Dance With Me?

Mine

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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Hell’s Princess

Words: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding And Choking, Angry Sex, Swearing, Name Calling, Fingering, Hair Pulling…. Think that’s it.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Crowley

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’re sick of following your fathers ridiculous rules, so you decide to find out what his obsession with his favourite Winchester is all about.

A/N: Thank you once again to my amazing Beta, @negans-lucille-tblr

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted so I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think! :)

You stomp your way back to your bedroom, anger coursing through every cell in your body as you wish to be anywhere but here, anywhere that isn’t near him. You slam the door as soon as you’re inside, well aware that he’s hot on your heels. A fact made even clearer by the fist thumping harshly against the door. Unfortunately your powers still aren’t a match for his, at least not yet, that was the problem with having a human mother. After all, being the king of hell came with certain perks, and before you know it your door is flying back against the wall, and splintering into a thousand pieces.

Afficher davantage

Husband NCT

Proposal + Wedding

Taeil | Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Doyoung | Jaehyun | Jungwoo | Mark | Haechan

Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Chenle | Jisung

A/n: hi hello babies welcome to chanie’s version of husband!nct i can’t imagine this sassy bub getting married he’s my child.

Haechan

☆ Proposal

My sassy king

alright

first of all well done for being able to put up with his ass

Haechan is honestly the best friend type of partner

that you fuck ygm

“Y/n don’t wear that”

“why”

“cause you’ll look better than me and i won’t allow that”

my guys only teasing don’t worry

honestly don’t know how you haven’t broken your ribs from laughter yet

well done for making it this far

Haechan was just as happy with your relationship

and was determined to take it to the next step

“hyung what if she says no”

“Jisung please don’t underestimate Lee Donghyuk”

he’s shitting himself

he took you to a lake and rented a boat

yanoe the ones where a guy with a hat and a long moustache and a striped shirt is rowing with a long stick

it’s italian i forgot what it’s called

anYway

it was late so the lakes path way was lit with pretty lights

you were practically crying at how pretty hyuck looked in the light

the boat trip was filled with laughter

and him feeding you weird cheeses

“I can say it ok don’t underestimate my english skills”

once it went past 10 the moon was out

you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders

Hyuck was humming No longer

you had your head on his shoulder

then he stopped

and you were like

???

you lifted your head to look up at him who was already staring at you

“is there cheese on my face”

he smiled cause your just uwu to him

grabs your hand

rubs your knuckles before kissing them

affectionate hyuck

always a fav

“what’s wrong”

“Y/n, i love you, you know that right?”

now you’re scared

“i know i don’t always say it but you mean so much to me”

if you look closely you can see tears in his eyes

“and i never thought i’d meet someone almost as funny as me”

you snort

“i always want you at my side, we’re a great duo, a team and i want us to be husband and wife”

the way you look at him is just like

wtf

Lee Donghyuk just proposed

wTF

“Y/n?”

“Hyuck are you serious?”

now he’s scared

“yeah-umm”

“well then of course i’ll fucking marry you”

“oh thank god”

oh the ring

Haechan had in a cute little pouch with a picture of you on your first date

he’s cute

love him

☆ Wedding

i think he was more excited than you

literally was so against hiring a wedding planner

wanted to do it himself

“hyuck he’a just trying to help”

“hmph”

put up with it cause he loves you and hates seeing upset

even if he’s your no.1 bully lmao

is it a shock he picked mark as his best man

thought since he was practically breaking up with him it’s the least he could do

mark ran when he tried to kiss him tho

you got married in a church

which was half occupied with dreamies in awe at the decorations

“Chenle don’t touch that”

waiting for you at he alter was hell for him

even Haechan gets nervous

has the members giving him tips from their own marriages to distract him

“i know hyung”

“yes hyung”

“hyung shut up”

then the doors open

and your standing there in all your glory

i think hyuck forgot what breathing was for a sec

accidentally saw your dress a few days ago

but it still didn’t compare to now

the violins and the pianos honestly made the whole thing more breathtaking

when you reached him he was actually speechless

for once

ngl you were kinda shy

cause he was just staring at you like

:0

then the priest spoke and he snapped out of it

the ceremony was sweet

Taeyong cried again

like every wedding he attends

after you kissed

he got a pat on the back from Mark

“well done dude”

the reception was filled with jokes

if you thought you couldn’t get anymore embarrassed

Johnny made a slideshow on how you and hyuck have ‘grown’

throwback pics galore

i think hyuck snarled at Jaemin when he tried to touch the cake

but we act like you didn’t hear it

you had a slow dance with Taeil

“you two look amazing together”

think you almost cried at his words

“promise you won’t miss him too much Taeil”

“i’ll try”

you ended up dancing with Donghyuk after being twirled into his arms by Taeil

that’s when welcome to my playground started

Karaoke with nct

yes please

i think you stole Taeyongs place as main rapper

tha night was literally just a celebration with your best friends

and the love of your life

Hit the Showers - Fred Weasley

Title: Hit the Showers Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blow jobs, semi public Summary: No one disrespect’s Fred Weasley’s girlfriend, except for well, him. A/N: for the anon who wanted something to do with the fight in OOTP where 3 people have to hold fred back coupled with my recent obsession with Fred and a Slytherin girlfriend!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @hufflrpuffforfred​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @whiz-bangs78​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @allforthexgame​ @pigwidgexn​

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“Fuck off Malfoy,” Y/N sneers as she stalks off the pitch towards the changing room. They’ve just been annihilated by Gryffindor, and all Y/N wants to do is hit the showers and let the warm water wash all of her stress away. But of course, Draco is giving her a hard time.

“They have a Weasel as their keeper, how hard could it be to score?” Draco shouts as he follows behind her.

Despite Draco’s comments, Ron was actually a pretty decent keeper, especially for his first game. At the beginning he let every shot in, but as the game progressed he got infinitely better, and ended up blocking every one of Y/N and the other chasers goal attempts. “What about you, asshat?” she asks, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy harassing Potter you would have managed to catch the snitch for once in your fucking life!”

Draco jogs to catch up to Y/N and stands in front of her, blocking her path to the changing room. “Oh shove off, Y/N. Catching the snitch is the hardest part of the game, you know that. All you have to do is catch and throw a ball.”

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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.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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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.

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Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

Dean Winchester Masterlist

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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One Shots

Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester

Jared Padalecki

No Pairing

Polyamourous Pairings

Other Characters

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!!!😘

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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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