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youre just a sad song with nothing to say

[diisenchanted]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐘𝐍! ⋆.𐙚 ̊  twenties   s/her   multifandom writing account   SIDEBLOG!!!!!   dean winchester lover    vampire gold jewelry peter parkers gf devotional hunger low rise jeans & a baby tee simon riley defender   blurbs & thoughts

@scissorhvnds 's evil twin

[diisenchanted]

thinking about simon riley who is a bit too desperate by the time he gets home to you. his skin is itchy, his arms hang like they don't deserve to be attached to his shoulders, his legs are moving on autopilot to you. there's dirt and sweat caked in crevices that he didn't know existed. but he's home. and you're home. safe.

as soon as he's able to get into bed with you, he's immediately slipping behind you without a single item of clothing adorning his hulking frame. he's molding his body back into yours, refamiliarizing himself with the tetris of your sleeping form. his heavy arm wraps around the curve of your waist and pulls you tight against him. it's usually then when you wake up, he knows, he knows your routine by now. his fingers will slip up your thighs, sliding one of his own meaty legs between yours to keep them parted. he'll pull your underwear to the side — the ones you specifically like to wear to bed — before his fingers gently slide through your folds.

he wants to take his time with you, he really does. it's been a month since he felt you, but now isn't the time. he'll have his moment later. desperation is clawing through his chest. it's ripping his skin apart by the thread until he can no longer keep himself in form.

his hips line up with yours before he sloowwwly pushes his tip in. just the tip first! you need to be ready to take him. you'll mumble out a soft sigh of his name, bleary eyes that are thick with sleep. he'll shush you and tell you to go back to sleep, "'m here, love, just wanna feel you". and he does feel you!!! and he's so thankful that you let him. it's the only way he can even begin to feel human again. the only way he can feel like simon again, instead of ghost.

and once he's finally seated all the way, his pelvis flush against your backside, his heart finally settles. his muscles unclench one by one, and his lungs finally inhale the first proper breath since he got home. <3

[diisenchanted]

as my introduction to this account, im presenting:

#dean winchester who loves to snuggle while he's drunk. his weight is on top of you, chest to yours, face pressed between your neck and a his hoodie that youre wearing. he's nuzzling his nose against your jugular, lips and tongue darting against any bit of skin he can reach. his freezing hand — cold from the downpour that had kept you from joining the boys on their night out, a celebration for another successful hunt — slides up your side before settling across your back. he ignores the hitch of your breath, the way your body squirms away from his frigid fingertips. "shh, baby, just lemme—" his words are slurred, his arms tighten around you. "so fucking beautiful, so warm. all mine, right?" he'll mumble into your jaw. you remain quiet, nodding along, letting him have his moment. because you know the steady weight of him will be gone in the morning. so you let yourself have this —your fingers running through his smooth strands, legs spread to accommodate his body on yours, pretending that you are his and he is yours. just for the night. because he only looks at you like this when he's drunk. but at least he's looking at you? right? as his breathes even out and his weight sags further against you, you relish. you memorize his warmth, his smell, the tender touch of his thumb stroking the back of your shoulder. because tomorrow. tomorrow, you'll wake up empty, with the ghost of dean branded onto every inch of your body. and dean? dean will gaze at you as if he hadn't begged you to never leave him. because you're just hunting partners, right?

[diisenchanted]

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hi dada im in your bed