hi lol so i seen your ask for more dean requests.. ive never requested anything before lmaoa im so shy๐ญ๐ญ but im willing to help out bc i love dean sm but anyways here's my idea:
so boom, reader and dean they like go on a hunt, and they're doing okay and stuff and then reader almost gets injured but they're fine and they manage to defeat the demon or wtv and so on their way back, dean and reader are arguing and he's saying reader is all types of reckless and stupid and lecturing them on how they could've gotten hurt. and reader doesn't really understand why dean cares so much because like sure they're cool but like they never figured they meant anything special to him even though they have a fat crush on him but what reader doesn't know is that dean has ALSO been pining for reader for like EVERRRRR so when they get home or wtv they're still arguing and finally reader has had enough of the lecturing so they say like "wtf is your deal" like why are you so mad? and dean is like "fuck, bc i care abt you dummy" and so reader's like.. what and dean is like fuck.. and so then they have the whole confession thing which leads to a REALLY heated kiss and then a makeout and passionate NASTY FREAKY PENT UP SMUT.. thank you for your time๐ฅน
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader
Summary: Dean and reader argue. Dean and reader fuck.ย
An: this was one of those once you start you canโt stop writings. Like it all just flowed out. 2.7k words and more than half is straight smut. Thank you zayn Malik for pillow talk because that was on repeat. This is my first like real Dean smut, and the first time I wrote about giving head. If itโs bad donโt tell me. Also thanks for this request it was so much fun to write like wtf, I love angsty/gentle/dom Dean. I need him shipped to my front door. Thanks ๐ย
WC: 2.7k - Dean Masterlist ย
You could barley hear deans shout for your name over the ringing in your ears.
The demon, you had him right in your clutches but you slipped up, one second of hesitation and you were thrown through the termite eaten wall.
You groaned at the sudden pain, you rolled over onto your back as the demon took stalking steps towards you. He smiled menacingly at you "I might not be able to kill him. But you? You I can kill."
He grips the knife in his hand so tight his knuckles turn white. You try to stand up, to give yourself a fighting chance, you even begin muttering the exorcism, but he kicks you in your gut, sending you back a few feet.
Your heart hammers in your chest, as he raises the knife, but before he could make any move to bring it down his body lights up like a firework.
He drops to the ground, behind him stood a battered and bloody Dean. His eyes raked your body for any major injuries before he helped you up.
"You alright?" He asks shortly. you swallow, nodding looking down at the dead demon.
In the car things were tense. Dean had been glaring at the road for the past fifteen minutes. He didn't turn on his post hunt music and he hadn't said a word.
You sat in the passenger seat, watching him through the corner of your eye. His jaw was set, eyes unblinking and his lips were pursed. He was visibly pissed.
"You shouldn't have tried to take him alone" he said finally.
You turn to face him fully, with knitted eyebrows "Excuse me?" You scoff.
Deans grip on the steering wheel tightens "It was stupid, and reckless you could've gotten yourself killed"
You glare at him "I don't know if you're aware Dean but hunters die" It's your job. You risk your lives to save those who need saving, you've long accepted that hunting may lead you to an early grave.
Dean laughs, though there was no amusement on his face "Yeah well not you. You're not allowed to die."
"Are you joking? That's a joke right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking" he finally looks at you, you could see the seriousness on his face.
You scoff when he turns back to the road, instead of arguing further you let Dean have his fit and hope that he'd be over it by time you reach the motel.
This was new, Dean had never gotten angry at your recklessness before. In fact he praised you for your quick thinking skills.
When you reached the motel room you knew none of that anger had gone away. Especially since he slammed the door closed after entering behind you.
You give him an irritated look, but he ignores you. "Sit down" he points to the bed. You wordlessly oblige, sitting in the corner of the bed.
You watch as he moves through the kitchen, most likely in search of the first aid kit. Once he found it he dragged a chair over and sat in front of you.
"Take off your jacket" he demands. You take it off.
His frown deepens as the forming bruise on your stomach. "You need to be more careful. Turn"
You turn on the bed, now facing away from him but you still argue "we're still doing this? Dean I'm fine."
You feel him lift the back of your shirt, and he freezes "take your shirt off" he says. You turn your head towards him with wide eyes "what?!"
His eyes are darkened with anger "you got a cut on your back. Can't reach the whole thing with your shirt on. Take it off." He explains.
Your breath catches in your throat.
"Do I need to take it off of you?" He asks impatiently. you roll your eyes, pulling the shirt off " I'm doin it. No need to be an asshole." You snark.
Dean scoffs, you quietly hiss from the alcohol pad he rubbed against the scar, "an asshole wouldn't care if you live or die"
"I don't know why you care if I live or die" you argued back. Some part of you should feel exposed, sitting shirtless in front of Dean. But you didn't.
He ignores you "That demon could've laid you out right then and there because you didn't wanna wait" you could hear the anger arising in his tone.
"Yeah, or he could've killed that woman" you defended, hissing when he pressed a little too hard to your wound, now adding an ointment.
"Better her than you." He says. It was so out of character for him it made you stand up from your seated position.
You look at him, wide eyed and irritated "okay that's enough. What's your deal?"
He looks at you confused "what do you mean?"
You lick your lips "I mean this. Why are you grilling me, why do you care so much, because last I checked I wasn't even in the top five most important people in your life."
It hurt you to admit it, because Dean didn't know but he had stolen your heard from you years ago and refused to give it back.
Dean stands, he steps towards you, his demeanor making him seem two times your height "if you had died tonight I would've brought hell to earth and killed every one of those son of a bitches" he says.
He's so close you cloud feel the heat radiating from his body. Your stomach twists with something pleasant and familiar "what?" You were breathless.
"Sweetheart, you're above everybody. Without you there is no list."
Your breathing speeds up, "what are you saying" his eyes are green again, and they're looking at you like you have all of the answers.
"I'm saying that I care about you. More than anybody, or anything. And if you diedโฆ if you died there would be nothing that could stop me from getting to you." Dean gets closer and breathing gets harder.
"If you're sayingโฆ what I think then I need you to tell me. Please."
Deans mouth opens, there's words are on the tip of his tongue, refusing to slip out. His mouth closes and your heart sinks.
Tears brim your eyes as you take a step back from him, but he's quick to grab you "I can'tโฆ every time I say it someone dies. But I do, I need you to know that I do." He promises.
His forehead meets yours and he grips your hips like he's holding on to a lifeline. His breath fans offer your lips, waiting for you to say something back.
A fire ignited between you. Deans lips met yours and it was like it all clicked into place. His soft pillowy lips against yours felt like heaven.
His tongue bullied its way into your mouth, making you moan. Deans hands wandered up and down your bare stomach, lightly brushing over the swell of your covered breasts.
Dean broke the kiss, bending down to lift you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses your chest, you moaned faintly running your hands through his slightly grown out hair.
Dean walks you both over to the bed, gently laying you down without separating from you. Deans hands trailed down, undoing the button of your shorts, he pulls away from you to pull them off.
He looks at you. Really looks at you, eyes blown with lust. "Fuckin beautiful" he mutters grabbing your ankle, he pressed light kisses all the way up your calf and all over your thighs, completely ignoring the place you needed him most.
You sat up, wanting to see him. You took the initiative to pull his shirt off, he grins cockily "you wanna see me too baby?" He teases.
You give him a chaste kiss, muttering a "shut up. Pants" against his lips. Dean laughs "yes ma'am" he stands up, kicking his shoes off followed by his pants.
You stood up from the bed, moving in front of him, biting back a smile, Dean looked at you curiously until you descended down onto your knees "oh fucking- Christ" dean groaned.
You smirked as you came face to face with his member, your mouth salivated as you pulled his underwear down his legs.
His cock sprang up making you gasp. He was bigger than you had imagined, and pretty. You grabbed his cock and dean almost lost all ability to stand.
You gave him a few pumps before pressing a kiss to his tip
Dean groaned louder, his hand found your jaw gently prying it open. You stuck your tongue out, Dean slid his cock into your mouth, you closed your lips around him and began moving.
"Oh- fuckin- oh yeah baby" his hand guided you, controlling the pace.
You hollowed your cheeks, letting your jaw go slack in attempt to take all of his length, you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat.
You could feel yourself growing wetter as you watched dean try to keep himself together. He had began controlling the pace himself, rocking his hips back and forth.
"Shit baby, you're suckin me so good" he muttered, his voice was deep filled with lust "I could cum just from lookin at you take my cock like this baby" he says , but he pulls you off of his cock.
You whined, but Dean pulled you up from your knees, his lips found yours again as his cock nudges your fold making you quiver.
"That feel good baby?" He asked, you nod. Dean smirks, and leads you back to the bed, "it's okay honey, m'gonna take good care of you."
Dean reaches around your back and expertly un-clips your bra, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere. He immediately has his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking and licking like its what's keeping him alive, you arch up into him, grasping onto his shoulders for dear life.
His hand wanders down to your pants covered pussy and he presses his finger right against your clit, "ah- fuck Dean" you gasp.
He starts rubbing your clit, "does that feel good pretty girl?"
You nod feverishly as your hips with a mind of their own begin moving along with his motions. He stops briefly, and slips his hand into your panties, his finger slips between your pussy lips with ease "you're wet honey"
"It's your fault, you're too sexy for your own good" you mutter, pressing your lips to his.
He smirks into the kiss, slipping his finger into your hole, "oh my g- Dean"
"I got you, makin' you see stars ain't I?" His finger starts pumping in and out of you, curling at that spot that makes your lags quiver "fuck" you squeal, your hand grabs his wrist but it does nothing to stop his actions. Not that you wanted it to.
"I can feel you flutterin around my finger. You want another?" He asks, kissing your jaw. You nod pathetically "yes, ple- please"
Dean obliges, slipping another finger into your pussy. The stretch feels pleasurable combined with the steady pace of his fingers going in and out of you.
"I wanna taste you" he mutters, Dean moves down your body, positioning himself between your thighs, he kisses your inner thigh, then moves to the other one.
He blows on your pussy, the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. "Dean" you warn him.
"I know, just admirin this pretty pussy. Been wanting to you for so long." He kissed your pussy, before using his finger to spread your lips giving him full access to your clit.
He licked once. Then kissed, another lick. Another kiss.
"Fuck baby, look at you, drippin for me" he says as he dives in.
His tongue swirls around your clit, the most you let out was beyond pornographic, making him groan into you.
Your legs closed around his head, but it doesn't bother Dean. He slips a finger back into your hole, moving with practiced precision.
"Dean! Oh my- fuck- that feels so good" the words come out jumbled and barley coherent.
"You're rightening round my fingers baby, I can't wait to fuck you" Dean says into your pussy.
His unused hand squeezes your thigh ligh it's keeping him grounded. The feeling of him on you was almost overwhelming, you feel the coil in your pussy start to build.
You moan, way too loud. If you were coherent you'd probably be afraid of the neighbors hearing, but deans abuse in your cunt sent every thought that didn't have to do with him right out the window.
"You getting close?" Dean asks, his eyes stay on you, enjoying how thoughtless he'd rendered you. You nod in response, your hand moving to grip his hair tightly.
"That's it honey, come around my fingers. Let me taste you" he was controlling your body like you were a puppet at his mercy, your climax crashed into you like a truck.
You tremble as he continues his abuse on your cunt, writhing against the bed you struggled to find your breath.
Dean slowed his pace, noticing how sting the irgasm was, wanting to grant you some mercy. "That's it pretty girl. Did so good for me." He moves back up your body, kissing every patch of skin he could on his way.
"You're a dream" he says, wiping away the tear that had unknowingly fallen down your cheek. Your eyes connect with his, he's checking to make sure you're okay to continue.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. S'that okay?" He asks. You nod, blinking slowly "yes, please fuck me dean"
He grabs his rock hard cock, pimping it a few times before lining himself up with your hole. He pushes in easily, his previous work helping him out.
Your warmth engulfed him entirely "fuck baby, y'so tight n warm"
You moan at his praise and the feeling of him filling you up. He moved slowly, stretching you open a little bit more, allowing you to get used to his size.
"I can feel you in m'stomach Dean" you mutter, Dean groans pressing is forehead to yours "yeah? M'all the way in your stomach?"
You nod. Dean picks up his pace when you start moving your hips to match his rhythm. "y'gonna feel it when I fill you up? Gonna pump you full of my cum"
his strokes hit deeper, rendering you almost mute. Dean takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and his hand moves down to your clit.
All you could think of was Dean. His scent, his cock, his finger rubbing your clit. Dean let out a low groan from his chest, "fuck baby, this pussy's gonna make me come. You gonna come with me?"
You nod against his forehead, nose brushing against his. He leans in closer, lips nearly touching yours "come on baby, come on my cock, milk my cock" he urged you. It was like your body wanted to obey his every order, because suddenly out of nowhere your climax hit you, stronger this time.
"Ah f-f-fuck! Oh my god" you moaned, clinging to Dean, he kept pumping in and out of you, rhythm a bit unsteady.
He bit your shoulder, groaning deeply as he filled you with his seed. His strokes slowed and deepened as he twitched inside of you, making you whimper.
You stayed like that for a minute, both of you coming down from your highs and coming to terms with the fact that Dean Winchester just fucked the energy out of you.
"Fuck baby, I knew you'd be a godsend but- that was the best sex I've ever had" he kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your lips.
You smiled into the kiss "you and I both"
He pulled away, with one last lingering kiss. He pulled his softening cock from you, watching as your mixed down leaked from your hole.
"What does this mean?" You ask.
Dean scoffs "sweetheart I'll kill anyone who thinks of touching you in cold blood." He lightly slaps your thigh. You laugh tiredly in response.
He looks at you, seriousness creeping back into his expression "just- try to be more careful. 'Cause I need you here baby."
