It's time to start writing again. I've missed it. A lot.
Now that life is a lot better, things are a bit easier, I'm diving back in. First up - Purgatory Rising. Hopefully those who read The Pact are still onboard for Dean's part in this gothic tale.
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thing for angel!Dean, Winged!Dean, alwaysMichael!Dean and specially “Dean turns into an angel for Cas”, because I really dislike Cas going human for Dean (It’s a me thing. No hate on those who love it, it’s just not my cup of tea/coffee/insert beverage of your choice).
So... do you have any recs of fics like that? Preferably not reverse!verse or with Sam/Gabriel as the other pairing (again, no hate to Sabriel shippers, I just don’t feel it)
Pairing : Dean x Reader. Sam mentioned, OCs mentioned.
Word count : 1,916
Warnings : mention of past violence, dirty talk, cam show, masturbation
Commissioned by : @flamencodiva
Additional part of Gamer Dean.
"What a Betty." You smiled as his voice came through your headphones, his bright smile on your screen. He wore a button down white shirt, the top few buttons open and you noticed the sleeves rolled up his forearms.
"Still calling me that, huh?" It's how he's started every conversation for weeks, like he was always seeing you for the very first time and you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"Always, sweetheart." You could feel your cheeks heating up, a shy smile ghosting your lips as you bit into your bottom one and glanced down. "Especially if I keep getting that reaction." He teased.
"Shut up, Dean." You hid your face behind your hands as he laughed. "Where are you, anyways?"
His smile faded a bit when your hands lowered. "Couple hours and a few state lines away, I'm afraid." You gave him a sad nod. You still had no idea what he did, but he seemed go be someplace new every week. "Should be here another three-four days at least, but I'm hoping when we're done here we can head your way for a few days."
"I'd like that." you smiled again.
"I knew you would."
"Sarah will too, especially if you bring Sam. I think she's in lust."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, she asked for pictures of him fresh out of the shower the other day. Wasn't sure if she was-"
"Not joking. She was very serious. She asked me to snag some next time I'm with you."
Dean laughed again. “So what’s new with you, sweetheart?” Dean sat back getting more comfortable. “Anything new happen in the past few days.” You started nervously chewing on your bottom lip. “What is it?”
“You won’t like it.”
“Try me.” Dean crossed his arms across his chest because he could tell by your face that you were right, he wasn’t going to be thrilled.
“Jeff popped back up day before yesterday.”
Dean let out a sigh. “I swear to fuck, if he tried the ‘me or him’ bullshit with you-”
“No. no he apologized.. At first.”
“At first? Come on, man.”
“He apologized for a lot and then I told him he better get used to you being around because you aren’t just my gaming buddy.” you saw a smile creep onto his face as you said the words. “I told him we’re kinda a thing.”
“Kinda?” You rolled your eyes at him because you knew that he understood what you meant by that. That it was a distance thing because he wasn’t always around, but you were both very much together. “Took it bad I guess?”
“Yeah.” you looked down. “He kind of just logged off.” your brow furrowed.
“That doesn’t sound so bad..”
“Chris got a call from the hospital this morning. He went out and picked a fight in a bar. Idiot was barely healed.”
“Someone broke his face again?”
“Don’t look so happy about it.”
“He’s an asshole. He hurt you.”
“Yeah, but he’s still human.”
“You’re a better woman than I, sweetheart.” You cocked an eyebrow. “You know what I mean, shut up. What are you wearing?”
You burst out laughing, cheeks heating up again. “That’s a hell of a conversation shift.”
“Don’t wanna talk about JankyJeff anymore. Wanna talk about what you’ve got under that shirt.” Dean licked his lips.
“And if I said nothing?”
Dean groaned, shifting lower in his chair. “Show me or I don’t believe you.”
“What about Sam?”
“Not here, and not expected back for a while.” his smile widened at you, whole face seeming to light up. “You got time, sweetheart.”
You started to feel shy. Despite having slept with him, more than once, the idea of getting naked while video chatting with him had your face burning hot. Glancing at his face on your screen again, you saw excited patience. His calm smile letting you know that if you said no, it was no. But you wanted to. You couldn’t help but want to.
“Oh, you dirty little liar.” Dean laughed as your shirt fell to the floor.
“I just asked what if, I never said that was the answer.” you shrugged.
“That’s the bra you were wearing when we first met, isn’t it?” You nodded. “I think its my favourite. Same panties too?”
“No.” Standing up, he burst out laughing again when he saw Scooby-doo with handcuffs on your boxers and the words ‘assume the position’. “But, I can promise there’s nothing under these.” you winked into the camera as you sat back down.
“Show me.” his voice was deep with want, and you watched as he shifted how he sat, hand out of view but you could easily guess what it was doing by the way his arm moved.
“I already took something off. Your turn.”
“You got it.” Dean was quick to ditch his button up, tossing it behind him. “Move to the bed, baby.” he licked his lips. “I want to see you better.”
“You'd see me better if you were here.” You reached forward, unplugging the laptop before lifting it up and moving towards the bedroom.
“You have no idea how fuckin’ bad I wanna be there.”
“You could show me.” you teased, enjoying throwing his own words back at him.
“Mm, I could.” he hummed with a smile.
You kicked the door behind you as you went into your room, not that it mattered, and dropped down onto your bed with the laptop. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
His smile widened. “Okay.” You watched as he reached for the back of his laptop, tilting the screen down a touch so the camera would be better positioned. Standing, you had a clear view of the bulge contained by his slacks as he pushed his chair back a few inches. Then he started unbuckling his belt.
Watching his fingers work his belt open had you rubbing your thighs together at the memory of how good he was with those hands of his. He made a show of throwing it open before getting to work on the button and zipper, chuckling softly as he pushed them down his thighs to reveal grey boxer briefs.
“You look so adorable right now.”
“Shut up.” you mumbled shyly, making him laugh again.
Once his pants were discarded, he sat back down in his chair, scooching it a touch closer but trying to keep as much of himself in the camera view as possible. His hand gripped his bulge through the material, palm stroking over it slowly as he kept his eyes on you on his screen. “Wishing I was there too?” you nodded. “What would you like first, baby? My hands? Or my tongue?”
“Both.” you answered without hesitation and his smile grew cocky.
“I’d give you both all fuckin’ night.” The way he said it, it was a promise and not a brag. Like he had every intention of doing just that the second he got you within arms reach. He watched how you shifted, thighs squeezing together. “You getting wet thinking about it?”
“Let me guess, show you?”
His lips pursed, and he shook his head. “You don’t need to. But you might want to take care of it. I can talk you through it, if you like. Or just tell you how bad I want you. How much I miss the feel of your skin under my fingers. Your body against mine.”
“Keep talking.” you breathed out softly, hand slipping down into your boxers, fingers trailing softly over your already wet slit.
“As soon as I can, baby. As soon as I’m through that door, or you’re through mine. We won’t even see the bed, not right away.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna finger you right there next to the door.” You let out a soft gasp, fingers brushing over your clit as you pictured it in your head. “Make you beg me for more.”
“I would beg.” you nod.
“Whatever you’re wearing, gone. I’ll tear it off you if I have to, I don’t give a shit. I’ll eat that pussy so good while you struggle to stay standing, even with a wall to your back.”
“And after I come?” your eyes are locked on his on your screen, even though his hand is moving, you're so focused on his face as he answers.
“You mean after you come a second time?” his smirk is cocky as hell and fuck does it make you wish he was there all the more. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Bend me over in the hall? Hands braced against the wall?”
“If that’s how you want it.”
“I think it is.”
“Know what I want?”
“What?”
“I want you to stop playing with your clit for a second.” You obeyed almost instantly. “Two fingers.” he held up two as if to show you. “Get ‘em as deep as you can, fuck yourself a bit for me baby. Can you do that?”
You gave him a nod, lips slightly parted as you pushed your middle finger in first, and then added your index. You moved them in and out, as closely timed to his strokes as you could get. You wanted to see it, you wanted to watch his hand on bare skin as it stroked. You wanted him doing it right in front of you.
“You want me there, don’t you baby?”
“God, yes.” you let your head fall back, eyes closed.
“As soon as I can, sweetheart, I’ll be at your door, I promise. And you better be wearing those fucking boxers.”
“With nothing else.”
Dean groaned, and you opened your eyes, head coming forward again as he gripped his cock tighter through the thin material, like he was trying to stop himself from coming right then and there. “Shit.” he cursed.
“No bra, no panties, just me and Scooby-doo.”
“Mm, I’ll bring the handcuffs, baby.” his lips curved up into a smile.
“You got a pair?” Dean nodded. “Are you going to use them on me? Or do I get to use them on you?” Dean’s hand stopped moving, eyes locked on you, tongue darting out to lick his lip. “Cuz, I could cuff you to my bed.” you gave him your most innocent smile. “Ride you until I’m done with you.”
“Jesus fucking-” he bit into his bottom lip as he freed himself through the opening.
“Ride your face. Ride that dick.”
“I am so fucking tempted to call someone else in to do this damn job.” he mumbled to himself, head back as his hand moved in quick but long strokes over his length.
“I miss you, too, Dean.” He looked at your face on the screen again and a smile slowly spread over his lips. “Now come for me.”
Dean groaned through pursed lips. “So close. But first, I showed you mine.”
Your hand came out of your boxers, and Dean let out a string of courses as you put your fingers in your mouth. “Good bye, Scooby-doo.” you chuckled, lifting your hips to push them down before kicking them off. Dean was panting when you spread your legs again.
“I don’t give a shit what call comes in. When I’m done here, I’m coming to you, Betty.”
“I’ll be waiting and ready, Impala.” you teased with a smirk, hand going between your legs. Dean groaned, head falling back again as your fingers made contact with your clit once more.
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So, fail to me. I just realized that I never finished writing my 2.5k Follower Drabbles....I made the masterlist, prepped all the ficlets, then life got busy and I forgot all about it.
So...working on those this week/weekend. :D
People to whom I still owe a fic (though I’m sure you’ve forgotten all about this long lost celebration of mine): @waywardjoy x2, @sleepless-sin, @emoryhemsworth, @atc74, @babypieandwhiskey x2, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @arlaina28, @mamaredd123, and @ellen-reincarnated1967.
That’s 11 fics, all mixed up with fluff, angst, and smut. Buckle up, folks. :D
Summary: After losing her sister Anna to a demon, the Winchesters have taken Lexi under their wing. She studies and trains with them, tense friction quickly growing between her and Dean. When Sam and Castiel leave to take care of the demon that killed Anna without her, the levee of tension amidst Lexi and Dean breaks, flowing into something neither of them expected.
A/N: This is an edit of a fic I’ve posted previously. I meant to write a brief smutty one-shot and ended up developing the OFC a bit. I think I could do so much better with this, so I may eventually do a re-write. Since the word count is 10K+, I decided to chapter it out. There may still be some errors, so please forgive me as I haven’t had this beta’d yet. Thank you for reading and as always, if you’d like to be tagged just send an ask!
He's never told you how he feels about you and he never will because he thinks you deserve better. He knows he can never have you that way without something awful happening or fucking it up somehow. So he keeps it professional and friendly, but it's always him that has to watch you when you have to be the bait, can't be Sam because if anything went wrong he'd never forgive him. He just waits, hoping to make it as quick as possible. He hates seeing you flirt or play the game, he hates when they touch you or you touch them, but all he can do is watch and wait. The satisfaction comes later when he gets to behead the scum that thought they had you to themselves.