Dean’s kisses vary depending on his mood. When he’s relaxed and happy they’re all soft and slow and sweet. His hands were snug on your hips as he whispered sweet things in your ear. Trailing little kisses from under your ear to your jaw to your lips. When he’s upset or worried or stressed they’re all lust-filled. One large, calloused hand pressed the back of your head onto his, his fingers twisted into your hair, firmly. He’d let out little growls when you pulled away, flashing desperate puppy-eyes at your own just to get more kisses.
Sam always had his hands on you when you kissed. Whether it’s his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin or his hand pressed on the small of your back, he wanted to have hold of you. Sometimes he’d just bury his hands into the sides of your hair. Pushing it out of your face and pulling it through his fingers. Sammy was always a little rough, even in the sweetest of times. He was always worried that the, kiss would be the last. He couldn’t bare the thought so he always made them count.
When Cas kissed you, he always did it in clusters. It was never just one sweet kiss. He’s cup your face gently with his calloused hands and brush his lips to yours still, after years, nervous to kiss you. He’d press them softly to your lips, your jaw, your neck, your face. Everywhere. He loved it. He’d press his lips to you until you were writhing and giggling underneath him from the tickling feeling of his lips and stubble grazing your skin.
Dominant. That word could be directed at any part of Crowley. The way he walked, the way he talked and held himself. If he wanted something from you, then he would get it. You’d walk into the room and he’d gesture you forward with a curved finger, “Come here.” was one phrase he often mouthed when he did it. You’d walk to him and he’d curl one arm around your waist and his hand would grip your jaw tightly, keeping your head in place. He’d kiss you for seconds, minutes even before he even considered loosening his grip on you.
Gabriel was a tease. He’d press tiny pecks on your jaw and face before quickly peppering your lips, always pulling away before you would get to press back. He’d pull back with that god damn smartass smirk that drove you nuts. You’d flash him a playful pout and he’s giggle lightly before pulling you into his lap. He’d press a soft and gentle kiss against your lips before whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.
A/N: WELL I did it. Barely. I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight. I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy. LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!
“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.
You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.
He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.
That is the cause of death you had been referring to.
When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.
Imagine your best friend always tries to play matchmaker to you with the odd blind date with her boyfriend’s friends. The last two guys were such idiots, she literally had to beg you to try one more time and eventually manages to convince you. Your car is in the shop so she offers for her and the boyfriend to pick you up and you agree. However, she purposely didn’t mention your date would be getting a drive with them too. You hear her car in the driveway and put on your shoes. The doorbell rings and you pull open the door without looking as you turn towards the closet for your sweater. Your back is still to her as you’re putting it on while talking. “I really hope this one is not a dick like the others because I’ll never…” You turn thinking it’s her but Loki asked to come to the door instead, believing it a gentlemanly to do. Your jaw slacks as you eye him from head to toe and he smirks. “Hopefully I’ll do better than the others.” He holds out his hand. “Hello. I’m Loki.” You smile while shaking it. “I hope so too…I mean hi, I’m…”
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!