Hi I'm Elizabeth! But you can call me Liz•This is my multi fandom blog. (Deh, Bmc, Newsies, Spn, ect)•I reblog fanfics, fanart, and edits•I even sometimes create my own•NOT SPOILER FREE•Don't be afraid to send me some asks! I love talking to you guys!•HEADCANON REQUESTS ARE OPEN TEMPORARILY•All asks I send are signed "-cmt"
Alright, first real post!
Let me introduce y'all to the girl who started it all, Mara!
Amara Robin Flores-Greyback, or Mara, is Wolf Spider! ("No hyphen!" - Mara)
After discovering that her brother was a certain Spider-based superhero at the age of 12, Mara was forced into the life of a vigilante! Trained and technologically aided by an AI assistant known as 'Ailo,' Mara serves as one of Villecity's many street-level protectors.
Her powers were originally similar to a werewolf's, but after getting injected with a prototype antidote made by her brother, they were extremely diluted.
Despite the tragic backstory I have yet to fully explain to you implies, I love Mara a lot. She's been an OC of mine for years, and she's one of the few that I carried over after graduating High School.
She didn't want to become Wolf Spider when she first found out about her powers. Her first experiences with them made her feel like a freak, and then, when she tried to get Ailo to cure her, he made her feel bad for hating her powers since they could be used to help people. At the age of 12, she was pushed into training to take on the role of a hero that her adult brother previously held.
Throughout her formative years, this will take a heavy toll on her. Her grades plummeted due to her losing sleep focusing on her job, she witnesses things that no child or teen should witness, she carries the weight of her brother's legacy on her shoulders, and people will inevitably die due to her mistakes.
I'll talk more about her and go into greater depth about her experiences, but for now, I'll leave it at that.
Thank you for reading! I apologize if my writing is weird (I fight against Grammarly a ton), but if you're reading this, then maybe you didn't/don't care.
Also, I've never written a blog before so like... yell at me about what I can do better!
I love this human and her writing so I have to reblog this. I have seen how she has developed Mara and this whole universe. She is an incredible artist and writer and y'all should definitely follow her and watch her world grow 🌎🤍
I absolutely adore Frank Sinatra's song "My way of life".Every time I listen it, my heart is filled with reverence and admiration, because I hear the greatest declaration of love that reaches my soul with its sensual power.That's why I have inextricably linked the content of the song with Castiel's lifeline and his sacrificial love to Dean.
I would even recommend you listen this song while you're looking at these drawings.
Ok this is a good chance to tell y’all to give Bobby Singer’s Guide to Hunting a read because it is SO GOOD
It’s like a case mixed with a bit of lore and other little cases and stuff about other characters all in the iconic narration of Bobby Singer.
Blurb:
My name is Bobby Singer. In twenty-four hours I’m gonna lose my memory. So here’s everything you need to know.
Monsters, demons, angels, vampires, the boogeyman under your bed: I’ve seen it, I’ve hunted it, I’ve killed it. I’m not the only hunter out here, but there aren’t as many as there used to be. Not near as many as there need to be. I’ve learned everything I can about every damned critter that walks, crawls, or flies, and I’m not gonna let that all be for nothing. I’m not going down without a fight. I’m not letting everything I’ve learned disappear. So that’s what you’re holding in your hands—everything I know. Anything that’d be useful for Sam, Dean, and the hunters that come after me.
It’s a guide to hunting...it’s a guide to me. My last will and testament. Ya idjits.
and it’s free pdf definitely totally isn’t available somewhere on the internet if you were to look it up—cough* WHO SAID THAT?
I originally drew this without the Thursday boxers. I only added them so I didn't have to crop the image, but now I kinda like them. You can see the original version on AO3 or Bluesky!
AHHHHHHH- imagine: when Castiel is crazy and meg is like- taking care of him or something, just imagine her just sitting on the bed in the room and Castiel is just... Hugging her stomach, his legs are slightly hanging off the bed, his face is Just- snuggled up and laying on her upper thighs/abdomen, and he'd just be whispering little things like "I watched the bees today, they're so nice. Do you like the bees, meg?" And she would be like "Mhm..." While reading her book and running her fingers in his hair- or he'd be saying stuff like "you're so pretty meg... Your hair is so fluffy... You're so sweet..." And she would just be like "mhm... Thanks, Clarence" and dean and Sam would just walk in at some point (for whatever reason) and dean would just be like "wtf? Why is my boyfriend cuddling with this demon bitch?" And cas would be like "oh- hi dean!, do you like the bees?". That would be my heaven, someone please draw this.
─── ( mlist, nsfw ! ) DEAN WINCHESTER carries two polaroids inside his wallet. a picture of you in a motel bed, sunlight spills through the curtains on your skin, drowning your irises— it’s one of his dearest possessions. you wear his flannel only, a pair of panties and no bra and your laugh is so contagious dean swears each time he takes the polaroid out of his wallet he falls in love all over again. and every time he can hear your laugh. you have huge smile plastered on your face and your mouth is covered with ketchup from a half eaten burger you’ve abandoned somewhere inside the cheap room.
the second polaroid, the prettiest fucking face he’s ever seen— big, teary eyes, wide open just for him. his cum drips in thick trails down your chin, your lipstick smeared, mascara running down your pretty face. it’s a polaroid of you on your knees, with your lips wrapped perfectly around the tip of his cock, your hand fisting its base, even if he spilled his cum down your throat already. the polaroid is shaky, but he’d never mind that. you’re gorgeous.
and a third photo— dean keeps it hidden inside his car. his little secret. his proudest one. it’s and old photograph of you inside the impala, completely naked, sprawled over the leather car seat while his dick fills up your wet cunt in the most obscene way. and you take him so well. so well, each time he’s away from you, he’ll stare at the polaroid with his dick throbbing inside his jeans. he gets so hard it physically hurts. he’ll spit in his hand and stroke his cock thinking of you, fantasizing about the way your pussy tightens around him.
he’d be such a liar if he said he didn’t have any more pictures of you.
content: smut - porn without plot, dry humping, kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl, pet names (sweetheart, baby), dirty talk
pairing: dom!Dean Winchester x sub!fem!reader
summary: dean with his glasses on turns you on.
word count: 905
Dean’s fingers sunk deep into the flesh on your hips, groaning as he helped to guide you on his denim clad thigh.
Your soaked cunt dragged along the fabric of his jeans, the friction making your clit throb as a growing wet patch grew underneath you on his leg. Your head fell down to rest on his shoulder as you bit your lip to try stifle the whimpers, grounding down harder onto him in desperation.
“So fuckin’ hot, baby.” Dean huffed, letting his own head fall back every time your inner thigh rubbed up against his painfully hard cock under the fabric. He removed one hand from your waist to bring it to your chin, making you look at him while you got yourself off on him.
You leaned in to kiss him, tongue swiping at his bottom lip. You felt him bring his hand to the glasses on his face, already having them pulled half way off before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Keep them on. Makes you look so sexy.” You told him, the pleading and lustful tone clear in your words.
Dean’s eyes widened and he smirked at your comment, putting the glasses back on his face. He felt the way your breath hitched and your movements on his thigh grew more frantic and unsteady, clear signs you were getting close. “You gonna come on my thigh, baby?” His words dripping with arousal as his cock twitched in his boxers. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already looking like a slut on me.”
Before you could answer him, your body tensed up and you let out a broken string of moans, the orgasm hitting you hard. Dean brought a hand down to where you had been rutting onto him, rubbing your clit with his thumb through your orgasm.
He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you sitting on his lap, completely bare from the waist down and your bra thrown to the floor behind you, while he was still fully clothed, even his jacket and boots still on.
When you finally came down, Dean was already beginning to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans and boxers down far enough so that his aching length could spring free.
You watched as he stroked his full length a few times, practically in awe of the way the precum leaked from his tip when he squeezed it just enough to make him groan. Using one hand, he helped you to raise your shaky thighs to sit above him as he lined up with your dripping pussy.
When you sunk down onto his tip, the room was filled with both of your groans and whines. You had taken Dean so many times before, but you never got used to how big he was. The slight pain behind the stretch quickly turned into pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, moving his hands to grip your ass.
He leaned in to sloppily kiss down your neck as he waited for you to adjust, huffing in frustration in the way his glasses kept slipping down his nose and getting in the way. “Stupid glasses. They’re fuckin’ useless right now.” He grumbled, but he didn’t take them off because he *knew* how much they turned you on, for a reason he’d never understand.
When you were ready, Dean hissed through his teeth as you began to set a steady pace as you bounced on his cock, squeezing your ass in his hands as he thrust up to meet your hips.
He pounded up into you deeply, feeling how extremely desperate he was in the way he throbbed inside of you, making your pussy squeeze around him every time. Dean leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your already fucked out eyes with his own lust blown pupils.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good, sweetheart. You’ll have me leaking out of you for days.” He groaned deeply, delivering a particularly hard thrust into you.
His pace was relentless and every thought you previously had was now gone. You were slurring out mumbled sentences that made no sense, the pure pleasure overwhelmed you as you approached your second orgasm already.
“G- Gonna come Dean, p- please, I- I need to-“ You cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders in a poor attempt to try ground yourself. He hummed and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips. “I know, baby. I’m gonna come too. Need to spill inside of you.” He groaned.
It wasn’t along until he twitched inside of you, his load shooting into you in hot spurts. Your own orgasm was triggered from the way he filled you up, making you clench down onto his length, squeezing out every last drop from him.
You whined as he pulled out of you, his cum leaking from your pussy. “Fuckin’ filthy girl. Can’t even keep my load in.” Dean growled, collecting the cum that was dripping down your inner thighs with two fingers and pushing it back inside of you.
You collapsed onto his chest, feeling stuffed and sensitive. Dean dragged his fingers through your hair, waiting for you to catch your breath and collect yourself after the heated moment.
“I’ll have to start wearing the glasses more if they got you acting like that, hmm?” He teased, watching how you buried your flushed face into his shoulder to hide yourself.
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a/n: lowkey i was falling asleep writing this, so the ending is kinda rushed lol i hope you cant notice. im going to sleep the second after i post this.
Setting: Supernatural, Season 2 (set shortly after “Born Under a Bad Sign”)
Tones: ☑ Fluff ☑ Domestic Love (as domestic as hunters get) ☑ Pre-established Relationship ☑ Found Family Vibes ☑ Lovesick!Dean who tries so hard to be cool ☑ Reader overhears how gone he is for her and melts
Synopsis:
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When Dean brings Y/N to the Roadhouse for the first time, it’s just supposed to be a pitstop. A beer, a burger, maybe a tip on the next hunt. But Ellen’s no fool, and Ash doesn’t miss much either—and neither of them can help but notice the way Dean’s entire world shifts a little when Y/N walks in the room. He’s trying to be cool. Chill. The guy. But when the woman you love knows how to stitch a wound, kill a wendigo, and laugh at your worst jokes? Well, you’re gonna talk about her. A lot. Y/N overhears every soft confession, every bashful brag. And when Dean finds out? Let’s just say… the flustered hunter is real.
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“Ain’t Nothing Subtle ‘Bout the Way He Loves Her”
The sun was dying slow and gold behind the Colorado hills when the Impala pulled up outside the Roadhouse. Dust rose soft around her tires like the place itself was exhaling—welcoming, wary, watching. It was the kind of spot that made your boots feel heavier and your shoulders feel lighter, if you knew what to do with a whiskey and had something worth bleeding for.
Dean popped the driver’s door, stepping out with his usual lean-and-stretch maneuver. The leather jacket creaked, the air smelled like beer, old pine, and maybe a dash of demon stink from some nearby town they’d just cleared out. But for once, his muscles weren’t tight with mission or guilt. Instead, his eyes flicked to the passenger door where she sat, legs tucked under her, hair wild from the wind.
“Y’ready for the madness?” he grinned, cocking a brow.
Y/N stepped out, slamming the heavy door closed behind her. “Please. I’ve seen you try to eat gas station sushi. I think I can handle your friends.”
Dean laughed—full and unguarded, the kind of laugh that made him look five years younger and a little more like the boy his mom remembered.
Inside, the Roadhouse was alive with the usual hum. Darts clinked. Glasses thudded. Ash’s ridiculous hair bobbed behind the bar as he scrolled something on his ancient laptop. Ellen looked up from a rag she was wringing out, sharp eyes landing on Dean. Then on the woman walking in beside him.
And like a switch flipped, her entire face changed.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Ellen said, a grin crawling slow across her face. “Dean Winchester, bringing a date into my bar?”
Dean instantly stiffened. “She’s not a date, she’s—”
Y/N was already giggling. “Don’t worry, Ellen. I know how hopeless he is with labels.”
That got a laugh from Jo, who popped out from the back room like she’d been waiting for the curtain to rise. “He’s definitely hopeless, alright.”
Dean groaned. “Great. A tag team.”
But Ellen wasn’t done. She came around the bar and sized Y/N up like a general inspecting a new recruit. Her eyes were sharp, measuring—but kind beneath it all. “You hunt?”
Y/N nodded. “My dad started me off with salt rounds and silver before I was potty trained.”
That got Ellen’s respect. She reached out to shake her hand.
Dean, behind them, tried so hard to play it cool. Just nods, casual, stoic. But his eyes betrayed him. Every second, he was checking Y/N’s face. Watching her reaction. Smiling like he’d swallowed the goddamn sun.
And Ellen saw it. Oh, she saw it.
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An hour in and Dean had loosened up. The gang had made room at their usual table, drinks flowing, stories flying. Jo was trying to one-up Y/N with old salt-burn tales. Ash was explaining the finer points of demon detection with his “genius-level IQ,” which basically meant “I drink beer and hack things.”
And Dean?
Dean was floating. One arm over the back of Y/N’s chair, one leg half tangled with hers. He wasn’t even subtle. Whenever she laughed at something Jo said, he grinned like he’d won a war. Every time she reached for her beer, he was already sliding it closer.
Ellen stood at the bar, arms folded, watching the whole damn thing like it was a soap opera.
“You ever seen him like this?” she asked quietly to Ash.
Ash didn’t even look up from his screen. “Never. Dude’s whipped.”
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Later, Y/N excused herself to the bathroom, and Dean got up to grab her another drink—leaving her jacket slung over the chair.
That’s when Ellen made her move.
“You got it bad,” she said, flat-out, wiping down the bar in slow circles.
Dean raised a brow. “What?”
She stared him down like a seasoned gunslinger. “Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. You’ve been grinning like an idiot all night. The only time you looked away from her was when you were blinking.”
Dean scoffed, scratched the back of his neck. “She’s cool. That’s all.”
Ellen leaned in. “You called her your girl three times already. And just now? You ordered her drink before she even asked. You don’t do that unless you’ve memorized someone’s whole damn soul.”
Dean blushed.
Actually blushed.
“Oh, man,” Ash mumbled from the end of the bar. “It’s terminal.”
Dean shot him a look. “Bite me.”
But Ellen smiled—soft now, not teasing. Just… knowing.
“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?” she asked.
Dean looked down at the bar top, swirling the condensation off his beer bottle with one finger.
“Yeah,” he said. “She does.”
And like some cheesy fate-orchestrated moment from a movie?
Y/N had walked up just in time to hear that.
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He didn’t notice right away.
Not until she kissed his cheek when he handed her the beer, still warm from the bottle but even warmer from her lips.
He blinked. “What was that for?”
Y/N just smiled, coy. “Just… felt like it.”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “What’d I miss?”
Ellen chuckled under her breath.
Y/N leaned closer, her voice low and honey-smooth: “Nothing, baby. Just glad to be here.”
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Outside, later that night, Dean had her pressed against the Impala, arms on either side, breath puffing warm in the chill.
“You heard me, didn’t you?” he muttered.
Y/N tilted her head. “Heard what?”
Dean groaned. “You know what.”
She laughed. “That you memorized my whole damn soul?”
Dean groaned louder, forehead thumping to her shoulder. “God, kill me now.”
But she pulled him in tighter, fingers sliding into the back of his hair.
“Not a chance,” she whispered. “I kinda like lovesick Dean.”
Dean grumbled against her neck. “I’m not lovesick.”
“Mm-hmm,” she teased. “Tell that to the three different people you told I’m the best shot you’ve ever seen."
“I stand by that.”
“And that I make better pie than you.”
“Lies. Slander. I was drunk.”
“And that you’d give up the Impala if it meant keeping me safe.” Dean stilled. Pulled back, looked into her eyes.
“I meant that one,” he said, voice low.
Her breath caught. “Dean…”
He leaned in. Kissed her soft. Then whispered against her lips, “Ain’t nothing subtle about the way I love you, sweetheart.”
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Author’s Note:
Thank you for reading, you sinfully sweet sugar demons! If you ever wondered what it would look like if Dean tried not to be totally whipped in public and failed? This is it. Thank you for loving these soft moments with me, for believing in the kind of peace a hunter might dare to touch. Until next time, keep the pie warm and the Impala fuelled.
Summary: A long drive with Dean, and an even longer night. Maybe this is more than just sex.
Warnings: Smut, Sex with someone else in the room (not really dwelled on), feelings?!!
[Asked to tag: @bitchykittenconnoisseur | @fertilise-me // Just reply/message for a tag!]
A necklace. A goddamn stupid necklace.
He didn't know what he was thinking. No- he knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking he wanted you to carry a piece of him around. Wanted you thinking of him even when he wasn't there.
Why? He had no idea. Your arrangement was clear- you weren't supposed to go seek each other out, weren't supposed to be thinking about each other when you were apart. It was just easy, fucking incredible, sex.
So why could he not stop his heart pounding as he pulled up to your location, desperate to see if you were still wearing it. Had you put it on just for him? Did you even still have it? He could barely even focus on the road ahead as his thoughts swirled.
And then there you were, waving your small little wave to the car. He let his eyes wash over you, seeking out your neck. Instead he only found layers, a flannel shirt buttoned up high enough to keep out the cold, and his prying eyes. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his thoughts. Okay- so he wouldn't know if you were still wearing it- what did it matter? It was just a necklace. A goddamn stupid necklace.
You leant down as the car pulled up, looking into the open passenger window at Sam, "You boys got any space for a hitchhiker?"
Sam smiled, opening up the door and climbing out, pulling you into a hug quickly, "How've you been?" He stepped back again.
"Good, same old- trying not to die." You laughed. It'd been a while since you'd seen him, the last time you were face to face you had just got them out of an interrogation, and possibly even a prison sentence. Of course, you'd seen Dean more recently, but it was still too long, the time between meetings feeling more and more like a countdown until the next one.
He opened up the passenger door to you, trying to seem gentlemanly, but of course you knew his true motive.
"You gonna sleep in the back the whole journey?"
He laughed slightly, caught, "Not the whole time- but yeah- maybe a bit."
You shook your head with a smile as you walked past him, shuffling into the passenger seat. Dean looked over at you, a smile plastered across his face, "Hey, you."
"Hey." You smiled back.
He set off again, all three of you relaxing back into your respective seats.
You drove in silence for a long while, Dean's eyes fixed on the road as Sam settled into tentative sleep. You looked out the window, watching the day go by.
After an hour, Dean finally broke the silence.
"You've got a cut." He pointed towards his own temple, indicating where he was looking.
You instinctively reached out to touch your own head, feeling for the graze you knew was there, "Yeah, a ghost- last week- tricky sunuvabitch."
"Should've called us." He smiled, looking back towards the road.
"It was a simple job, just caught me off guard for a second." You pulled your had away from the cut, it was practically healed now, barely visible.
"Still... you never know when you might need a bit of help." He swallowed hard.
"I'll remember that next time."
"Put some music on," he reached out, placing his hand on your thigh- casual, unexpectant, "There's some Kansas in there, I know you like them."
You leant forward, making note of the way his hand felt against your leg, like it was just meant to be there, as you flicked through his music, eventually settling on his recommendation.
"How do you know what music I like?"
"You remember that hunt last year, down near Jackson?"
You looked over at him, confused, unable to place his memory.
He looked back towards you, "You know, crazy demon, couple of murders, we all just happened to end up there chasing the same thing?"
You laughed, "Dean that could be any hunt we've done together!"
He looked at Sam in the rearview mirror, watching his deep breathing, eyes closed, judging that he actually was asleep, "The first time I came inside you?"
"Oh-"
That you weren't going to forget in a hurry. He'd known you were on birth control from the beginning, but still made sure to pull out, half because he enjoyed seeing his cum covering you, and half because he always felt like he was playing with fire not using a rubber. But when you'd found yourself in a restroom stall in a shithole bar after the hunt, he couldn't help himself. Watching your body move as you rode him, he started to come before he'd even realized it, spilling into you deep. You hadn't faltered for a second, riding out his climax, his cum dripping out of you around his cock. After that he was a lot less careful.
"-yeah, I remember."
"Well after we- y'know- you went back up to the bar for another drink and when you came back The Wall was playing, and you had this smile on your face and you were humming along- don't think you even realized you were."
You both let the music wash over you, occasional glances over to each other in the otherwise silence. Dean kept his hand on your leg, unmoving. You half expected him to make a pass at you, run it up your leg, push it under your waistband. You'd never actually had sex while he was driving, but you wouldn't put it past him to try. But instead he kept it steady, relaxed.
It took most of the album for him to speak up again.
"How's home?"
Dean didn't even really know what home was for you. He knew you had an apartment, that he'd never seen, friends, that he'd never met. It almost felt prying to ask, but you'd never been secret about your life. He realized maybe he knew so little distinctly because he never asked.
"Home's good. Haven't seen much of it lately, been all over the place the last few months." You sighed, smiling only slightly, "My friend, Jen, she's trying to set me up with her brother."
Dean flexed his hand but kept it steady on your leg, "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah- I've known her since I was a kid, and I had the biggest crush on him when I was like 12 years old- you know, older brother of the best friend, scandalous- and apparently he's been single for a while so..." You trailed off, cautious that he wasn't showing any kind of reaction.
A moment passed and then he looked at you, pulling his face into a smile, "Go on.'
"So yeah- she wants us to go out on a date next week."
"Are you going to?"
"I don't know, no one back home really knows what I do, not really, they just know I'm away all the time on work- it's not that easy to explain. I don't know if I'd ever want to date someone who I have to hide this part of myself from."
"You like him though?"
"Haven't seen him in a couple years, he was hot the last time we met." You laughed, trying to keep it light.
"You should do it." Dean smiled at you again before turning back, his face falling flat. The irony of his hand on your leg while he urged you to date another man was not lost on you.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
Why not was a big question. Because you worked all the time? Because you hadn't slept in your own bed for almost two weeks? Because you hunted ghosts and demons and vampires for a living?
Because his hand was still resting on your thigh. Because from the moment he'd put it there you'd felt your body tingling with bliss. Because you never wanted him to let go.
And he didn't. Not for the whole journey, only moving it momentarily when he had to focus on driving, and then it would be back, comfortable and familiar. No matter what you talked about- home, the burger you'd tried last week, that time he slipped in the shower- he kept his hand there throughout. Eventually you moved your hand down, inching it slowly towards his over the course of another cassette, until your fingers were interlocked with his. Neither of you said anything about it, allowing it to just be.
Dusk started to set in before you knew it, a whole days drive speeding by as you spoke.
Dean pulled his hand away quickly as his front tyre hit a pothole, grabbing the wheel as he steered the car away from it. You heard movement from the back seat, turning to see Sam rustling awake. Dean kept his hand on the wheel.
You turned around, looking back at the younger brother, "Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Jesus, was I out that whole time? Pull over I'll drive through the night." He looked over to Dean.
He looked back at Sam and then at you, "Nah, let's get a motel, I need an actual bed."
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Sam put the key in the lock, pushing open the door with a solid shove to reveal two single beds.
"Right, how do you expect us to do this then?" Dean sighed, looking over at his brother.
"I'm not getting two rooms when we're only here for one night." He rolled his eyes, "Didn't think you two would exactly be shy about sharing a bed!"
You and Dean looked at each other awkwardly. Yes you'd shared a bed before, but that was normally when you were too sexed out to move, not an actual decision you'd made. It felt odd to actually choose to fall asleep together.
"Yeah," you looked between them, "'Course."
Sam stopped you before walking into the room, "And if you even think about having sex while I'm asleep-"
Dean laughed, "I'm hurt, Sam, we never would!" He wiggled his eyebrows over at you, obvious.
Of course it crossed both of your minds, you hadn't seen each other since the strip club and Dean was desperate for a repeat of your last meeting. But as you both looked towards the beds the same thought overtook everything else- you were exhausted. The early morning, the long drive, the weeks spent without each other- you just wanted to sleep.
You all shuffled in, Dean immediately making his way towards the bed, Sam taking a moment to get himself ready. You took the opportunity to have a shower, washing off the grime from the drive, and all the other motels you'd seen this week.
By the time you were done, pulling on only a bra and panties, the room was dark, both men in their own beds, breathing deep. You crept your way across the room, slipping under the covers next to Dean.
For a moment you both lay there, looking up at the ceiling, stiff. And then he leant over, wrapping his arms around you, dragging you towards him. Without a word he pressed himself against your back, one hand resting on your hip, his face pushed into the crook of your neck. His other hand inched up your body, up your stomach- light- over your breasts- hesitant- and eventually reaching your neck. There, he found your necklace, tracing his finger down it until he reached the pendant, holding it tight. He breathed you in, his body relaxing around you, the tension leaving his shoulders.
Your necklace. His necklace.
Of course you were wearing it. You hadn't taken it off since he'd given it to you.
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He kept his arms around you all night. Any time you rolled too far away there he'd be, enveloping you again, warm against you as he drifted back to sleep. His arms were heavy, a weighted blanket, comforting you.
By the time the sun's rays were just starting to break into the room, you had both slept better than you had in a very long time, your bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces. He was fully wrapped around you now, your legs entangled, your head on his bare chest, rising and falling in time with his breathing. You felt his heart pounding in your ears as you woke up, shuffling slightly in the early morning light.
He felt you moving, and without even opening his eyes he started to trace his hands over your body. Small movements, a circle of his fingers against your back, his other hand feeling it's way along your side. He wasn't rough, wasn't grabbing at you, he simply wanted to feel you, to know you were there.
It took a while for you to both wake up enough to really remember where you were, why you were there. You let your eyes flutter open in the dim light, looking around the room to take it in properly. You looked over at Sam, still out cold on the other bed.
Dean planted a small kiss on your forehead, still half asleep, dragging you back towards him, laying your body half on top of his. From this angle you could feel the hardness between his legs; you didn't even know if he was aware of it in his drowsy state.
But then he lifted his leg up, pressing it between your thighs, his knee finding it's place against the thin fabric of your underwear. You pushed against it only slightly, affirming his advances, and felt him let out a deep breath against your hair in response.
You reached down slowly, your hand finding his already hard cock, palming him gently through his boxers. His grip on you tightened, the movement of his hands on the base of your back still gentle, little circles, prompting you to continue. You reached below his waistband, hearing him suck in a small breath as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, begining to stroke him slowly, feeling his breath straining, his heart pounding faster in your ears.
You bucked your hips only slightly, rubbing yourself against his leg, your clit grinding against him. You wrapped your legs around him tighter, seeking friction as you moved, your hand still lazily stroking his length.
He got the message, pulling his leg away from you and replacing it with his hand, rubbing against your clit gently through your underwear. You held back a moan, your movements on his cock speeding up as he fulfilled your need for pleasure.
He pulled your underwear to one side, pushing his fingers through your folds achingly slowly, enjoying feeling how wet you already were for him. He glided his digits against you, your grip on his cock tightening, finding your clit and pushing his knuckle against it. You sucked in a breath, the feeling of him pressed against you once again causing your hips to grind against him.
He replaced his knuckle with his thumb as he hooked his fingers down, pushing into you slowly, filling you up inch by inch as he felt your walls constrict around him. Then he began to thrust them, only slightly, pushing into you over and over as you writhed below him.
Your own pressure on his cock didn't let up, even as you felt yourself becoming undone on his fingers, speeding up your movements over his length, your thumb occasionally gliding across it's head, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Both of you silently massaging each other, your bodies moving in time.
You heard a rustle of fabric from across the room, both of you stopping your movements as you looked over towards Sam. He turned towards you both, eyes still shut in the dim light of morning. You both held your breath as you watched him, before he began to breathe deeply again, a snore caught in his throat.
Dean pulled his fingers out of you, pushing your hand off his own cock as he leant over to pull your panties down your legs as you pulled his own underwear down. Without a pause he wrapped his hands back around your waist, pulling you onto him quickly, your entrance resting above his groin. He pushed you down slowly, his cock stretching you out as you sunk down onto him, biting your lip to hold back a moan.
You rocked yourself gently on him, your movements slow as you tried to keep as quiet as you could. He smiled up at you, his hands still resting on your hips as he guided your rhythm, keeping you unrushed. You rubbed your hands over his chest, holding his shoulders as you tried to speed up your movements. He kept his grip firm, not allowing your pace to change, wanting to draw out both your pleasure for as long as he could.
You watched as he rolled his head back, eyes shutting as he swallowed hard. He allowed himself to focus on everything he was feeling, every inch of your walls around his cock, slick and desperate for him. He held back a groan in his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he tensed his jaw shut.
And then he opened his eyes again, taking you in, dragging them eyes across your body. He watched the way you moved above him, your back arched, tits bouncing in time with your motions. And your necklace, still wrapped around your neck, dangling in front of you every time you leant forward, flush against your skin every time you leant back. He stayed fixated on it, watching as the chain glittered in the light, loving the way it looked against your body. He traced a finger across your chest, delicate, tender.
He looked back up to your face to see you staring back at him, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you tried to hold back a moan, feeling like you were being split in two by his cock. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with you stretched out on top of him like this, and he moved his hands back to your hips as he took hold of you again.
He flipped your positions over, still buried inside of you, pinning you down to the bed. He kept himself hovering against you as he pushed himself in deep, fully inside you as he sped up his thrusting, pushing you to your limit.
He let himself look over you again, memorizing every part of your face. The way your eyes fluttered shut, the way your lips parted as you let out a small gasp, the small cut on your temple that he only saw because he'd spent so much time watching you.
He leant down to kiss you, feeling your lips pressed softly against his. You opened your eyes again to look up at him as he cupped your cheek, holding you close.
He sped up his movements as you arched your back for him, pushing yourself closer to him, letting him fill you completely. You wrapped your hands around him, nails dragging down his back as you felt yourself edging closer to release.
With a hard final thrust you came hard, lifting your body off the bed to press against him, feeling the pleasure flood your body. You let your eyes close again, rolling your head back and biting your lip to hold back a moan. You dug your nails into his skin, burning your orgasm into him.
He couldn't last any longer, holding himself back to let you ride out your orgasm he started to come just as your body fell limp against the bed. He pulled out quickly, his cum shooting out of him and across the bottom of your stomach, a small grunt escaping his lips.
He rolled off of you, both of you panting quietly. His finger found your body again, drawing a small line across your ribs and up to your neck tentatively. You looked over to Sam, still sound asleep in his own bed, none the wiser.
You pulled yourself off of the bed, walking towards the bathroom as Dean watched you go, tilting his head slightly to get a better view of your ass. You turned back as he reached down towards your panties, throwing them back over to you across the room. You caught them easily, shooting him a silent wink. You entered the bathroom, wiping your stomach down with a damp cloth and pulling your underwear back on, trying to make yourself look somewhat presentable.
Once you came back in Dean was back in his underwear, a shirt pulled on, resting gently. He looked up at you as you walked over, opening himself up for you to slip back between his arms, wrapping them around you again. He held you close, face pressed against the back of your head, breathing you in as he let his himself drift back to the edge of sleep.
Sam's movements awoke you both again, both of you watching carefully as he stood and made his way to the bathroom, taking a moment to wash his face and brush his teeth. Dean held onto you tighter, wanting to stave off the moment he'd have to let you go. When Sam walked back in, toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth, Dean squeezed you again one last time, his fingers pressed against your skin, feeling you against him.
"You two ready to get up yet?" Sam looked over at you both, unaware of how long you'd been awake.
Dean unraveled himself from you, willing himself to slide out of the bed into the cold room. You laid there for a moment more, savouring the final seconds of your night, before climbing out yourself.
You walked over to your bag, not caring about either of the brothers seeing you in your underwear- knowing Dean had seen that and more dozens of times before, and that Sam wouldn't even think to look. Or so you thought- as you walked across the room you caught him following you with his eyes, looking back over to Dean with a smile plastered on his face. You spun back around to see them having a silent conversation with their eyes, Dean's jaw tight and rigid.
"What's going on?" You looked between them expectantly.
Dean's eyes grew darker as he bore into his brother.
Sam looked at you, dropping his smile, "Uh- you're pretty hot Y/N, I can see why Dean's so smitten."
Dean's face softened, obviously satisfied with his answer, as he picked up his own stuff, making his way into the bathroom.
As you pulled on your jeans, hearing the sound of the shower turning on, Sam's answer nawed at you, as did Dean's expression. You waited a few minutes, thinking it through, before speaking up again.
"Seriously, what was that about?"
Sam looked up at you surprised, trying to keep his face straight, "Don't worry- I'm not gonna try anything- I know you're his girl."
His girl.
His face twitched slightly, eyes shifting awkwardly.
You weren't satisfied with his explanation, "You're not a very good liar, Sam, seriously what were you looking at?"
He broke his eyes away from you for a moment, contemplating, and then looked back at you, a serious expression on his face.
"You know he kept that necklace next to his bed for three weeks before he gave it to you?"
You hand reached up instinctively to the star pendant around your neck, your thumb rubbing over it nervously, "I- no. I didn't."
"He almost didn't give it to you, I think he got in his head about it- he'd never say it but I reckon he's glad you're wearing it today."
You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.
He continued, "Look, I know what you two have is private, and god knows I don't want to know anything more than what I already do," he screwed his face up, trying not to dwell on how much he already knew about your sex life, "but you ought to know Dean cares about you more than he lets on. And, if you don't mind me saying, I see how you look at him when he's not paying attention."
You fidgeted with the pendant nervously, "I don't know what you mean."
"That's fine, like I said it's not my business- it's just something to think about, alright?"
You nodded. Of course you knew what he was talking about. He knew, you knew. But he was satisfied with a nod.
You both finished getting ready in silence as you heard the shower drone on in the bathroom. Before you knew it Dean had shut it back off, walking back into the room with a towel hanging low around his waist, chest glistening with water droplets.
Sam looked between you both, the tension obvious.
"Jesus can you two keep it in your pants for one night." He stood up, pulling his shoes on, "I'm not getting in a car with you if you're gonna be like this- I'm giving you one hour to get it out your system!"
You looked at Dean's gorgeous body, eyeing him over, before turning back to Sam with a grin, "Can you make it two?"
Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!
A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)
B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)
C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)
D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)
E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)
F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)
G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)
H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)
I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)
J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)
K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)
L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)
M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)
P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)
Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)
R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)
S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)
T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…)
U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)
V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)
W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)
X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)
Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)
Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)
i just wanted to pop in and say thank you for the continued love on this blog. i see everyone still liking and sharing my stories and I'm so glad y'all still like my work all these years later.
i do still use tumblr but its not really on the fandom side anymore. i have a different account just for 18+ spicy purposes 🤭 i do still read some fanfic and i send it to myself on this account so i apologize if i spam rq on here.
i would love to reconnect with some mutuals on here so if you see this feel free to reach out!
summary: the two of you were just best friends, right? but then why did jo want to kiss you every time she saw you?
pairings: bi! jo harvelle x bi! reader, jo harvelle x fem!reader, mentioned prev dean x reader, slight implied deanjoノ wc: 4.4k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', best friends to lovers, jealousy, making out, smut, lots of praise, oral (both receiving), fingering, slightly dom!reader and sub!jo, pet names (baby, honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby girl)<- mostly used by reader, title is a lyric from naked in manhattan by chappell roan which the fic is loosely based on, kinda edited; all mistakes my own
a/n: its a crime that there isn't more gay fics for jo so here i am doing my due diligence and providing you guys some jo smut for all of my bi girlies (gn) and lesbians that love jo lol also idk how not yap in my fics lmao but enjoy!
jo harvelle masterlist
JO WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING WITH A GIRL.
More specifically, she wanted to know what it would be like to be with her best friend, you. It was a thought that always crossed her mind, even when she was younger, and the two of you were messing around in her room, giggling at something you guys were reading in a magazine.
You were her best friend ever since her father died, and your parents had shown up at the Roadhouse to offer their condolences to Ellen when they heard the news. You were a bit older than her but shot her a kind smile that made her stomach flip when you told her that you liked her Sleeping Beauty shirt.
You practically grew up with Jo and Ellen, and your parents would leave you with her as they went on hunts, so the two of you stuck by each other like glue. Ellen called the pair of you “two peas in a pod.”
Jo loved how quick-witted you were and how willing you were to teach her about hunting (even if her mom hated that your parents started taking you on hunts when you were just sixteen). But she saw less of you as you went on hunts with your parents before you started to go on your hunts after they had retired.
You would stop by the Roadhouse occasionally when you could or when you were passing by, never failing to fill Jo in on the hunts you went on or which monsters you had killed in the time that you hadn’t seen her or Ellen.
She remembers the time right before you stopped coming by as often, telling her how you lost your virginity to this guy named Dean, who had these bright green eyes and plush lips that felt so soft against yours. You mentioned that he was another hunter, and Jo had to bury the little green monster that she felt clawing at her chest as you detailed the experience.
Jo didn’t know why she was jealous that guy got to be your first, but she chalked it up to not having been able to lose her virginity yet since everyone else around her was, including her best friend.
But her jealousy almost always took center stage when you came around the Roadhouse and slept over, telling her about the men and women that you would hook up with on the road. Jo would have a fake smile plastered on her face because, apparently, she was a masochist when it came to you and asked you if you had met someone while on a hunt.
It was only when she saw you flirting with a girl at the bar when you were helping Ellen and Jo out for the night—pouring and serving drinks to the patrons in the Roadhouse.
God, I wish I was her. Jo thought as she saw you send the girl you were flirting with a sultry smile before the realization hit her like a bolt of lighting,
Jo knew that she liked men. She just didn’t realize that she also liked women until she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s waist, sending Jo a wink before the two of you sauntered out of the place once it was closing time.
Now, it had been a couple of months since she had seen you, and the Winchesters were like a tornado, storming into the Roadhouse and effectively taking you off of her mind. Jo thought she was getting somewhere with Dean even though something about him seemed familiar to her, but she ignored it as she talked to him and refilled his whiskey.
The door opened to the Roadhouse, and Jo didn’t look up from wiping down the bar, but Dean did, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you walk through the entrance.
“Well, I’ll be damned, Winchester, didn’t think you knew this place.” You smirked at the sight of the Winchester brothers as you walked over to the bar.
Jo’s eyes snapped up from what she was doing, her gaze trained on you as you gave Sam a quick side hug as a greeting.
Dean grabbed your waist and tucked you into his side. “It’s a small world for us hunters isn’t it?.” Dean joked as he squeezed your arm. “The only reason we come back is because the service is great here.” Dean winked at Jo.
Jo’s eyes were lasered in on Dean’s arm around you. The familiarity of the gesture wasn’t lost on her.
You chuckled at Dean’s words.“ You aren’t wrong there Dean.”
You turned to face your best friend. “Hi Joey!” You greeted Jo with a bright smile.
“You know the Winchesters?” Jo asked instead of saying hi back to you.
You nodded, noting the bluntness of her tone, but you would talk to her later. “Yep, ran into Dean a long time ago, but ran into these two on that hunt with the revenant I told you about a while back.”
Something clicked in Jo’s brain. This was the Dean that had taken your virginity all those years ago. The same Dean she thought she was interested in. Fuck. Of course, out of all people, it had to be him. God must hate me. She thought as she swallowed hard.
“Ah, I remember now.” She sent you a tight smile. “Did you want your usual?”
You looked down at your watch. “Not all that into day drinking, I’ll take a root beer though.”
Jo nodded and went to the mini fridge below the bar to grab the root beer that you only drank when you weren’t feeling up to alcohol. She ignored the rush of relief that went through her when you finally pulled away from Dean’s side as you sat on the barstool in between Sam and Dean. Jo also ignored how her heart rate picked up when your fingers brushed against hers as she handed you your drink.
The four of you fell into a conversation, but Jo barely participated. Witnessing the rapport between you and the Winchesters made her skin crawl as comfortable exchanges of touches between you and Dean made her burn with jealousy. Jealous of who? Jo could barely tell anymore.
Sam noticed how quiet Jo was and how she was staring intently at you and Dean. He didn’t know what her problem was today. Still, regardless of her sudden silence, he tried to involve her in the conversation as best he could. Still, she gave short answers, which made you raise an eyebrow at her.
But before you could question her attitude, customers started to file in, and the evening rush began for the Roadhouse. You decided to help out, hopping behind the bar and making drinks for the boys and other patrons. You had tried to talk to Jo in between serving and making drinks, but she managed to avoid you by going around, taking orders, and going to the kitchen.
You huffed but let it go, figuring that something else earlier in the day had set her off. Sam and Dean left right before closing, promising you that they would text you if they needed help on their next hunt. Soon after they left, you made the last call before the Roadhouse closed.
Once everything was cleaned up, Jo was nowhere to be seen, and you sighed. That girl was moody, and you were going to find out why.
You quickly made your way to Jo’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, already dressed for bed and beginning to pull her hair up.
“So, are you going to tell me what crawled up your ass and died?” You asked Jo as you leaned against her door frame.
You heard her scoff. “It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like “nothing”.” You kicked off of her door frame, toeing your boots off before walking further into her room and sitting on her bed. “Come on Jo, talk to me! You barely spoke to me today.”
Jo said your name tiredly. “It’s just been a long day.”
“Then it’s the perfect time to talk about it.”
“I’d rather not right now.” Jo’s words came out clipped as she stood up from her vanity, aiming to go to the other side of her room to pull out socks from her dresser.
But before she could, you grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. You stood up from the bed and tried to meet her eyes.
“Jo, please, talk to me.” You pleaded softly. You could tell something was bothering her, and you just wanted to know what it was. “Is it because I didn’t check for a while?”
She shook her head, looking away from you. Jo debated on what to tell you. “Why didn’t you tell me that Dean Winchester was the guy that took your virginity?”
“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other until today. Besides, why does that matter? That happened so long ago.”
Jo couldn’t look at you, biting her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit to anything she wasn’t ready to face head-on. She ripped her wrist from your grip.
“I told you it’s nothing. Can you just leave it?” Jo went back on her path towards her dresser, but you blocked her from even taking a step.
“No, because I’m trying to talk to my best friend but she won’t even give me the time of day right now.”
“And that’s my problem!” Jo’s outburst shocked you, your stomach dropping to your ass.
A tense silence settled between you and her.
“What do you mean?” You whispered.
Jo sighed. “You’ve always been my best friend. But seeing you with Dean today, set me off.”
“I-i do you like Dean? Is that why you’ve been acting short with me?” You swallowed thickly.
You’ve always liked Jo ever since you realized that you like both girls and boys but kept that hidden from her—never once getting the vibe that she swung both ways. You liked Dean, but he was like your best friend, and you both had agreed that the first time was fun, but that time would be the only time the two of you would hook up.
“No. I don’t think I do. All I know is that I was jealous that Dean got to have you and I-” Jo shut her mouth before she admitted her feelings for you. But the damage was already done.
“And you what?” Your heart started to pound in your chest. “You cannot leave me hanging here Jo.”
Jo bit her bottom lip, your gaze straying to her lips before you met her brown eyes once more.
“I wished that I could have you in the same way Dean did.” Jo’s words were quiet, but they sounded deafening to your ears.
You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. “You could, you know?”
“What?” Jo’s head was spinning at your words but also at the sight of the sly smile on your face. Her breath hitched as you stepped closer to her, your warm hands landing on her waist.
“I’ve liked you for a long time Jo. If you wanted to sleep with me, you could have just asked, you know?”
Jo’s heart felt like it could escape from out of her chest cavity. “I like you too. I wasn’t sure if it was in a friendly way or not.”
You smiled at her as you leaned closer to Jo. “Well I’m glad it isn’t. Can I kiss you pretty girl?” Your breath was fanning over her lips, rubbing your nose against her as you saw her pretty brown eyes flutter.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and filled with want.
You wasted no time pressing your lips against Jo’s. Her lips were so soft and pliant as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but push your lips against hers harder, pouring all of the years of secret yearning into it.
Jo moaned against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as you pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of her bed. Jo fell backward, breaking the kiss the two of you were sharing. She shuddered at the sight of your dark eyes, filled with desire, as you drank in the sight of her slightly swollen lips.
Jo was dressed in some pajama shorts with a tight, long-sleeve shirt, and you could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples showing through the thin fabric. You internally groaned at the sight, but you crawled on top of the bed, making her crawl up it until her head hit her pillows.
You hovered over her, cupping Jo’s face with one of your hands as you took in how the warm lighting from her lamp highlighted her features. “You’re so pretty.” You breathed out.
Jo blushed at your praise, making you grin at the sight of her reddening cheeks. You leaned down and kissed her again—wanting to feel her soft lips against yours once more. Her kisses were addictive, and you were so sure that the taste of her would have you hooked on her indefinitely.
You took the lead, swiping your tongue at the seam of Jo’s lips and groaning softly when you felt her tongue shyly dance with yours. Shit, she was so sweet, and you were going to have fun with her.
Your free hand started to roam, cupping her breast through her shirt, squeezing it slightly. She let out the cutest squeak against your mouth, making you chuckle.
“Is this okay?” You asked when you pulled away from her now swollen lips.
“Yeah.” Jo answered with a small pant to her words.
You ducked your head down, planting small kisses on her jaw before trailing down and nipping at the soft skin of her neck. Jo’s hands grabbed your biceps, squeezing as she let out the softest moan like she was afraid to be loud. The sound sent a wave of arousal through you and made you nip harder at her neck.
“Don’t be afraid to be loud. Wanna hear you, honey.” You murmured into her skin, and you made your way to her collarbone, moving your hand from her breast and pulling the collar of her already low-cut shirt to suck at her chest.
Jo continued to let out breathy moans, but they were louder this time around, and it was like music to your ears. The hand that was on her cheek moved to play with the hem of her shorts, but she grabbed your wrist.
You looked at Jo, pulling away from her chest to look at her, her eyes wide and filled with nerves.
“I-I’ve never been with a girl before.”
Something inside of you purred at her words. This was a little archaic, but you were glad that you were going to be the first girl that she’d have sex with.
“S’fine. Just relax, I’ll take care of you pretty girl.” You promised.
Jo swallowed thickly before nodding. You kissed her softly, your hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. She got the memo and raised her arms up as you took off her shirt, exposing her bare chest to you.
She resisted the urge to hide from your reverent stare. “God, you’re gorgeous Jo. So, so pretty.” You couldn’t help but praise her—pressing soft kisses down her chest and stomach before your lips hit the hem of her shorts.
“Can I take these off?” Your fingers were hooked on the waistband of her shorts.
She nodded again. But you shook your head.
“I need words baby.”
“Yes, you can take them off.” Jo’s words were rushed, clearly eager—any previous shyness dissipated as arousal flooded her veins.
“Good girl.” You said before pulling her shorts, along with her underwear, down her legs, exposing her cunt to the cool air of the room.
“Fuck.” You cursed at the sight of Jo’s bare center. There was a small patch of dark blonde hair at her pubic bone, and it was the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen.
You settled between her open legs, your gaze on Jo’s cunt. Jo saw the hunger in your eyes, and she felt like you could devour her whole. She shivered in anticipation as your hands gripped her thighs.
“Always knew you were going to have a pretty pussy. Bet it looks as good as it tastes.” You pressed teasing kisses to Jo’s inner thighs. She almost squirmed at the feeling—her hands grabbing at her sheets, wanting to feel your mouth on her.
You leaned in closer to her pussy—it was practically glistening in the low light as you blew cool air on it, making Jo’s cunt clench around nothing. You laughed lightly at the small squeak that Jo made. Her hips canted forward—Jo wanted, no, needed to feel your mouth devouring her.
“Did you need something baby?” You looked up from her wet slit to meet the pleading brown gaze of Jo. God, you hadn’t done anything, and she already looked fucked out.
Jo whined. “Please.” She whispered.
“Please what?” You knew you were being a bit mean, teasing her like this but it was too hard not to. “I need to hear you say it baby.”
“Please put your mouth on me.”
You grinned against her inner thigh, planting another kiss there. “My mouth is on you baby. You gotta be more specific.”
Jo almost growled in frustration, her hand moving from the bed to grab the back of your head and shove you closer to her leaking cunt. “Need your mouth on my pussy.”
“Wasn’t that easy?” You said before licking a wide strip from her slit to her clit.
Jo let out a pleasured sigh from the feeling of your tongue finally on her aching cunt. You softly licked at her, swirling your tongue around her sensitive clit before wrapping your lips around it, suckling at the bundle of nerves softly.
Moans left her pretty mouth, her noises spurring you on to continue your mission to get her to come around your mouth. You ate her out messily, uncaring of her slick getting all over your chin and mouth. She tasted so good. A mix of tang and musk flooded your senses as you licked at her slit, your nose buried in the soft hair at the top of her mound.
Your dominant hand left her thigh as you pulled away from her. A little whine left her mouth in the midst of her moans. Your hand made its way to run through her wet fold, slicking up your fingers.
“That feels good honey?” You nipped at her thigh, rubbing at her clit with your slicked-covered fingertips.
“Uh huh.” Jo nodded furiously, her hair mussing up from the action.
You slapped at her clit lightly, making her hip twitch at the sensation. “Words.” You reminded Jo before prodding at her entrance with your middle finger.
“Yes! Feels so good, please.” Jo didn’t know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that she wanted to come.
You didn’t respond, letting your finger slip into her warm pussy and feeling her gummy walls contract around it. Your mouth sealed around her clit again as your finger slowly moved in her. It didn’t take long for Jo’s moans to fill the room again. You could feel your underwear sticking to your absolutely drenched cunt, but you kept your focus on Jo, wanting to wring any and all bit of pleasure out of her.
Your middle finger was soon joined by your ring finger. “S’tight baby. Can barely move my fingers with how hard you’re clenching around them.”
Your words filled Jo’s lower belly with heat as her hips moved in tandem with your fingers, meeting your slow thrusts.
Jo could feel the familiar burn building through her body when she thought of this very moment with her own fingers buried in her pussy alone in her room.
“You’re close aren’t you? Can feel you clench around my fingers, you gonna come for me?” Your fingers found the spongy spot that she could never find herself and made a come hither motion, brushing against the spot each time your fingers moved in and out of her.
Jo’s moans became higher and more frequent, and she was so close to cumming. But she was still missing something, and you could tell. You sealed your lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Jo let out a moan that almost sounded like a wail as she clenched around your fingers, gushing all over them and your face as heat filled her body and stars danced behind her eyes.
You worked her through her orgasm, removing your fingers when her walls stopped clenching around them, and your tongue gently moved through her sensitive folds. You pressed one last kiss to her clit before trailing your lips up her soft skin, hovering over her and petting at her hair.
“There she is.” You said before dipping down and kissing her tenderly. Jo thought it would be weird to taste herself on her lips, but if anything, it spurred her on. She pressed her lips hard against yours as her hands pawed at your shirt, wanting it off. You laughed at her eagerness and broke the kiss to help her take it off.
Soon enough, you found yourself naked and in Jo’s position—on your back as she was hovering over you and squeezing at your breasts as she kissed you. You moaned in her mouth as she pinched at your nipples before she tore her mouth away from you and moved down your neck and chest.
Jo made her way down your body, the lust-fueled confidence slowly ebbing away when she was in between your legs and staring at your bare center. There was a hunger in her brown gaze, but it was overshadowed by nerves and hesitancy.
“Hey.” You called at her softly, sitting up and cupping her face. “Do whatever feels right.”
“But what if-”
“You’ll do fine, baby.” You cut her off. “I’ll guide you if you need it okay?” Your thumb swiped at her cheek before kissing her softly as reassurance.
Jo melted into the kiss before you broke it. You sent her a tender smile before laying back and moving your hands to her hair, pushing the blonde strands out of her face.
Jo took a deep breath before settling in between your legs. She decided to mirror what you did to her, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before reaching your clit and kissing it. A quiet moan left your lips, spurring Jo on.
She pressed a more demanding kiss to your clit before her tongue darted out and licked at it. Another moan left your lips, and Jo decided to go for it, using her tongue to swipe through your slit and taste you fully.
“Ah, doing so well Jo.” You praised as she sucked at your clit, her doe-like eyes looking up at you sent another bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.
You could tell that she was inexperienced with her tongue, but she made up for it in eagerness. Your hands were wound in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp—making her moan against your cunt. The vibrations felt delicious against your cunt, and you couldn’t help but grind against her face.
“Jo baby, use your fingers like I did.” You ordered breathlessly.
Jo complied, bringing her slender fingers to your spit–slicked entrance and slipped one of them in.
“Another one baby, please.” You were wet enough that you didn’t need to be prepped. Jo slipped another one in you, and you sighed at the feeling of being filled by her fingers.
“Okay, use your pretty mouth on my clit and move your fingers like this,” You directed Jo, simulating the motion you did for her.
Jo nodded and started to put your instructions to use. She sucked and licked at your swollen clit and moved her fingers inside of you. You were letting out moans and whines, praises spilling from your lips.
Jo keened at the praise, doubling down on your pussy. Her ministrations were enthusiastic, a little uncoordinated, but it was still bringing you closer to the edge. You would let Jo practice on you whenever she wanted.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
Jo really wanted to make you feel good as you made her feel. She shook her head, moving her fingers faster, brushing against your g-spot.
“Shit! Doing so well f’me baby girl, keep going. So so close.” You moaned out, pushing her face further into your cunt. Jo kept at her pace, feeling your walls clenching and twitching around her fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You came hard around Jo’s fingers and mouth. Jo continued at her pace, working you through your orgasm, and you had to push Jo away from you as she continued to move her fingers inside of you and licking at your pussy, bordering overstimulation.
“Come here.” You beckoned, sitting up and meeting Jo in the middle, pulling her into a filthy kiss.
“Did so well baby girl, haven’t come that hard in a while.” You praised her as you pulled away and caressed her sides.
Jo flushed at your praise and smiled at you. She kissed you again before worry flared up inside of her.
“This isn’t a one time thing for you is it?” Jo asked as she broke the kiss.
You pulled her down to lay beside you. You were facing her, your hand resting on the side of her neck. “No it’s not.” You reassured her. “M’not letting you go now that I have you. Is it for you?”
Jo breathed out a sigh of relief before shaking her head. “No, never was.”
You sent her a dazzling smile, making her heart almost skip a beat. Jo couldn’t help but smile back at you before you kissed her, but the two of you were still smiling so wide that it could barely qualify as a kiss.
The two of you never wanted to leave the blissful bubble of her room. The rest of the night was filled with soft caresses and quiet conversation about your hunts—a warmth settled in both yours and Jo’s chest. Everything felt right. and Jo couldn’t help but think she wanted to stay like this with you forever. Little did she know you were thinking the exact same thing.
Dean and reverse cowgirl. Honestly, he just loves every position. From the back, he gets the view of your ass, he can pull your hair, mark up your neck. What is there not to love about it? He definitely prefers cowgirl, the regular one to reverse. He likes being able to see your facial expressions and how he's making you feel. Almost always, you end up tired and he just pushes you onto your stomach to pound into you from behind.
Dean's back is pressed against the motel bed's headboard, you're sitting on his lap, hips just barely raising up and down. Your head is fuzzy, breath coming out in pants, and unfiltered moans escape from between your lips. You're speaking, unsure of what you're babbling about, your brain can't keep up. The way Dean is just drilling into you, filling you up so nicely. Every once in a while, you slow down to a steady grind, and he slaps your ass, barking at you that he didn't tell you to stop. One of his hands were planted in your hair, wrapping it around his fist to keep your head tilted back. Normally by now, he'd get sick of this and push you onto your stomach already, fucking into you like you know he wants to, but if you hadn't been so bratty, talking back to him, then he'd give you what you want. But now, here you are, unable to keep up, and doing all the work yourself.
Sam Winchester
He likes that he can hold your hips, forcing you to bounce faster, take more of him than in any of the other positions. He definitely prefers this rather than regular cowgirl. He enjoys having more control of where you go when you're on top though, most times when you're under him, he's noticed you move too much, try and squirm away. When you're on top, there's no going anywhere. He's also noticed that you being on top, makes you louder than any other position.
The floor. You're not quite sure how you ended up on the floor, one moment you were both rolling around in bed, and the next you squished between the bed and the wall. One of your hands holds onto the sheet of the bed tightly, some had fallen and were a mess in between you, your other hand was against the wall, nails scraping into it. You're not even doing all the work, or any at all. Sam is so big and so strong, he just grips your hips tightly and forces you up and down. Your moans of his name, and other slurred words echo around the room, bouncing around and taunting you.
Castiel
This is something that hardly ever gets done, you both enjoy just regular cowgirl as well. However it doesn't mean that no one enjoys it. He will always prefer to be on top, even when you're trying something new for the first time, but with cowgirl and reverse, you have to be on top. If he's laying down, he really enjoys the view of you above him though. Mostly when you're on top, you hold his hand, it's just something that's become a tradition in every sexual position really. This is definitely one of those positions where he's like 'use me to get yourself off' kinda thing.
Castiel reclines back on the bed in your room in the bunker. He always is nervous the first time you both try something new. Although it never disappoints, like reverse cowgirl. You love it for some reason, maybe it's because he actually lets you be on top for once. He watches with a lazy grin as you take your time, building up to a steady bounce, or a grind, whatever you need. He doesn't even need to finish to feel good. You lean back, hair dangling over his chest, hands against his lips. His hands find their way to yours, and he connects them, just letting you have your fun, and feel good is all that matters to him.
Standing up
Dean Winchester
He definitely prefers to be in a bed. But if he has to do a quickie, like in the shower in the morning, or maybe at a bar and you're just looking too good to ignore, then yeah, he's gonna have to stand. Typically, this kind of position (if you're in the shower) always starts off with the 'don't you dare get in here dean or I'll kick your ass' and then ends up with his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. If you're in a bar, he won't do that cause he wants to tease you for being so loud in such a public setting. He's dirty like that.
The shower water beats down on you both, it's probably burning hot, but you can't feel it much, his body looms over yours, shielding you from the pelting water. Your hands are pressed against the ceramic tile wall of the motel bathroom. He has a lazy pace for it being a quickie, but you're both exhausted, and starving, and bruised, but so fucking needy for six in the morning. His hand is wrapped around your lips to keep your sounds quiet. He keeps whispering in your ear that Sam and Cas can probably hear you, and it's making you nervous. The bar on the other hand, he's got you leaned against the stall bathroom in the women's restroom (he feels like they're a lot cleaner, and he'd rather have a woman walk in on you than a man). he's got his arms wrapped around you to keep you upright. whispering the dirtiest words ever, fueling your moans.
Sam Winchester
Now this probably doesn't happen unless he thinks you're talking back and testing his patience. If you are, then he'll just flip you over, forcing you between him and the wall. He'll pull your shorts and panties down, just barely enough to slip inside you. Sam spanks you for a bit until your bratty attitude dies down, then he'll press a hand against your mouth to keep you quiet. He doesn't do this unless he knows he's got a lot of time on his hands. It probably happens more often when he's stressed.
You squirm against the wall. You were soaked, practically dripping down your thighs and he hadn't laid a single finger on you yet. Just slap after slap against your ass. You had tried lying, tried to pretend like this isn't exactly what you wanted from him but he knows better than to believe you in moments like this. He knows your apologies are fake, and meant to rile him up even more. One hand presses against the middle of your back, while the other smacks you. It isn't until he's seen your attitude shift, and believes it, does he cover your body whole. He'll bring your hips back a bit to make you bend down a little more, and then slip inside you.
Castiel
Probably only happened maybe once or twice. He feels a lot more comfortable in the bed, but if it's one of those times where you're wanting to try something new, he'll just go along with it. He really is the type of guy to just want to keep you happy. A happy wife is a happy life, a motto he takes to heart. You've tried basically every form of standing up, but if you do it standing, he wants to hold you up. He notices how tired you get from the both of your standing, and as much as he likes it when your legs shake from the pleasure, he doesn't want you to struggle.
It feels good, so fucking good. Your legs won't stop shaking, and you've got your own slick running down your thighs, it's making your head dizzy. You haven't formed a coherent thought or word in probably ten minutes. You whine when Castiel pulls out slowly, hands leaving your hips. He flips you around shortly, shushing your whines and whimpers, before hoisting you up. He doesn't look strong, but he's got that angel strength, it comes in handy more often then not. You just wrap your legs around his waist after you settle into a new position, even though he is tired, he'd do anything to make you cum for him.
Doggy
Dean Winchester
The main position that's best for brats, in his professional opinion. You don't get to touch him, look at him, or do anything without his permission. He really loves it when you've been going at it for a while, and your arms are getting tired, but you're trying to hold yourself up. He also likes when he can pull your hair in this position. Every time your arms wobble or drop the slightest, the tugging on your hair grows tighter and you pain in pain and pleasure. He's a suck bastard who loves to watch you struggle. Only when he knows it's time to get down to business does he push your head and back down to arch into the bed, he picks up his pace then.
Your arms shake, head being forced back, letting out every moan from you. It's loud, it's proud, it's embarrassing. Not to Dean though, every time you try and relax into the mattress, he's tugging on your hair to pull you back up. You're crying from pure frustration. He tugs on your hair more, pulling you up against his chest. He sucks and licks on your neck, leaving behind hickies. He snaps his hips forward, letting you go so you fall against the mattress, slumped. His pace fastens and you bury your head in the sheets. Even when you try and reach back to push him off, for just a break to catch your breath, he grabs both of your wrists and pins them against your back.
Sam Winchester
This one is actually one of his slower positions. He loves pressing kisses all down your spine, whispering against your neck and cheek to make you giggle. He wraps his big palms around your hands, flexing them as he continues to thrust inside you. It's actually really sweet when it does it, nice and slow, just feeling every inch of each other. He's more of a pull you back into his hips rather than thrust into you kind of guy. He loves to watch your ass bounce.
Sam presses hot kisses against your spine, licking all up your neck too. You're both so sweaty and exhausted, but neither of you care, you just need to feel each other. His pace is slow, really making you feel every single inch of him. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together on either side of your head. Every thrust and grind forces moans and whimpers to pass between your lips. He's louder than usual too, the intimacy of the position, the reactions he's drawing out of you fueling him.
Castiel
Opposite to Sam, he's more of a meet you half way with the thrusts. I think some positions confuse him, he'd much rather see your face and how well he's pleasuring you, but you seem to really enjoy this one. He enjoys it because you enjoy it. he finds it extremely endearing when you take matters into your own hands, pushing your hips back to meet his rather than have him do it. Letting him know how good he's making you feel that you just need to do something about, drives him wild.
Laying with your chest against the bed, your ass high in the air, moving yourself back and forth. Castiel's hands were respectfully on your hips, keeping you steady. You weren't moving fast, just really feeling all of him. Only when he noticed you struggling to keep moving, had he stepped in. He kept his hands on your hips, but held it a little tighter. He pushed in and out faster, more of him sliding into you. The sudden pick up of pace made you gasp, clutching onto the sheets to keep you grounded.
Sideways
Dean Winchester
Always the sloppiest sex position. This one lacks a lot of balance in my unprofessional virgin opinion. This one happens really early in the morning. Like if there's a sudden noise from outside like a car horn, or whatever. Just when you both wake up early in the morning. He's got morning wood basically every day. He's grinding himself against your ass, and before you know it you're naked from the waist down, he's got your leg pulled up in the crook of his elbow, his head burrowed into your neck. Fingers probably playing with your boobs, groping them, or on your clit to make you cum faster. This is always super loving and soft.
You weren't even really fully awake, eyes still shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks when you felt his cock press against your ass. He's trying to be subtle and he's failing. His hands, so grabby in the morning. They run up and down your body, awakening the needy beast inside you. It's barely three minutes later when your sleep shorts were pulled down, your panties moved to the side, and his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your moans are breathy and uneven, his head buries in your neck, letting out soft but uncontrolled moans. It's always the perfect way to wake up.
Sam Winchester
I think it's a personal favorite of his. Sometimes it ends with you being flipped onto your back or stomach, but it usually doesn't end sideways if that makes sense. He wraps an arm around your neck, pulling your back to kiss you, and that's so sloppy and hungry. This one is probably about pure need, just being close to each other. Probably started out innocent, like cuddling or reading to him, and then it turns dirty.
Your book is splayed across the bed, practically bouncing on it's own from the force of Sam's thrusts. His hand is wrapped around the underside of your knee, pulling your leg up so he can reach deeper inside of you. His other hand, presses against your throat, pulling your head back so he can kiss you. He swallows every moan slipping from you lips. You had reached back not long ago, encasing your fingers in his mess of hair, pulling and tugging.
Castiel
I think he enjoys this one a lot too. This is definitely a wild card one and is the most often in rotation. I think this one just makes him giddy like a kid in a candy store. He thinks it's really funny all the different ways humans have created to have sex.
The smile on his face hasn't disappeared the entire time. He's astounded by the sounds he can drag out of you. Your clutching onto him so tightly. How something so interesting can feel so good is such a curiosity. He keeps up the pace, holding you leg up gently, pushing himself deeper, trying to see what else he can make you feel, do, sound like.
Missionary
Dean Winchester
This is a position that's also super soft, but rather than sleepy it's romantic. It's the 'I just came back from being dead and I love you so much' it's the 'happy anniversary baby' or the 'happy birthday baby' kind of position. He doesn't do this one unless he's really trying to prove a point.
He loves you, he loves you so much he just need you to know. To feel how much his love is. You can feel every inch of his love slide in and out you, pressing against all the places you hadn't even known to exist. His hands grip onto the bedding on either side of your head. He's practically begging for it, begging for that final finish so you can go back to sleep. He loves falling asleep with you after sex. Your stick skin, your breathless pants. Whispering soft praises in your ear. Dean Winchester might not have much, but he has you, and that's far better than any amount of cash or pie could satiate.
Sam Winchester
Sam Winchester and missionary is more of a punishment. Okay, not exactly a punishment I guess, but it's more so about getting the job done than actually relishing in it. It's a quickie when Dean leaves the motel for pie or gas station beer or hitting up the bar. It's right after hunts when you both need a release to get the rest of your pent up energy out and Dean's taking too long in the shower. It's barely taking off any clothes, it's pure need and hunger and lust and hardly ever loving.
Sam's hands rest on either side of your head. His head ur buried deep in your neck trying to silence his own sounds of pleasure as he rams into you. It's not as deep as either of you would like it to be, but it's getting the job done. He pushes in and out and a rough pace, he had hardly given you any time to adjust, already running out of time the longer the water in the shower runs. You're both sticky and disgusting, not just from sex, but from the hunt too. Dried blood, caked mud, rain, it all stains your skin and clothes and neither of you care because you just need to feel each other. You just need to realize you're both okay and alive while you still can feel each other.
Castiel
His most favorite. As much as he enjoys everything else, he really likes seeing the look of pleasure on your face. He also really likes knowing that he's the one making you feel good. He'd do anything to make you happy. He knows it's kind of simple, or vanilla as he has learned people call it. But to him, it's not plain or boring and vanilla can always get sprinkles, fruits, drizzles of other flavors.
Somehow his tie had ended up around your neck, not tightened but just barely there. It was kind of hot, seeing something of his wrap around your neck like a dainty necklace. It marked you as his, and Castiel has never had anything solely belong to him. His pants had been pushed down, trench coat long flung onto the floor, and his button up only had the sleeves rolled up, a couple of the top buttons undone and yet it clung to his upper body, thick muscles pronounced every time he pushed his hips into you, every time he inched you down to make you meet his thrusts. He's gotten so good at doing this, so good you're at the point where you don't even need to explain what to do, how to make you take it. You probably couldn't even if you wanted to, your brain too fuzzy to think of anything that wasn't just Castiel. He liked having this power over you, the power to make you feel good. It's not often he actually makes the right decisions. But right here with you, it's like his body already knows what to do. You've taught him everything he needs to know, now he just has to comply.
Legs Up
Dean Winchester
Missionary probably can end up in this way. The bed is too squeaky, or maybe his grip on the bed isn't good enough. Your skin too slick with sweat that he can't hold onto your hips properly so he adjusts. So he just sits back on his knees. Can you just imagine it? Dean holding your legs up on either side of his shoulders, hands pressed against your thighs. Head tilted back due to exhaustion and pleasure.
You've come face to face with Gods. And none of them have ever been as sexy as Dean Winchester. All muscles, tall, broad, head tilted back in pleasure. A pleasure that only you can provide him for some reason. His adams apple bobbing with every moan and swallow and he quite literally cannot get enough of you. His hands are wrapped around your thighs properly angling himself to hit deeper inside you. Even without his chest pressing against yours like it had a few seconds ago, you could still feel him everywhere.
Sam Winchester
I just know Sam Winchester fucks with this one heavy. I can imagine him holding your legs on either shoulder, pressing kisses against your ankle. It's soft and sweet because he really gets to look at every single inch of you. Gets to feel the way your thighs shake on his shoulders. Sometimes he'll even have both your legs on one shoulder, it helps him slam in even deeper.
Your thighs are shaking. But Sam doesn't seem like he's going to be done at any point. He just keeps thrusting, keeping up the pace better than anyone you've ever met. He's determined to watch you cum again, he needs it. It fuels the fire in him, and he'd rather watch you finish anyway. His big hands run up and down your thighs softly, keeping you grounded. He's rough in so many ways but he can tell tonight all you want to feel and remember is him and he'd rather die than leave you unfulfilled. He keeps up, pulling your legs so they both are on one shoulder while his uses his free hand to rest on your hip, keeping you in place so you stop squirming, stop trying to run from him.
Castiel
Castiel and missionary go together like two peas in a pod. But this is a bit leveled up. It's something a teeny bit different and only mildly less vanilla than regular missionary. I can see him appreciating this one very much also. Very similar to Sam's, he likes how he gets to kneel up a bit, see every single inch of your body writhing underneath him because he's just making you feel too good.
It's almost like the golden morning glow from the mesh curtains that come from behind Castiel are specifically meant for him, to prove that he is an angel. Even when he looks like he's about to drop from exhaustion, he doesn't. His hands are tight, constantly filtering over parts of your body. Sometimes to distract you when he hits a spot that has you seeing stars, just to bring you back down to earth. Or, in most cases to ground himself. You've taught him every single way to touch, and lick, and fuck your body in all the best ways he can't get to ahead of himself.
Cowgirl
Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester loves cowgirl. He likes everything about it from your tits bouncing in his face from every thrust, it gives him another angle to watch you above him, as he worships you like a goddess while he thrusts up. He gets to wrap his fingers in your hair and tug your head back, making sure you let out all of those pretty moans while he sucks kisses onto your neck. I mean the name too, cowgirl, he fucking loves it. We all know he loves the wild west. He probably does the cowboy hat rule too (you wear the cowboys hat, you ride the cowboy).
Every thrust up forced moans out of your pretty lips and Dean's eyes were glazed over in pure pleasure from being the one to make you feel so good. He knew this position was sure to make sure you could take ever single inch, hips against hips. Every grind down, your clit rubbed against his lower stomach. Even when you attempted to throw your head back to lose yourself in pleasure, Dean's grip on your hair pulled you right back out. His lips pressed against your throat, groaning out in a deep voice that all he wanted was for you to cum.
Sam Winchester
I can imagine him doing cowgirl, but reverse. A little mirror situated right in front of you so that he can watch you still, but grip your ass to, spank it when you're not listening or whining too much. He makes you keep your eyes on the mirror and if they close, you look away, you're getting spanked again and again until you look up. He likes how nervous you get being watched like that, visibly seeing that you're being watched like his own personal porno.
You grind down on his lap, but Sam's hands hold on tight to your hips refraining you from grinding too much onto him. It was a punishment of sorts for not listening to him earlier. You would have listened, if you didn't know where disobeying would get you. The mirror right in front of you did nothing to help you either, all it did was make you realize how much control Sam had over you. You were just about to lose your mind, cry, beg, whine for more when he slams your hips down, unable to restrain himself any further.
Castiel
Castiel and cowgirl is honestly very interesting. I think this is one that he definitely particularly enjoys very, very much. It's not too wild, it's just simply you on top and him on the bottom but I think he enjoys being beneath you. He prefers this one when he's feeling lazy, or when he's hurt. Like human Castiel kind of moments. He pays attention to your boobs, kissing, praising. He runs his fingers all along your body. It's not meant to be teasing, he just can't keep his hands to himself.
You're both exhausted, full of cuts and bruises and Cas can normally heal you both easily, but he's too drained. You raise your hips and grind, steady rhythm. Not to fast, just a subtle reminder you're both still here, alive, and mobile enough to feel each other. His finger tips are gentle, but quick. They run up and your your thighs, on your back, in your hair, swipe across your lips, thumb on your tongue. And then they fall to your nipples and the saliva feels so good. He won't shut up either. He tells you you're beautiful, he's never seen a creature quite as grand as you. Fucking Castiel will always make you feel like a goddess.
Blowjob
Dean Winchester
He is such a slut I hate him. He's so cocky when you suck his cock, lol. He never really asks for it out right, but if you drop to your knees he definitely won't tell you no. He's a head pusher though. He praises like a dirty son of a bitch, he talks so much, and it's easier for him to talk since you're a little busy. I think he prefers to stand up and have you on your knees. He'd also prefer if you're fully naked, or at least in lingerie. Nothing fucks him up more than if he realizes you're toughing yourself and sucking his cock.
Tits on full display, and you're so messy with it already. He's been so stressed recently, and all you wanted was for him to feel better. He always feels like it's one more problem, but the minute you shoved him against the wall and dropped to your knees, staring up at him with those sinisterly innocent eyes, he was a goner. He just let his head relax against the motel wall. You suck him off quickly, bobbing, tongue swirling, one hand twisting up with everything maneuver. He's so loud, and a little annoying, but not in a bad way. In a "we're so getting kicked out" kind of way. he tells you your mouth is heavenly, he's feeling so much better, he's so grateful that you always know what he needs.
Sam Winchester
Sam only makes you suck him off if you're being bratty, this shit is a punishment. I doubt he's a head pusher, unless you're still finding ways to piss him off. He'll do a gentle push, thrust deep in your throat to get you silent again. He would laugh if you cry, or choke (mostly older Sam though, baby Sam is too soft to laugh at you). I think Sam prefers to sit and have you kneel. I think he'd also put a pillow down for your knees.
Sam's fingers run through your hair, and by now, usually your eyes are glazed over in submission, but today you haven't exactly been the easiest to work with. His cock is out, jeans tugged off, your naked, your pink satin pillow (meant for your hair) is under your knees to cushion from the harsh wooden floor. He's making you beg for it, but you don't beg, not today. He smiles and guides your head to his cock, making you do all the work, and you get to work, especially because he swore he'd edge you over and over again until you were compliant. So now, you suck him off. It's lazy, but the large hand against the back of your head reminds you to pay attention or else. But do you ever listen to yourself? no. You pull off, and whisper a complaint and then before you even finish your sentence, his cock is shoved snuggly down your throat again, and he makes to move to lift you off. You choke out, resting a hand on Sam's thigh but he just chuckles and wipes off the tears.
Castiel
Cas likes to lay down when you suck him off. He also won't ever really ask you for it, I can't see any of them asking for it, but he would beg if you suggest it. Really just anything to make you touch him. At first, he probably freaks out a bit at your mouth being down there, and his mouth being down on you, but once you show him how good it feels, he's definitely suggesting it more often then not.
Cas's clothes are gone in a flash, yours are gone too, and you kneel beside him, stroking softly. He's already begged enough, it makes you laugh how one minute Castiel can be so dominate and in charge and then in the next second he's whining and grinding against your thigh. He's begging louder, wording everything differently. Complimenting your every move, making sure to sound as pathetic as possible so your pretty lips could wrap around his cock. Cas remembers the day when you asked if he wanted it, and for two weeks he said no. Was he an idiot. Yes, yes he was. If he knew your lips, throat, tongue, and hands could make him feel like exploding he'd have had you like this weeks ago. You finally wrap your lips around his tip, he's a leaking mess. He's loud too. He won't pull your hair, sometimes he'll hold your hand though.
Knees To Chest
Dean Winchester
This is just any regular day position for Dean. I wouldn't say it's his most used, but he loves holding his lady down. If you're struggling too much to stay still, he's folding you in half. I feel like he likes his women either pretty bendy/flexible or compliant/easy to manhandle.
You grip on the sheets makes Dean's smirk grow wider, more sinister. He knows you're feeling good. Eye's rolled back, mouth opening and closing with short breaths and gasps and moans filtering between them. The heels of your feet pressed against his back. He changes the pace a bit, its quicker and so much deeper. You gasp, eyes flying open and your hand comes to rest against his lower stomach. He grunts and slides his palms down under your thighs, pushing your legs up, against your chest, forcing space between your palms and his stomach. He won't let you squirm, won't let you push him away. He can't deny the way you just let him manhandle you around gets his brain going a little fuzzy. You trust him so much, this big, strong, scary hunter. He's killed, tortured, died, and even through all that you still trust him with your entire body.
Sam Winchester
Pretty similar to how Dean does it. If you start to push him away due to the overwhelming pleasure, then he's definitely going to push your knees up to your chest to get a better handle on you, and it definitely makes himself push in further.
Something about the way he's thrusting into you, his head deeply nuzzled into your neck. He's so close, so soft and warm but you want more from him. The sweetness seeping from his pores were great for a while, but now they're just not enough to satiate you. You wiggle, squirm, push and shove and Sam draws back, glaring at you slightly, unsure of why you're acting like this. It takes a second longer than you'd like for him to catch the glint in your eye, the mischievous one and he nods, talking something about 'oh, so that's how you wanna play? wasn't sure you were in the mood for that right now'. He hikes your knees up to your chest, hitting new spots, changing the pace. Your head tilts back, it's all moans and whimpers and groans. You reach for him again, not to push him off or piss him off, but to hold him, to feel his skin against yours.
Castiel
I think this is one Cas hardly ever does, unless you're begging for it. Similar to Sam and Dean, he's got angel strength, so don't ever think about trying to get away from his grip because he will manipulate your body in ways you didn't even know were possible.
He can sense the discomfort before you do. He reels back a bit. Your shoulders tense, your breath is coming out in quick spurts. He knows you feel good, great, you'd have said something sooner (and he'd have noticed definitely). So he pulls back, hikes your legs up against your chest. You gasp at the sudden shift in position, in pace. He talks to you, asks if this is better. You weren't sure how he knew that the last position wasn't doing it for you, but you're so grateful for his acute sense of understanding of your body.
Eating Pussy
Dean Winchester
He's definitely more of a 'sit on my face' kind of guy rather than lie down. He definitely needs to make you cum on his tongue first, then his tongue and fingers, and then he'll finally fuck you. I think he personally enjoys overstimulation like this. He can be about giving far much more than receiving. He always has this need to prove his worthiness to the people he loves and with you it's no different. He also can't control his own hands. He's super gropey (does that sound disgusting? i don't know) when you sit on his face. He kneads your ass, slaps it, digs his nails on your hips, grabs your boobs. He also moans a lot, and has probably cum completely untouched. Sometimes you're nice and you'll reach back, unzip his pants and stroke him. Only when you're feeling nice though, and that's not often. Sometimes you tell him you're scared of crushing him, but he just says there are one of two ways he wants to go out, 1) in a fight to the death, and 2) between your thighs.
You're grinding down on his lap on minute, making out on the edge of the bed before Dean's falls down on his back. You blink your eyes open, about to follow him but then he tugs your hips upward, and you know what he wants, what he's craving. You make sure he's comfortable while you strip your bottoms off, and then you slowly crawl of his body. His mouth is literally salivating at the thought of your taste on his tongue again after so long (he had a taste this morning mind you). You finally relax on his face, gripping the head board, nails scraping into the wood. Dean eats you out like a man starved. You can hardly contain yourself, you grind, you whine. Dean lets you do whatever you want. It's almost overwhelming how he has you like this, falling apart above him.
Sam Winchester
Sammy is more of a laying down kinda guy. He likes to grind his hips down into the sheets, he can't help himself honestly. I think eating you out can be one of the only times where he's a bit more submissive. He stares at you with those pretty green puppy dog eyes. He loves you tug and play with his hair. He's not a head pusher when it comes to you sucking his dick, but he wants you to be a head pusher. He wants you to use him to get as much pleasure as you want because that is his only purpose when he's down there. I also think he'd enjoy this in the mornings, especially fresh after sex the night before. You're still a little sweaty, overstimulated, full of him.
You can tell what kind of day it's gonna be before you even fall asleep. You wanna get dressed, at least panties and a shirt but Sam's pulling them from you grasp and tugging you back to bed. He wants skin to skin contact tonight, and tomorrow, you'll make up with his fingers playing between your thighs and then he'll make you beg for him to touch you, to taste you. You can feel the heat rush through you and you're half tempted to ask to go again, but he's tired, you're tired, and so far, there's always tomorrow. Your eyes fall shut and when you wake up in the morning, his hand is between you thighs just like you knew it would be. You can feel his lips against your neck coaxing you out of sleep, making you beg for him. He flips you onto your back and makes room for himself at the bottom. And Sam is tall, large broad shoulders which are the perfect place for your legs to go. You pull yourself up a bit, resting right up against the pillows like a princess. You can see all of him up there. His messy hair, tired eyes drinking you in like you're sacred. He gets lost down there, whining and begging for another one, and another, and one more please, until you're absolutely exhausted again and then he pulls you the shower... We're not there yet though.
Castiel
I don't know why, but this is super freak Cas. I think he surprised the shit out of you because he'll literally drop to his knees, hold you up against the wall, both your legs over his shoulders, and he'll make you finish against the wall just like that. I bet he'd look so pretty like that too. I can see him doing this for some kind of apology too. Like he's gone off on his own again, something about saving Heaven. And when you finally save him, he's got that lost puppy look and something else that says 'I'll make it up to you I promise' and he does keep his promises.
If you knew his promise meant him on his knees worshipping you like you're the only good thing he's ever known, you'd probably have jumped his bones a hell of a lot sooner. Both of your legs are on his shoulders, you're a few feet higher in the air than usual, and Cas is between your legs, licking away at you like he's desperate. He is desperate too. He's made mistakes, and that's the beauty in it all. He makes mistakes, you makes mistakes, and he's willing to prove himself to you again and again because his heart is always in the right place. He wants to prove that he holds a loyalty to you above anything else.
Shower
Dean Winchester
Super steamy, romantic, emotional. I've seen a lot of people suggest that Dean could be a crier, and I think if he's gonna cry, it's gonna be in the shower. Neither of you know if you're crying, he's crying, or if it's the water droplets. It's so hot, heavy, warm, wet. He doesn't care if the shower turns cold, or if Sam hasn't gone yet, he's taking all the time in the world because this is one of the only few moments where everything seems to just be normal. It's not motel sex, it's not car sex, it's just sex (shower sex, but normal people don't have a journal where they write all the states they've had sex in. and if they do, it's not as long as yours and Deans).
You're shielded by the heat of the water considering it's pounding against Dean's back. He's hoisted you up against the wall. You can feel a few splatters here and there, but you're sure Dean's back will be red when you're done. He's wet and warm. His hair is softer, darker, slicker than usual. Water droplets coat his eyelashes, and he's got the strongest grip on you. You worry if it's possible for the wall to break due to the force of Dean's thrust. Your hands run up and down his chest, his arms. You can feel him, the heat, everywhere and it's so much to handle. You're both tired and exhausted, but never too tired for each other.
Sam Winchester
Shower sex with Sam isn't common. Everyone has their place where they do their best thinking. For some it's during laundry, for other's it's when they drive, and for some it's when they clean. For Sam, he thinks his most when he's in the shower. He can shield himself from the days aches and just relax. It's a fortress of solitude and it's not that he doesn't want you in there, everybody needs their alone time to figure out what the hell happened in the day, especially with the lives you live. But there are definitely times where you've hopped in with him, 'conserving water' you both say, but you just really need to feel each other's skin. It usually never starts off sexual, but you can't keep your hands off Sam Winchester long enough to not want more.
It usually starts off innocent. Maybe you just finished having sex somewhere else, and now you're showering off the sweat and the days pain. He's not really paying attention much, just wiping you down, combing through your hair unless you've got it up and out of the way. But when you turn around, covered in suds, slight goosebumps covering your skin, looking a little flushed, he can't help himself. It stays soft and warm though. It's never rough, but it isn't exactly gentle either. It's loving. It's perfect. He either bends you over or holds you up.
Castiel
I think Castiel really get down with shower sex. Something about the way he can take care of you, warm you up, clean you, and be with you in such a safe environment, and still be so vulnerable is so special to him. He definitely prefers to take a bath though (I can imagine him wanting scents like rose, vanilla, lavender. He'll even get flower petals and put them in the bath. Set up some wine, a book. That's way too soft for this so we'll stick with the shower sex for now). But he wants to shower you in love first, clean away the days mistakes.
The entire room is lit up with candles, and even though your feet are aching, and your body is begging to sleep, the shower looks so warm and inviting. The candles are all floral scented, so the bathroom smells like a florists shop. It's sweet, warm, welcoming, and a little milky. Maybe vanilla of some sort. It mixes in well with your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Castiel does everything for you. He even takes it up a notch, slight massage under the water. He can feel every knot in your back, shoulders, hips. It's complete relaxation in there, like your own spa. It doesn't take long for the touch to linger. He wants to make you feel good, but if you're too tired, he won't push. When you spin around, attacking his lips with your own, he takes that as a greenlight. He still does everything for you. Holding you up against the wall. It's slower than anything you usually do, he doesn't want you sore or anything because of him, that was not tonight's goal. He loves how you smell fresh, damp. Your breath smelled like your honey tea you drink before bed to help calm down your jitters. It's his favorite way to say goodnight. After you're done, he'll carry you into the bedroom, dry you, dress you, and whisper you softly as you fall asleep.
Toys
Dean Winchester
I've been waiting for this day my entire life, and i'm sorry for how crazy I'm gonna get because I know bunker era Dean would have an absolute arsenal of toys. Maybe one or two when you're just on the road (like handcuffs, a vibrator). Now there's a little box with a key lock that goes on his car keys and it opens the box full of wonders. It has little outfits you play with, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, maybe even rope too. Satin ties, satin masks. It's kinky, flirty, fun. He's all about getting as much pleasure, and he doesn't care how it happens as long as you feel good. There are some times where Dean gets a little jealous that a piece of rubber and a battery can make you feel good, but you promise it's not just the toy, it's the toy and Dean and suddenly he's all smiles again. Sometimes he uses the toys as punishments, you only get the toys used on you, you don't get to actually feel him.
You're bent over his lap, one of his legs are trapping your underneath it. One of his hands is holding a vibrator to your clit and the other has a pretty pink dildo, not any bigger or wider than him though. He pushes it in and out roughly. You clutch a pillow to your chest, trying not to cry. You want him so bad, but you annoyed the shit out of him earlier when you don't listen. Sometimes a girl just needs some alone time. You wore some leggings, a cropped workout top, and left the bunker for a walk. When Dean came out of the bathroom he almost had an aneurysm after realizing you disappeared, out of thin air to him. He ran around, made Sam and Cas look for you. Only for you to come back an hour and a half later with a coffee in one hand from that shop you like not to far from the bunker, the keys to baby, and a sweet smile. He's already made you finish twice and he's not going to back down any time soon just because you're crying and begging for him to actually touch and feel you, not just the toys.
Sam Winchester
He isn't opposed to toys at all, but I think younger Sam was pretty shy about them. Younger Sam probably had some fun in other ways, like doing thing's in public (cause jess is hot okay, can't keep his hands off her), but I doubt two broke college students could really afford just throwing money around for random sex toys. Older Sam, probably bunker Sam is a lot more feral. He wants to see you on the brink of losing your fucking mind and if that means adding in a sex toy, he's all for it. He won't have an arsenal. Maybe a vibrator or two, handcuffs for sure, or maybe just something to tie you down (or tie him down, depending on the mood). He's lost everything, he's lost his own mind and the weight of the world rests on his shoulders so sometimes he just wants to make someone else feel good, forget about his own problems for a while. I think he's a vibrating panty kind of guy, but only when he knows there's no danger around.
It's a calm day in the bunker. Everyone is quiet, Dean's got the radio on in his room. He isn't in there though, he's out in the bunker garage, playing with his new toys (the cars) and Sam's got a few other, less appropriate toys on his mind. They're white, soft, lace borders, tiny white ribbon on the front wrapped around in a bow. He's had you wearing them all morning, playing with the settings, pretending to clean. You're in the middle of washing the dishes, and how there's so many with only three people who mostly eat takeout is insane. You're half way done when there's a slight shift between your legs, and then it vibrates. It's not harsh, just above teasing. He can't be far or else it wouldn't connect, but he's not in the kitchen. You call out for him in frustration. Dean could walk in any minute. When he finally comes around, empty handed, small smile on his face. Your knees are bent, gripping onto the counter for stability.
Castiel
I just know the perfect little angel boy who can do no wrong in my eyes absolutely loves them. He thinks humans are the funniest thing's in the world, that they literally created sex toys for people to feel even better when they have sex(lmfao). I don't think he'd necessarily use them cause he doesn't know how. A dildo kinda speaks for itself, but anything else (with their vibrant colors and the strange shapes they come in) is a little overwhelming for the perfect angel boy. I can imagine them being used on him first. You gotta explain how it works. Even afterwards, he's very confused on the mechanics. I think he'd be so curios too, he'd then want to use everything.
Cas's head tilts back, chest heaving. Neither of you had time to take off the white button up, the tie had been pulled down a bit giving him more room to breath. A couple buttons had popped open due to all his movements. You run the vibrator up and down his length. Big scary Castiel, reclining on his back, one hand gripping the sheets and the other your hip, eyes shut in bliss all because of a small pink vibrator was almost laughable. He was nervous to try it, not understanding how a piece of rubber and a few batteries could be pleasurable, but he was mistaken. His back arches as he finishes, and he's hardly caught his breath before his blue eyes open and they stare at you like he's taking you apart already. He's flipping you onto your back, suggesting that it's your turn to feel good. And he is very great at controlling the objects. After you're both satiated, he's grinning and wondering what other adult toys you can play with do.
Car
Dean Winchester
Backseat, front seat, on the hood, passenger seat, he's fucking you all over that car. He doesn't like it being messy, but it's his own personal oasis. The backseat happens when you're being annoying on the road and alone. You're arguing so he just pulls over and forces you into the backseat. Front seat, days where you're on watch but you can't help but grind on each other. Sometimes he'll pull you onto his lap and just play with you. Passenger seat, I can imagine it's a grocery store run, and almost the entire parking lot is empty so he just tells you to lean against the door and he'll eat you out right there, with everyone watching (even though no one is watching lol). On the hood or over the trunk. It's probably if there's something wrong with the car, engine problem and you're out in the middle of nowhere. Your top is too tight, roads to empty, he'll just push you down, chest warm against the car, and take you there.
The smoke billowing from the front of the Impala lets you know you're in for a long day. You were about to sigh, roll down the windows, shove some glasses on your face and kick your boot covered feet out the window until Dean came back around. Pissed. The sexy kind of pissed. Of course like the lady you were, you just had to voice those opinions out loud. Next thing you know, you're bent over the trunk of the car, Dean grumbles about how you're the only thing in the world he doesn't have to worry about letting him down. You're just glad there aren't any people on this stretch of road. For now.
Sam Winchester
It doesn't happen that much because he's nervous Dean would kill him (soulless Sam never cared though lol). Soulless Sam drags out the experience so it’s a lot of foreplay. I think he'd even flirt with you, like nasty flirting, with you even when Dean is right there. But for the sake of my sanity, we're gonna stick with regular Sam. I think it could also be a really late rendezvous point. Like you'll be lying right next to each other but Sam will text you and ask if you wanna head to the impala (cause you can't do anything with dean right there (like go away bro)) and of course, you're agreeing.
You can hardly remember when your phone chimed, just that it had and Dean was fast asleep in the bed beside you. You waited. One. Two. Three. Four. Five minutes, and then you sprung up from the bed and tiptoed across the room so you don't disturb Dean, you'd rather die. And not because you'd be embarrassed as to what he'd figure out you're going to do, but because he'd keep you from this. Sam's cock so far up, you brain all fuzzy. Not that you needed to think anyway, that's what Sam was for. He held you against him, chest to chest, staring into your moonlit eyes. Out in the Impala, you can be as loud as you want, so whatever you want. The only thing watching you are the stars and the rising sun (if you stay out that long).
Castiel
I don't really see him using the impala at all. When he gets his own car, sure. But I ultimately think if he's gonna have sex, he wants to do it the 'proper' way. He thinks you deserve to be lavished on a bed not like some drunken mistake. However once you explain to him that that is exactly what makes it so fun, especially because it's Dean's car (although he still thinks that ones a bit odd), he'll be a bit more on board with it.
It wasn't anything special or intricate, just simple love making without the interruptions of any Winchesters or anyone really, the Impala was a safe house. You just lied on your back, cold leather against your skin. Windows fogging up from the puffing of air between you two. There's not a lot of space, and the awkward angle makes it even funnier than it should be, but Castiel loves those breathy giggles you let out so much. He loves your laugh, he loves your moans, and both are better than Heaven to him.
Fingering
Dean Winchester
Dean's fingering techniques are always cocky, always a 'let me show you what i can do' kind of thing. He's got that laid back look on his face. He'll lie down right beside you, fingers curling and thrusting in and out like he's got something to prove. He knows he's got a past, but this is all about your pleasure, proving to you that he sees you, he loves you. He's a huge dirty talker, loves hearing himself talk. He really adores pointing out every shift, mutter, whimper you let slip between your lips. He likes it when you get a little embarrassed because yes, he does make you feel that good.
Your head is tilted down to watch as his fingers pump in and out of you. It's merciless and you can hardly keep your eyes open, but Dean's other hand comes around and pats your cheek, and he laughs. He actually laughs at you. You whine and glare at him and he faux pouts. He says something about how you're just feeling way too good, huh? Can't even think straight. And then something along the lines of 'it's alright sweetheart, you don't ever need to think when you're with me'. His ultimate goal is to make you squirt, even though it makes you nervous, but uhm we won't open that can of worms today.
Sam Winchester
I feel like Sam is more of a prep you for his cock fingering rather than a let's do this to make you actually finish kind of dude. I can imagine he's standing behind you, flirting so lewdly in your ear. Maybe he'll do it all day. You'll be eating ice cream and there's a little drop on your lip and he swipes it off, sticks his finger in your mouth. Or he'll brush passed you, way closer than necessary. He'll shove his hips into your butt. It's literally grinding but you don't say anything. He just appears behind you, shoves his hands down your panties and play with you, make you beg. I know that man loves some begging.
I can imagine you taking your makeup off. So sexually frustrated from all the teasing he's done all day. You're sure the closer you get to bed time, he's gonna become the feral little monster you love, but you hate the waiting game. Sometimes if he's gotten you irritated enough, you'll initiate it but tonight he's already got your head feeling a little too cloudy with need. You brush your teeth, spit, rinse and when you stand he's behind you. You step back in shock and he wraps his arms around your waist, hands sliding underneath your shorts. He'll tease the shit out of you if you're soaking wet. He'll barely skim his fingers across the opening, then pull it out to show you how wet you are. He'll make you taste it. This goes one for a while, your hips attempt to grind down against his fingers but there's no pressure behind his touch to cum. He doesn't want you to, he's just working you up until you boil over and beg him to finish you off properly or else you'll do it yourself.
Castiel
I just wanna say, I personally think Castiel is great at this. I don't know why, I just have a feeling this is something he's particularly exceptional at. Maybe because he's got an angelic touch, but his fingers just delicately dancing along your skin leave shivers running down your body. I think this is also something you didn't need to explain too much. I think his fingers are longer than they are thick. He's kinda got model hands now that I think about it.
You recline back on the bed, your back against Cas' chest. You grip onto his thighs to ground yourself. Your head is tossed back against his shoulder, and he presses kisses against your cheek, your forehead, your neck, every few seconds. He curls his fingers up inside you with one hand and the other ravages your body. One moment it's circling your clit gently, and the next they're tugging on your nipples or running up and down your thighs. Castiel can sense everything, he's got magic in the tips of his fingers because it only takes a couple of minutes for you to finish, which is record timing. It's incomparable to anything anyone else has ever made you feel.
So, did he lock you down tonight?
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10k words of sex and sin.
i got a little bit carried away on a couple. i'm a slut for these stupid fucks. also, some are super short, some are super long. at some points, i just wanted to write full out fics about it. ask me about it & maybe i will write a few random thing's before mbf comes out !!
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