Cameras Catch All - Single!Jensen x Reader (Smutty Drabble)

A/N: Technically, smut appreciation day started at 5am when I posted Knot In Love. But, we’re going to count this as the beginning. It’s going to be a bit scattered as I finish up some other stuff, but I happen to like how its starting, myself. As always, feedback is incredible, and I hope you all enjoy <3

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Originally posted by deanwinchesterlmagines

Professor!Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied smut

Word Count: a little over 2.2k

You were never too keen on the idea of college. Twelve years of schooling, sleepless nights when the homework piles up too high, schoolmates that put you down because they thought they were better than you just because they had more money and prettier faces. You had told some of your friends that you probably weren’t going to apply to college - you wanted to be done with homework and deadlines and superiors. You wanted to go live your life, be in a band, make it big, make a name for yourself.

But your friends shot that down.

They told you that it wasn’t practical, that you’d never make it. They stressed that you would never get a steady job without so much as a bachelor’s degree, but you still weren’t into it. It did make you feel bad, but you began thinking that you didn’t have a choice. You did want success in life, but you didn’t want to be stuck in a crap job working for it.

So you began trying harder in your classes, things you didn’t even think of doing before - getting assignments done early, actually doing research for group projects, studying for tests. It was like something had switched in you, and you knew it, but you didn’t care too much. You just wanted to get senior year over with so you could continue on to four more years of bullshit.

Things only escalated when you got accepted into one of the colleges you had applied for.

Carreon University sounded like a good idea at the time. It offered music classes, which is what you were majoring in, but also on law classes, which was your minor. When you started in the fall after graduation, things weren’t so bad. You made friends in your dorm, you loved your music teacher.

The only problem you had was your law instructor, Professor Ackles.

The stuck up, uptight, relentless teacher gave you a project on the very first day of class. You had rolled your eyes when he started explaining what he expected of the class, and he caught you, calling you out right there in front of everybody. He put you down, saying that he wouldn’t tolerate attitude like that, and he knew you wouldn’t survive two weeks in his class. The class was dead silent as the two of you stared each other down, before he went back to explaining the requirements of the project.

That was the day you discovered your intense dislike of that one professor.

You completed his work, just not like your work for other classes. You put your heart and soul into your music class assignments, but you half assed all of your Law assignments. You didn’t speak a single word in Professor Ackles’ class half the time, giving short and blunt answers whenever the instructor would ask you a question and being very brief on presentations. You got low 80s on the tests, didn’t try on the pop quizzes.

You didn’t like Professor Ackles, and Professor Ackles didn’t like you.

The dislike reached a peak on a certain day in November, though.

You had been out celebrating a friend’s birthday the night before, and you couldn’t remember much. You remembered alcohol, a lot of alcohol, and stumbling back into your dorm room at a little past three in the morning.

The sunlight shining in through the window and into your face woke you up, and you immediately acknowledged the intense throbbing in your temples. The light stung your eyes from behind your eyelids, and you covered your eyes with your hand as you sat up.

“Fuck,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes before opening them ever so slightly, slits of blurry vision drifting to the alarm clock that rested on the little table next to your bed.

11:18 am. You had overslept.

You were late for your Law class.

You groaned in regret, knowing that Professor Ackles was going to tear you a new one as soon as you stumbled into his room over a half an hour late. You cussed under your breath as you slowly stood up, the very present hangover making your limbs feel like jelly as the nausea came and went. You stripped out of your party dress and heels that you had fallen asleep in, trudging over to your drawer and pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, not wanting to put any effort into your outfit, seeing as you weren’t feeling so hot, and you were already late.

You pulled on your sweatpants, not bothering to change out of the nice underwear you had put on last night, and picked up a folded sports bra that was on your vanity, slipping that over your head before doing the same with the sweatshirt. You pulled your hair into a lose ponytail and grabbed your sunglasses from your dresser as well, putting them on as you grabbed your phone and backpack, leaving your dorm and making your way to the Law building across campus.

The hallways were bare as you entered the building, but you expected nothing less. Everyone was listening to their lectures, getting ready for their careers. You sighed and begrudgingly made your way down the hall to Professor Ackles’ room.

You didn’t even stop to knock on the door when you barged in, hearing Ackles’ stop talking about whatever today’s lesson was about, and feeling thirty other pairs of eyes on you as you let the door close behind you, silently going over to your desk.

“Well look who decided to show up for class today.” You heard the professor say, and you rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses, not in the mood for any of his snide remarks today.

“Fuck off, Ackles, not today.” The words slipped through your lips like a breath, you hadn’t even thought about holding your tongue. You heard a few gasps throughout the room and some muttering, but you didn’t let it phase you as you sat down in your seat.

“Excuse me?” Ackles spoke, the tone of his voice sending chills down your spine for some reason, but you stood your ground as you stared at his stony face from behind the tinted lenses.

“You heard me.” You said, watching as your instructor wove his way through the desks and made his way to yours.

He was silent as he reached over to you, swiftly taking you by surprise as he snatched your sunglasses from your face. You winced as the light became brighter, your eyes squinting shut as your hand flew up to block some of the brightness. You heard him scoff from in front of you, and you scowled as you brought your hand down, staring at his green eyes looking down on you, making you feel small.

“Instead of partying all night, you can try doing my assignments, since you’re barely passing as it is. See, when you wake up on time, you’d have the option to make yourself look presentable, and not trashy with smudged eyeliner and pajamas.” Ackles spoke lowly, making you seethe with anger as he talked down to you, other students in the class not daring to make a sound. “Get out of my class. Be here after, we need to have a one on one discussion.”

“Why not just say it now? You’ve never had a problem talking shit about me in front of the rest of the class before.”

“That’s enough, Y/N. For once, just do as you’re told.” Ackles said as he turned away and walked back to the front of the room, and you rolled your eyes as you stood up, storming out of the room and going back to your dorm.

You stood outside of Professor Ackles’ room, psyching yourself up for the write up you were probably about to receive. You had put on a faded shirt but had kept the sweatpants on, only caring about washing your face, getting rid of the smudged eyeliner that Ackles had pointed out and made you feel bad about.

“I appreciate the insight, J-Pad, really.” You heard Ackles say from behind the door, and you saw a large shadow approach the blurry glass, and you backed up. The doorknob moved and it opened, and you saw another teacher step out. You weren’t exactly sure what his name was, but you had seen him around campus a couple times before.

He smiled back into the room, pushing some of his lengthy hair behind his ear. “No problem, Jensen, just be careful.” The teacher turned back and saw you, a bit of realization on his face before he concealed his emotion, leaning back into the room. “You’ve got a student out here, by the way.” The teacher turned back to you and gave you a smile, nodding as he made his leave.

You saw your professor open the door wider, a blank expression on his face. He motioned for you to come in, and you did so. It was tense in the room, but you couldn’t help the words that left your mouth.

“Jensen, huh?” You spoke, tilting your head as you watched him close the door. “I always thought of your name being something like Jason or…Dean.”

“Dean?” He questioned, crossing his arms.

You merely shrugged, sitting in a random seat at the front of the class. You didn’t mean to, but you found yourself examining him as he walked back to his desk. The black suit he wore today rested nicely on his body, his broad shoulders and tall figure making you swallow as you watched him look through a few papers before looking back at you.

“Y/N, you know that your outburst in class today was completely uncalled for.” Jensen started his lecture, making you sigh and lean back in the chair. “You’ve always been a troublemaker in my class, and I’ve tried to be lenient, but why should I put in the effort to be nice when you don’t even put in the effort to work?”

“Maybe because it’s your job?” You asked, making the teacher scoff.

“It’s my job to lead young adults to their career, not to babysit children who clearly aren’t ready for real life.” He spat back at you, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, first off, you’re the one that decided to be a damn teacher, you had to have known that there was going to be students that wouldn’t like your class. Secondly, you don’t know me, pal. I’ve been ready for real life since high school.” You spoke, watching Jensen laugh to himself and lean back in his own seat as he watched you.

“You know,” he said, the sudden nonchalance in his voice throwing you for a loop, “For a little, college freshman, you really don’t know your place. I don’t tolerate crap like this, so you need to grow up, and get with the program.” Jensen stood up, walking towards you, but you stood up too, not going to be intimidated by a 6'1 man who thought he was so high and mighty.

“And what if I don’t? You don’t control me, no one controls me.” You spoke, the fire inside you sparking as he gave you that same degrading look, like he was so much better than you.

“So much attitude, you really need to behave.” Jensen spoke, getting close to you. You stared into his eyes, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from glancing at his lips.

They looked like the ones authors described in those shitty romance novels. Pink, smooth, plump, waiting for you. You blinked at that thought. You’d never thought of being with your professor before, but the tension in the room was thick, and his gaze on you was making you restless.

“Make me.” You found yourself saying, and you could have cheered when Jensen leaned down, capturing your lips in a forceful kiss.

He was showing you who was in charge here. He called the shots, he made the choices, you listened to him. And if you didn’t, there would be consequences. His lips felt like heaven against yours, and when he pulled away, you fought the urge to whimper, go back to them.

Jensen pushed you back down into the chair you had previously sat in, walking to you slowly as he undid the tie around his neck, snatching it from the collar of his shirt and using it to tie your wrists behind you. He looked at you with dominance in his eyes, a stern look that made you squeeze your legs together.

“Oh, I’ll make you behave, sweetheart.”

You sat in class the next day, notebook open and pen in your hand as you wrote down the notes that Professor Ackles was relaying to the class. You bit your lip as your pen danced across the page, words being created as the muscles in your hand moved precisely. One of your friends sat behind you tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn back and glance at them for a second. You turned back to the front, seeing Jensen facing away from you, so you leaned back to your friend.

“You’re actually taking notes? What happened, did Ackles tear you a new one?” He spoke, making your mind flash back to the events of the night before.

“Yeah,” you spoke, facing forward and watching as Jensen kept talking, looking at you and giving a small smirk before continuing the lesson, “He really put me in my place.”

#18 Almost getting caught (Dean x reader)

Summary: For my 100 kinks list!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: smut (use of handcuffs, unprotected sex), language


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Tug - Dean x Reader (Smutty Drabble)

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Waiting

Sam x Reader

Summary/Request: “Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Sam x reader fic where she goes home basically every other night with some guy she met at a bar, and it really gets on sams nerves after a while so he finally explodes, admits he’s jealous and pours out all his feelings n shit.” Submitted by @samsdeadlydick

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, SMUT. Like seriously, they had it coming. Aftercare though. Swearing, as per ususal.

A/N: I love you guys so much. Watch me as I become the queen of hell for this. This is also like +3,000 words so buckle up. 

Originally posted by myheartofmusic

The first time I went home with another guy, Sam didn’t talk to me for a day. The time after that, it was a week. The third time, he avoided me all together. I tried to not let it get to me, but it still stung. Sam was the one I went to when I was bawling my eyes out, or needed a heart to heart, and when he acted distant like that…

I went out at night more often.

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“What time do you call this?” Sam demanded when I opened the door to our motel room a little after three in the morning.

“Why do you care?” I shot back.

It’s not like there was any secret to where I was. Both Dean and Sam watched as I picked up another guy at a bar. It was becoming almost as bad as Dean’s habits. I was going through a rough patch okay? It’s not like I had anyone to answer to anyways, and sometimes my hook-ups were fun.

I didn’t wait for his answer as I trudged to the bathroom to get a shower. I noticed that Dean wasn’t in the room either but didn’t really care. I just wanted to get to bed. The hot water scalded my skin and washed away the last bits of pleasure from my senses. The guy I went home with tonight­­­­­­­­­ (Stephen?) was okay. It was no where near the best, but it was good fun. It passed the time and made me feel wanted.

When I left the bathroom in a tank top and sweats, Sam was still up, looking quite annoyed at me.

“What is your problem?” I demanded.

“I don’t like you going out at might like that,” The younger Winchester said dangerously low. I glared at him.

“So it’s okay for Dean or you to do it?” I snapped back. “That seems totally fair.” I scoffed. “You Winchesters, so self-absorbed.”

Sam almost growled as he stood and crossed the room in three long strides standing over me.

“I do not go out with women like Dean does, and I do not pick up guys every other night like you do,” His hazel eyes were hard and furious.

“So this is my fault?” I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms defensively. “I didn’t know you were my mother Sam.” I bit out.

I could see that he was getting agitated at my words. His hands clenched into fists and he paced away from me then turned to face me, his glare hot and angry as it met my eyes.

What?” I snapped, glaring back. “What is your problem?” I repeated my question from earlier. “I am a grown woman! I can go out if I want to go out!” I yelled at him.

His face was ridden with pure fury at my words. He took a moment to compose himself, as if the last thing he wanted to do was yell at me.

“The problem…” Sam whispered, his voice dangerous. “Is that I don’t want anyone else touching you like that.” His words stopped me in my tracks, my anger fizzling out.

“What?” I was confused, frowning at his words. I took a careful step forward. “Sam?” I prompted.

His hazel eyes flashed to mine, more green than brown.

“You deserve something so much better than letting men use you like that. Y/n.” Sam pleaded as he closed the space between us.

“Sam?” My voice trembled. My mind was racing at what he was saying. What was he saying? Something better? Where was I going to find something better?

“Let me show you,” He murmured, running his hands delicately down my arms making me shudder. “Let me show you what it can be like to love someone. Love that’s more than sex. Please Y/n. I can’t take it anymore, knowing you’re in pain and trying to find it in a place that will only hurt you more.” His voice was as soft as his words.

Sam…” I whispered, afraid.

I went out to find random flings because I had just gotten away from an extremely bad relationship. I was terrified of getting into another one ever again. My mind wildly beat against the idea yet my heart yearned for the picture he was creating.

“It’s alright,” He whispered softly, tilting my chin up to look at him. “I know you’re scared. There’s no way I can undo what he did. But please, I can’t have you going out every night like this, knowing that I could give you something real. It’s tearing me apart.”

I shook my head in denial. The words didn’t want to register in my mind. They almost refused to make sense. That would mean that Sam wanted me, that he loved me. That he loved me even though I was screwed up and a broken shell of a person. But that couldn’t be right. Could it?

My eyes searched his for any indication that he was lying or that my verdict was outrageous but I found none. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. I threw my arms around his neck and let the tears slip out as I whispered ‘yes,’ over and over.

His arms were wrapped around me tightly, holding my frail frame to his, his face in my shoulder as he took a deep breath.

Please Sam,” I whispered. “Please,”

I didn’t know that I was begging him for. Maybe it was for him to stay by my side. Maybe it was for the idea in my head of true love that I craved so much. Maybe it was for him to show me how it could hurt less. Maybe it was just to hear him utter those three forbidden words that I desperately craved.

I love you,” Were those three words that I heard leave his lips. “I’ve fallen for you, and there’s nothing I want more for you than for you to be okay. You to be happy. I will do whatever it takes.” He vowed.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. His hands came up to cup my face as his thumbs brushed away my tears. He uttered my name softly then leaned down to press his lips to mine.

His kiss was nothing like I ever had before, from anyone. Every other kiss was greedy and hungry and selfish. Yet, kissing Sam was bliss. He didn’t demand anything with his lips as they learned to dance with mine. They were slow and gentle, giving my lips the time they needed to understand his movements.

I felt him slowly walk me back to the bed that was behind me. When my knees hit the back of it, instead of losing my balance and falling, Sam’s hand was at the small of my back, keeping me grounded.

He pulled away softly and left gentle kisses at the edge of my mouth as I caught my breath.

“Let me love you?” He asked lowly, his hands tailing to my waist.

Please,” I responded.

He lifted me up by my waist and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support, not like he needed the help carrying me. I was probably like a couple of grapes to him. He gave a crooked smile that made my heart soar before he leaned in to kiss me again.

This kiss was slightly more urgent, but it still demanded nothing of me. His tongue traced my bottom lip asking for permission, which I gladly gave letting his hot breath mix with mine.

I felt him slowly crawl onto the bed behind us and he gently laid me down on the pillows, kneeling so that he could look at me.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n.” He praised softly. “And you deserve the world.”

Sam shed his shirt and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. My eyes wandered over his shoulders and down his chest, but they didn’t have long for Sam leaned over and slid his hands under my tank top, raising it slowly before taking it off of me completely.

His touch left my skin tingling. His hands wandered over my stomach, chest, shoulders, neck, delicately tracing every one of my curves. His lips replaced his hands as they attached to my neck, leaving wet kisses burning on my skin. I curled my fingers in his long hair, panting his name softly. I felt his smile on my shoulder.

I let out a moan when his tongue traced my collarbone. His eyes flashed to mine as a wicked grin stretched across his face. He leaned down and I felt his teeth graze the same spot. Even though I knew his game, it didn’t stop the cry of his name that left my lips. I tightened my grip in his hair and pressed my hips against his.

“Sam please,” I begged.

He shushed me softly.

“Relax gorgeous girl. Enjoy this.” He whispered to my skin. “I have you for the rest of forever and I intend on taking my time,”

He trailed a sting of kisses up my neck and jaw before connecting his lips with mine again. I kissed him passionately this time, craving his attention. His hands roamed up from my waist and to my breasts where the caressed and massaged so expertly that I was mewling into his mouth, getting needier by the minute.

Sam seemed to realize this as he pulled away from my lips, leaving both of us panting. He moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down the center of my chest, stomach and to the waist band of my pants. My hands left his hair to get them off, but he pinned them to my sided.

No. Let me.” He demanded. I nodded and grabbed the comforter under us, keeping my hands in place.

His hands blazed a trail from my breasts to my waist, where the slipped into the band of my pants and pulled them off at an agonizing pace. An amused smirk spread across his face when he heard my whine of frustration. I watched as he undid his belt and left the rest of his clothes on the floor with mine.

Seeing Sam Winchester naked was like looking at a Greek god. Every one of his features was chiseled and beautiful. I bit my lip to hold back a moan as he crawled back over me.

“Are you ready,” He whispered to my neck as he nipped at the skin.

Please Sam.” I begged, curling my fingers in his hair, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, looking me in the eyes.

“I do Sam, fuck I really do.” I whispered, stroking his cheeks.

Good.”

He pressed his lips to mine again and I welcomed the kiss, my own lips becoming hungry for his. His mouth dominated mine, leaving no room for any other option. As my hands knotted themselves in his hair, his hand trailed down my center and gently began rubbing the bundle of nerves that resided above my opening.

I moaned Sam’s name deeply into his mouth. He smiled against my lips and pulled away, his hot pants washing over my face. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, panting. He watched intently as my face curled in pleasure when he slid two of his fingers into me, while his other hand teased and played with my breast. His fingers curled as the moved in and out of my sex, his thumb circling my clit in rhythm, each movement pushing me wildly to my edge.

You’re so beautiful,” He whispered in my ear. I moaned his name deeply as a response.

“Sam, please. I’m…I’m so close…” I mumbled out, pulling at his hair, feeling the coil inside me ready to snap.

“I know you are.” He murmured huskily. “Come for me, beautiful.”

I let out a cry of pleasure as I hit my apex of pleasure, letting it wrack through my body. The feeling was so intense, and no orgasm I had before even came close to how Sam made me feel in that moment.

Sam kept his fingers moving as I rode through the pleasure, whispering praises to my skin, leaving kisses over every inch of my neck and shoulders.

I came down from my high panting, Sam’s name on my lips. When I opened my eyes I watched as Sam slid his fingers that were just in me into his mouth, tasting me from his fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips and I could faintly taste myself on his lips.

“I love you,” Sam whispered, stroking my cheek softly. “And if you’re not the sexiest thing in this universe then…” He shook his head, as if to say that there was nothing that compared to me.

“I love you Sammy,” I whispered back. “I really do.”

The smile of pure joy that stretched across his face was so much better than sex could ever be. Here we were, nude and in ecstasy, and yet that fact that I loved him, and he loved me was the best thing that there was.

“Will you let me love you?” He asked, stroking my cheek.

“Love me Sam,” I smiled, pulling him down to kiss me.

I could feel his slowly grind against me, hard and waiting to enter me.

“Please Sam,” I murmured against his lips.

His eyes bore into mine as he nodded, and slowly pushed into me. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure, but he stopped moving and whispered,

“Keep your pretty eyes open.” He ordered. “I want to see them,”

I opened my eyes and fought to keep them open as he continued to press into me until his hips were flush against mine. I panted as he waited, letting me get used to his size. Sure, I had been with a lot of other boys, but they had absolutely nothing on Sam.

As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust into me, slow at first before picking up speed, finding a blissful rhythm that had the filthiest swears flying from my lips that were matched with Sam’s own grunts and curses. Sam’s hands roamed over my skin, teasing my breasts, and trailing down to hold my waist, pulling me to him faster and harder, at my mewled request.

Sammy,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as I felt myself approaching my edge again.

Hold it,” He growled into my ear.

Fuck! Sam!” I cursed, squeezing my eyes shut as he pounded me harder into the bed. I was nearly about to lose it when he growled in my ear:

Come.”

I screamed his name as I dove head first with Sam into our orgasms. Sam cursed my name as I did his as continued to pound me right through the pleasure until I was begging him to stop because I couldn’t take anymore.

He pulled out of me and I whimpered at the sensory overload.

“So fucking gorgeous, and so fucking mine.” Sam growled.

All I could do was nod as I tried to call my racing heart. I reached up for him blindly and found him. He pulled me onto his chest, as I curled up onto his side, letting out little whimpers as I stretched my legs.

We laid in silence, letting our heart rates return to normal. Our eyes stayed locked on each other. There was nothing more beautiful than Sam Winchester as he was sheen in sweat and coming down from his sexual high.

I protested as he started to get up. The act stung slightly more than it should have, but he had promised me that he wasn’t leaving, so I didn’t understand why he was getting up.

“I’m going to get something to clean us beautiful, unless you want a shower?” Sam asked, stroking my cheek.

I nodded. “Shower with you sounds nice,” A lazy smile played at my lips.

He chuckled softly and lifted me with ease, bridal style and carried me to the bathroom. Sam set me on the counter and started the water before coming back to me and resting his hands at my waist and his forehead to mine.

As steam began to fill the small bathroom, Sam picked me up and set me gently in the porcelain tub, keeping his hands at my waist to support me. He knew that my legs couldn’t hold their own yet.

His touch was gentle as he lathered soap on my skin, washing away the aftermath of our endeavors. I kept my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and watched him as he cleansed both he and I with great care. This was a different side to sex that I never saw, the aftermath, the basking in the bliss of the other person. And here Sam was, giving it to me, knowing I would need it. There was no man like Sam Winchester.

Sam reached behind me and shut the water off, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before reaching for his own.

Once we were dried off and I was in Sam’s shirt and he was in a pair of sweats, we curled up under the covers of the motel bed. I curled up to Sam’s side as he laid on his back, his hands clasped at my side as his arms encased me.

“You’re beautiful Y/n.” He murmured into the darkness of the room. “No one compares to you, your body, or your mind.”

I smiled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“Who knew Sam Winchester was a total sap?” I teased. A chuckle rumbled through him.

“And who knew that such a pretty little mouth could say such filthy words?” He smirked.

My cheeks flushed as I hid my face in his shoulder. His hand came up and stroked my hair softly.

“You don’t know how incredibly happy it makes me that I can draw those words from you Y/n. Or that no one can make you feel the way I make you feel.” Sam said softly. “Never be afraid to be yourself with me. It’s why I’m here.” He consoled.

I looked up at Sam and stroked his cheek softly.

“Where have you been all my life?” I whispered.

“Waiting for you to let me in.”

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Dean walked in at the first lights of dawn and saw his baby brother and Y/n sleeping together in each other arms.

“About damn time.” He muttered, heading for a shower.

#97 Restrained sex (Dean x reader)

Summary: For my 100 kinks list!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 400ish

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), language

A/N: Turned out more comedic than smutty but at least you’re not poor Sam…


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Don’t Look - Demon!Dean x Reader (Smutty Drabble)

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Distractions - Sam x Reader (Smutty Drabble)

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Warnings: Implied blow job, some hand action, and the beginnings of sex 

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Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Sweet Dreams

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of)
Warnings:  Fluff
Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room


“This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card.
“I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed.
“Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips.
“Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed.
“Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.


The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.

“I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala.
“Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to.

Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.

The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door.
“Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn.
“Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice.
“Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up.
“I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow.
“Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.

Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.
“I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you.
“Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed.
“Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back.
“Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back.
“Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room.
“mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.


The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him.
Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly.
“Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”

Every second of the day. I swear i will kill everyone

Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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