His hand gently caressed your naked side, sending gooseflesh riding up and down your arms and legs. The way that his lips caressed you made it feel like you were in a dream. Every touch that he was giving to you made you feel like you were the main character in one of those cliche romance films when the two protagonists finally make love to the shitty soundtrack that played in the background.
But you loved every second of it.
As Dean moved in and out of your warmth, the pleasure building up in your lower stomach, his luscious lips trailed down your neck to the section where your neck was connected to your shoulder. There, he attached his lips, suckling on the piece of skin, bringing it between his teeth. There would be a dark mark when he lifted his head up. It was a sign that showed anyone who saw it that you belonged to Dean Winchester and only Dean Winchester.
Dean’s calloused hands ran down, from your shoulder, down your chest, down your stomach, and to your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around your thigh, spreading it wider so that he was able to get deeper inside of you. As he lifted his head, glancing into your closed eyes, he gave a small smile.
“I love you, (Y/N).” He said with a deep, soft voice.
The comment that he made caused you to open up your eyes, staring into his green orbs, filled with lust and love and adoration. A small smile appeared on your face.
“I love you, too, Dean,” you said as you reached up, pressed your hand against the back of his head, and brought his lips down to meet yours in a loving, passionate kiss.
Imagine having rough sex with Dean after he almost lost you on a hunt
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader
Words: 484
For: @wayward-gypsy
Dean’s lips were roughly pressed against yours. You knew that they would be puffy and swollen afterward. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you close so that your body was flush against his own. He pulled his lips away and stared at you, a mixture of anger, worry, and lust swimming around in his emerald eyes.
“I could have lost you,” he grumbled and kissed you once more.
You let out a small whimper and opened your mouth to say something before he kissed you again. You felt a slight pain in your chest. You knew that your ribs were bruised. During the earlier hunt, you and the boys had gotten your share of bumps and bruises from the earlier hunt. Werewolves were never kind to hunters.
There was a moment when the boys were cornered, weapons scattered, like they normally would. The werewolf towered over them, yellow teeth bared and drool dribbling down his jaw. You were the one with the silver knife. You were the one that had the opportunity to save them. So you took it.
You wrapped your fingers tightly around the blade handle, stalking over and grabbing the hair on top of his neck, pulling it back to get his attention. You stabbed the blade into his back, earning a howl from the creature. He reached back and grabbed your arm roughly, claws digging into the skin. With his other arm, he slammed you against the ground. His claws wrapped around your throat, the pressure cutting off your airway.
This allowed Dean and Sam some time to grab their own weapons - revolvers that contained six silver bullets - and aim them at the back of the monster’s head. Dean was the one that pulled the trigger first, allowing you to drop to the ground. Without your quick thinking, the boys would have died and without their quick thinking, you would have as well. Still, that didn’t stop Dean from getting mad.
He wanted to feel your whole body against his. To make sure that you were still there with him. That you were not going anywhere any time soon. He wanted that guarantee and, in that moment, he was receiving it. As your skin was touching his and your lips were caressing his, he was able to feel like you were with him. Forever.
Dean’s rough hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled away from the kiss and stared into your eyes. “Don’t you ever do that again. Do you understand me?”
You opened your mouth to object, but Dean spoke again as if he was able to tell what you were going to say.
“Do you understand me?” His tone was more dominant as he let out a small growl and shook his head.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I understand.” You whispered.
Dean nodded. “Good,” he said before he smashed his lips against yours once again.
His emerald eyes skimmed over your body as you stood in front of him, clad in black and red lingerie. The clothing barely covered your breasts and didn’t leave much to the imagination the lower his gaze traveled. As you stared into Dean Winchester’s eyes, you could tell that there was a certain love hidden within. Your heart was racing, breath slithering past your parted lips. Dean stood up straight, making him taller than you without much effort. He was still in the undershirt that he wore under his tuxedo earlier that day with shoes and jacket in the corner of the motel room while your dress was in the bathroom, hanging on the shower curtain.
Dean swallowed the lump that was in his throat as you walked over to him, eyes connected with his. You licked your lips as you got closer to him. You wrapped her arms nonchalantly around his neck and he, out of instinct, pressed his hands against your waist. The corner of your lips curled into a smile and, soon after, his did as well.
“You look absolutely sexy,” he commented in a deep, baritone voice.
It was almost impossible to stop the red heat that appeared on your cheeks. “Thank you,” you responded in a lust-filled voice. “You look sexy too. You know how you would look even sexier?”
“How?” A smirk replaced the smile.
“If you were out of those damn clothes.”
Dean chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” His hands flew to his shirt, fingers swiftly unbuttoning it, exposing his toned chest that rested underneath.
Your eyes were attached to the skin that he was beginning to reveal, the smile still on your lips. As he pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, the fabric gliding off of his arms and onto the floor, you placed your hands on his chest. You ran your fingers towards his neck and slithered towards his cheek, where you placed your hands.
“I love you, Dean Winchester.” You said as you stared into his eyes.
Dena looked down at you and smiled lovingly. “I love you too, (Y/N) Winchester.”
You shared the smile. “Make love to me.”
He chuckled deeply. ‘You don’t have to tell me twice.” He said before you connected your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.
“How could you leave me alone like that?” you said, staring into the puppy dog eyes with sorrow lacing your own. You could feel your heart racing inside of your chest, practically getting caught in your throat. “You left me without a damn word and you think that you can just come back and everything is going to be alright?”
Sam Winchester’s shoulders slumped, looking down in shame. “(Y/N),” he said in a soft voice. “I don’t expect that. I can’t explain why I left. I just can’t.”
“Was it because of another woman?” You crossed your arms.
“What? No, no,” He shook his head. “There was no one else.”
“Was it because of your brother?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer the question, but he closed it. That moment of hesitation gave you the answer. You nodded.
“Why didn’t you at least say goodbye?”
“I couldn’t. I wish that I could have, but I couldn’t. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“You didn’t really show it. It’s been eight years, Sam. You haven’t texted, you haven’t called. Hell, you haven’t even come back to visit. Why did you even bother coming back?”
“I-I-”
“You can’t think of a reason, can you? You spineless, selfish bi-”
“Mama?” The tired voice behind you rang throughout the entryway of your apartment.
Immediately, you turned around and cleared your throat. You ran your fingers through your hair as your son stood there in his blue and white pajama set. He yawned. You glanced at Sam and then at the boy, walking over to him. You knelt down.
“Danny,” you said. “Mama is talking to one of her friends, alright? I’m sorry we woke you. How about you go to bed and then when mommy is done, I’ll come on in and tuck you in.”
Danny glanced at Sam with big, green eyes. He then looked back at you and nodded. He yawned. “Okay,” he said and hugged you before turning around and trudging up the stairs.
As he vanished, you stood up, arms gently crossed over your chest. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I...didn’t know you had a son.” He mumbled.
You licked your lips and nodded. “Yeah,”
“How old?”
You turned around and looked at him. “Seven. He’s getting ready to turn eight in two months.”
Sam slowly frowned. “Seven, huh?”
“Yeah…” you paused. “He’s yours, Sam. He’s your son.”
Sam swallowed the lump that was in his throat. “H-He’s my son?”
“Yes,” you said, whispering.
Sam’s jaw was clenched. It looked as if he was choked up. He looked down. You stared into his face.
“Look, Sam, I don’t know why you are here or what brought you here, but the relationship that we used to have isn’t something that can just be glued back together as if nothing happened.”
“I know,” Sam said with a knowing and understanding tone. “Trust me, (Y/N), I knew that before I came here. I just…”
You waited for him to finish the statement, but after two minutes, it never came. So, after that, you figured that you could finish it for him.
“You wanna start over?”
“Yes,”
“Is that what you came here for?”
“Partially.” He said. “I would have wanted to start over only if you wanted to.”
You licked your lips and looked down at the ground, contemplating the scenario that you were in. You didn’t forgive him for walking out on you when you were together years ago, but you knew that starting over would be the best option when it came to trying to fix the relationship that was shattered between the two of you. You glanced up at him and gave a small nod.
“Yeah, I want to start over.”
A small, relieved smile played on his lips and he let out a sigh. “Okay, great. Thanks,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” you told him as you returned the smile. “Now, go back to your motel. It’s pretty late. We can discuss more of this tomorrow. I have to go tuck Danny into bed.”
“Okay,” Sam said with a slight smile as he moved towards the door. He looked back at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You said before you closed the door.
Imagine MOC!Dean taking all of his anger and frustration out on you.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader
Words: 374
For: @wayward-gypsy
“Dean,” you said with a calm voice that was edging on frantic. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the Green Orbs of the man that you love, bloody knife in his hand. He was shaking, eyes large and pupils dilated. “Put the knife down.”
“Get back.” His words came out as a growl.
You stepped closer to him. “I know that that mark is turning you into someone that you aren’t, so that is why you have to fight this. You have to fight this. For me. For Sam. For Cas. For you.” You reached over and gently touched his wrist.
It all happened so fast. The grip on your arm was tight. Dean dropped the knife onto the floor and used the free hand to grab your waist. He slammed your back against the wall, the air leaving your lungs, cheeks flushing a bright pink color. Your eyes opened further.
“D-Dean,”
“You know, one of the reasons why I love you is because you can handle me when I’m like this,” He began as he reached down and began to undo his belt.
“Dean…”
“Can I…?”
“Dean, I-”
“Please?” He begged. He sounded desperate and angry.
You swallowed the lump that was in your throat as you looked into his eyes. You let out a small sigh. “Don’t get too rough. I wanna be able to cum.”
The smirk appeared on his face as soon as you consented. He immediately ripped off your jeans and panties. He leaned down and pressed his lips on your neck roughly. A blush formed on your cheeks as a whimper fell from your lips.
“You know, I love you so damn much,” he growled as he shuffled out of his pants and boxers, hard cock springing free.
“I love you too, baby,” you whispered, feeling his fingers touch your throbbing clit. A gasp emitted from your mouth.
Dean pressed his lips roughly against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the arousal begin to pool in your lower half. Dean pulled away from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“I love you, (Y/N),” Dean said.
“I love you too, Dean.” You said right before he thrust into you.
