, very wrong. Those weren’t curtains, this wasn’t your bed.

“What the fuck?” You squeaked. “What the fuck?” You repeated. “Mornin’ sunshine. We’re taking a roadtrip.” A strange voice called from the passenger seat of the moving car. Was he British? He sounded British. The unfamiliar voice made you panic. You didn’t recognise him, nor did you recognise the driver. You did, however, know the man in the back seat with you.

“How did you sleep?” Ah. Dean. You pulled your eyes towards him and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least you hadn’t been kidnapped by another man, right? But... “How did we get here?” You looked around the car, tearing your legs off Dean’s. 

Did he carry you in here? Put your legs on his so you could keep sleeping? How the hell didn’t you wake up? You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again and give him a silent glare instead. You were tired, confused and quite frankly, grumpy as hell. You weren’t going to rise to the situation. Silence was what you vowed, silent is how you would stay.

“Well, she’s a peach. Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re nearly at our destination. You can tend to your needs whilst we tend to our business.” The British man twisted around, holding out a hand in a gesture for you to shake it. “Name’s Crowley.” 

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[sinfulsoulx]

Could you maybe do a Dean x Reader where it’s kind of a soulmate au where a red string is tied around your pinkie and on the other end is your soulmate? Dean and the reader have no idea that they are tethered?

I can certainly do a fic like this, it sounds awesome! If you wouldn’t mind explaining the red string a little more for me though? How do you mean, on the other end of? 

[sinfulsoulx]

Okay but black eyed Dean? A whole snack.

Oh hell yes he is! 

[sinfulsoulx]

Are you making a third part to "Drawn To The Darkness"? Sorry, I only wrote darkness last ask.

It’s been a while but absolutely, I began to create a chapter series and I’ve been working on a third part for the last couple hours! 

[sinfulsoulx]

Hey there, do you have a masterlist?

Hi! I have a list of characters I’m willing to write about but that’s it for me, I’m a really simple indie blog (tech lowkey boggles my brain) if you’re looking for something in particular just message again and I can answer for you :)

[sinfulsoulx]

hello to any followers who still?? follow me???? it’s been a while, i’m sorry! 

i’m back now and taking dean winchester x reader fics if anyone would like to send me a suggestion! 

(( tumblr removed most my smutty fics because of the new rules *sigh* )) 

pretty please? 

xo, riri

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Summary: Dean x Reader are in a long term relationship. Reader gets possessed by a demon that’s intent on breaking her soul mate, lover & best friend Dean by making him believe she has never truly loved him. 

Warnings: angst, tears, heartache, language, possession, gun.

Word count: 1′282

Mun note: This hurt. That’s all I gotta say about this. Feedback is always welcome and wanted and if you ever wanna be tagged in future stuffs, drop me a dime! 

Y/N walked almost aimlessly into the bunker. Sweaty, dirty, a little bloody and over-all quite a state. And still, your boyfriend appeared, wrapping you in his arms with no hesitation. “Y/N, you’ve been gone two days...” Leaning back, he cupped your face and searched for an explanation.

Your mind was screaming. You had left to kill a vampire and somehow, ran into a demon. No time to call for help, you had to fight, but the demon caught the upper hand. They burned through the anti possession tattoo on your wrist and took you captive. 

Hell, it was a field day once they knew of your connection with the Winchesters, specifically the elder one. Rather than taking you, this demon wanted to destroy Dean - as many of them wanted the same thing, that part wasn’t surprising. What was frightening was the fact that they were going to make you do it. 

Dean was your everything, as you were his. You knew his every insecurity, vulnerability, fear, therefore, so did the demon - you didn’t even need to wonder how the black eyed creature was going to break down your lover. 

“We need to talk.” The demon muttered. In those two days, the demon had attuned itself perfectly to your every mood, tone, trait, memory, right down to the way you walked. It wanted to be convincing, it wanted Dean to fully believe this was you who was about to break his whole world.

No, no, no, no! Please! Please don’t do this. Take me, use me, just leave - leave, don’t- don’t hurt him! Your inner voice was wailing inside your own head. You couldn’t physically stop the words or the serious pair of eyes as they gazed into those beautiful green ones you adored so much it took your breath away. 

“I’m moving out, Dean.” The demon’s voice was as small as the one you would have whenever you were about to hit home with something emotive. “I- I wasn’t really on a vampire hunt. I needed some space. From hunting and- from you,” The demon forced your gaze to the ground, cleared your throat and wobbled your head. 

You could only watch in horror, as though you were watching a movie, but this was no chick flick, this was a hell-beast using you, your body, your mind, your voice, every inch of you, in order to break your boyfriend. And you knew, if he didn’t see the burned off possession tattoo, that he would believe it.

Dean was very insecure when it came to love, specifically, believing people outside of his brother, Sam, could love him unconditionally. That’s how you and consequently, the demon, knew this would work. It’s why the demon had put on your jacket, to cover the tattoo that would give the gig away.

“Y/N...” Dean didn’t know what to say, he didn’t understand. He was looking at you like you had just slaughtered a little puppy in-front of him. “Please, please don’t make this harder. I’m not happy, D. I’m- I’m miserable, I-” The demon perfected the way you would choke on your words when you were trying to explain something that upset you.

Honestly, you felt nauseous, so much so you damn well hoped it would impact the demon controlling you, but it didn’t. Of course it didn’t, that would be too easy. “Miserable?” Dean picked out that word, in a quiet tone, one you had never, ever heard before. He sounded... Nervous. Fuck, he sounded broken. 

“I don’t love you anymore, Dean. I’m not even sure I did at all and- and I’m sorry,” the demon forced tears to your eyes, flailed your hands out at your front, just like you would do when you were panicking. “I’ve been so lost and then I found you and Sam and- Well, you know, you know it was after I lost my father and,” the demon put hands over your face and arched forward briefly. 

“I’ve been realising lately that what I thought was love, was just security. You made me feel safe and... I don’t need that anymore. I can look after myself. And I’m sorry... I’m so sorry because... Because I know how hard it is for you to let someone in and I can’t believe I’m doing this to you but- It’s not right for me to lie.” Inside your own head, you hadn’t stopped begging the demon to stop, although it was obviously no use.

“You’re such a good man, Dean, you deserve everything... You deserve happiness and love and... I’m just... I’m not the one to give it to you.” God fucking damn, this demon almost had you convinced. Even if Dean wasn’t insecure, how the hell could he refuse this Oscar winning performance? 

Those words struck him like a lightening bolt, you could tell. The pain in his eyes was instant, the hitch in his breathing that seemed to get trapped inside his lungs, the glassy eyed vision that was born from him holding back tears, the clenched fists and jaw... And still, he was silent. 

For what seemed like a decade, he was quiet. He was studying you and you hoped and prayed that instinct would outweigh insecurity and he would know you would never, ever do this. “D, say something...” The demon whispered. 

Dean sucked in a breath as the first stray tear drops dropped like a fall from his eyes. “It’s okay.” He muttered. “What?” The demon whispered, continuing the facade of you perfectly. “I said it’s okay, Y/N,” Dean repeated.

His voice was broken. Defeated, but he smiled. God damn this beautiful, tragic man, he smiled, however heartbroken and betrayed, he didn’t yell at you. “Hell, I always thought I was punchin’ above my weight with you...” Dean shifted his footing, his shoulders tense, the tears obvious on his flushed cheeks. 

“You do what you gotta do for you. I won’t be the reason you’re rollin’ in the dirt.” Dean stepped to the side, as if to let you go to your room and pack. You were sobbing, screaming. Was that it? Dean thought that little of you? No. No. You had to remind yourself this wasn’t about you. It wasn’t. 

This was about decades of his own fears of losing people, or rejection. You’d fight this. Somehow you would fight this and make it right. Apparently luck was on your side because as the demon started to pass the elder Winchester, you were fuelled with that much rage and grief that something burst. 

You wobbled, eyes darting around, only needing a split second to realise you had taken control back. “Dean-” Spinning around, you gripped his arm and used your other to roll the sleeve of your jacket up. 

“Dean, it’s not me, I wouldn’t d-ahhh!” You cried out, hands flying to your head as the demon quickly forced you back down into your subconscious. “Y/N,” Dean yelled. He’d seen the broken anti possession tattoo. He knew. That’s what mattered. That’s how you knew everything would be fine... Right?

“Well,” The demon, in your voice and now with a set of pitch black eyes, pulled the gun from your jeans and aimed it towards Dean. “I only wanted to break your spirit. I guess now I gotta kill you. Can’t be lettin’ a Winchester roam free while I’m riding his girl,” the demon giggled in your sweet, soft tone. 

“You let her go right now or I swear I-” Dean’s tone was vicious, but was quickly halted as the demon turned the gun and pressed it under your chin. “Ah, ah, ah. You wouldn’t want me to pull this trigger now, would you, Winchester?”

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@teddyboobear @dean-winchesters-bacon @akshi8278 @meganywinchester

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Title: Drawn To The Darkness - Part 2

Series: Part 1

Summary: Demon!Dean kidnaps the reader and threatens her life to keep Sammy off his back.

Words: 2′045

Warnings: Kidnap, language, abuse(light), darkish flirtation, smooching.

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Munnote: As requested, here’s a part 2. Love me some demon Dean, who could resist? As always, feedback is V welcome! 

Five days and seven hours. That’s how long you’d been stuck to this demons hip. He’d attempted conversation on numerous occasions, but you hadn’t spoke a word. Not one. This man kidnapped you and he thought it was okay for small talk? Absolutely not. 

You had to admit though, he was kind of hilarious, not that you let him know that. You had to stew in your silence until you were ready to talk to him. You’d already tried to sneak away twice, both times being an epic fail. What you noticed though, was that he wasn’t angry. 

Well, not angry enough to hurt you. He did say he wouldn’t, providing his brother stayed away. So what, your fate relied on this mystery brother who’s only wrong was wanting to save him? You were so, so screwed.

An audible sigh escaped you as you stepped out of the motel and made a b-line for the bar. Dean was wherever the hell doing whatever the hell. He usually came back covered in blood and you didn’t really want to be around for that. 

You knocked back some shots and for the first time in days you felt some relief. You even sat with a couple guys and laughed. A couple hours had passed and you were actually feeling like your old self. 

Of course, you hadn’t forgot the situation you were in but, that being said, was it so bad? Dean hadn’t hurt you, he needed you. Was that evil? You were confused. Whether it was the alcohol making you feel that way wasn’t the point, the point was, you had nothing to lose by staying in his grasp. Not that you had a choice.

No family or friends that you cared to know anymore, you skipped out on that years ago. You brushed the hair out your face and stood up, ready to call it a night. “Where you goin’, baby?” 

One of the men you were sat with grabbed your wrist and you tugged away instantly. “Yeah, we’re just gettin’ started there’s no need to be hasty.” The both of them stood up, towering over you. 

Your eyes narrowed and your shoulders stiffened when one of them closed in on you. “No.” You shook your head and side stepped, only to find his hand on your arm. “She said no.” Dean seemingly just appeared, his booming voice startling all of you. 

The men laughed and the one holding you tugged you against him. Dean stepped forward but you were already on it, delivering a harsh kick to the guys stomach. “Asshole.” You grumbled, scurrying away from him when he keeled over.

“I wasn’t running.” You folded your arms over yourself as you looked at Dean. It was the first thing you’d said to him in almost six days. He looked furious, but not with you. “You weren’t?” He offered you a sideways smile, barely lifting his gaze from the men. 

“I was just bored.” You grumbled and started walking to the door. The clash of glasses made you whip your head around. “Dean-” you choked, staring at the two men pinned to the bar wall. “Dean, don’t.” 

“Don’t?” He lifted a brow as he looked towards you. “Do you have any idea what would have happened to you if they’d have dragged you from this bar? ‘Cos I do.” He snapped, making you swallow the lump in your throat. 

He sounded convincing, your eyes looked around at the two young girls in the corner, hiding behind the table and you shook your head. It could have been them, they might not have been so lucky. It made your stomach twist. “Okay.” You whispered. You couldn’t help but think, if these were terrible men, was Dean not doing a service? 

“Okay?” Dean repeated, a small amount of surprise on his face. His face twisted into a smirk and he chuckled. “I mean- they might deserve it but... You probably shouldn’t leave a body trail, thinking about it.” You frowned. What the fuck? Were you trying to help him? Remind him that he shouldn’t tip his brother off about where they were? Man, you were so screwed up. 

“You make a good point.” Dean tilted his head, releasing the men from the wall. They hit the ground with a thud and you turned to walk, only to find yourself wobbling. Not enough to fall yet Dean’s hands slid around the back of your waist. You stilled and every nerve in your body tensed up. 

“I got you.” He chuckled, but it, to your ear,  sounded dark. Almost like a taunt. You sucked in a breath and removed his hands. “And they say chivalry is dead... Oh wait, it might be, I’m your prisoner, not your friend, not your companion, not your one nighter.” You spat, your liquid confidence fuelling your voice. 

You stormed out the bar, surprised when you made it back inside the motel without Dean reacting to your vicious words. It only served to make you a little nervous. What if he was waiting? Waiting for you to be behind a closed door before he could redeem his title as the dominant one? 

You heard it slam behind you and froze with your back still turned to him. “You have a mouth on you, Y/N,” his voice was stern. If you knew him better, you’d be able to tell that actually, a big part of him was amused and appreciative of it, but alas, you didn’t. Not that it would stop you sticking up for yourself. 

“Let’s break this down, hm?” Dean stalked closer until his grip had you spinning around. His hands squeezed against your arms to hold you in place and you hadn’t the courage to look up at him. You feared what would be in his eyes. 

“I already explained why I need you. I explained I wouldn’t hurt you. I even went so far as to tell you why I chose you. Now, for days you haven’t spoke a word to me. Twice you have tried to escape me without any real idea of what I am and what I can do.” Dean’s tone was firm, you could hear the rumble in his chest.

But what could you do other than remain in his grasp? “And have I laid a violent finger on you?” Dean lifted his brows as if he expected an answer from you. It only made your face crumple up as though you were confused. 

“You are holding me here against my will, Dean.” You spat. “Get off me. No. Listen-” you wriggled and shoved and to your surprise, he let you go with no fight. “Saying you’re not going to hurt me is one thing, but don’t think I forgot the loophole.” You stepped back and shook your head. 

“I don’t matter to you. You don’t care. Don’t pretend. You only need me to keep your brother away. Remember saying that? ‘Cos I sure as hell do. So, forgive me if I’m not entirely thrilled that MY life rests in the hands of a brother who probably won’t stay away.” You growled. 

“Family is everything to most people Dean, so if you needed an innocent life to protect yourself from him trying to do- well, whatever it is he wants to do... Then I’m sorry, but it’s not going to work. Your brother is going to come for you and when he does, he won’t bow down and... You’ll feel pushed to kill me.” 

You finally released the breath you were holding. You were so calm, it almost frightened you. Was it the alcohol? No. Was it not having anything to lose? No. It was that you weren’t scared to die. Part of you even thought you would finally find some peace in death. You were so fucked up, you knew that, but this was another level. 

“Y/N,” Dean almost looked perplexed, which made you scoff and hold your hand up in-front of him. “You know, maybe you should just kill me. Go back to the bar and kill those men too. What do I care,” you snarled as you leaned to one side and folded your arms over your chest. 

You were bluffing as much as you weren’t but the alcohol in your blood kept you calm - it made you not care as much about being killed right here and now. “I hate repeating myself, Y/N, but once more, I am not going to hurt you.” Dean’s entire expression twitched as he stepped back into your space. 

“There is no reason we can’t make this work. You’re too bent on the fact you think you’re a prisoner, you’re not.” Dean tilted his head. He almost sounded convincing, but, a prisoner was exactly what you were? Otherwise he’d let you leave. 

“So I took you. What from? A dive bar? Strangers? I haven’t plucked you from anything you had no issue leaving.” Dean lifted his brow, casting a hand onto your jaw. He had a solid point. He didn’t make you leave a single thing you would miss. “I might be a demon, but should that make me evil?” He curled his lips upwards.

You narrowed your eyes as they drifted down to his plump lips. You would not be fooled by that pretty smile and those green eyes - not when you knew what those green eyes shifted into. “I can show you the world. I can keep you safe from anything. We can be great together.” Dean’s tone had drifted into a seductive purr.

Although you had wished you had the strength, you were already considering everything he said before he left you with that last comment. Still within his hold, your lips had parted and you dared to lift your eyes to focus on his. “I don’t trust you.” You whispered, earning an almost boyish smirk from Dean. 

“But you will, with some time. Once I prove to you that I’m going to live up to my end and keep you safe.” You searched his eyes, there was so little emotion there and yet, you weren’t afraid. He was so adamant and, if he was a demon, why would he lie? Certainly not to soothe you, that was for sure. 

So what? “Unless your brother chooses to come for you in spite of me being here.” You moved your head closer to his, the liquid courage surfacing as you held his gaze. It never faltered, he merely shook his head. “Maybe.” He licked his lower lip. 

“What does that mean?” You scoffed. “It means... I’m not sure I’m willing to let you go. You’re a firecracker... I like it.” Dean’s tone was hushed, enough to make your heart skip a beat. What the hell was happening here? What was he doing to you?

“So I should be flattered?” You attempted to hold your annoyance, but your voice was weaker now, confused. You almost believed him. Whether it was lack of judgement or alcohol, or both? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that, you wanted to kiss him. 

As though he read your mind, his lips slammed against yours and you instantly shoved him away. “What-” you stopped, staring at him as he remained stood still, lips parted, eyes dark - your breathing caught in the back of your throat.

Not another word and you’d stepped back to him, crashing your lips against his in a feverish, hungry kiss. Perhaps you’d sober up and regret it in the morning, but for the moment? You relented to desire. What this man was didn’t mean you hadn’t appreciated his form. 

Dean pushed you back against the wall, regaining whatever control you had dared to take. His tongue invaded your mouth until he drew back with his teeth clamping down on your lower lip. You whimpered, he bit hard enough to draw a drop of blood which he sucked into his mouth. 

With a hum and a dark rooted chuckle, he released your lower lip and pushed his forehead against yours. “I can hear your heartbeat. How it picked up its pace in the last few seconds. I told you, you would warm up to me...” He purred, sliding a hand down your side. 

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@dean-winchesters-bacon @teddyboobear @closetspngirl @fangirlanotherjust 

[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Tongue Tied

Summary: Requested by m’lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon: *Reader goes on a solo hunt, reader comes back all tense, Dean takes care of her, maybe a bath, massage, leading to smuts*

Words: 2′938

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut (smutty SMUT y’all. this is your warning)

Characters: Dean x Reader

Mun note: Fluffy Dean is one of my faves <3

“Why are you yelling?” You growled out as you stomped down the hall of the bunker, a very pissed off Dean following behind you. 

“You went after a nest of vampires on your own, Y/N,” he said, as if to explain his fury.

“You weren’t here. You and Sam were hours away and I was a hunter before I met you two, I don’t need your permission to go out and do my job.” 

“You could have called!” Dean clenched his fists. He was hella pissed, but it was, in reality, because he was so damn afraid of losing you. He knew you were a friggin’ awesome hunter, but going out there alone? It scared him to death. He’d lost so much. Too much. Vowed to himself that he’d never let anyone in again but, here you were, the center of his heartbeat. 

Part of the reason he kept fighting. You infuriated him with what he thought were reckless decisions just as much as you made him smile because, it was admirable and hell, most’a your choices were exactly what he’d do too. 

You’d slammed the door in his face, regretting it the second he was out your sight. Your palms pressed against the door and you had to choke back a sob. You were successful in your hunt, that wasn’t the point of the argument. 

How could you be so mean? He was only angry because he was worried. A sigh escaped you as you perched on the edge of the bed, your hands rubbing gently at your shoulders. You were sore, aching actually, from your neck down to your feet.

You may have ‘won’ and killed the vamps, but that wasn’t to say they hadn’t the chance to toss you too and fro for a while, enough to make you feel like your own flesh was out to kill you with the insistent buzz, created by the bubbling bruises. 

Parts of your arms, your legs, everywhere, they were turning discoloured and it was once you had really looked at the state of yourself, you calmed down. How many times had you seen Dean with wounds and bruises? How many times had you been furious because the thought of him being hurt, being taken away from you had sparked an argument?

You sighed, relenting into a little sadness and your own discomfort as you wandered out your room and towards his.

You knocked gently, startled when he appeared behind you, grabbing the hands that had instantly came up to attack. With a hold on your wrists, he said nothing and just dipped his head down to near yours. “Come with me.” 

His tone sounded ominous. He released one hand and slid down the other till he was tugging at your hand. You couldn’t help the confusion wash over your face as your feet padded behind him. You weren’t scared, Dean would die before he hurt you, so that just left you curious. 

He’d lead you all the way down the hall, to the bathroom nobody ever used. Inside was a very oversized bathtub, fancy tiles, the whole shebang that just wasn’t any of your styles. None of you cared for such luxury, nor did any of you really have time to consider that you could simply just enjoy it. 

Dean let go of your hand once he’d walked you inside and you choked on your own breath, enough to make your hand grasp at your throat. Your eyes filled up as you looked at him and then back out, scanning the surroundings.

Feathers and rose petals across the floor, the room lit up only by the mass of candles dotted all around... The large bathtub, filled to the brim with steamy water and bubbles and your favourite mix-tape low in the background. 

For fuck sake. Why did he have to be like this? He made you melt. These moments, they were vulnerable for him. He didn’t display this sort of intimate kindness without much consideration. So, to know he trusted you? Urgh. “Dean,” you sighed, softly so as you turned your gaze to his. 

“The thought of anything happening to you, Y/N-” he cut himself off as he cast his gaze down with a shake of his head. “I just want to protect you. I want to keep you safe and I know that’s stupid ‘cos none of us are ever safe but when I think that something could happen to you...” Dean puffed out a shaky breath. 

You only gave him a small nod and a pair of eyes that suggested to him that, that was exactly how you felt about him being out there too. But it was just the world you two lived in, you had to accept it. “Just let me take care of you,” Dean shook his head.

“You do. I’m just- stubborn.” You sighed, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled, clearly agreeing with you. “I’m sorry I make you worry.” Giving him a smile, he mirrored it and nodded towards the bath. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked, making you shrug. “Bruised. I’m alright.” You assured. You were alive, the pain would ease in a couple days. You unzipped your jacket and he came around behind you to help you shrug it off. 

There was a moment where he stilled and sighed quietly, letting his fingers ghost over your the discoloured patches of skin. You could tell it upset him but he didn’t say anything and just helped you out of your clothes. 

“Should be hot enough for you,” he offered you his hands so you didn’t slip as you climbed in. “Are you not joining me?” You gave him a pout, letting your body disappear into the water. 

“If I join you it’ll be stone cold by the time we get out.” He lifted an amused brow and you only pouted harder. “Alright, alright,” Dean rolled his eyes and chuckled. He didn’t need much convincing. 

You moved forward, curling your arms around your knees under the water as he undressed. The water rose to the brim when he got in, threatening to spill over the edges. “Hot,” he almost hissed, tearing a laugh from your lips. “Me or the water?” You teased. 

“Both. C’mere,” you could hear the smile in his tone as his hands curled around your hips and slid you closer to him. His grip was as gentle as the kiss he pressed to your shoulder. 

Dean lathered his hands in soap before bringing them to your shoulders, the pads of his fingers squeezing and rolling to release the tension. You hummed quietly, dropping your head forward with a smile on your face. 

You noticed he was careful enough to avoid your bruises, opting to dance around them with skill and tender care. “I could get used to this.” You sighed, happily so. 

“By all means.” Dean chuckled, like he was in his element here just because you were letting him look after you. His hands continued their work on your shoulders until all the knots were gone and you could actually relax comfortably against his front. 

Your eyes followed the trail of his hands, tickling your skin under the water, gliding up and down your hips. You turned your head to the side and tipped up as he dipped down, catching you in a feverish kiss. 

You savoured the taste of his mouth, tainted with the whiskey he’d knocked back probably to aid in soothing his fury. His hands came up to grope your breasts and you chuckled against his mouth. “Sly move,” you whispered. 

“Nothing sly about it,” he grinned, pinching your nipples until he got a reaction out of you. He chuckled in the back of his throat and you couldn’t hide the growing smile on your face. 

You could feel his erection starting to poke into your spine but you avoided making some cheesy comment. This was Dean’s idea, you were happy to follow whatever direction he would take you in. 

With his hands now on your thighs, rubbing and squeezing, you closed your eyes and rested the back of your head on his shoulder. “Is this ok?” He teased, letting you feel the smile on his lips as he ghosted them under your ear. “Mm-hm. Feels nice.” You nodded. 

The movement of his legs made you peel your eyes open but you couldn’t see through the bubbles. You could feel it though, he manoeuvred his legs up over yours and spread them, locking them beneath his. 

You licked at your lower lip and your stomach flipped in anticipation, but a couple minutes passed and he was yet to move his hands from your thighs. A frown spread across your face, a small pout to follow as you shifted a little. 

“Still good?” He asked. And you knew that tone. That smug, teasing tone. You huffed quietly and crinkled your nose when he audibly laughed. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” 

“You’re being mean. I thought you wanted to take care of me?” You challenged, biting back the smile that threatened to crease up your face. “Patience.” He countered. You weren’t looking at him, but you could just imagine the shit eating grin plastered all over his face. 

Dean was a master at working you up, getting you to squirm before he even touched you. You’d be damned if you didn’t hate it as much as you loved it. His hands roamed around for a couple more minutes, until you were relaxed, until the ache in your body disappeared and was replaced by an ache much more pleasant. 

He settled a hand between your breasts and trailed the other down your stomach until finally... He dipped his middle finger between your folds, tracing down and back up to apply pressure against your sweet spot. He circled slowly as he peppered kisses against your neck. 

“Better?” He hummed, smiling as you responded with a gentle mewl. He took that as an invitation and set up a delicious rhythm. You rolled your hips and he jolted his legs tighter around yours, trapping you tighter that thus, making it near impossible for you to move. 

Your whimper made him coo in your ear, sliding two fingers into your core with his free hand. His thick digits opened you up, curling themselves inside your walls. You released a shaky breath and lifted a hand out the water to grab the side of the tub, the other creating a vice like grip on his thigh. 

You willed him to pick up the pace, his skilled fingers had your body tingling with need, but it wasn’t quite enough and he knew it. This was his sweet revenge, you imagined. Build you up, make you sweat, make you plead. And as much as you always tried not to let him win, he always did. 

Dean nipped at the skin on your neck, sucking until a dark imprint was left as evidence. The sensations were overwhelming, like you were dancing on the edge of bliss. “Breathe.” He whispered. 

You noticed then you’d started to hold your breath, focusing too much on the knot in your stomach. You breathed in, then out, jerking your hips against the thrust of his fingers. “Good,” Dean’s hushed tone made you shiver. 

“Mm, Dean,” your sounded a little more needy than you wanted, but he was being a friggin’ tease. The way his fingers worked your clit, brushed at your g-spot, speeding up and slowing down whenever you’d near your peak. 

The string of moans had him solid, fighting his own need to take you right there, you could tell. You whined. If he wanted you to beg, hell, you weren’t above it. You imagined this was his sweet revenge. Or was it his way of putting you back in your place? In the best kind of way, of course. 

“Dean please.” You slurred in a silky seduction, enough to bring a quiet rumble from his chest. You thought you were winning and then suddenly, removed his fingers, ceasing all movements. “Dean?” You choked, turning that rumble into a dark laughter. 

“I want to feel you.” Oh? Oh. Your lips parted, following his lead as he slid the both of you down the tub. Using a gentle grip on your hips, he released his grip on your legs and moved you up enough to slide his member through your folds.

You breathed out, the growl that emitted from his throat exactly the kind of one that made you weak at the knees. Dean lined himself up, the water aiding greatly in being able to lift and move you where he needed. His throbbing tip pressed between your lips until he was sinking in around you. 

You moaned audibly, drowning out the music in the background. The water was already swishing, you could imagine there’d be little left in the tub by the time you were done. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, relaxing into the slow movements. 

Dean was gentle enough at first, letting your walls adapt to the invasion. He was a considerable size, thick and long, more than enough to satisfy. His arm wrapped over your chest, pulling your back against his front as he circled his hips. 

“Oh-” You sucked in a breath and released it with a soft whine. Dean began to thrust, slow and torturous, letting you feel all of him with every jolt of his hips. By now, you were so far gone, you just succumbed to the gentle nature. 

It wasn’t entirely uncommon, he was a lover as much as he was a fighter. The position was a little hard to maintain, but Dean had no issue holding you in place, trapping you in his grasp. 

It was intense. The sounds escaping your lips were laced with a desperate need. With every thrust, your body shivered. It wasn’t until you had started to tighten around him that he growled against your shoulder and bit down. 

You cried aloud, the pain mixed with the sudden pleasure of his fingers against your clit balancing out perfectly. He circled them around your throbbing bud and your skin set alight. 

“Dean,” you moaned, dropping your head against his chest. “You like this, baby?” His husky voice made you whimper, moaning and breathing heavy the closer you got to freedom. 

“You feel so good,” Dean groaned. Gosh. You loved his voice, his praise - the way he could make you fall at his feet with just a few words. His cock was hitting you in all the right places, filling you up, making you feel him. 

“Fuck-” You rasped. “Don’t- don’t stop,” it was a needy plea, you were so close. Your moans and cries made Dean thrust harder with a quiet growl as he sucked the lobe of your ear. “That’s it, cry for me, Y/N,” he cooed. 

You couldn’t stop the sinful sounds tumbling from your lips. Your thighs were shaking, your hips rolling to meet his thrusts, not a single care for all the water splashing over the edges. “Dean- I- I’m- oh fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, hands clutching onto anything you could grab for support. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He growled, you could feel him smirking against the skin on your neck. “Uuh-huh, yes- yes.” You moaned, your grip on his arms hard enough for your nails to dig into his flesh. 

“Do it. Cum around my cock. Let me feel you.” Dean worked his fingers over your clit, grunting out a strangled moan when he felt your walls clench around him. “Oh god, Dean, Dean,” you gasped, feeling that familiar coil in your body snap.

Your body flooded with mind numbing pleasure, enough to turn your vision white. Your audible moans and raspy screams echoed, but you were so wrapped up in your own bliss you didn’t care. 

Your thighs twitched and jolted, your pussy still convulsing around Dean as he thrust more, helping you savour the feeling. You were panting, a little dizzy through the heat and intensity but you couldn’t deny the buzz in your skin. 

You were shivering from head to toe, clenching and releasing Dean’s shaft, enough to bring him to his release. His thrusts grew sloppily, his breathing uneven as he grunted and groaned out your name. “Y/N,” he stilled, pouring hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. 

You moaned as you felt him fill you up, coating your inner walls with his seed. Once he’d stilled completely, you relaxed a little and tried to catch your breath. “That was...” you chose to just giggle instead. 

“Mhmm, it was.” Dean’s chest heaved against your back as he kissed your shoulder. “You drive me crazy.” He hummed, sliding out of you with a small hiss. You whimpered, turning only when he guided you around. 

“How crazy?” You teased. “So crazy I could happily tie you to the bed forever if it meant you wouldn’t ever leave.” He smirked, trailing a finger under your chin to tip up your head. “No more solo hunts?” His eyes searched yours, the plea in his hues not at all hidden. 

You sucked in a breath and just studied him for a few seconds. You appreciated the fact he was asking and not demanding. You weren’t thrilled but you understood his concern and, really, how could you say no to those damn gorgeous eyes? 

“Not if I can help it. Okay?” You offered him a smile. Dean nodded, letting his eyes droop down to your swollen lips. He kissed you, slow and sweet, making you hum in the back of your throat. “Good girl.” 

[sinfulsoulx]

You’re the queen of smut. End of story, it’s not up for debate.

who the fuCK you just brightened my whole day, nonnie, thank you <3

[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Mischief Managed pt. 2 

Series: Part 1 here

Summary part 2: You’re both caught out, but it doesn’t stop Dean going for round two a couple hours later, creating a bed of desire in the midst of all the chaos.

Words: 4′496 (oops?)

Warnings: Panic attack, Language, smut (smutty smut SMUT y’all. this is your warning)

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena.

Mun note: As requested, part 2! I didn’t intend on this being more than a one shot but as I sat and mulled over it, I thought, why the hell not? Let’s deepen the plot and the filth. Feedback always welcome! I only proof read once so apologies for mistakes. If you wanna be tagged, shoot me a message. 

You and Dean cleaned up, helped each other redress in the midst of your lusty kisses. You groped him at every opportunity as he did you, creating a solid echo of chuckles and giggles.

You wished you never had to leave this state of euphoria. You wished you weren’t in the middle of a war-zone. All you wanted to do was have him close to you. Safe, secure, whole. “You uh, you needa wipe those cheeks,” Dean chuckled, smugly.

You frowned and bowed down to look in the wing mirror of Baby. “Winchester,” you scorned, trying to rub away the mascara stained tears that were etched on your cheeks. 

“What?” Dean retorted, one hand suddenly hiking up your skirt an the other, cupping your still wet core from behind. You gasped, staying bent over with one hand on the window of the car and the other reaching back to grab his.

“Don’t what me,” you puffed out a breath. You were spent, still wet, still shaky, but, as always, full of lust - could you ever not crave this man? 

Dean took a handful of your hair and jerked you up straight, his hot breath against the right side of your neck. “I’m keeping these,” he dangled your soaked panties in-front of you before tucking them safely away in the back of his jeans pocket.

Once he released your hair, you turned towards him, breath still uneven, legs still weak, trying to appear like he hadn’t just took your world and rocked it. But you both knew he did. He always did.

“We can’t go back without the beer,” you reminded him as he hooked an arm around your waist. Nothing needed to be spoken aloud, but he was clearly aiding your steps so your legs didn’t have chance to give way beneath you. 

“Sam said there was plenty in the fridge,” he looked down at you with a glimmering smirk. “And when we insisted, well- my brother is many things, Y/N, but he ain’t dumb.” He chuckled, implying Sam knew you two had ran off for privacy.

Your cheeks blushed fiercely and you could only laugh in response. You were quite shy in general. Dean forced the darkest, dirtiest, kinkiest and most vulnerable parts of you to the surface - but they were reserved for him. For him only. Anyone else baring witness to those sides of you made you shuffle and cringe. 

“He won’t tease, he ain’t the type,” Dean said, like he was reassuring you after catching the pink in your cheeks. He pulled you closer to his side with the arm he had wrapped around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You halted him in his tracks, in your tracks, just around the corner from where you were all seated half hour ago. “Dean...” You looked up at him, your voice a mere whisper.

The small vulnerability in your voice managed to breach his forever strong, solider type face - enough to cast a wash of distinct worry across it. His hands came up to cup beneath your jaw, the pads of his thumbs working on delivering a soothing stroke across the lines of it. “Hey,” he whispered.

You opened the eyes you hadn’t noticed you’d closed. His touch did soothe you, it soothed you through everything. Any danger, any fear, any war, any thing, he was your safe space. Always. “What is it?” He asked. 

Your hands lifted up, almost feebly, grasping so gently against his wrists as a wet few tears pooled in your eyes. “Nothing.” 

“Nothing,” you repeated, voice quiet and almost sad, yet, so calm. “It’s-” you stopped, letting go and stepping away from him. “Should I feel guilty? For- for feeling okay? For- what we just did? The world is hangin’ by a thread, the Devil is loose, we have a witch chained up, the King of Hell, helping... We- I- We don’t- I mean, sometimes- I just- jus’, I can’t- I don’t know how to- to feel and,” you stopped, having lost all of the free air in your lungs.

On the verge of a panic attack, you hunched forward. The only thing stopping you from falling to the floor was Deans solid grip on your arms, pulling you up, keeping you straight. “Y/N, hey. Hey. Listen,” Dean spoke in a tone that was both commanding and soft.

His grip on your arms was the only thing holding you upright and it was sure to leave behind bruises. Your senses were so suddenly shot, logical thought? What was that? It had been catapulted from you. You were panicking. Thinking. You couldn’t breathe.

Dean could only hold you so long but he used the strength he had to ensure you fell to the floor with no hurtful impact. “Y/N,” Dean’s voice rang in your ears, a loud, firm and familiar voice that pierced the cloud you’d bubbled around yourself.

“Yeah. Yes- I’m fine. I- I’m okay, it’s okay,” you spluttered, trying to reassure, to calm him, even though it was you who was practically choking.  

“Y/N, listen to me. Hear me, right now. Hear me.” Dean’s voice bellowed, commanding you enough to snap your eyes up to his. “That’s it, Y/N,” he continued to stare at you, praising the fact you looked up to him. 

“Hear. Me. Only me.” Dean’s voice lost its more angry edge, he was staring into your eyes and you, into his - you were helpless. “Dean,” you bubbled, shaking your head.

You didn’t know how to explain why you had suddenly felt so panicked and if it wasn’t for the gentleness and patience in his eyes, you would have panicked further. “That’s it, sweetheart. Shhh,” Dean cooed, his emerald green hues focused with such soft intent, it pulled you from your panic attack.

You breathed more evenly, clasping onto every inch of his shoulders as though you were worried he was to be taken from you. “I’m sorry.” You choked, your arms coming around his neck as you held him tight. 

“Shh, shush. Y/N, I got you. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Dean held a firm but soothing voice as he scooped you from the floor, holding you against his chest.

“Listen to me, you got nothin’ to feel guilty for. Our lives suck nearly all the time. We fight ‘cos we gotta, ‘cos what other mugs are dumb enough to face what we do? So screw feelin’ guilty. We deserve these moments, hell, we’ve earned it. Alright?” Dean leaned back to look at you and you gave him a nod. 

He had a point, if you two didn’t grab a hold of peace and happiness when it presented itself then you’d never feel either of those things again. “Okay. Yeah. I’m okay.” You breathed out, lifting on your toes to kiss his lips. 

When you were ready, you re-entered the room to find Crowley and Rowena readying to leave. “Callin’ it?” Dean asked Sam, who gave a nod. “Yeah. We’re runnin’ on fumes, we can pick this back up tomorrow.” He answered.

Crowley jolted Rowena’s chains, tugging her near him so he could return them both to Hell quarters. Not before a confession though. “Correction. You’re running on fumes,” he looked to Sam and then pointed towards you and Dean. “They’re running on fumes because they used their energy entertaining each other.”

“Shut up,” Dean scolded. You just gave a small shrug. Sure, you were a little embarrassed but for the most part, you didn’t care. “And as for me, well, I need to go vomit after being subject to your telepathic conversation.” Crowley’s lips curled into a judgy smirk.

Your jaw fell open. Sam and Rowena looked at each other confused and Dean, well, Dean’s face twisted into fury. “Because that’s not creepy at all. Get outta here,” he grumbled. Just like that, Crowley and Rowena vanished. 

“How mortifying,” you mumbled, looking up at Dean. Though, in spite of the blush on your face, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh and hold your hands up in defeat. 

“I’ma go shower and sleep,” you squeezed Dean’s arm and said goodnight to Sam before you disappeared off into your room. You imagined the boys would stand and talk for a while, they usually did. Bro to bro moments and such like. You washed away your sins, drying off and throwing one of Dean’s shirts on to sleep in. 

Sometimes, he never made it to your room and you liked to be able to smell him on you. He was like a comfort blanket, you always felt safer, calmer even, when he was around or close by. 

You were out like a light the second your head hit the pillow. It had been a long day, a longer night, you were exhausted. You didn’t hear Dean enter your room a couple hours later, skulking around in the dark as he threw his clothes off piece by piece. 

He went to shower, the sound of the water stirred you in your sleep. A lazy head lifted up and squinted as you rolled over to put a lamp on for him. No intention of getting out of the bed, you just moved over enough so he could climb in once he was done. 

You’d mostly dozed back off when he entered the room. His shirt had slipped up, exposing your bare rear to him in the soft lamp light. Dean was already semi-hard, having let his thoughts roam in the shower, the sight of you made his cock twitch. 

A smirk crossed his lips as he carefully climbed onto the bed with the towel still around his waist. He bowed down and bit your ass, not harsh, but hard enough to nip and jolt you from your sleep. 

“Wh-” you turned your head, eyes focusing on the boyish, lopsided grin sporting Dean’s face. “Mmm,” you whined in protest as you turned to face him. “That hurt,” you pouted sleepily to him.

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose. “Liar,” he smiled, making you smile back. You dropped your head back down to the pillows, tracing your fingertips across his chest as he stayed propped on his side. 

“I think the magic has wore off.” Dean commented, almost sadly. “Good,” you scoffed out a laugh and shook your head. 

“Is it? I thought you said I didn’t need magic to make you feel good?” His tone had shifted into what almost sounded like a challenge. You peeled your eyes back open to find his own darkening with lust. 

God dammit, those eyes. You groaned sleepily, a soft laugh escaping your lips. Clearly, it wasn’t sleep that was on his mind. “I did say that. Because you know it’s true. You don’t need to prove it,” you curled your lips up and lifted a brow at him.

“Mm, no, but- proving it is all the fun,” he swiped a lick across his lower lip as his hand slid up and down your thigh. He squeezed and rubbed, massaging your flesh as he dipped his head to capture your lips. 

You sighed happily, returning the gentle press of his lips with your own. You were pulling around from your unconscious state, growing more aware of his hand teasing your skin and the fact his member was digging into your side through the towel. 

You parted your lips, allowing Dean access enough to slip his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you like he needed you, his gentle touch turned into a harsh grip before it travelled up under your shirt. 

He grinded his hips against your side, cupping your breast and squeezing. You arched your chest into his touch and pressed a hand against his shoulder, nudging him onto his back.

Hooking your leg over his waist, you turned over to straddle him, your heating core brushing against his covered member. A quiet growl sounded from the back of his throat, bringing a coy smile to your face. 

Gripping the hem of your shirt, you lifted it up over your head and tossed it aside. The locks of your hair fell across your face, landing just above your breasts. 

The look of adoration on Dean’s face made you blush. But you weren’t shy, not with him, not when he always made sure to let you know just how stunning he thought you were. He worshipped you, your body, your mind, every inch of your being and damn, if you didn’t give him the same respect. 

Quite often you thought he must have been hand carved by God himself, it just wasn’t possible for a man to be so perfect otherwise. You leaned down, pressing your bare chest against his. You hand ran up his arm until you had your fingers interlocked. 

Dean was all about touch, about feeling your way, being close, he had taught you how to caress. Your past lovers never cared for a build up, you’d never known anything other than a mildly pleasurable fuck until he came along. 

It was safe to say, he’d ruined you for anyone else. It was probably just as well you never planned on leaving his side. Your hips rolled into his, forcing a jaggered breath out his mouth. 

The prideful smile on your lips didn’t go un-noticed, he delivered a slap to your ass which made you yelp. “Tease,” he whispered, his hand squeezed your butt cheek as he rocked his hips up against yours.

You breathed out quietly, the friction aiding in the wetness that was gathering in your core, threatening to slip down your thighs. You tore his hand from your ass and reluctantly shuffled your hips down, your mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses and licks on his torso as you did so. 

Dean’s chest began to rise and fall with the anticipation of where you were taking this. You could hear him breathe with relief when you undone his towel and freed his cock. It stood proud against his stomach, stiff and throbbing with the need for attention. 

You cast your eyes up to him and had to resist a moan just at the sight. His hooded eyes glazed with lust, his plump lips parted as he breathed shallow breaths. 

He propped up on his elbows, drinking in the sight of you until your tongue poked out to run a teasing stripe from the base of his member, up to his tip. His eyes fluttered and his hips jerked as a gentle hand tangled in the back of your hair. 

You felt triumphant, it was a turn on in itself to see someone like him crumbling away under your touch. You lifted a hand to pump him slowly, guiding his tip towards your mouth. 

You swirled your tongue around before enveloping him in your mouth. Dean hissed out his pleasure as he gritted his teeth. His grip stayed in your hair, but he didn’t push or pull, he liked to let you find your comfort zone first, forever the gentleman, he never wanted to hurt you.

Your teasing licks soon turned into you taking him back, inch by inch, up and down. You found a steady rhythm and that’s when he started to move his hips to meet you, soft little grunts and groans escaping him each time he hit the back of your throat. 

“Lift up your ass,” he growled out, making your eyes lift up to catch his gaze. And then you remembered, the big mirror right behind you on the table. You’d scoff or smile if you could, but you obeyed, lifting your rear in the air and parting your thighs, granting him an unholy view. 

Dean bit his lip, his gaze on the mirror and you wiggled your ass to tease him, sure that now he could feel the little smile on your lips as they slid up and down his length. He chuckled low in his throat and looked back down at you. “Touch yourself for me?” His head tilted to the side. 

His tone was commanding, but it was soft too, like he wanted you to know you had a choice. You loved that about him, he’d never make you feel uncomfortable. 

He gave you little pushes, tested your limits in the sweetest way and if ever it was too much, he never made you feel embarrassed for saying no. In turn, it pretty much made you willing to do or try anything for him. 

He always praised you for it too, which served as good ego fuel. You closed your eyes as you took him further down your throat and lifted a hand up to glide between your legs. You used two fingers to dip between your wet folds, sliding them up and down until your juices glistened in the dim light. 

Dean growled, the pleasure from your mouth paired with the view in the mirror made his dick twitch. You moaned around his length, making him hiss and snap his hips up. The vibrations made it difficult for him to control himself, but the view was too good to miss. 

Your fingers slid into your core and you manoeuvred your thumb to rub your clit, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. It took a few seconds, but you managed to set a pace for yourself, your fingers slid in time with the bobbing of your head. 

You could feel yourself building, your body relaxed and as it did, you pushed his dick past the hilt of your throat, slowly, until your mouth had taken him all. “Fuck, baby-” he grunted, his eyes snapping down to look for himself. 

You’d done it a couple times before, but you’d usually gag and Dean knew you weren’t entirely comfortable with it, that you had to feel calm and relaxed and in control. His reactions when you caught him off guard like that were always priceless, you slid your mouth back up, lifting your eyes to his. You did it again, slower this time, humming around him as you did. 

The pleasure was intense and Dean was tugging gently at your hair until you released him with a small pop. He didn’t want to cum yet and he knew you’d make him if you carried on. The thought brought a smirk to your lips and you tweaked a brow at him.

His hand gripped your arm until he made you pull away from your self pleasure. He brought your fingers to his lips and engulfed them in his mouth, tasting you as his fiery hues stayed transfixed on yours. 

Your smirk was gone, replaced by a look of unfiltered need. That was perhaps the hottest thing you’d ever witnessed. Dean lost his gentle edge as he pulled you up and pushed you to the side. Your back landed on the bed with a small thud and he wasted no time in hovering over you. 

Like a lion stalking his prey, his hungry lips clashed with yours, biting down on your lower lip until you whimpered and he kissed it, as though to make it all better. “I’m gonna fuck you until you don’t know if you’re beggin’ for more or beggin’ me to stop.” He growled against your lips. 

You moaned at the thought, giving him a silent nod as you licked your lips. He sat up, pushing behind your knees until your legs were over his shoulders. Dean lined himself up at your entrance, sliding in you slowly. He loved to see your face when he would first enter you, hear the breathy gasp that would emit from your lips. 

And damn did you gasp, he was only half way when you felt full, the position of your legs making it so you could feel every single inch of his long shaft. He moved slowly, sliding in and out until your pussy could take all of him and then he paused, revelling in the feeling of your walls around him. 

A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he turned his head, kissing your ankle almost adoringly. You weren’t fooled though, his dark eyes let you know you were in for something much less sweet and a lot more sinful. 

Dean snapped his hips back just as fast as he snapped them forward, making you choke out a cry. He filled you up, stretched you out, made you shiver. As he began to thrust, his hands held you by the knees, keeping your legs over his shoulders. 

You muttered a string of curses under your breath, hating that you couldn’t reach him well enough to get a grip on his arms. You settled for clasping the bed sheets. His angled hits caught your g-spot until your soft cries were moans that echoed through your room. 

No care for the younger Winchester who was somewhere in the bunker, you were losing yourself to the pleasure the elder one was bringing you. Your eyes rolled and closed as you tried to meet his thrusts. 

“Look at me,” he hissed out. Your eyes pinged open and you licked at your lips, trying and failing to catch the breath he was taking away. You struggled to focus, he could tell, it only made him go harder, pleased with his efforts to make you his. 

“Dean,” you moaned, feeling the shake in your legs travelling throughout your body. You were close, chasing your freedom in the prison he’d trapped you in. Your knuckles turned white with your grip on the sheets, your moans turning into cries of pleasure. Your tone got significantly higher, more breathy, and just as you were about to explode, he stilled. 

Your eyes refocused to look at him and the second you saw that smirk, you whimpered and dropped your head back against the pillows. “Deaaan,” you whined. 

“Yeah, baby?” He chuckled as he started to move again, slower now, not enough to bring you your high. He was teasing you, or was this torture? It felt like a form of it, at least, even if it was the best kind of torture anyone could ask for. 

“I hate you,” you whispered, bringing another laugh from his lips. “No you don’t.” Dean bit his lower lip as he curled an arm around your thigh, circling his thumb against your swollen clit. “You’re not going to cum until I say you can, ok?” 

You looked at him with a needy nod. Anything. You just wanted him to pick up the pace. “Good girl,” he praised, giving you just what you wanted when he started moving faster.

God bless his stamina and self-control, you’d never known a man capable of lasting so long. Or for that matter, a man who wanted to chase your release as much as his own, maybe even a little bit more. He’d admitted on many occasions that he got off on watching you get off. 

And again we go back to that word - perfect. His thrusts were untamed, wild in their strength and ability to hit every nerve and every spot you needed. You were crying out, squirming and rolling your hips as you started to tighten around him. 

“Dean, please.” You whimpered, your hand grabbing his wrist as if to try and get him to stop teasing your clit. You didn’t want him to stop, of course, but if he wasn’t going to let you cum, you needed him to. 

“Please?” He questioned, unrelenting in his thrusts and the circled motions he made against your throbbing bud. “Please can I cum? Please,” you moaned, your pussy tightening in protest as you tried to hold back. 

"No.” His tone was firm. His eyes were serious, if it wasn’t for the satisfied curve in his lips you’d be a little shocked. A cry of sheer frustration turned into a growl as you threw your head back once more. “I can’t- I- I can’t hold on,” you pleaded with him. 

Either he took mercy or he was now nearing his own edge, but he gave you a smirk and a nod. “Cum for me, baby.” His voice was low and seductive through his uneven breath. The snap of his hips continued and you breathed in relief.

It was mere seconds before your release crashed over you, blinding your vision as your pussy clenched around his cock. “Fuck, oh- oh fuck,” you almost sat up, pushing at his chest when he didn’t relent and you didn’t come down, but rather, remained stuck in your leg quivering high. 

Your body squirmed and your toes curled, a sinful scream of his name tumbling from you as you squirted, cumming around his cock with such blinding pleasure, tears spilled from your eyes. “Fuck, Y/N,” Dean half moaned out, as impressed as he was prideful and turned on. 

Seeing you thrashing, whimpering and moaning out your orgasms was too much, his thrusts grew lazy as he shot his load around your pulsating walls. “Fuck,” he hissed, groaning and pulling out, jerking the last few drops of cum onto your stomach. 

You were both breathless, you more so, your body still in small fits of after shock spasms. Dean released your legs and rolled onto his side, smoothing a hand up your stomach until it was around your throat, forcing you into a choking, desperate kiss. 

“You. Are. Perfect.” He hummed, releasing your lips as he smirked against them. He chucked darkly as he felt the shake deep rooted in your bones. Talk about smug. “Shut up.” You breathed out, giggling quietly as you looked up at him through your dazed eyes.

“No. I’m serious. You’re perfect.” He sounded so adamant, his eyes so full of love and desire, your breath hitched. “Okay?” His brow lifted with the curve of his lips. You just smiled, biting your lower lip as you nodded. “Okay.” 

Dean was capable of making you believe anything, if he said you were perfect then hell, you’d take it. You watched him as he rolled over, grabbing the towel from beneath him. 

He cleaned you up gently, the odd teasing chuckle erupting from his chest when he would touch your sensitive bud. Tossing the towel aside, he thought to clean that up in the morning. Dean pulled you into his chest, squeezing you tight. 

You moaned into his skin and stretched out, finally calming down, you curled your body around his like a baby sloth. You moved away from the wet patch on the bed and tugged a blanket up to drape around the two of you.

“I hope Sam had his earbuds in,” Dean made the comment and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “Oh god,” you whispered, only now remembering that he was in the bunker. 

The both of you chuckled and relaxed into each other. Dean pressed kisses against your head as he tickled the back of your spine, lulling you both into slumber. 

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[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Mischief Managed

Summary: Dean gets blasted by a witch, the lingering aftermath means he has the power to do some ungodly things to you in-front of others. 

Words: 2′538

Warnings: Language, smut (smutty smut y’all. this is your warning)

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena. 

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“Listen, giant,” Rowena scolded the younger Winchester from across the bunker table. “If it was a spell I would know. Your brother will be fine in a couple of days, the witch was an amateur, by hitting Dean with her spell she transferred over some power. All I can sense is a faint buzz, nothing to worry about.” With a roll of her eyes, she sat back in a huff, jingling her witch-y handcuffs. 

“Now Mummy, don’t pout, the deal still stands. Find the spell to lock the Devil away, the chains come off.” Crowley, also seated at the table, sat with a look of smugness towards his mother. 

"See, Sammy. I’ll be fine. We got bigger worries, so, get readin’, all of you.” Dean looked towards the demon and the witch. Meanwhile, you were just sat silently stewing in your own fury. The witch who attacked Dean was your friend, she was every bodies friend. You were furious that she could turn on you all for no reason and even more furious that yet again, Dean could have died. For the sixth time this week. 

Your shoulders were rigid, you hated this war-zone you’d all landed in. Everything was a battle, there was no time to relax, no time to breathe and no time to show how concerned you were. Dean was woven into every cell in your body, the mere thought of losing him was enough to make you want to scream. 

Dean, seated across the table, was watching you, the way you shuffled and shifted, tensed up with every turned page of your research. He frowned to himself. He knew you two hadn’t had much time to talk to each other the last few weeks, never mind anything else. It bugged him as much as it did you, so when your eyes lifted up to grab your beer, he made sure to catch your gaze. 

You offered him a small smile, letting your eyes linger on his long enough to soothe him and bring a softer expression to his sculpted face. Urgh, that stupid, beautiful face. You looked back down to read, even knowing his eyes remained fixed on you. You wondered what he was thinking about for a moment, until a voice appeared inside your head, startling you from your reading. 

“I wish we were alone. And naked. Yeah. Definitely naked. Damn I miss seeing her naked.” Those were Deans thoughts, echoing inside your head, making you practically choke on your beer as you looked at him with a pair of wide eyes. 

Dean frowned, needing a few moments to consider the possibility that you heard him. “Wait, what? Did you hear me? What? No. Don’t be stupid Dean.” He scolded himself, but you heard every word and as Sam asked if you were okay, you just nodded. Really, you were nodding to Dean, whose mouth popped open in shock. 

It didn’t take long for Sam to drift back into his studies, but you continued to just blink towards Dean, wondering what the fuck. “Can they hear me? Hellooooooooooo,” he mentally yelled, eyes drifting between Crowley, Sam and Rowena, who didn’t bat a single eyelid. “Oh this is sweet,” he thought, picking up his beer to take a sip. 

You shook your head, a small smile on your face. You didn’t say anything and figured you were all way too busy to explore this witchy side effect, so you returned back to reading with a small sigh. That was, until Dean’s voice appeared back in your head. “Do you have any idea how much I want to lay you on this table and fuck you senseless? It’s been too long.” His eyes were trained on yours, but you didn’t look up. 

You did blush though, you also stood your book up to try and hide your face from his view. “Would you like that?” He asked, and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Stop it, Dean.” You mentally scolded and both of his brows tweaked up. “I heard that,” he replied to you. This was weird. 

You were both having a conversation without actually opening your mouths and all you could do was hope to Chuck that Dean wasn’t about to use it to his advantage. “Don’t you miss me touching you? My lips against your skin, my cock filling you up?” The smirk on his lips made your eyes widen and cast back down. 

“You do, don’t you?” He chuckled in your head and you pressed your hands to your face, attempting to cover the blush in your cheeks. You tried not to think anything, to not entertain him. You were sat here with three other people, now wasn’t the time to let your thoughts roam. 

“If we were alone, you’d be stripped down and spread across this table. I’d be kissing your neck, biting below your ear just where you like it,” he was clearly going somewhere with this, but a gasp escaped you and your hand came pressing down on that exact spot. “What the fuck, Winchester.” You mentally cursed. 

“You felt that? Oh man, this is my lucky day.” It was like you could hear the glee in his mental voice. “Dean,” you warned, shooting him a brief glare, only to find his green eyes dancing with absolute mischief. Oh boy, you were so screwed. 

“I know you wish we were alone too.” He was so sure, and he was right. “Yeah, but we’re not and you need to stop teasing me.” You countered back, hearing a booming chuckle in your head, bringing a coy smile to your face.

Man, he was ridiculous. Such a boyish, playful soul, you wished he could let that side of him show all the time. “I miss how you taste,” his voice was like a whisper, bringing back the shade of red in your cheeks. 

His words instantly made you think of all the times he did taste you, which you imagined, was exactly what he wanted. “I love the way you squirm under me while I tease you, kissing your stomach, nibbling at your thighs.” 

He was watching your every reaction. You shifted in your seat as you felt as though his teeth were actually grazing your thighs. “I love getting you so worked up that my name comes out as a plea. Because all you want is to feel my mouth in-between your legs. Makes me so hard. You’re perfect,” he purred. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, not daring to look up at him. You tried to pretend you couldn’t hear him, but he knew fine well you could. “I’d love to spread your legs and taste you right now. Just imagine, my tongue sliding up your wet folds and pressing against your clit.” 

His words weren’t alone, the ghost of his tongue caught you by surprise as you felt a little pressure against your clit. You breathed in a shaky breath, gripping your book tighter at the edges. “My fingers massaging your thighs as I swirl my tongue around, just enough to get you to moan and roll your hips.”

“Dean,” you tried to sound like you were warning him. In a way, you were, you’d be so embarrassed if anyone realised what was going on, but damn, it had been so long since you felt his touch, his tongue - how odd it was that he wasn’t actually touching you, but you could feel everything as though he was. 

Dean didn’t listen to your warning, of course, he was enjoying this far too much. He wanted to see just how far he could push you before you cracked. “You’re so hot. I love it when you grind your pussy against my mouth, the way your fingers lock in my hair. The way you moan for me. Only me,” his voice was a seductive whisper. 

That alone would be enough to make you wet, but that, paired with the feeling of his tongue swirling against your clit, your panties were soaked. You needed him. The real him. You needed to touch him. “Dean, please.” You looked up at him, your needy eyes igniting a primal one in his own. 

“Please what?” His head tilted to the side as he looked at you, feigning innocence. But you felt an odd invasion slip inside your walls, the feeling much like that of his fingers and you chocked out a soft mewl. It earned you a brief confused look from Rowena, but you shrugged it off. 

His fingers curled inside you, brushing your g-spot and you pressed the side of your palm against your lips to stifle any noise. “You like that, baby?” Dean licked his lips and you couldn’t now peel your eyes off him. You didn’t want him to stop, but you didn’t want to be caught. 

Your senses were on fire, your hips were almost wriggling on your seat. “I think you’re trying to kill me,” you whispered your thought to him, making him chuckle out-loud. 

He shrugged to Sam who looked up and even started a conversation with him as he continued his torture. You felt a curl in his fingers, his mouth sucking your clit and flicking his tongue in figure eights. “Dean. Dean, stop,” you sounded flustered. At least, you think you did, how could you possibly tell when you weren’t actually talking?

All you knew was, you were barely holding it together. You were struggling to stay quiet and you felt like you were drawing closer and closer to an explosive release. When the conversation between him and his brother ceased, he looked towards you with a smug grin. “I bet you’re soaking.” Dean slowed his torture, allowing you to breathe a little easier, but you could only shake your head at him. 

“I need you. Please. Actually you,” you tried to steady your breathing, tried to plead with him with your eyes. You just wanted to feel him against you, actually touch him. “So you don’t think I should let you cum, here? At this table? Wouldn’t you like that?” He chucked in your head but thank god, he relented. 

You let out an audible, shaky sigh. You felt empty, your stomach all twisted in knots and in dyer need of a fix. “Yep, I can’t stand it either,” he spoke out loud, wiggling the book as if that was what you were sighing about. 

“Beer run?” He asked and you nodded. God, yes. Anything to get out of here. You both stood up and Dean had strategically hid the bulge in his pants with the book he was holding. “We have plenty beer in the fridge,” Sam commented, earning himself a dirty look from you.

“We’re going on a beer run.” Dean patted his shoulder and started walking off. You followed behind, a little wobble in your legs. You went into the garage, far enough away from the crowd and you delivered a push to Dean’s chest. 

“You fucking asshole,” you tried to sound angry, but man, you were too turned on. You clawed him back towards you and pressed your lips in a feverish kiss against his. Dean growled, gaining control with his tongue. “I’ve missed this,” he mumbled against your lips. 

His hands unzipped your skirt and let it drop to your feet. You were tearing at each others clothing right there in the middle of the garage, no care in the world for who could walk in. Once you were stripped down, he picked you up and moved around to the hood of Baby, setting your ass down but keeping your chest against his. 

"Dean,” you sighed, pawing at his back, hooking your legs around his waist. “I know, baby, I know.” He whispered, quite smugly against your lips. He lined the tip of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down in a slow, frustrating and teasing rhythm. You moaned and whimpered, dragging your nails down his spine. 

“So wet for me,” he cooed against your ear and finally, you felt the tip of him slide into you. A small sigh of relief escaped you as he moved inch by inch, pulling out half away only to thrust all the way into you. 

You cried out, and he gave you a moment to adjust, tweaking at your nipple with his thumb and finger until you gave him a nod. He moved slow at first, like he was savouring the feel of you around him. His grip on your hips was harsh, his lips against your neck like a slice of heaven. 

It didn’t take long for the pace to speed up, he bounced you up and down on his length and you rolled your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. His name dripped from your lips on a mantra, mixed with your moans as you felt every nerve in your body sparking.

“You feel so good,” he praised, his tone like a primal growl in your ear. You were already so worked up, so needy and so ready for him, your thighs were shaking around him. “Cum for me,” he turned his head to press against yours. 

You caught his gaze, his lusty green hues nearly sending you over right then and there. “Fuck, I love you.” You whispered as he continued to pound into you. Both his hands remained on your hips, but you felt like his fingers were rubbing your clit, bringing a sinful new sound from your lips as you threw your head back.

He kissed at your exposed neck, humming softly as he felt you tighten around him. “Oh fuck, fuck- Dean, I- urrh, Dean,” you cried out, the coil in your body snapping with such force that you stilled momentarily. Your walls clenched around his shaft as you reached your peak, convulsing around him, quivering and jerking in his grasp.

Dean followed not far behind you, spilling his hot seed inside you with a few quiet grunts, thrusting sloppily as you both rode through your high. The moans that dripped from your lips quietened, dulling into whimpers as your hands clawed at his shoulders to keep him close to you. 

“I love you too,” he whispered. You kissed him, hot and heavy through your uneven breath, pausing only to try and re-catch it. Your legs felt like jello, still shaking around his waist. “Do you have any idea how hot you look when you cum?” He smirked, catching your lips with his as he pecked them softly. 

“Gotta say, I’m kinda glad I got hit by that witch now.” He chuckled darkly, sliding himself out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he kept a hold of you, keeping you steady. “You don’t need a witchy boost to make me feel like that,” you answered, fluttering your lashes through your love-drunk eyes. It was true after all, Dean could make you crumble with his eyes alone most days. 

“From now on, Devil, witches, apocalypse - it can all wait till we’ve done this at least once a day. These last few weeks have been torture.” He grumbled, kissing your forehead and leaning back to display a boyish smile. 

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[sinfulsoulx]

Your abusive father shows up years after you ran from him and Dean threatens him.

“You’re back early.” You called from the bathroom of the motel when you heard the door. You didn’t expect to see your father stood there when you walked out. 

“Y/N, I’ve been looking for you for years” he sneered. You froze, jaw open, unable to move a muscle.

Before you knew it, a harsh slap hit your face and knocked you down to the ground. A whimper escaped you as a flood of memories you’d tried to bury raced through your mind.

“You’ll be coming home now,” he warned, like you didn’t have a choice. 

“No.” You whispered, earning yourself a kick to the ribs, but you still managed to clamber up to your feet. You weren’t that scared girl anymore. You hunted monsters for god sake, you would not be reduced to nothing by this creature who called himself a father.

You punched him, you slapped and kicked, bit and scratched but ultimately, he was twice your size and you landed on the ground with a thud, his weight crushing you and his hands around your throat. 

“Now you’re going to learn some respect, Y/N, no daughter of mine will be a sinner.” He snarled, not letting up on his grip until the sound of a gun alarmed the both of you. 

Dean was in the doorway, fury in his eyes like you’d never seen before, enough to stop you choking and just stare at him with tears in your eyes. Your father had been shot in the shoulder and was hurling a string of abuse at the both of you. 

All you could do was raise your hand, telling Dean to put his gun down. He would have killed your father. You knew it. You all knew it. But you didn’t want that kind of blood on his hands. “If you leave now, you get to live.” You coughed, clambering to your feet. 

Sure, he didn’t deserve it, but this wasn’t about protecting him, it was about protecting Dean. 

He caught your father in the doorway and slammed him into the wall, ushering quite the death threat in his ear. “Ever touch her again, I’ll break your face. With my gun.” 

[sinfulsoulx]

“Dean is skeptical to try your cooking and is pleasantly surprised.” 

“This- oh, oh man,” speaking with a mouth full of the burrito you’d cooked. “Damn.” 

“Yeah?” You grinned, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Told ya I could cook.”

“It’s like... Mm,” Dean paused, swallowing the food back. “Like sex.” 

“Like sex?” You lifted a quizzical brow. 

“Yeah, you know, hot, tasty...” Dean wiggled his brows, returning quickly to his food for another monstrous bite. 

[sinfulsoulx]

“Klaus Mikaelson sees you in a skin-tight dress for the first time.” 

“Hello, love,” he was approaching you the second his hungry eyes landed on your mouth watering frame. 

“Hello, Klaus.” You tried to mimic his accent in a gentle tease, only to shake your head at the fail. 

But he chuckled, far too engrossed with your attire to really think about your words. “You look spectacular, Y/N. May I join you for a drink?” He didn’t want you to wander off with anyone else.

A small blush washed across your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to refuse it. His compliment was surprising, his offer, even more so, but you held out a hand for him to take and lead with. “You look good yourself,” you had to say so, he was a fine man indeed.

Klaus took your hand without hesitation and as he did so, tugged you in a gentle motion so your face was near his. “I’ll give you one hour to float around and then I expect your presence in my room.” Ever the smooth talker, his words came as a soft seduction, hitching the breath in your throat.