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Dean’s Doc

Originally posted by ellen-reincarnated1967

Summary: Reader has a new patient Dean who comes in handy when she least expects it…

Pairing: Dean x Therapist!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Quote for this one was, “It’s a horror show up here,”…


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Finally premiering this pretty green dress I found at a flea market last month for just 300 yen. In my younger days I would have worn it as is but it’s a wee bit too short for me now, so I paired it with my rusty red skirt for added length and layering and this light and airy sleeveless cardigan. Everything is thrifted 🍄

Moments Pt. 2 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have grown incredibly close as friends, but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife. Will it happen? Won’t it? What about Logan Paul? 

Warnings: SMUT. BIG OL’ SMUT COMIN’ ATTCHA.

A/N: HAHA I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please please please let me know what you think. I love all of you so much. Thanks for reading. Special thanks again to my girls @ Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes. Enjoy!



The months wore on and you felt both more comfortable and more enticed by Grayson. His smile still made your heart stop but it was easier to be around him now that the two of you really were good friends and it became clear that this was never about a fuck and run. The two of you had feelings, real ones. It was now mid-winter and you’d managed to keep yourself clear of his advances (and your own, if we’re being honest) for almost seven months now. However, you didn’t stay totally clear.

Every time the two of you would hang out - even if it was just longboarding down to the pier together to get pizza and some footage for a new video or a scary movie projected on a wall at the warehouse as you watched from the foam pit with both the twins - Grayson would hold your hand gingerly in his. His thumb would gently stroke your knuckles and if you ever had a scratch or a mark on your hand, he would lay a chaste kiss on it. There was a scar on your right hand on the knuckle of your ring finger and he would let his thumb run over it again and again He would always insist on bringing you home and walking you to your door.

“For safety,” he had said. But you knew it was just an excuse for him to kiss your cheek sweetly and look ever deeper into your eyes. These were all things that, in theory, close friends would do. But they meant so much more to you - to the both of you - and you knew that he knew it too.

Things started to get tense when summer began to fade and fall rolled around. Grayson’s 18th birthday was rapidly approaching and the two of you were becoming more and more aware as the days got breezier, growing desperate to have each other.

One night in October, after spending a warm L.A. evening stargazing on a beach, he held you tight in his arms and you rested against his chest as he whispered all the awful, glorious, deliciously filthy things he would do to you as soon as he got the chance, leaving you whimpering in his arms, eyes shut tight. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke. It had almost driven the two of you insane. You had to take almost the entire month of November away from each other to calm down.

But the day you were anxiously waiting for and dreading at the same time had finally arrived: December 16, 2017 - Grayson and Ethan’s 18th birthday. The twins were throwing a massive party at their warehouse. You, Leena and Danielle were all invited, obviously. Why wouldn’t you be?

“You and Grayson are practically dating,” Danielle said as she coated her lashes with mascara, sitting on the bathroom counter to get closer to the mirror.

“It’s true. People on twitter can’t stop talking about it,” Leena said, fixing the back of her earring to the post. You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking for something amazing to wear.

“Great.”

In the end, you decided on one of the sexiest things in your wardrobe: a little black two piece with a cropped halter that was all but backless, save for the intricate straps that criss crossed and held it together. It basically stayed aloft by the tie at the back of your neck. It paired with a matching cute A-line mini skirt. You even managed to wear a pair of heels. You kept it sexy but classy and you knew Gray would appreciate it.

“He’ll appreciate peeling it off you, that’s what he’ll appreciate…” said Leena when you told her the look you were going for. You rolled your eyes but the three of you laughed openly. After a few more minutes of primping and curling and finding the perfect pair of shoes, you were all ready. The fact that you were about to leave to go to the party actually terrified you. Why? You knew what was going to happen.

But what if it didn’t?

What if Grayson had just been stringing you along until he found someone his own age? What if he was just messing with you? What if it really would be just a fuck and run? You’d never felt insecure about the opposite sex before, but now, it was all you could think about. You’d never been in so deep with someone before.

You’d been in relationships, sure, and you were no virgin, but you’d never become so emotionally invested in someone. You’d always guarded your heart. After seeing your parents’ marriage fall apart, it was just an automatic reaction. You never let anybody get close to you. You felt it was dangerous. But Grayson had somehow slipped through all of that. The thought made you feel delighted and sick to your stomach at the same time.

“Is everyone ready?” Leena asked as she walked out of her room. You were sitting on the couch waiting for them and you were shaken from your thoughts. You nodded, stone-faced, standing and smoothing out your dress as it clung to your well-toned figure.

“Well then lets go!”



The warehouse was packed with people. The lights were off, but cool-colored lights spun around the room. The Dolan Twins Warehouse sign was also on. Music thrummed through the sound system, speakers hidden everywhere, white to match the walls. Everyone was dressed to the nines so you felt a little better about your choice of outfit. You’d really gone all-out, but so had everyone else. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the three of you made your way over to the alcohol.

‘I won’t be so nervous if I have a drink in me…’ you thought to yourself, pouring a pretty generous portion of alcohol into your cup. Not enough to make you sick, but enough to take the edge off. You knew your limits.

You bit the edge of the cup as you held it to your lips, your eyes scanning the crowd for a sign of the twins, of Grayson. You held your breath, your hand shaking a little as you caught sight of Ethan, taking a shot and laughing with some friends. Okay, so they were here. But where was –

“Hey.”

You whirled around when you heard that voice you’d learned to love. Grayson smiled down at you. He towered over you, even when you wore heels. He had on a black button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark wash jeans.

“You look amazing,” he said, eyeing you up and down. You smiled apprehensively.

“Thanks. You clean up nice yourself. Happy birthday.” You held your arms up, offering him a hug. He gladly took it, wrapping both his arms around your waist as yours twisted around his neck. He picked you up and you couldn’t contain a giggle as he held you tight in his arms. It felt right. You belonged there.

He didn’t let go of you when he put you back down on the ground, and neither did you. Your embrace lingered for a moment or two before he drew back, but not completely. He kept both of his hands on your hips. Your own hands rested on his chest, just below his shoulders as he spoke.

“I should probably try and say hello to everyone before they come look for me…” he said, sounding a little sour about it. You nodded and he winked at you. “I’ll come find you when I’m done,” he promised before he started toward the crowd. You picked up the drink you’d placed on the edge of the table and chewed on the edge of the cup again. This whole event was wearing on your nerves. You’d never planned out anything like this before. If you had kissed someone or slept with someone, it had come naturally. Everything happened in the moment.

But the two of you knew something was going to happen tonight and it made your stomach churn. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? Or kissed? Or…

‘Oh Lord…’ you thought, downing a large swig of the alcohol. You finished it quickly, pitching the cup and heading into the crowd to look for Leena and Danielle.

After a fair amount of searching - there had to have been at least 200 people at this party - you found them, dancing with a pair of cute boys. You shook your head as the two of them realized you were in distress and pulled you aside. You paced in a corner as they both folded their arms over their chests to listen to your worries.

“You guys, I can’t do this. I’m so nervous. What if I’m not what he expects? Or what he wants? What if -” Leena held up a hand to silence me.

“I’m gonna stop you RIGHT THERE,” she started, Danielle nodding along, knowing the speech was coming. “You are FLAWLESS. You are A QUEEN. And if he doesn’t like you or can’t handle you, then fuck him. We find you a guy who can. You don’t change or alter yourself at all for him. You be yourself and if he doesn’t like it, he can walk. The two of us will have your back no matter what.” Danielle nodded and took my hand.

“But I don’t think that’s the case,” she added, looking to Leena before back to me. “Look, he wouldn’t stick around for more than half a year if he wasn’t seriously into you, and I don’t think one night filled with awkward tension is going to change that. If he was chasing you to sleep with you, I don’t think he would’ve waited this long. There are plenty of girls banging down his door. But he wants you. You have to remember that.”

You ran your hand through your hair and took a deep breath, your stomach settling. You nodded as the two of them looked back at you with confident smiles.

“You’re a queen. Remember that. Maybe have one more cup of liquid courage and make it happen!” Danielle squeaked excitedly, bouncing a little and the three of us laughed. You went back to the alcohol and each fixed yourselves a drink. You only had half a drink because you could start to feel the first one taking effect.

Your best friends’ words rang through your head and the more you thought about it, the more confident you felt. You were a queen. You were hot as hell. And most importantly, you weren’t going to be intimidated by anyone. You felt a little better, standing taller, feeling the confidence starting to course through your veins.

As you finished your drink, feeling well enough to have another, you turned to reach for a bottle, and saw a familiar face, making you freeze. The Paul Brothers were smirking at you from the other side of the table. You rolled your eyes, still feeling self-empowered as the song on the speakers changed to buy me diamonds by Bea Miller and you couldn’t help but smile as you poured a drink, walking away from the table.

You found Danielle and Leena again and decided to dance with them as you waited for Grayson to come back. It was a party and this was definitely your squad’s song and you were determined to have a good time now, relaxing as the liquor made it’s way to your brain. The three of you danced along to the music, laughing and singing along to the words. You definitely all drew male attention toward you, some of it unwanted.

Logan made his way through the crowd and stepped up behind you, trying to put his hands on your hips and dance with you. You pulled away from him, but he kept pawing at you, trying to pull you back against him. There wasn’t much room to put space between you as the crowd was so pushed together, dancing under the lights. The music was too loud for anyone but Leena and Danielle to realize you were yelling at him.

“Stop touching me!” You shouted, shoving him away from you, taking a step back and handing your drink to Danielle, ready to cuss him out, but someone else beat you to it.

“What part of ‘no’ do you not get, dude? She’s not into you. She moved on. Get over it.” Grayson was standing between the two of you. The music had paused and the crowd had stopped once the two boys faced each other.

“Yeah? Who’d she replace me with, Dolan? You?” Logan folded his arms over his chest and drew faint laughter from the crowd. Grayson just smirked.

“And isn’t that sad for you?” He said. The crowd “oooh”ed, and you started to get nervous, knowing neither of the Paul Brothers were above throwing the first punch.

“Nobody invited you guys, so why don’t you just leave? She doesn’t want you here and Ethan and I sure as shit don’t want you here.” You could see Logan’s eyes flash and his arm swing out and you opened your mouth to yell, but Grayson caught his fist and twisted his arm, bringing Logan to his knees.

“Okay, that’s fine. We can do this the hard way. E!” In a flash, Ethan was beside his twin, and the two of them dragged the offending brothers to the garage door, tossing them outside. Once the door was closed again, Ethan put his arms up and yelled.

“PARTY ON PEOPLE!” The entire party roared with cheers and applause as the twins made their way triumphantly through the thick of the masses.

You quickly found Grayson again. You smiled up at him, biting your lip.

“Remind me to find a recording of that later,” you said, tucking your hands into the pockets of your skirt. Grayson chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yeah, I bet it’ll be all over Twitter tomorrow…” he said, sounding a little forlorn. You shrugged, reaching out for his other hand, the booze emboldening you.

“Who cares? It’s your birthday. Let’s have fun. Come dance with me.” He smiled at you and laced his fingers with you as you pulled him back toward your friends. Someone had restarted the song, and Grayson stood behind you, your back against his chest as his hands gripped your hips, you grinding against him as the music played.

Song after song played, and he never left your side, his fingers digging into your hips as  he held you close to him. You felt euphoric. The alcohol had done it’s job and you had a glorious buzz spinning around your head. As the song changed again, Grayson tugged at your hand and pulled you back through the crowd, to the back of the warehouse where the editing room was. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it. Most of the sound from the warehouse was blocked out now. He sighed and rested his head against the door.

“You okay, bup?” You stepped closer to him, reaching up to feel his forehead. He nodded, taking your hand in his and holding it against his cheek.

“Yeah. I just wanted a break from the crowd - from everyone else but you.” You could feel a blush bloom on your cheeks. He pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand only to wrap an arm around your waist, drawing you in.

“I never actually thanked you for telling off Logan…” you mused, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he replied quickly, pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said, his voice low. He wasn’t drunk but he had “partaken” just like you had.

The sentence made you pause and look into his eyes. They weren’t clouded over with lust or demand, they weren’t distracted or wandering your body. His eyes were locked on yours, searching you, wanting to know you more. Your heart was in your mouth as you smiled at him.

“Oops?” He said with a smile and the two of you laughed. “I’m serious though. Everyone’s been trying to convince me that I shouldn’t be hanging out with you - that I’m just chasing you to get laid.” You held your breath as he spoke.

“But they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They don’t know how I feel about you. They don’t know how seeing you smile makes me feel like I could run a marathon. They don’t understand that hearing you laugh at one of my stupid-ass jokes makes me feel like I can’t breathe for a minute…” Your head was reeling as he confessed himself to you. But you had to be sure. You had to hear it.

“Grayson, what are you saying?” You questioned him, and he smiled at you.

“Somewhere between ‘non-dates’ and holding your hand and making sure you got home safe and flirting with you…” he shook his head, and you could see him start to turn red. He let out an anguished sound and shrugged. “(Y/N), I fell in love with you…”

You would’ve cried if you weren’t drunk. So instead, you pulled him down to you by the back of his neck, landing your mouth on his in a fierce, hungry kiss. He was surprised, but after a moment, he reciprocated, kissing you back eagerly. You opened your mouth, your tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth, and he let out a gasp of surprise, his hand at the back of your head, holding you against his lips.

The kiss dwindled down after a moment or two, the passion leaking out through your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You looked up at him, doing the same.

“I love you, Grayson. I love you so much. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. It actually hurts me sometimes. It hurt not to be able to touch you or kiss you or tell you what I felt. I wanted to show you…” You poured your heart out to him, gripping the back of his neck desperately, clinging to him.

“Then tell me now,” he begged. His voice was low and gravely, raspy. He ran a hand through your hair and rested his hand at the back of your head again. “Show me.”

You looked into his eyes for only a moment before he attacked your mouth with breath-taking kisses again. He pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth, growling low in his throat. It made you shudder in his arms. He pulled out his phone and sending a text message as you watched, raising an eyebrow, confused but amused.

“Grayson, what’re you doing?” He grinned at you, tossing his phone onto a desk.

“I told Ethan to turn up the music,” he said mischievously. You smiled as his hands slipped down your waist, over your ass to the back of your thighs. He whispered against your lips.

“Jump.”

And you did.

He gripped your thighs as you wound your legs around his waist and he spun you around and pinned you against the door, his mouth at your throat with your head tilted back. You reached up and pulled the blinds down, blocking any outside view into the room. He looked up when he heard the noise of them falling down, and looked back at you, smirking.

He slid his hands under your top and easily lifted it over your head, tossing it aside. His mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder to your collar bone. He bit down on it, leaving a red mark, and you cried out in pleasure. You felt him smile against your skin as he leaned back up to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to be as loud for me as you can,” he said, his hands moving up your ribs to your chest, unlacing your backless bra. You tried not to let your chest heave under his fingers as he looked from his hands to your eyes. “Don’t hold back…”

You nodded as he pulled the garment off you and tossed it somewhere near where your top probably was. He put his palm flat on your back and dipped his mouth to your chest, teasing you, leaving gentle, chaste kisses in his wake. You whimpered and bit your lip and he took your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, making you gasp.

He smirked until you put your feet back on the ground, your eyes locked on his as you unbuttoned his shirt, slowly - painfully slowly. Once you’d popped every button open, you slid your hands up his hard, chiseled form, taking in his skin as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind you. The two of you lingered, staring at each other before you both kicked off your shoes and he sat you down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, feeling how hard he was already against you.

He started to nip and bite and lick and kiss your other shoulder, leaving hickeys in his wake. You moaned out loud as his hands wandered down your back, sitting at your hips. He gripped them tightly and pushed you down onto him, which only made you moan louder.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he whispered against your neck and you rolled your hips into his, causing him to groan and hiss, biting your skin. You gripped his chin and brought his gaze to meet yours.

“If I’m moaning, I want you moaning too,” you said, your voice a hushed tone. He smirked.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replied before silencing you with a kiss.

And it went on. You would grind against him every time he tried to bite you or leave a mark, teasing him mercilessly. He would gasp and moan and groan, making delicious sounds only encouraging you. You pushed your hips into his one last time and he growled again, pushing you back on the couch, leaning over you. He knelt between your legs, pinning you down.

“You like teasing me?” He asked, his tone still low and harsh. You smirked and he mirrored you. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”

His hand trailed from your ribs, down your stomach to rest at your hip bones. He’d pulled your skirt off a while back, leaving you in just your little black lace boyshort underwear. His thumb stroked over your hip bone and for some reason, it drove you wild. You bucked your hips up as he leaned down to bite your neck, his tongue dipping against your skin after a moment or two.

“Grayson…” you breathed, your hand tangling in his hair. He leaned his head up to your ear.

“I’m gonna torture you babygirl…” he said, slipping his hand into the front of your panties, his hand hovering over your core. You bit your lip and moaned, closing your eyes. His middle finger pressed gently against your clit and you gasped, gripping his shoulder with one hand.

He grinned as his finger started to move in slow, steady circles. You let out a long, loud groan, your head thrown back. His slow movements really did torture you, and you knew he was loving listening to you, watching you. You bit your lip and let out a quiet whimpering noise, wordlessly begging him for more.

“You like that baby?” He asked. You nodded eagerly before he stopped, and you held your breath. “How about this?” He asked before you felt his middle finger sink into you slowly. Your jaw dropped open and you moaned louder than you had all night.

“That’s right, kitten, moan for me. Let everyone know,” his finger curled up inside you as he stroked your g-spot expertly. You nearly jumped out of your skin, panting and moaning and rolling your body against his. “God, (Y/N), you’re so wet for me already.”

“Grayson, please…” you asked, begged, pleaded. You had to have more of him.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/N),” he commanded as you writhed underneath him. He added a second finger into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“I need you,” you moaned, clawing at his back, surely leaving deep red scratches.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smirk as he pressed you. You opened your eyes to see him staring down at you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, and his eyes seemed to turn black with desire. He pulled your panties down and chuckled them across the room. He made quick work of his jeans and boxers, taking his place between your legs again. You were surprised at how big he was.

He lined himself up with your entrance before looking back to you.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded earnestly, and he sunk himself into you slowly, the two of you groaning and gripping each other, trying not to explode right then.

“Oh, fuck. Grayson, you’re so big,” you said, gripping him by the scruff of the neck. He bit his lip until he was entirely inside you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as you adjusted to his size.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him quickly.

“I love you, Grayson,” you responded, pushing his hair off his forehead. You could feel him twitching inside you, desperate to move.

“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, trailing kisses across your shoulders. You made him look at you.

“Hard. Fast. Fuck me, Grayson,” your voice was full of lust and desire, and you didn’t have to tell him twice as he began to move his hips. He started slow, building up speed, but the quicker his hips moved, the harder he pounded into you. You moaned his name over and over like a mantra, praying for release.

“That’s it, babygirl, say my name.” So you did. You moaned and sighed in the shape of his name as he drove the two of you closer and closer to oblivion. His right hand dropped to your hips and he began to rub focused circles against your clit with his thumb. You cried out as you had earlier.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Grayson, don’t stop,” you pleaded and he did as you asked, only picking up pace and fucking you harder. Your head clouded and you were completely engulfed in the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close and he was only pushing you further into climax.

Your body arched and shook underneath his ministrations. Each touch he provided only made you moan, made you wetter, pushed you closer. Grayson flipped the two of you over, so you were sitting in his lap, straddling him again, riding him. You bounced in his lap and he held your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises in the morning. You rolled your hips into his, sliding along his length easily, and his head fell back against the back of the couch.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass and he gripped it tightly as he helped your hips keep up pace, making both of you gasp in pleasure. 

You were getting close and you knew he was too. You moved quicker, and he dug is fingers deeper into your skin, his nails nearly breaking your skin. You leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving angry red and purple marks, biting and licking his skin, tasting him, wanting to take in as much of him as possible. He practically roared when you bit him, and he pushed you back down onto the couch, doubling his speed and force.

You let out a moan to match, nearly screaming his name. He again reached down to rub your clit in frantic circles, making your back arch.

“Grayson, I-I’m so close…” you breathed, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Cum for me, (Y/N),” he ordered. His voice was so deep that it vibrated through you, and you unraveled in his hands, clenching around his cock as the two of you cried out. He came tumbling after, shouting your name and gripping a handful of your hair carefully. He kept pushing until he couldn’t anymore and he collapsed on top of you, the two of you panting and gasping for breath. You wrapped an arm around him, keeping him on top of you.

He pulled a blanket from the chair nearby and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. You hardly protested as he wrapped it around the two of you, then wrapping his arms around you under the blanket. You smiled as you looked up at him.

“I really do love you,” he said, stroking your hair. Your smile widened.

“I know. I love you too. Happy birthday.” He chuckled and put an arm behind his head, smirking broadly.

“No kidding, happy birthday to me.”
“GRAYSON.”

Yes Sir Part 6

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten
Part 6: A Formal Affair

Professor Winchester and his girl attend a black tie gala leading to a night of new ideas.

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Warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol, drunk sex, semi public sex, pantyhose kink, fluff (because apparently this series is now crazy smut followed by precious fluff), feels, a lot of f-bombs, dom!John, NSFW/gifs-thanks to the creators.
WC: 6644 | On AO3

A/N: *elated manic cackling* This one is my favorite. I’m so excited for you guys to read it. Let me know what you think! I wouldn’t be writing it without your support ♥ Also, I’d like to clarify that you shouldn’t be drinking unless you’re a responsible age and you should NEVER drive drunk. Ever. We good on that? Ok cool. Enjoy this smutty drunken good time.


I slipped on my new high heels and twirled around in my bedroom, watching as my full skirt spun around me. “Does this look okay?”

My friend Jo was in the bathroom putting on eyeliner. She looked over at me, taking in my fancy dress and heels. “Yeah, you look so pretty. Come zip me up.”

Jo gathered her straight blonde hair over her shoulder as I zipped up her fitted black cocktail dress and then I turned to look in the mirror at my own dress. Shiny black lace with a fitted strapless bodice and an A-line skirt that accentuated my curves. I’d even added pantyhose with a black seam down the back to keep me warm in the autumn air, and also because they were sexy as hell and made my legs look longer. I’d spent a week’s tips on the fancy outfit. But I never got to dress up and I wanted to look beautiful for a special someone. He’d seen me in dresses and skirts, but this was different. This was a fancy, public occasion where our secret was taken to an exciting new level.

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