I'm in love with your dean x male reader smuts- is there any way you could do a pretty extreme dom!dean sub!male reader with any combination (your choice) of the following kinks?: gun play, bondage, choking, knife/blood play, oral fixation, stalking/cnc/kidnapping, religious play, spit sexual fighting (like slapping, punching, etc.) , violence/gore, demon!dean, edging/teasing begging, sub not being able to form words, degrading and praise- and could you include specific terms? like pretty boy, good boy, kitty, slut, bitch, whore, dumb, and easy for the sub and for dean just simple stuff like sir, dean, stuff similar. I'm writing you a book I'm so sorry bjfjd I just have a really hard time finding male reader smut as good as yours that suit my kinks 😭😭 I also love a good sub!dean dom!male reader and the kinks and names I provided earlier would suit a fic like that too!! thank you sm for reading this NOVEL jdjsjs i hope you have a great day- aaaaand if you're not comfortable writing something with such extreme kinks I completely understand, I just thought I'd ask cause I love your work!! xoxo 💞💞💞
A/N: everybody kiss this requester on the mouth I demand it/ I wish I did better but I did what I could! I hope you still like it!
Pairings: Demon!Dean x male!reaader
Warnings: unholy, seriously.
Summary: Demon!Dean had been around for too long, and he looked much too like your boyfriend
You glared across the kitchen at the flannel wearing monster. Oh you hated him. Hated him bad, wearing your beautiful Dean’s face to be an absolute fucking psycho.
Sam had come to terms he’d be sticking around until they found a cure, but you couldn’t stomach it. It made you so goddamned mad.
Like right now in your own home glaring invisible lasers into his head as he sat across from Sam eating food like he was normal.
“(Y/N),” Sam sighed with a conflicted look. “It’s nothing new.”
“Better get used to it, baby boy.” Dean, or not Dean, or whatever— gave you a devilish grin.
“Oh, both of you fuck off. I can’t standing seeing his disgusting ass every second.”
“This disgusting ass can remember some pretty nasty images of you as well.” The demon lowly chuckled as you flushed red, Sam looking down at the table to avoid the conversation.
“Fuck you, psycho.” You rolled your eyes, stomping to your room and slamming the door. You kicked the metal irritably muttering curses under your breath as you pulled off your shirt.
You were hot, nearly feeling as though you were sweating from the interaction. You hated him, god more then you thought you could, walking around with your boyfriends face and just about everything that made him an asshole.
“Let me get this straight—”
“God!” You let out a gasp as you clutched your heart, turning to face the very demon himself.
“Not God,” he smirked. “Just me (Y/N).”
“No shit, what the hell do you want?”
Before you could move for your shirt he stepped closer, walking you back into the wall until your chests were touching.
“What do I want?” Dean laughed, his hot breath hitting your face. “I want to know why you could bend over like a bitch—” His eyes flashed black— “Before I got these babies.”
You swallowed harshly at the words, staring into the abyss of black.
“You used to be so good for me.” He began rubbing at your crotch, you breath hitching in your throat as you tried to look anywhere else.
“But I am,” he hissed before you could finish. “I’m still Dean. The Dean who would sleep next to you, fuck you til you cried baby.”
You once again shuttered at the thought, cheeks growing hotter as he continued to palm you through your jeans.
“The one who knows how secretly bad you’ve wanted something like this.”
At that you shoved him back, swinging a fist into his jaw and slamming him into the wall across from you.
He punched you straight back, pushing you onto the bed and swinging his fist again for good measure.
You could taste the blood on your teeth as he grinned down at you, moving his hips down to meet yours as a strangled moan left your lips.
“Quit trying to fight it and be a good boy.”
“Fuck you,” you sighed out.
He backhanded you, grabbing your jaw in a stone clutch, moving so his lips pressed against yours.
“I know how bad you want it, (Y/N). Stop fighting.” With that he pulled back slamming his lips into yours.
You couldn’t help but pull him closer, missing his soft lips and strong build.
As soon as it started it seemed to be over, Dean pulling off your pants and flipping you over before you could even process.
“See how good things go when you’re a good boy?” A strangled gasp left you as his hand slammed down on your ass cheek. He did it once again with enough strength to cause you to move forward. “You just love being my little slut?”
Dean’s low chuckled filled the air along with the sound of his hand coming down on your ass.
“Fuck,” you were struggling not to be a drooling mess at this point, Dean flipping you around again to face him.
“You ready to stop being a little bitch and be a good boy, (Y/N).”
You stared into his black eyes finding what you used to despise all too intriguing as you finally gave a stiff nod.
“No, no,” he chuckled lowly as he ran a hand over your torso. “You are a pretty boy, but your mouth,” he whistled lowly. “We gotta make up for all that ugly talk, baby boy.”
Dean pulled you by your hair, and you let him, shoving you roughly to your knees as he undid his belt.
“Open.” Came the cold voice, much less playful than he had been when he entered your room.
You did so, opening wide as he slid his dick into the back of your throat, a soft sigh escaping as he did so.
“Jesus, slut.” Dean’s moan was like music to your ears, the demon grabbing your hair roughly as he moved you up and down on his dick.
“You act so tough now I get it,” came his devilish laugh, “you’ve been so worked up because I haven’t used you like the dumb whore that you are.”
You moaned around him at this words, his movement suddenly slowing as he pulled you forward and rested his dick down your throat.
“Acting like a whiny bitch when all you wanted was me back in your bed.” Tears and drool began to escape you, struggling to breathe on his dick.
The sight seemed to amuse Dean, you felt his dick growing in your throat as you struggled.
“All you had to not do was be a whiny slut, and instead here you are choking.”
You began to try to pull off, but he held you there a few seconds long before pulling you back into a wet kiss.
“You gonna be a good boy now, (Y/N).”
His black eyes poured into yours and instead of hatred all you felt was desire.
Dean smacked you hard, pulling you close by the jaw as he bit on your lip and pulled, a hand going to your throat to squeeze roughly.
“Yes, sir.” You breathed shakily. “Please.”
He grinned as he flipped you back onto the bed, hovering over you as your chest rapidly began to rise and fall.
“Please what, pretty boy?”
“Please,” you whined. “Please, fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long please, Dean.”
His arrogant smile never left his face as he spit into his hand, the other going to squeeze around your neck. Dean shoved his fingers into you, loving the way you squirmed around him, trying to moan but nothing coming out from the force of his hand.
“Cant have Sammy hear us. Can we dumb whore?”
You only tried to moan more as he worked you open, then suddenly without warning he flipped you over and pressed at your entrance.
“You want me to fuck you, baby.”
“Yes sir, please.” You were trembling at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk.
“Not very convincing for a needy whore,” he sighed teasingly.
“Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me, please. I need it so bad—”
A low moan escaped you as he suddenly pushed in, grabbing the back of your hair to control his thrusts as he set a fast pace.
Dean’s hand slammed down on your ass once again, a whiny moan escaping you as you felt him stretch you open.
“You gonna be a good boy now, or do I need to remind you who you belong to all the time?”
“A-All the time,” you muttered out between gasps. “Need this all the time.”
Dean laughed grabbing your hips to pull you back even harder as your moans only grew.
“Say you’re my whore,” Dean grunted as his pace began to falter.
“Yours. All yours, Dean. All the time.”
With a final hard thrust, and another smack to your ass, you felt the demon finish deep inside you, as you did on the sheets below.
You were gasping for air, tears of pleasure gathering in the corners of your eyes. You slowly turned to meet Dean, a shit eating grin always seeming to appear on his face.
“What?” You snapped with an angry glare, a flush of embarrassment falling over you.
However, Dean leaned forward pulling you into another warm kiss.
“Been wanting to do that since I got here pretty boy.”
