The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,227 Warnings: Potty mouth Dean. Potty Mouth Reader.
I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo. The both of you had agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt. You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them. Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.
The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them. You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear. The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.
It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night. The walk of shame at six in the morning. You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend. You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time? Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.
Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard. Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed. The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.
“You bastard! A sick baby and wife at home! And this is where I find you! Cuddled up with some floozy?” You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.
“Wife? This is your wife?” The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people. She held up her hands as she did.
“What? No. I’m not married. She’s just my good friend.” Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.
“Really? REALLY?! Ten years of marriage and a baby!! And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.
The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons. Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you. You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.
“God Damn it, Y/N! That was a sure thing!” He barked as his scowl deepen. Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him. You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.
“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!” You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again. Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot. You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words. His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.
“Yeah. I’m sorry sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking.” He sighed.
“Oh you were thinking alright…. Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone. You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward. You chuckled when his head snapped back up. He made a face and reached up to rub his neck. It looked like he wanted to make a come back but nothing was coming out.
“Yeah… Whatever…” He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again. Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment. You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.
“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He muttered as he started back towards the bar. You followed behind him giggling louder this time.
Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender. You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer. He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips. As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.
“You know… You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.” He said in a low grumble. His hand reaching over to touch your thigh. Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.
You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe. Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back. His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken. Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.
“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.” You said in hoarse voice. Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.
“What? Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him. This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.
“Oh shut up, Winchester. If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.” You grunted into your beer. Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.
“I’m being serious, Y/N. I’ve always thought that you were pretty. Why not give it a try? Ummmm. I’ll make it worth your while.” He said with a sincere look in his eyes.
You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head. You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.
You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty. You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach. You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much. Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous. There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.
One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters. You liked them and most of all you trusted them. A rarity for you. Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin. What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?
“Yeah… No thanks. Dean. I’m good.” You mumbled into your beer. Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you. Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.
“Haven’t you even thought of me before? I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.” He whispered hotly against your ear. You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue. This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going. You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way. Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.
Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh. He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan. Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him. A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs. Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way. That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself. You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool. Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.
“Suddenly so shy? What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?” He mused as he stood up and moved towards you. You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar. Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.
The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced. Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him. You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh. You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.
“Deeannnn…..” You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated. You shifted and squirmed underneath him. The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses. Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.
“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice. You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you. There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you. Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face. You were going to kill him.
You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands. He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside. His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away. There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby. You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car. Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you. You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment. He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.
“I’M A VIRGIN!” You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something. It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.
“What did you say?…” You asked shyly.
Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you. The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot. You were mortified, turned on, and confused.
“I said, God damn. Just god damn.” He said with groan. His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them. You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.
“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some…. I… uhhh.. You’re making me nervous.” Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest. His very firm chest.
Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you. You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you. You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.
Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel. Or at least for you it was. Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way. Finally, after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.
“What?” You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.
“Nothing…. It’s just I was wondering…. How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?” He said with a another chuckle. Your stare darken immediately. Was the asshole making fun of you? You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.
“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester. Or in your case a manwhore.” You jeered at him.
“Ouch… That one hurt.” He said with feigned hurt in his voice. “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is… How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?” He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.
“Hoho, Flattery eh? Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.” You said with a snort.
“Almost worked earlier.” He quipped. You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.
“Shut up. It did not.” You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. You frown and huffed at him. He was chuckling again before you could blink.
“See, it’s that shit right there. How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?” He asked with a shake of his head. “What a waste…”
His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen. Was he ogling you? Your eyebrow twitched a bit.
“I just never found a guy that I liked. At least not enough to go there….” You murmured lowly.
“Do you like me enough?” He asked in a husky whisper. His voice was even lower than it was naturally. A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.
The man was trying to kill you.
AN: So this is a smut series. Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;) Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon. Please forgive me for starting yet another story. LOL. Happy friday y’all!
AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome.
Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)
Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader
Word count: 1,593
Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.
You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.
You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him.
Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven.
He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there.
If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a month with one Black Sails character and two props/things from the show (no boats or ships!), who and what would you pick? And how do you think it would go?
Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…
(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)
Seriously, how much
is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch
them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You
take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind,
telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.
And then he does
Of all things, a
mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy.
But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails
digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is
riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went
into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.
You can’t tear
your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of
that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his
torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell.
One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the
other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned
at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt
clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.
“Do you know him?”
the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes
glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back,
sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back
to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering
Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.
ok but side note can we not use words like “threw herself on him” or god forbid slut for dot like ??? she got a little boozed up and got carried away; magnus stopped her and she respected that. you all rly do the most when it comes to woc lmao.
((I know you didn’t specifically ask for this to be a fic, but heck I got carried away. This is actually the first fic I’ve written on this blog, being a new mod and all. I hope you enjoy it!))
It was early in the morning at the Overwatch headquarters, and you were the first to arrive, as usual. That was alright, though, you enjoyed tidying up the place before anyone else had arrived; they always complimented you on how nice it looked, saying things like “You’re quite the overachiever” and “I’m glad we recruited you”. Something seemed wrong when you had come in, though. There was a strong, musty scent in the air, and a few more bottles of whiskey laying around than usual. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and your mind couldn’t help but race with what could have happened last night.
You gathered two bottles from the table and turned around to collect more, but a dark shape against the wall caught your eye. You turned your head and saw a body sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, head facing straight up, legs out in different directions, surrounded by various types of alcohol bottles and cans. You were so startled by this that you dropped one of the bottles you were holding on the floor, causing it to shatter loudly and the person who was passed out on the floor to wake with a jolt and jerk their head around frantically.
Once you had steadied your breathing and gotten over your initial shock, you recognized the person as Jesse McCree, one of your allies in Overwatch. Although, “ally” was putting it lightly. Over the year-and-a-half that you had been a part of Overwatch, you had developed a crush on the cowboy.
McCree had come to his senses and realized you were in the room with him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and attempted to greet you.
“Oh hey, (Y/N). I forgot you worked mornin’ shift around here,” McCree joked, rubbing his face as he began to stand up. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear to you that something had happened last night. You knew McCree was a fan of the occasional bottle of whiskey, but this was the most bottles you had ever seen.
“Are you okay?” you asked as you put the bottles you were holding back onto the table and walked over to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” he said to you, leaning against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol, which made you hold your nose. “Just a little tired.”
“McCree, are you…” You hesitated. It felt wrong to flat out ask if he was drunk. You tried to find a way to reword your question. “Did you stay here last night?”
McCree, leaning against the wall and smiled at you with the dopiest grin you had ever seen. “Eeyup, had myself a lil party. Guess I got carried away,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I sure had a blast. Man, was that tiring…” he began to fall, but you caught him before he could embrace the floor. You nearly fell over with him, but luckily he was able to stand with your support.
“Come on, McCree, let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, and began to walk with him, his arm slung over your shoulders and your arm around his waist. You were leading him to the infirmary, thinking that he would be able to rest in one of the spare beds.
You walked in silence, when suddenly you hear him say, “Y’know, you’re awful cute when you’re determined.” The compliment caught you off guard, but you brushed it off as the alcohol talking, and kept looking forward. But he continued to speak. “When you first came here, I wasn’t too sure about you. I admit, I can be a bit cold on newbies, especially with how many wannabes we’ve had. But you…” He stopped, and you looked at him. You were shocked to see a deep sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at the floor. “You’re so determined to make a change, (Y/N). And you always have so much optimism. I don’t know how I even found the will to fight before you joined us.” He looked at you and smiled, but this time, it was a sincere, wholehearted smile that made your heart begin pounding.
“You… you’re my reason to fight, (Y/N).”
You had reached the infirmary, and McCree had sat down on one of the beds. You looked down, too nervous to meet his eyes. “Do you… do you really mean that?”
He grabbed your hand, and you looked up at him, seeing in his eyes a sincerity that could not be denied. “Of course I mean… I get it, you think it’s the booze messin’ up my sense, but it’s not. I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, and I hate that it had to be like this, but I love you. I wanna be with you.”
Your throat tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening. You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was nod your head and smile. McCree understood what you meant, and he smiled back. He let go of your hand and laid down, but as you turned to leave, he said, “Wait.”
You turned back around and it seemed as if his melancholy had returned. He patted the empty space beside him, letting you know he wanted you with him. How could you refuse?
You laid down next to him, your faces inches away. He brushed your hair aside and kissed your forehead, and you realized how incredibly warm he felt. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, and you put your hand on your face. Both of you were lost in each other’s eyes, before his began closing, and yours, a sudden fatigue coming over you, followed suit. Soon, you were both fast asleep, dreaming together in each other’s embrace.