Effortless

Dance With Me?

This fic will cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Strip Club AU & College AU

Since neither of those squares is a kink, per se, I've included breast and nipple play in the story so that it still contains a kink. 😉

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 7, 605

Summary: Y/N is shy and not sure why she agreed to come to a strip club. Can the very hot, green-eyed dancer pull her out of her shell, and out of her clothes?

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. PWP. Breast and nipple play. Stripping. Unprotected sex (wrap it up - fantasy isn't reality!) P in V. Oral (fem receiving)

A/N: This smutty one shot turned out to be pretty long, my apologies, but I hope you'll find it's worth it and...satisfactory. 😉

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Beautiful Divider at the bottom created by @talesmaniac89

"Come on, Y/N!"

Y/N felt a little like she was going to pop a blood vessel from all the noise and lights and peer pressure she was currently experiencing.

Not to mention the giant penis being shaken in her face.

She really didn't want to be here.

Giving in to the peer pressure, Y/N took the twenty dollar bill in her hand (one that didn't come from her wallet, thankfully) and stuck it into the lowered G-string of the hulking man on the stage above her.

The admittedly handsome man blew her a kiss and danced away. Thankfully most of the attention surrounding her left with him and she could breathe a little again.

She had agreed to come out to "Stallions" strip club very reluctantly. She'd never been to one, and now she knew why. It was just so not her scene.

She understood the appeal, the guys were all very muscled and oiled and danced very well. But the continuous high-pitched screaming, the lights zooming around the room, the pound full of glitter that she'd inhaled, and the overt, penis-in-your-face public sexuality wasn't tantalizing to her. It made her incredibly uncomfortable and caused a knot to form in her stomach.

She just wanted to be home, curled up with the only permanent male in her life, her fat, orange tom cat, Mr. Dude.

Maybe she really was pathetic.

That's what Marla had said to get her out here. That she was pathetic and didn't know how to have fun. She'd said it teasingly, but there was a hint of truth to her words, and Marla's eyeroll told Y/N that the older woman may actually be annoyed with how reserved her cousin/roommate was. Even though they were related, the women couldn't be more different and didn't really make for ideal roommates.

Marla was all flash and sizzle, she lived life loud and brash, and never made any apologies for it. And Y/N accepted that and never tried to change her, she just wished Marla could do the same for her.

As she watched her now, Marla was screaming and running her hand up and down the thighs of the stripper in front of her. The dancer took Marla's hand and set it on his rather sizable package as he gyrated his hips into her palm. Marla was in heaven.

As the song ended the room exploded in more screaming and it was all Y/N could do not to cover her ears. She thought that might be just a bit too obvious, illustrating just how miserable she was to be here.

The group of women Marla had brought along with them, none of whom Y/N knew, all left en masse to the bathroom, not even sparing a wave for Y/N.

She was thinking about taking this opportunity to slink out the door (they probably wouldn't even notice she was gone) when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Slightly startled, she turned her head.

And audibly gasped.

The man standing beside her was the most ridiculously handsome man she'd ever seen in real life.

Nope. Ever. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

He was tall and broad, the muscles in his bare chest and arms were thick and solid. He only wore a pair of jeans, but they encased his muscular thighs and slightly bowed legs perfectly, showing them off rather than concealing them.

But it was his face that had Y/N enthralled and incapable of looking away. He was smiling at her and she felt like she might pass out. His lips were plump, pink, and looked so incredibly soft that they made Y/N's mouth water a little.

His teeth were straight, white and dazzling. He had very pointy eye teeth and they made Y/N think about bitten flesh. Correction. It made her think about this man biting her flesh.

That was not a thing she'd ever thought about before.

His cheekbones were high and wide, his nose straight and perfect, as though a master carver had chiseled away the marble until only perfection was left.

And then there were his eyes. Dear God, his eyes.

They were a bright verdant green, his lashes long and thick, curling upwards. They sparkled as he smiled down at her; his smile was warm and sexy, and melted her into a puddle.

He was saying words. She should really try to figure them out, but she was distracted by the way his tongue swept along his bottom lip.

She shook her head. "Sorry. What?"

His smile deepened and turned a little knowing. It wasn't surprising that he knew the effect he was having on her. Surely she wasn't the first woman this Adonis had left speechless, he was probably used to it by now.

"I was telling you that your friends over there," he pointed in the general direction the other women had headed, "they paid for an hour for you."

Y/N looked wildly behind her trying to see Marla or any of the other women, but they were nowhere to be seen.

She looked back at the unfathomably hot man beside her and frowned. "Paid for an hour of what?"

"Me." he answered. His smile widened and his eyes did a quick sweep of her body that nonetheless made Y/N's heart start slamming against her ribs. "It's a private show."

He held out his hand to her, but she just stared at it, like she didn't recognize what it was.

He dropped it back to his side. "They thought you might be more comfortable away from the crowd." He said, raising his voice when the music started up again for the next dancer coming out. The screaming started up again too, and Y/N just shook her head.

"No. I mean, thank you. But I think I'm going to just head home."

He leaned in close to her and she froze, completely overcome by his scent which was some kind of warm, spicy cologne, that cut through the scents of alcohol and sex that had surrounded her.

He put his lips to her ear so she could hear him over the noise. "Come on, Sweetheart. If you go now, I'm gonna get in trouble."

He pointed toward a woman in a sleek red dress, standing by the bar.

"My boss is going to think you left because you didn't like me. I could get fired."

Y/N frowned. Dammit, she didn't want to get him in trouble. Why, God why, had those women thought this was going to be better? An hour in a secluded back room? At least in a crowd, she could try to melt into the background. Now, she'd be headed to a private room, one-on-one with the sexiest man she'd ever been near.

Everything he did seemed calculated to make her start overheating. Even just the way he leaned close to her, his hand braced against the back of the bench seat she was on. The position caused his bicep and pectoral muscles to flex and shift under smooth, naturally tanned skin. Most of the guys she'd seen tonight looked like they spent hours in a tanning bed or spray tan booth. But this man had a golden glow to his skin that made her imagine him spending hours shirtless in the sun.

Her mind drifted along that beautiful train of thought for a moment until he pulled her back by straightening up and putting his hand out toward her again.

"I'm Dean."

Y/N put her hand in his and tried to act as though shivers weren't racing up her arm as her hand was engulfed in his massive one.

"Y/N." she answered and gasped again as Dean pulled her to her feet with an easy tug. He nodded toward the back of the room.

"So?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. Surely she could manage fifteen minutes or so in his presence, long enough to convince his boss that Dean was doing his job.

She followed him through the labyrinthine tables and chairs and through a thick black curtain. On the other side was a long hallway that had about a dozen doors along it. Dean brought them to one that said "Private # 3" and indicated she should go first through the door.

The room wasn't really what she'd been expecting. She'd thought it would be a little seedy, maybe a bit trashy, all animal prints and sequins.

But it was a medium-sized room with a couple of tasteful leather couches, a table and two chairs, and a counter that doubled as a bar, complete with mini fridge. The only thing in the room that hinted that Dean occasionally took all his clothes off in here, was the small stage in the corner.

Dean led her over to one of the couches and she sat on the very edge, entirely too nervous to relax into the cushion. Dean moved over to a the small liquor station on the counter.

"Can I make you a drink?" He asked, but Y/N shook her head.

"I don't really drink."

Dean nodded and poured himself a tumbler of amber liquid. She had no idea what it was but he took a sip and pursed his lips as he swallowed. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip again, this time going after a stray drop of liquor.

Y/N felt her stomach swoop and she subtly pushed her thighs together.

He turned around and grabbed a long-sleeved plaid shirt that hung over the back of one of the chairs at the table. Before he shrugged the shirt onto his broad shoulders, Y/N caught a glimpse of his beautifully muscled back and round, plump ass.

She knew he was likely putting the shirt on for her benefit, trying to put her more at ease, but she sort of wished he'd left it off for just a little longer. It seemed a shame to cover up the work of art that was his back and backside.

He left the shirt hanging open, so she was still treated to the site of his flat stomach, and smooth chest as he came and sat beside her. He stayed at the edge of the couch as well, so that his body was close enough to hers that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

He took another sip of his drink before he spoke.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?"

Y/N was slightly startled by the mundane question. Although, she wasn't sure what she'd figured he was going to ask as a conversation starter.

What's your favorite sexual position?

Cowgirl.

She answered the imaginary question inside her own mind and then immediately began envisioning herself straddling his lap, grinding down on him, his hands spanning her waist before sliding up and cupping her breasts, squeezing...

"Y/N?" Dean bumped her shoulder gently with his in an attempt to rouse her from her musings long enough to answer his very respectable question.

Y/N shook her head. Jesus! she thought. Get a grip!

"Oh, I'm a student." she managed to get the words out passed her incredibly dry throat. Maybe she should have something to drink. She coughed a little and cleared her throat.

"Do you want a soda?" Dean asked. "There are a couple cans in the fridge."

Y/N nodded. "That would be great. Thanks."

Dean walked over to the mini fridge that was housed under the counter. As he bent over to get the soda, Y/N got a great view of his ass and thighs and all she could do was lick her lips and try to clear her continuously parched throat.

Good God. She desperately wanted to grab a handful of his backside. She shook her head, mortified to realize that she was acting just like the women she'd been judging earlier.

Huh, she thought. Maybe I just didn't meet the right dancer out there.

As Dean walked back towards her, his hips and legs moving him across the room with a self assured swagger, she was suddenly very curious to see him dance. He looked like he might really know what to do with his hips.

When he got back to the couch, he set down an individual plastic glass, like one you'd find in a hotel room, still sealed in plastic, and the closed can of soda.

She realized, as she took the glass out of the wrapping and cracked the drink open to pour it into the glass, that all of this was for her benefit. By letting her open her own drink and pour it into an obviously clean glass, he was letting her feel safe that there was nothing dropped, or going to be dropped, into the drink.

Also, by putting the can on the table beside her, instead of on the low coffee table in front of them both, he kept the glass and can far away from him, as further reassurance for her.

She found the slightly protective action sweet and very endearing.

As he sat back down, he picked up their conversation. "So, what do you take in school?"

Y/N swallowed a sip of the fizzy soda and coughed slightly as she answered.

"Um, I'm in the Masters program at KU, Physics, with a focus on Quantum Physics and the Unified Field Theory."

Dean looked at her, slightly surprised. "Wow. That's..." he shook his head. "Wow."

He was frowning a little and Y/N felt her defenses go up. "What, you think women can't do sciences?"

Dean's head jerked back slightly. "Uh...no. I think I can't do sciences, so it always impresses me when someone else can." He smiled at her and Y/N was immediately contrite.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I get a little defensive." She gave him a sardonic smile. "There are only eight other women in my entire program."

"Wow - that sucks." Dean said, shaking his head. Then he looked back at Y/N and his eyes were full of flirtation. "Huh. Smart and beautiful. That is a deadly combination."

Y/N rolled her eyes but felt herself blush. Flustered, she cleared her throat and asked an incredibly stupid question. "So, what do you do?"

His forehead crinkled and a smirk pulled at his lips. Y/N heard the idiocy of the question almost immediately.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I'm..." she hid her face in her hands. "I'm not really good at the whole social interaction thing." she said, her voice muffled by her fingers.

Dean chuckled softly and the huskiness in the sound made Y/N feel slightly light headed.

"No, don't worry about it." He said, settling back on the couch. "I'm a student too, actually."

"Oh! That's great." Y/N said. "Do you go to KU?"

Dean shook his head ruefully. "Hell no. Not smart enough for that." he winked at her and her stomach flip flopped again. God, he was sexy.

"No, I go to Kansas City Community College. I'm studying to become a fire fighter. Halfway through."

Y/N smiled and then giggled, she couldn't help it.

Dean smiled back. "Well, I mean, I know it's no 'Masters in Quantum Physics' at the age of what, twenty-three?" Dean asked, and under his smile she glimpsed just a trace of self-consciousness. She realized that it must seem like she was laughing at him for going to Community College, or maybe laughing at his choice of careers.

She waved her hands. "No, I'm sorry. I think that's amazing. I couldn't imagine a more demanding or important career. Really, that's so great!"

He seemed mollified and smiled easy again. "Then what are you giggling at?"

Y/N tried to suppress her grin. "It's just...you're a stripper...and a fireman...I just feel like there might be some career overlap there."

He broke into hearty laughter and Y/N felt her breath catch. His head was thrown back and his eyes crinkled at the corners. His laugh was rich and warm and Y/N felt her heart get lighter just listening to it.

She settled back on to the couch too, relaxing in spite of herself.

He clapped his hands and and sighed. "Yeah, there are about a dozen guys here who do a fireman routine. There's definitely overlap."

His smile was wide and his eyes were full of warmth and mirth as he looked at her. Somehow they were even more beautiful now.

Y/N tried to get the conversation back on track. "So, you do this," she waved her hand to indicate the room and club in general. "to pay for school."

Dean grinned. "No, I do this for...beer money mostly."

Y/N tried to hide her surprise, feeling that maybe it would be seen as rude. "Oh. Oh, I see."

Dean grinned at her discomfort. "My other job pays for school, I work part time construction." He raised a hand. "I know, another career overlap." He chuckled. "I also got some scholarships."

Y/N nodded. "Oh, that's so cool." She was clearly off kilter a little and finally just shook her head. "Can I ask you a question?"

Dean smiled, already guessing the question. "Sure."

Y/N confirmed his suspicions. "Why do you do this, then, if you don't need the money?"

Dean shrugged and shifted slightly towards her on the couch. "Well," he said, his voice low. "For one thing, I make a lot of tips."

Y/N chuckled. Yeah, I bet. She thought.

Dean continued, "Also, I'm good at it." His gaze heated up a little and his smile softened and became warmer, sexier. "And," he shrugged again. "I like it."

Y/N tried to ignore the way her fingers itched to reach out and trace his bottom lip. Up close she could see a light sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks. She thought that might be the most adorable/sexy thing she'd ever seen. She kind of wanted to lick them.

Tamping down a moan as she saw his eyes flit to her lips, she tried to get back to what he was saying.

"Really?" she asked. "You like it? I would have thought having all those women pawing at you would be, at best annoying, at worst, might make you feel...I don't know...used?"

He raised one eyebrow. "If I like doing it, and I'm paid well for doing it, and I'm doing it of my own freewill, how could I be being used?" He asked logically.

Y/N shook her head. "I never looked at it like that."

Dean shrugged. "Don't worry about it, most people don't."

He moved closer again, so that their knees were touching and he was close enough that when he put his elbow up on the back of the couch Y/N felt a little caged in by it. She was surprised to find she really, really liked the feeling.

With his arm up, his flannel was also pulled open so she could once again see his golden skin and the muscles along his ribcage. She could also see half of his broad chest along with his right nipple, making her want to reach out and flick it. If she was straddling him and starting flicking it and sucking on it, would he like it?

She took a deep shuddery breath. She needed to get it together.

That plan fell out the window with his next words.

His voice was a low rumble. "Besides, I like the connections I can make with people in the audience. Sometimes when I'm onstage I'll zero in on one woman, making eye contact and letting her know I see her. It feels amazing to make her smile, to make her blush, to make her feel beautiful..."

Dean leaned in close, his lips hovering over Y/N's for just a moment, giving her time to move away, before he lowered his mouth over hers. His kiss was all too brief, a mere brush of the lips.

But he wasn't done. "...make her feel desirable..." He pressed his lips to Y/N's again, but firmer this time, sucking gently on her top lip.

"...make her feel wanted." He finished, in a deep-voiced whisper against Y/N's mouth before he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head so he could lick up into her, sucking on her tongue and pulling it into the warm recesses of his own mouth. Y/N moaned unexpectedly and the raggedness in the sound embarrassed her and she pulled away.

Dean accepted her retreat and sat back from her, but didn't move completely back to his side. He was still close enough that Y/N could have easily reached over and continued the kiss. And she was so tempted to do so.

But she didn't. She just sat awkwardly for a moment, talking herself out of it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Sure." Y/N's voice cracked again and she cleared her throat before taking another sip of her drink.

"Why are you here?"

Y/N swallowed, frowning slightly. "Cause my friends paid for -"

Dean laughed, cutting her off. "No. I know why you're here." he said, patting the couch. "Why are you...here?" He asked, moving his hand in an arc to indicate the whole club. "You looked pretty miserable to be here."

Y/N smiled and shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Because I caved to peer pressure at the ripe old age of twenty four."

She frowned, suddenly curious. "How old are you?"

Dean smiled. "Twenty-six. You're way ahead in your schooling, but I'm way behind. Took me a while to figure out what I wanted."

Y/N shrugged. "When you start school isn't important. Time is relative." When Dean looked skeptical Y/N grinned. "Trust me, I'm a scientist."

Dean laughed and Y/N felt it roll over her like a warm blanket. Finally, he brought them back to his question.

"So, you caved to peer pressure at the age of twenty-four. What does that mean?"

Y/N shook her head. "My friend, well cousin, actually, told me I was being pathetic and I should learn to have fun."

Y/N felt herself flush a little as she admitted, "I don't really have a lot of friends, which I realize is just as sad as it sounds." She tried to laugh it off, but it was something she was really self-conscious about.

"I'm your typical science nerd, I guess. Hell, I'm practically a stereotype." She waved a hand toward herself. "I'm tall and gawky, awkward. And I'm just bad at meeting new people."

Dean looked at her, incredulous. "Gawky?"

Y/N nodded.

Dean let out a breath and raked his gaze up and down Y/N's body slowly. "Not exactly how I'd describe you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up.

Dean's gaze was soft and warm as he watched her. "You're so beautiful."

Y/N scoffed and looked down at her feet, his praise entirely too much for her.

Dean reached over and trailed his knuckles down Y/N's cheek and across her jaw. "And you look amazing in pink."

Y/N ducked her head and Dean pulled his hand back. Y/N looked up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. "That's quite a line. Is that one of your big moves?"

Dean smiled, slow. His movements were also slow as he shifted himself close enough to put his lips to Y/N's ear, trailing his fingertips down from her shoulder to her elbow and causing her to shiver.

"No, you haven't seen my moves. Yet." He said and the word "yet", spoken deep and delicious against her neck just before he pressed a kiss to the hollow spot just behind her earlobe, brought on another shiver.

He pulled back again though and Y/N had never been more disappointed. Her body was screaming at her to stop teasing and just jump on him, already. But her rational mind held her back.

Dean threw back the rest of his drink, and it suddenly occurred to Y/N that she was obviously having some kind of effect on him as well.

She smiled at this unforeseen development. She'd never really thought of herself as desirable before. She'd slept with a handful of guys, but she'd always just figured their interest in her was more due to availability and proximity than to any kind of unslakeable lust.

She liked the feeling.

They sat in silence for a moment or two and then Y/N heard the song that was playing out front, even muffled as it was through the door, and she let out a happy little gasp of surprise.

"Oh! I love this song!"

Dean listened, trying to identify the song. When he did, he cocked a disbelieving brow.

"Bryan Adams?" He took a second to think of the name of the song. "Is this...what is it, 'Heaven'?" He asked, his face scrunched up in distaste.

Y/N punched his shoulder. "Shut up. This song is a classic."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah, classically lame."

Y/N shoved him this time. "How dare you?" she asked in mock outrage. "I'll have you know this was the first song I ever slow danced to. It holds a special place in my heart forever."

Y/N raised her chin and theatrically placed both hands over her heart.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, well then, my apologies. I never meant to belittle your first dance." He grinned. "Who was your partner in that first slow dance?"

Y/N grinned back. "Bradley Smythe."

Dean's eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile grew. "Wow. That is quite the name. Was he part of a royal family?"

Y/N shook her head, laughing. "His dad owned laundromats."

Dean pushed his lips out . "Well, king of the laundry."

Y/N smiled wide at the memory of the school dance. "It was seventh grade and he was very dreamy. He had floppy hair and a puka shell necklace."

Dean laughed out loud. "What a stud."

Y/N joined in the laughter, the memory a happy, sweet one. There weren't a lot of those for her in school since she had been about as popular as one might expect a shy, science-y girl to be.

Their laughter died down and suddenly Dean stood up and reached his hand out toward her.

"Dance with me?"

Julie laughed nervously now. "Oh god, no...I don't..."

Dean's eyes turned pleading. "Come on! I mean, I don't have time to grow my hair out," he said pushing a hand through his short, light brown hair. "But, I'm pretty sure if I looked hard enough I could find a puka shell necklace around her somewhere."

Y/N giggled. "No, no, that's fine. But..."

Dean pouted, and it was about the sexiest fucking thing Y/N had ever seen. It was also her undoing.

"Please?" he cajoled. "The song's half over already, so it won't be a long dance."

Sighing, she put her hand in his and let him pull her up.

He placed his hands on her waist, arms completely straight as he stood a good two feet away from her, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Does this seem like a good representation of the seventh grade dance technique."

Y/N laughed and put her hands on his shoulders, shuffling back and forth with him. She squinted as though thinking it over before nodding. "Yeah...yes. This feels about right."

She chuckled, a sound that turned into a breathless gasp as Dean pulled her up against him, slipping his right hand around to her lower back, and sliding it just under the hem of her t-shirt, so that she felt the warmth of it on her skin.

He took her right hand off his shoulder, surrounding it completely in his massive left hand, and tucking it up against his chest.

"I like my technique better." Dean said.

She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, desire evident in every line of her face. "So do I."

Dean began swaying to the rhythm of the song, pulling her along with him, splaying his long, thick fingers across the small of her back so that he could guide her movements, and press her against him as they moved together.

As they danced, Dean sang softly in Y/N's ear.

Baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven

Dean wasn't a great singer, but he was decent and the lyrics, combined with the soft, deep, gravelly voice he used to sing them, his lips hovering just over the pulse point in her neck, was enough to make Y/N's panties even wetter than they already were.

"I thought you said this song was lame." Y/N said, her voice raspy with need. Her mind was swimming, every nerve in her body on fire for his touch. "Yet, somehow you know the lyrics."

She felt him smile against her neck before attaching his lips to her skin and sucking a bruise into it. Y/N tilted her head back to give him better access and Dean groaned deeply, the sound shooting straight to her core.

He dropped his hands to cup the globes of her ass through her jeans and pressed her against him, tightly enough that she could feel the size and hardness of him even through their layers of clothes.

Y/N took hold of his face in her hands, pulling him up from the sinful attention he was giving her neck, so that he was looking at her. She brought his lips to hers and sighed into his mouth as he took over the kiss, delving his tongue deeply into her.

Y/N moaned and fisted the open sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. But Dean pulled away from the kiss suddenly, taking deep breaths.

"I have a confession to make." He said his voice husky with desire.

Y/N looked at him through a haze of heat and wanting, trying to focus on what he was saying. "What confession?" she asked, not really caring. He could confess to being the Zodiac killer and she might not care at this point, she wanted him so badly.

He looked seriously in her eyes though. "I lied."

Y/N frowned, questioning.

He smiled sheepishly and shrugged a shoulder. "You're friends never paid me for anything."

"What?"

"I saw you sitting out there and you were so unbelievably beautiful and looked so miserable, I just really wanted to get you out of there, so I told you I'd been paid to give you a private show." He grinned, clearly not overly repentant. "But I was the one who wanted to give you a private show."

Y/N stared, flabbergasted.

"Forgive me?" he asked.

Y/N's answer was to push him back down onto the couch and straddle him.

Dean chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Y/N nodded. "Yes, forgiven." She breathed out as she pushed Dean's plaid, flannel shirt off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach.

Deciding to test out her earlier theory, she pinched his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Dean sucked in a breath and bit into his bottom lip. Encouraged Y/N leaned down and sank her teeth gently into the fleshy nub.

Dean growled and rocked his hips up into her. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her, slamming her back down and dragging her along the bulge behind his zipper.

Y/N let out a low cry, fire racing across her skin. She reached for Dean's zipper and tugged, while Dean pulled her t-shirt over her head and buried his face in her cleavage, kissing and nipping her skin as he palmed her breasts through her black, lacy bra.

Y/N reached into Dean's open zipper and ran her hand up the bulge in his underwear. God, he was huge. And thick. Y/N felt her mouth water as she thought about what she'd do to him when she got his cock free of it's confines.

As she started tugging at his jeans and underwear trying to encourage Dean to lift his hips so she could slide them off, Dean groaned and grabbed her wrists.

"Wait, wait...Y/N..." He was breathing hard and ragged, chest rising and falling as though he'd run a mile. "Just...let's take a second."

Y/N shook her head. "Why?"

Dean smiled as he let his head fall back onto the couch. His neck was exposed and as he swallowed, the column of his throat moved under his skin, and Y/N wanted to lick all the way up it and then nibble on the sharp corner of his jaw. But she respected Dean's request to press pause.

He brought his head back up and rubbed his hand down his face. "I just wanna slow down a little."

Y/N shrugged. She felt a little awkward now as she sat on his lap so she started to shuffle off. But Dean moved his hands back to her hips again and held her still.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he gripped her tightly.

Y/N frowned at him. "I'm...you just said..."

Dean moved his hands from where they sat on her hips, and ran them up her back, locking her in an embrace and pressing her against his chest.

"I said I wanted to slow down. I didn't say I wanted to stop." He reached his mouth up to her neck.

He began tracing patterns there with his tongue, swirling it in the hollow at the base of her throat before closing his mouth over her collarbone and sucking hard.

Y/N let out a moan and pushed her fingers through his incredibly soft hair.

He licked at the bruise he left on her skin before looking up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want.

"I just wanna savor you. I don't wanna rush and miss any part of you."

Y/N shuddered at his words and an idea formed in her mind. She wondered if she was brave enough to try it. Looking down at the raw need on his face, the desire he had for her, she decided she was.

She kissed him hard and fast and then pushed on his arms to get him to let go.

When he did she scooted off of his lap before he could grab her back. He scowled, opening his mouth, probably to reassure her again, that he didn't actually want to stop.

But she raised her finger. "Just give me a minute." she said, her smile shy and yet mischievous.

Once he realized she wasn't about to flee, Dean smiled slowly and leaned back against the couch once again.

Julie pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket and searched out the song she was looking for. When she found it, she pressed play and set her phone down on the coffee table. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak began as Y/N walked the few feet to the stage in the corner and stepped up.

The discordant, crying guitar in the song raised goosebumps on Y/N's skin as her nerves tried to get the best of her.

But she took a deep breath and with her back to Dean so she didn't have to see him watching her, she began to sway her hips to the low, seductive, voice of Chris Isaak.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

Y/N let her mind go blank, forcing down all her insecurities and just listening to the lyrics and thinking about Dean's hands on her skin as she ran her own over her hips and ass. As the high falsetto of the chorus kicked in, Y/N turned to face Dean, risking a glance at him.

She felt like an electric shock ran straight to her core, making her inner walls clench around nothing, as she saw the look on his face as he watched her.

She'd never had anyone want her that way, so nakedly, so obviously starving for her. Usually her encounters with men were quick and she tried not to spend any time thinking about what they were thinking because inevitably her anxieties and insecurities about herself would rear up and ruin the sex immediately.

But there was something about Dean that made her feel brave, feel as though she was safe with him. With him she felt she could expose herself for real, allow herself to be sexy and sexual, and he would never mock her for it, or make her feel like anything less than a goddess.

She felt like that now, as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. She wrapped an arm around her breasts, holding the bra in place even as she slid the straps down her arms.

Eventually she let the garment fall to the ground and pushed her breasts together with her hands, kneading them before releasing them with a small bounce as she pushed her hands south down her body, over her stomach and over the front of her jeans. She undid the button on her waistband and slowly inched her zipper down.

She peeked up from under her lashes to see Dean had begun to run his big hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing himself as she stripped.

She felt more wetness pool in her panties as she saw him pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it before letting it slowly slip out, sinking his sharp white teeth into it.

She turned away from him again as she began to inch her jeans down her hips slowly. As they slid down her thighs, she bent over, exposing her panty covered pussy as she stepped out of them.

And I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love With you

When she straightened up and turned back around she gasped. Silently, Dean had approached the stage so that he was less than a foot away from her.

She approached the edge of the stage, her hips continuing to sway in time to the slow, melodic rhythm of the music.

She put her hands on her hips, intending to push her panties down, but Dean reached up and pushed her hands away. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the stage before looking up at her as he yanked down her panties.

With her on the stage, she was the perfect height for his mouth to immediately sink into her slick folds. His blunt fingers pressed into the fleshiness of her ass and he held her in place on his mouth plunging his tongue up into her.

She tried to keep her balance with one hand on his shoulder and one hand fisted in his short hair but it was no easy feat and as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to flick his tongue across it, she felt her knees begin to buckle.

Dean gripped her more tightly in his big hands, not letting her fall as he continued to suck and lick at her pussy.

Y/N's first orgasm ripped through her almost unexpectedly. She could feel it building slowly, but then Dean did something with his tongue inside her that she couldn't possibly have described, but it caused her inner muscles to clench and shockwaves of pleasure to burst over her skin.

Dean kept his mouth where it was, milking her climax as long as possible and happily lapping up the evidence. As she came down from it and the song drew to a close, Dean wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her down off the stage.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her, wet and hot, and she could taste herself on his lips.

He lowered her to the couch; the leather was cold on her burning skin as he stepped away from her.

Now that Wicked Game had ended and the room was quiet again, they could hear Cherry Pie by Warrant playing in the front of the club. Dean grinned wide as he stepped back a bit and began to roll his hips in sync with the song.

Y/N watched, completely enraptured as he ran a wide, flat palm down his torso and into the front of his open jeans. He bucked up into his hand as the drums in the song kicked up, keeping perfect rhythm.

He pulled his hand out of his jeans and looped his thumbs into his belt loops. As he continued to roll his body, his stomach muscles flexing, he peeled his jeans down over his hips and thighs, exposing the powerful muscles she'd known were hidden under the denim.

Finally, he pulled his boxer briefs down while he moved in a slow circle timing it so that his back was to her just as his briefs slipped over his plump ass, giving her the view she'd wanted. His broad, muscled back tapered down to his waist where two little dimples sat just above the beautiful curve of his ass.

Y/N made a mental note to explore those dimples more later. But as he turned to face her she was distracted from her thoughts of dipping her tongue into the indentations.

He pulled his briefs all the way down in the front and his cock slapped against his stomach, rock hard and leaking precum. He kicked off his jeans and underwear and walked back to where she was still laying on the couch. He sat down and reached over to pull Y/N up so she could once again straddle his lap.

She lined herself up and sank slowly onto his cock. She could feel him stretching her and hissed at the pleasurable burn. When she'd taken all of him and was sitting flush against his thighs she groaned deeply.

Dean reached up and pinched her nipples between his strong fingers, before pulling on them roughly. The tug caused her inner walls to clench tightly around his cock and Dean smiled at her unintentional physical response.

He pinched her nipple again, this time holding on to it and rapidly moving his wrist up and down so that weight of her breast caused a very pleasurable pull against his grip.

He pinched her nipple once more, pressing his blunt thumbnail into it before he let it go. Then he reached out with his fingertips and gave a small stinging slap to the side of her breast.

Y/N let out a deep groan and unconsciously ground down hard onto his cock. Dean was breathing hard as he licked the fingers on his other hand and delivered another slap the other breast, this one causing a sharper sting with his wet fingers. Y/N scored her nails down his chest in response.

She was surprised, having never had any idea she would enjoy having her tits slapped. Dean pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit down, not hard, but hard enough that she felt the jolt through her whole body. He then took more of her breast into the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and sucked on it hard and deep and Y/N plunged her hands into his hair and pulled roughly as her cunt clenched around him.

Her breast fell from his mouth as he grunted harshly. He picked Y/N up and slammed her back down on him, rutting up into her. She screamed out a moan as the tip of his long, thick cock dragged across her g-spot before it slammed into her cervix.

Their bodies were both slick with sweat as Dean lifted her a half a dozen more times, Y/N helping by grasping onto his shoulders and riding him, swiveling her hips every time her ass slapped against his thighs.

Y/N's second orgasm was a much longer one, she could feel it coming and obviously so could Dean because he purposefully slowed everything down, making her whimper as she tried to rock her hips against him, but he held her tight, fingers bruising her hips.

He reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it slowly, controlling the speed at which she would get off.

"Take your time, Sweetheart." He said, his voice all grit and heat. "We're in no rush here."

But Y/N was impatient as she slanted her mouth over his and rubbed her tongue against his, trying to coax him into going faster.

She felt the coil inside tightening and tightening. Finally it snapped and she threw her head back shouting out her pleasure.

"Fuck, Dean! Oh, God - fuck!" she cried.

Dean let go of her hips then and allowed her to ride him through her climax and into his own. With a last powerful thrust upwards, Dean simply shouted, "Fuck!" and Y/N felt him shoot up into her.

She fell against his chest, shaking from the strength of her orgasm, her cunt still rippling with after shocks.

As their breathing normalized Y/N began to shiver in earnest, the sweat on her body evaporating and making her cold. Dean reached down and grabbed his flannel shirt from where it had landed on the floor.

Not willing to let her go yet, he stayed inside her and simply wrapped the shirt over Y/N's shoulders and pulled her tighter against his warm body. Y/N was quite content and snuggled into his chest.

Dean hummed in satisfaction as he ran his hands up and down her back. "That was a hell of a show, Sweetheart. If the scientist thing doesn't work out, you might have a career as a stripper."

Y/N laughed softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

"Well, thanks for asking me to dance."

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Stephen doesn’t have to know

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you

You were strapped down on a platform, grunting and thrashing around, trying to break free of her magic restraining you. You were crying at this point, scared of what Wanda was going to do to you, all you wanted was to be with Stephen again.

“Your whining is really loud.” Wanda said, making you turn to look at her, there she was, levitating in the air, her eyes still closed as red auras surrounded the air around her.

‘I’m not whining’. You thought to yourself as you turned your attention back to your restrains.

Wanda must have heard your thoughts because she dropped to her feet with a loud thump, walking towards you. In the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly approaching you, her eyes now shining a bright red.

“Don’t, give me an attitude, darling.” She said as she leaned on the platform, her hand holding her chin as she stared at you while her other hand was playing with your hair.

“Let me go, please.” You cried, tears streaming down from your face, making her heart soften. Sometrhing about seeing you upset made her heart sink.

“Now, no more crying, you shouldn’t be staining that pretty face with tears.” She said softly as she used her finger to wipe a small tear away from your cheek, her eyes turning back to green.

You got scared and started pulling your hands from the restrains so hard that you were sure that it was going to leave a bruise, grunting and whining,making Wanda frown.

“You know… I can give you something else to whine about.” She said seductively as she traced her finger along your body, eventually resting it on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re an awfully pretty young girl… Are you a virgin?”

When the question registered in your head, your face turned a bright red.

“So you are. Cute.” She chuckled as she slowly pulled downyour robe from your shoulders, making you pull away from her.

“I know you want this, darling, you have very very loud thoughts.” She smirked, ignoring your continueous whines and removing your robe.

You couldn’t lie, Wanda has been on your mind since the fight in Karmataj, you just knew that it wasn’t right to love a witch that Stephen was after.

“Stephen doesn’t have to know, sweetheart.” She winked as she stood in fromt of your now bare body, she must have read your mind because you were sure that you didn’t say it out loud.

Without warning, she entered two fingers inside you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden fullness in your hole.

“S-stop.”

“You sure you want me to stop? Your pussy doesn’t seem to be agreeing with you.”

She started moving her fingers in and out, making you hold back moans, not wanting to seem too submissive to her.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” She chuckled as she quickened her pace, making you whine, feeling your climax.

“W-wanda, I-”

“Wanda? Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, sweetheart? Because I think that you have a secret kink…Something along the line of…Mommy?”

You gasped as she used her thumb to rub curcles on your clit, making you a moaning mess as your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Mommy, I need to-”

“Come for Mommy, kitten.” She cut you of, you didn’t need to hear it a second time before you released all over her hands with a loud moan, making her satisfied.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them to her mouth, sucking on your release, making sure that she had gotten every drop of it.

Wanda looked back to you to find you exhausted now, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“C’mere, kitten, Mommy’s got you.” She said, opening her arms for you to crawl into, and you obliged.

You rested your head on her shoulder as she swiftly picked you up, bringing you to a bedroom in the palace, setting you down on the bed gently.

“Stephen will be here soon.” She muttered to herself, making you wide awake, starting to panic.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at Wanda with a concerned look, making her frown again.

“Mommy will protect you, I promise.” She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling as you hid your blushed face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the outside…Stephen had arrived.

(Hi friends, just got dumped by my boyfriend so life sucks right now but here’s another fic for you guys:,))

STUFF EM IN MY BRA AND TAKE THEM WITH ME

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

𝐚/𝐧: let me know if you have any suggestions. also, feedback is golden for me, so please let me know what you think :)

— diamond

I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

She // f.w.

— “She lives in daydreams with me.”

summary / fred weasley cannot stop thinking about his best friend, y/n y/l/n. after months of seeing her in the arms of another man, she shows up at his door.

word count / 4k

warnings / 18+ nsfw. smut. masturbation (male), oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up babes)

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Fred laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillows as his mind wandered far away from his bedroom. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the floor as he grew hot with the thoughts swarming his mind. The grey sheets of his bed were underneath him, leaving him fully exposed on his bed. 

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To the Moon and Back

Summary: Not sure how to summarize this one, but it’s my favorite story so far!

Genre: Fluff, small smut scenes, etc.

Warnings: Light smut, nothing too bad.

Suggested: yes/no

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you, but you groan and refuse to open your eyes.

You feel your body getting slightly nudged, making you smile.

“Open your eyes, babe. I’m here. It’s me.” You do as you’re told and your vision is filled with the Sokovian woman that you love so dearly.

“Mmm, goodmorning, baby.” You say groggily.

“I missed you.” Wanda whispers before she places a kiss on your lips.

“We just saw each other last night! Remember what we did?” You scrunch your nose in laughter at your naughty joke.

“What did we do?” Your eyes roll at her obvious teasing and you laugh as you pull her out of bed with you.

You both giggle all the way down the stairs, eventually reaching the kitchen. You lead Wanda to sit on the island stool as you head to the refrigerator.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what do we have?”

“Well, I could just make you the usual.” Before she can respond, you already begin to get the supplies from the pantry.

“The usual. Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” She replies slowly.

“You got it. You want extra eggs again?”

“Ew, no thanks, I hate eggs.” She grimaces.

“What? You love eggs, baby, don’t be silly.” You laugh a little, mostly in confusion.

“Yes, I was just kidding.” Wanda laughs and you smile at her accent that you love so much.

You finally get all the food you need out and begin to chop the onions. You turn to notice Wanda gazing at you, making you blush from the attention.

“You can watch TV, baby, I’ll bring this to you when it’s ready.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, no. You’re all I want to look at.” She gets up and hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. It makes chopping the onions a little difficult, but you wouldn’t dare tell her that.

“Can I help you, detka?”

“I would love that, but I thought you hated cooking.“

“I have to learn to like it at some point.” You laugh as she waves her fingers.

The eggs swirl with red and begin to crack themselves into a bowl. The whisk follows soon after and starts spinning around, mixing the eggs together.

“You know, sometimes your powers make me feel pretty useless.” You jokingly sigh as Wanda walks over to you.

“I know a different way to make you feel useless.” Her low voice rattles your spine as she kisses your neck.

“God, you’re hot.” She laughs as she resumes her cooking and you continue chopping.

Soon enough, your breakfast is cooked and Wanda gives you her thanks.

“You’re the absolute best.” She says coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say the best, maybe one of the” You get cut off by Wanda’s lips pressing onto yours.

Her tongue is quickly inserted into your mouth, making you moan at her taste.

Her hand trails under your shirt and up your back, eventually curving around to your chest. She smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra and begins to slowly graze over your nipples.

You quietly moan in pleasure, as your hands reach up in her hair.

Once she decides she’s done with your breasts, her hands glide all around your upper body, feeling every inch of your skin. Her hands tilt downwards as she rests them right below your stomach, silently asking for permission.

You nod into her kiss, practically begging for it. Her hand slides into your pants and cups your cunt, her middle finger barely grazing over your clit.

Suddenly, your phone rings, cutting you guys off. You sigh as her hand leaves your pants and you are forced to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Kate? No, I don’t think you should wear your archer outfit to the party….Why? Because it’s a formal celebration and no avenger prances around in their costume, okay?…Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress. Well, you can wear a suit, I’m sure you’ll look amazing. Now, I was kinda in the middle of something, so I’m gonna go. Okay, bye bye.”

“Who was that?” Wanda asks and you think you can hear a tint of jealousy in her voice.

“Kate.”

“And Kate is…?”

“Come on babe, don’t be mean. I know she’s new to the team, but Clint really likes her. She’s a good kid.” Wanda nods and you get closer to her.

She puts her arms on the small of your back and pulls you in as close as possible.

“So, I was thinking we could have a day to ourselves, today. What do you think?” Wanda gazes at you.

“But what about the party? The one me and Kate were literally just talking about.”

“Screw the party, I wanna be with you today.”

“Normally, I would say yes, but you know how important this party is to Tony.” You are released from her touch as you bring the two plates of hot food to the table.

“What’s it for again?”

“To raise money…for…a charity…I forget which one to be honest. But shouldn’t you know? You’ve been pretty excited about this party for weeks. You love getting all dressed up, babe.” Wanda sighs and sits down at the table with you.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You both chuckle. “Okay, we can go, but only if you promise to dance with me.” She grabs your hand and you smile.

“Obviously. But I do have to warn you, I will be doing the sprinkler if I am thrown into a dance circle.” You get up and start demonstrating your skills, successfully making your girlfriend laugh.

Once you both finish your breakfast, Wanda takes the courtesy of clearing your plates. She kisses your cheek as she passes you on the way to the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go to the store to get stuff for the cookies.”

“We’re making cookies?”

“Yeah, Tony requested them specifically. I guess I’m just that awesome of a baker.” You smirk as she walks back over to you and rests her hands on your shoulders.

“You most certainly are, my love. But why is Tony asking you to bring homemade cookies to a black tie charity event?”

“That…is a good question.” She smiles and bends down to kiss your neck, causing you to blush.

“I should go to the store soon, they take a while to bake and we also need to get ready.” You get up and head towards your keys, but they fly into the air and land in Wanda’s hand.

“I’ll come with you.” She smiles and you return to her to give her a hug.

“You’re so clingy today, I love it.” Your head rests in the crook of her neck and her arms wrap tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back, Wands.” You place a small kiss on her neck and take her hand to lead her to the car.

The drive is filled with conversations about whatever comes to your minds, as well as the songs that Wanda added to your driving playlist a couple weeks ago.

You eventually reach the store and hold hands as you walk in together.

“Okay, we only need 4 bags of chocolate chips, 3 pounds of butter, and like 2 bags of caramel bits. I think we have everything else at the house.” Her eyes widen a little at your request.

“I’m making cookies for an entire event, trust me, this might not be enough.” She just simply nods in response and follows you down the appropriate aisles.

You both find your way into the fruit section and smile when you realize the amount of jokes you can make.

“Hey, Wanda, you know what my favorite fruit is?”

“What?“

“You.” You smile and dodge the light punch on the shoulder that comes your way.

“Well, I happen to like grapes.” Her fingers swirl and you see a grape pop out of its container and fly into her mouth.

“Wanda! That is a crime. I’m telling the manager.” You begin to fast walk away from her, but feel a hand turn you around by your waist.

“It can be our little secret.”

“Mmmm, fine, but I expect a bribe.” She rolls her eyes before she pecks your lips.

“Well…that’s sufficient for now, but I will be needing lots more bribes later tonight.” A laugh escapes her lips as you both walk towards the chocolates aisle.

“Hmmm, which chocolate do you need again, detka? There’s semi-sweet, milk chocolate, bitter, wait who would want bitter?” Wanda questions.

“I don’t know, probably Clint or something. But we need the semi-sweet.” She smiles and nods as she picks up 4 bags of the chocolate and places them into her basket.

You eventually finish getting all the ingredients you need and drive back home. Wanda uses her powers to carry in the bags and unload them onto the counter.

“Okay, I’ll start making the cookies and you go put on that dress that I love so much.” You bite your lip as Wanda nods.

“Yeah, maybe tonight you can help take it off of me. Now where is it again? I forgot.”

“Uh…in the closet?” She nods and heads to your room as you bring out the recipe from your notebook.

By the time Wanda is fully changed and ready to go, you’re placing the cookies in the oven. You turn around and your mouth drops open at your girlfriends beauty.

Her curves are accentuated by her dark red dress that goes down to her feet. Her hair is perfectly curled and her makeup looks absolutely beautiful.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get flour on your dress.” You say in awe.

“You think I care?” She asks as she quickly walks over to me and cups my face in a tender kiss.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready, can you take these out in about 20 minutes?” You ask after you break apart from each other. She nods and you head into your room to change.

When you’re ready, her reaction to your outfit is a quick, but very intense, makeout session.

“God, I can’t believe how hot you are.” Wanda says in a low voice.

You pull away and realize your hair is a little messed up, but it was worth it. You both head to the car and mingle as you drive to the compound.

You finally make it to your destination and get out of the car, opening Wanda’s door for her. She thanks you with a kiss and grabs your arm so you can lead her into the building.

You both walk through the front doors of the building, arms linked to one another. You couldn’t feel happier next to the woman you love so dearly.

“Well, well, well, I see you guys finally made it. Y/N, those cookies better be with you, or you are out of the avengers.” You’re scared to laugh, knowing Tony could very possibly be serious.

“Relax, old man, I gave them to Happy.” He smiles in relief and pats my back before greeting Wanda.

You take a look at the scene in front of you and get a little anxious, seeing crowds of people. You’ve always gotten nervous towards big crowds, which hasn’t really helped your career in the avengers.

Wanda senses your nerves and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of. All these people are probably nervous to meet you, you’re an avenger.” You nervously chuckle and kiss your girlfriends lips.

“Hi, Y/N, hi Wanda!” Kate walks up to you both with a big smile, wearing a fully black suit.

“Wow, I see you went with the suit option. It looks great, honey.” Wanda smiles and agrees with me, making Kate awkwardly chuckle.

“Yelena seems to think so. She’s been complementing me a lot. Kate bishop, you can really pull off a suit, or Kate Bishop can you bend down and pick up my fork so I can stand behind you and look at your ass. Well, she didn’t say the last part but I just know she dropped that fork on purpose.” You and Wanda laugh as Kate mimics Yelena’s accent.

“I bet she has a little crush on you.” Wanda chimes in.

“Oh my gosh, I hope so. Wait…don’t tell anyone I said that. Seriously, don’t.”

“We won’t, we promise.” Kate nervously walks away as I turn to Wanda, quietly laughing.

“She’s a lot younger than I expected.” Wanda says as you lean against her body.

“What? You’ve literally met her like 5 times, Wands.” She shakes her head and pauses for a minute, before smiling at you.

“Right, yeah. I was just kidding, baby.” She replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh- anyways, wanna dance? I hear the lawn is in need of a sprinkler.” She nods, so you drag her into the circle.

Peter is in the middle doing handstands and breakdancing poorly.

“YEAH, PETER, WOOHOO!” Tony yells from your right.

You look at him confusingly, so he leans over and whispers.

“He wasn’t feeling too confident about his dance moves, so I’m cheering him on a bit. The kid needs a little reassurance sometimes.” Wanda smiles and squeezes your hand at Tony’s sweet gesture.

Peter eventually leaves the circle and it remains empty for a while. You look at Wanda and she confirms your silent question, so you quickly push through the crowd of people to go into the middle.

You can hear Wanda and Thor loudly cheering for you. You instantly bust out the sprinkler and the entire crowd laughs and cheers.

You do it for so long, that Thor pushes you out and replaces you with himself.

You laugh and find your way back to Wanda, who has open arms ready to embrace you.

“I know you mentioned a dance circle, but I really didn’t think a black tie charity event would have one.” Wanda laughs.

“Well, yeah…this is what all Tony’s parties are like.”

A slow song begins to play, causing Wanda to grab your hand and bring you to the open part of the dance floor.

You both hold on to each other’s waists and you rest your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair and kisses your head, holding you tighter than usual.

“This event is actually better than I thought it would be. No offense to Tony, he’s just not the best party planner.” Wanda doesn’t respond, so you use your finger to bring her eyes up to yours.

“Hm? Oh…sorry, I was still thinking about how you actually did the sprinkler in a dance circle.” You let out a big laugh and kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away a little.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You start to walk away and she pulls you back to her by your wrist.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, no keep dancing, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.” You chuckle.

“No, I’ll come.” She pulls you towards the bathroom but you stop walking.

“Is everything okay, Wands? Not that I’m complaining but you haven’t left my side all day.” You chuckle as you sway with her on the dance floor.

“It’s not my fault that I love you so much.” You raise your eyebrow implying that you don’t believe her, so she keeps talking.

“I guess I just….don’t want to think about what would happen to you if you left.” She clears her throat and smiles awkwardly before resuming your slow dancing.

“Why would you think anything would happen to me? I’m right here, Wanda. I’m right here.”

“I know you are. But…but you’re not and I-“ Her voice begins to break as you tilt your head in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m not….?” You can see her struggling to find words.

“You can tell me anything, Wanda. It’s okay.”

“I can’t. Not this. I’m not going to ruin this.”

“Wanda?” You try to coax the words out of her but she remains silent, staring at the floor.

“Wanda? Come on, baby, just tell me.”

“Y/N….” She looks up at you briefly, and you can see tears swimming in her eyes. You sigh as you know what she wants to say.

“Wanda, I know you’re dreamwalking.”

“W-what? Dreamwalking? I’m…I’m not dreamwalking.”

“I’m not stupid, Wands. Wanda told me- or I mean, my Wanda told me about this. About the ways that I could tell if someone wasn’t from our universe. You didn’t remember the night that you’ve been waiting for for weeks. You don’t know simple things about this Wanda’s life. You asked me who Kate was and then about her age. And I mean your fingertips are no secret.” Wanda stares at you with a mix of disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I’m not mad at you.” You keep her level of voice.

“You’re not…?”

“No, of course not. I love you. Whoever you are, you’re Wanda Maximoff and I love you.” You cup her face and she leans into your hand, making you smile at her beauty.

“But you have to let me go.” Wanda’s head shoots out of your hand.

“What? No-no please, I can’t.”

“You have to, my love. It’s not fair to my Wanda.” You squeeze Wanda’s hands, her blackened fingertips interlocking with yours.

She puts her head against yours and closes her eyes as a tear falls down her face.

“I don’t want to say goodbye again.”

“I know. But it’s not goodbye, because now you know that I’m only a universe away, Wands.” She chuckles while the tears continue to fall.

“And Wanda…I don’t know what happened in your universe that made you want to leave it so badly, but just know that my Wanda loves me in this one. So, so much.”

“I know….I know that. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure about. I love you in every universe.”

You kiss Wanda’s hands as she gazes at you. And even though you technically met her this morning, she’s Wanda. And you love her.

“I don’t know if I can get through this, Y/N. It’s so hard.” Wanda’s voice falters and it breaks your heart.

“You can do anything. You are Wanda Maximoff and I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, I guess. Just close your eyes, baby.” You embrace her, putting her head into the crook of her neck.

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, only to be open again in a dark room lit by tens of candles.

She quickly turns her head in every direction, desperately reaching out for you. Tears pour from her eyes as she kicks the darkhold, screaming in anger.

She kneels to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I miss you.” She whispers to an empty room.

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