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✮ DESCRIPTION: PART 2 … getting a little closer with dean - the mystery behind him only grows. really, who is he?
✮ PAIRING / W/C: dean winchester x afab!reader … 2.5k
✮ C/W: 18+ MDNI! - PiV, unprotected sex, dean calls reader sweetheart and princess, swearing, slight begging kink, fingering, oral (dean receiving), a wee bit of angst at the end, aftercare
✮ A/N: was i too excited about writing a series to sleep? yes. do i bless you all immediately with part 2? yes. i’ll probably upload more tomorrow LOL
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Dean’s lips tasted faintly of the whiskey you assumed he had a few sips of before getting into the brawl. Something sweeter too, you just couldn’t quite place it. Your hands were still glued to his face as you lifted your head away from his, hair spilling forth around your face.
You turned your face away and bit your lip in embarrassment, detaching your hands gently from his battered face.
“Y/N,” He exhaled loudly. It’s almost as if he was holding his breath.
“I-... Dean, I’m sorry,” You stuttered out, placing a hand over your mouth and glancing back at him nervously to gauge his reaction. Despite your awkwardness and anxious chewing at your lip, you stayed grounded in front of him.
Dean’s pupils were blown, his hazel eyes looking more brown than green in the dim light of the room. The mattress squeaked beneath him as he wordlessly stood up, standing slightly taller than you. His eyes remained dark as he quietly stared down at you.
You had assumed him standing up was a way for him to kindly motion for you to leave, so you began to turn around. It sort of stung. Despite his all around strangeness, you found yourself enjoying the company. Was it just him? Or was it the fact that you finally had someone to laugh in the company with after a week of missing Destiny? You didn’t quite know. “Yeah, I’ll uh… I’ll head out,” you squeaked, your face flushed with a red hue.
You spun, taking a step towards the door. A hand caught your elbow. “Y/N… are you sure you want to leave?” He asked, almost tentatively.
You turned back around to look at him, your heart practically beating out of your chest. You maintained a tense eye contact with him for a few moments before you swallowed thickly, “What about Sam? Isn’t he coming back?”
Dean smiled then, his dimples shining in the golden hue of the old motel lamp. “Sweetheart, you don’t gotta worry about him. It’ll be just us, promise.”
He settled back onto the bed, gently tugging at your thighs. You followed his lead, straddling his lap between your knees as he leaned against the headboard. “Just so you know, it’s just sex. It ends after this, okay? I’m just lonely.” You felt the need to draw a line. You felt that if you didn’t, you might be tempted to keep coming back. Dean seemed like a fire to you. If you stay far enough- you can just benefit from his warmth. You didn’t want to get too close and get burnt.
“Ouch, that hurt.” He jokingly winced as your hand found a resting place on the side of his face.
You bit your lip, giggling to yourself and shaking your head before your lips met again. It all started very slowly and inquisitively as you both learned what the other seemed to like.
It stayed pretty innocent until Dean bit down on your bottom lip. That caused a shocked groan to leave your mouth. Dean pulled away, a darker smile than you were used to plaguing his lips. “You liked that, huh?”
“Shut up, no I did not.” You shot back, your red face betraying the truth. You jokingly swatted at him with one hand. He grabbed your hand, flipping you onto your back. He was straddling you now.
You cupped the back of his neck with your other hand, pulling his head back down as your lips met once more. This time, you smiled into the kiss. You fiddled with the collar of his jacket, tugging at it ever so slightly. Your lips entangled, causing occasional sighs of relief to escape your lips. You turned away to catch your breath for a moment- but Dean was relentless. His mouth moved downwards, pressing open mouthed kisses against your jaw, down to your neck, then down to where your collarbones met your neck.
He bit gently onto your skin, sucking a purplish red mark onto your body before he leaned back to lick his lips and admire his work. “Shit, princess, that’s a good color on you.”
You continued to blush, his vulgar words working up a tingling feeling between the apex of your thighs. “Just hush and take your clothes off,” You jokingly glowered at him. You gently nudged him up and watched as he stood at the side of the bed.
He shirked his jacket off quickly, tossing it to the chair of the beaten up table next to the bed. Then, he peeled his shirt off slowly, exposing the tense muscles of his chest. You followed suit, pulling all of your clothes off except your bra and underwear. As Dean’s fingers looped through his belt, you crawled over on the bed, looking up at him through lidded eyes and grinned, “Can I?”
Your hands replaced his, gently tugging the belt from his jeans, following suit with pulling his jeans down. His boxers were all that remained between you and a growing thickness you could see beneath his dark boxers.
You heard him suck a breath in through his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides. It appeared as if he was holding himself back. You placed kisses along the v of his lower abdomen as you slowly pulled his boxers down, finally freeing him with a hand. It was then that Dean practically growled- a deep sound emanating from his chest. That sound was delicious. You decided then and there, that you would try to earn as many sounds from him as you possibly could.
You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, using your tongue to lick the line between his head and his shaft. You looked up at him, a wicked smile on your face as you used your hand to firmly pump up and down his member. It was a lot thicker than you had imagined. “Mmmph, fuck, Y/N. Feels fucking amazing,” His hand came down to your hair, gently taking a fistfull and guiding the pace as you sucked his dick. You could feel him beginning to thrust his hips in time with his gentle guiding of your head.
You used your tongue to press flat against his cock. You tasted a bit of his slightly salty precum leaking into your mouth as your head bobbed back and forth, over and over. Watching his expressions as you took his cock in your mouth did something to you. The way his lips pressed together, the way his eyebrows would twitch, the way his mouth would part when he moaned a decadent sound. You were unbearably wet at this point, finally sitting up on your knees as he muttered a “wow” from the edge of the bed.
You reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and teasingly pulling it down your shoulders before pulling the cups down. Dean bit down on his lip, immediately pushing you back on the bed and crawling on top of you. His mouth suctioned around one nipple, causing you to mewl out his name- “Dean, ah..,” Your hand found purchase in his hair, pulling him closer as you felt your desire for him grow. His left hand kneaded your other breast, very gently pulling on it and tweaking your nipple to test a reaction.
His right hand reached down, pulling your underwear down in one swift motion- his thumb finding your clit as he rubbed painfully slow circles around it. “Faster,” You whimpered.
You heard his mouth leave your nipple with a ‘pop’, a roguish smirk on his lips. “What do you say, princess?”
You sputtered as his fingers stopped. “Fuck, p-please..,” You keened, your eyebrows knit tightly together.
Deans lips found your own as his fingers resumed their tight circling, albeit faster this time. The kiss was messy, practically all teeth and tongue. Suddenly, you felt him draw two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices before plunging his fingers deep into your pussy.
Your fingers instinctually flew up to his shoulders, finding something to grip on as your nails bit crescents into his skin. Dean swore your moans were too angelic and saccharine for this world. Each time a moan bubbled out of your lips he swore his cock got impossibly more erect. You felt it pressing into your thigh as his fingers worked in and out of your sloppy cunt.
“More, please… I need more,” You whimpered into his ear. He leaned back slightly, panting as he pulled your legs open and placed them around his hips.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” He looked down at you, sucking the fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth. He groaned again, “So fuckin’ sweet.”
“I can’t wait any longer,” You breathed, your arms wrapped around his back still.
With one hand, he gripped his cock, playfully rubbing it up and down your slit before he finally sunk in a few inches. After a few moments of you both panting and adjusting to each other, he sunk the rest of his member inside of you. You bit down on your lip, hard. Dean on the other hand, released the most satisfying grunt you had ever heard anyone make. It was low, gravely, and sexy. His hands were clenched tightly around your hips, like he was afraid he’d lose himself if he didn’t ground himself somehow.
You pulled his face closer to your own, your lips ghosting over his as you whispered, “Fuck me,” to him.
With that, it was like all restraint he had disappeared in a heartbeat. His hips drew back, just to smack against your own repeatedly. It felt like, with each thrust, he got impossibly deeper. The way you felt the slight curve of his cock drag tantalizingly against your walls was driving you crazy, your staccato moans joining the symphony of your skin to skin contact.
You watched the way the pendant on his cord necklace swung as he fucked into you.
“Mm, you feel so good in me,” you moaned into his ear, reaching up with one hand to push his chin to the side. You turned your head to start sucking a mark of your own on his neck. You felt him shudder above you, another few of his feral moans making their way to your ears.
“Turn around, ass up,” He grunted one final time before getting off the bed. He stroked his cock idly as he watched you in an almost cat-like manner, turn around and wiggle your ass in the air for him, back arched.
“God damn, Y/N, you’re so hot,” He groaned, pulling you back by the thighs as he lined up his cock again before plunging it back inside of you. The angle change this time made you go slack-jawed. Your hands were gripping onto the sheets so hard you were sure they’d rip underneath you. Your eyes were practically rolled back into your head as you felt him rearrange you, his grip on your hips pulling you back onto his cock each time he plowed into you.
His moans became more sporadic, his pace becoming uneven. He watched with every thrust how your pussy swallowed him so well, “Taking every inch like a good girl,” He hummed with a deep satisfaction.
“D-dean, I’m gonna cum,” You moaned, “please, just like that!” One of his hands snaked down between your thighs, rubbing your clit again as you chased your high. You felt the tense feeling in your stomach build with every thrust, your pussy twitching around his cock as you got closer and closer.
Finally, your orgasm hit you like a train. It shook through your entire body, your hole convulsing and clamping down around Dean’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He growled into your ear as he leaned down. His pace broke, his grunts becoming more frequent in time with him ramming himself deeper into your fluttering walls. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and spilled his load down your back.
You both caught your breaths respectively, a satiated laugh leaving your mouth. “Let me grab you a towel, and you can wash off?” He offered.
“Y-yeah, that would be nice,” You breathed heavily still. Your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and the scent of sex hung thick in the air. You heard him walk away momentarily before coming back, wiping the cum from your back with a washcloth.
“I don’t think I can walk to the bathroom after that,” You joked, looking at him with a goofy smile on your face.
He reached down, scooping you up and setting you down in front of the shower. “Let me know if you need anything,” He said in a soft tone, closing the bathroom door in front of you.
When you got out, you saw that Dean had put out an old shirt for you. It was gray, and it smelled like worn leather and faintly of him. As you walked out, you saw Dean passed out in his bed in shorts and a tshirt. You leaned over him, gently caressing his cheek as you debated whether or not to leave. It was then, that he pulled you by your arm into the bed next to him. You curled up next to him, the heat from his body warming you in a comforting way.
You reached over, turning off the lamp besides the two of you as you whispered, “Goodnight, Dean.”
You’re close enough, you reminded yourself. Don’t let yourself get burnt.
You awoke a few hours later, and got up to grab yourself a drink of water. In the darkness, you saw just enough that you managed to miss a bag on the ground- which you accidentally kicked. The bag shifted and made a few metallic sounds, which were all unfamiliar to you. Out of curiosity, you nervously checked that Dean was sound asleep before unzipping the bag as slowly and quietly as you could.
Inside were dozens of guns, knives, and bullets. Some of the items you didn’t even understand what they were. A jar of dirt? A frosted glass bottle with water inside? You quickly went back to the bag you went through earlier to find the first aid kit. You pulled out the bound leather journal you had noticed earlier, flicked a dim lamp on, sat at the table, and began to read.
That’s how Dean found you hours later when he woke up, an incredibly confused look on your face.
You looked up at him, a crawling feeling bubbling under your skin as you had been reading this journal front to back for hours. Ghosts, demons, vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves, poltergeists- what the hell wasn’t in this book? And it was all… real?
Your eyes were wide, your shoulders hunched close to your body, you looked at him and mustered a question in your strongest voice possible, “Dean, what the fuck are you?”
✮ DESCRIPTION: PART 1 … with the recent suspicious disappearance of your best friend, you find your attention turned to the suspicious pair of men in town that showed up only a few days after her vanishing. what could possibly bring them to the middle of nowhere in maine?
✮ PAIRING / W/C: dean winchester x afab!reader … 3.2k
✮ C/W: smug and arrogant dean, very wary reader, tension, sort of enemies to lovers dynamic? drinking, swearing, dean gets injured in a bar fight, tlc from reader, dean calls reader princess
✮ A/N: welcome to part one of the first series i’m writing!! i’ve been rewatching supernatural recently and my GOD did i forget what a man dean winchester is. this series will eventually contain smut so plsplsplspls watch out for content warnings :^)
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Today marked the first day since Destiny’s disappearance that you returned to work at the library. You sat in your car, occasionally flipping open your flip-phone to check the time. Your music hummed gently in the background as you spaced out, elbow propped on your car door. Five minutes until your shift started.
With one last quick check in your overhead mirror, you flipped your sun shade up. You smacked your freshly-glossed lips together and pushed your car door open. Running your hand across your plaited hair, you sighed- attempting to give yourself a mental pep talk. Finally, you threw on your nametag, head hung low as you trudged to the employee entrance.
Eleanor, your manager, immediately greeted you with a hug. News travels fast in small backwater towns like your own- where everyone knows everyone.
“Honey,” Eleanor chimed in a comforting tone, “take it easy today. Destiny… she…,”
Unable to hear the name of your best friend without flinching, you quickly plastered a fake smile on your face and interrupted your manager, “It’s okay, Mrs. Ellie. I’m doing alright! I’ll go check on the received books.”
You rushed to the returned books cart, eager to start sorting the titles so you could return them to their shelves. Anything to get your mind off her.
Roughly two hours into your shift, your head snapped up to the entrance of the library. Two men- one shorter, one taller, walked in. They were faces you didn’t recognize at all. You figured you’d let Eleanor deal with them, so you turned your attention back to placing a copy of Twilight back on the shelf. You shook your head and scoffed. Vampires and werewolves, what a joke.
A cleared throat and a tap on your shoulder caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun around, heart beating a mile a minute to see the pair from earlier standing in front of you. The taller one had a half sympathetic smile on his face, the shorter one had something akin to an annoyed smoulder on his face.
“Hi… sorry, what can I help you with?” You squeaked out. You were mildly annoyed- the tap on your shoulder was unnecessary.
“Do you have newspaper copies of disappearances going back.. probably twenty or so years?” The shorter one asked. His facial expression remained unchanged as he asked you. You studied his rugged look for a moment before responding.
“Uh, yeah we should,” you held tightly onto your book cart, “can I ask what for?” Your curiosity was piqued.
“We’re working on a group project for the local college’s criminology course,” He was quick to answer.
Your expression shifted to something unreadable. You pursed your lips together before speaking again. “I can bring you some, just take a seat somewhere.” You wheeled the cart back to the checkout desk before walking into the storage room behind the desk. Curiously, you had a bad feeling about those two.
You were currently enrolled into the only college within a twenty mile radius’ criminology course. Mr. Brady hadn’t assigned any group projects since last semester. Again, they were also unfamiliar faces you were certain you would have recognized if they did go to your college.
With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you grabbed the box of newspapers labeled with "Disappearance … 1972 - Present”. It was a little longer of a time period than they asked for, but you were certain that’d be fine. It wasn’t a large box at all - but the weight of it felt heavier than any box in the room. You knew a few newspaper articles about Destiny were bound to be in this box. The dust on the top was recently disturbed.
You pushed the door open, back out to the front desk, looking pale and slightly shaking. The taller one glanced up, noticed your pallor, and in wide-legged strides made it to your side. “Are you alright? Is the box heavy? I can carry it,” He offered with a mildly warmer smile than before.
“Ah.. yeah, that’s fine,” You quickly handed off the box, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear as your vision started to swim. “Mrs. Ellie, I’m going on a quick break,” You spun your head to call back towards her open office door.
That night, you returned to your empty dorm room. Destiny’s half remained untouched. A now dry, open tube of mascara on her desk, an open journal, her bookbag resting against her bunk. It was hard to imagine that she might not be coming back to finish her journal entry, to pick up her backpack. You plopped down on your bed, hanging your head in your hands. “Please, Destiny, just be alright,” you pleaded to nobody in particular.
The next morning, you awoke to knocking on your door. Perhaps the cops are back, you thought to yourself. They had sporadically popped by the past few days to ask questions about her to you. After all, it was no secret in this town that the two of you had been practically inseparable since birth.
Not having energy to change into more decent clothes, you opened the door in your shorts and band tee. You wiped the sleep from your eyes as they adjusted to the light filtering in from outside. “Hello, office-” you were interrupted.
“Y/N?” The same duo from the previous day “Officers Plant and Page here…,” It was the shorter one again. His voice trailed off as he sighed and took a glance to the taller one. Your fingers gripped the doorway until your knuckles whitened.
“So who are you? College students or police officers?” You shot at them defensively. “Whoever you are, just get lost.” You went to slam your door, your heart beginning to race.
The shorter one gripped the door, pushing it back, “Just wait a minute,” He said in a gruff tone. “I’m Dean, this is Sam. We’re…,” he took another quick glance back to the one called Sam, “we’re investigating the disappearance of your friend. Please, can we just ask some questions?”
Against what was probably even the most stupid person's best judgement, you let the pair in. Regardless of their strange behavior, you somehow didn’t doubt their sincerity. You were desperate for answers with Destiny, and the hope of having even a semblance of an answer was too tempting of an offer. You angrily pointed at your couch, barking at them to sit. Sam complied with a guilty expression, meanwhile Dean stood still with arms crossed by your door.
“I said, sit. Unless you want me to run screaming to the sheriff’s office, take a seat, Dean.” You glared coldly in his direction. You watched as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, letting out an annoyed sigh before finally moving towards your couch and taking a seat.
It was Sam who started to speak. You didn’t let him. “You don’t ask any questions until I’m done. Okay?” You stood, your own arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
They both reluctantly nodded.
“Who are you two really? Don’t give me any more bullshit about being students here or being police. I want to know. Now.”
Sam glanced at Dean before looking back at you, leaning his elbows on his legs as he shifted his posture forward. “We… investigate weird disappearances like Destiny’s. We try to find whatever caused it. We don’t want any more victims.”
“So… she’s dead?” Your voice caught in your throat, the familiar stinging of tears rising to the corners of your eyes.
“We don’t think so, not yet at least,” Dean spoke up now. “She will be soon if you don’t start answering our questions.” He spoke in a harsh tone.
“Dean,” Sam whispered quietly, elbowing him gently in the side.
Your eyebrows furrowed, your lips contorted into a frown. “Fine, what do you want to know?”
Dean fired back, “Was there anything weird you noticed before Destiny disappeared?”
“It was like I told the cops, she had started hanging out with a new ‘guy friend’ a few days before she disappeared. She never told me his name, and the cops have nothing to go off of.”
“Did you ever see the guy?” Sam was the one to inquire this time.
“I caught a glimpse of him once. He just seemed like a normal person.”
“And this ‘normal person’, was there anything off about him? And I mean anything.” Dean's eyes were lowered to your breasts, where more innocently than usual, he was just reading the logo on your shirt.
You scoffed, “Eyes up here, sleazebag. Jesus, what am I doing?” You shook your head, pressing your hand to your temple.
“No- sorry, it’s just… you don’t look like the type to listen to Testament. Is that your boyfriend's shirt?” Dean quickly retorted, his eyes glancing back up at yours.
“Seriously? That’s what you’re concerned about right now? Yeah, Dean, I listen to Testament. Funnily enough, you look just like any douchey type that would listen to them.” Your face had an incredulous expression. You were a second away from kicking them out before Sam spoke up again.
“Listen- just ignore Dean, he’s an idiot. Like he said though, was there anything remotely unusual or peculiar about the guy?” You took a long glance at Sam’s genuine curiousity on his face. It was enough for you to calm down and answer.
“He uh… He just seemed to be really quiet. Movement wise, I mean… he just seemed to appear behind her in this creepy way. She thought it was funny.” You finally said in a quieter voice.
Sam shot an unreadable glance at Dean before asking, “Did Destiny ever say where she was going with him?”
You shuffled to your desk, picking up your flip phone. You opened your messages, to the picture of Destiny smiling at her camera in what seemed to be a very decrepit building. “No, but.. she sent me this photo once. The next night she came home she asked me to delete it, but I never did. I can forward it to one of you…?” Your voice trailed off, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at the pixelated but smiling face of your best friend.
Dean quickly rattled off a number for you to send the photo to. You hovered your finger over the enter key on your phone, a slight anxiousness eating at your stomach. “Please, let me know if you need anything else, okay?” You turned back towards the two, a genuine plead leaving your mouth. The two quickly seemed to pack up and be on their way.
It was two days after the strange encounter with Sam and Dean that you ran into them again. This time, at a bar. You were determined to relax, a few empty shot glasses lined up in front of you at the counter as you watched a game of pool go on between a few frat bros. You swayed your head along with the familiar tune of a Def Leppard song playing through a jukebox in the background, your eyes shut.
You heard the bustle of people entering and leaving, but soon snippets of two familiar voices and their.. odd.. conversation caught your attention. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but you knew for sure you heard Destiny’s name leave one of their mouths.
You felt almost guilty for snooping, so you tried to keep your face hidden as you attempted to move a little closer to the two person table they were sitting at. You leaned against a table slightly out of sight, yet at an angle close in front of them as you pretended to watch the game of billiards unfolding in front of you. You tried to keep your head turned away, as you were certain Dean could see your leaning figure if he really paid attention. You didn’t want them to know it was you.
“So, you think she’s alive?” Sam asked quietly.
“I mean, if you look at the pattern we’ve got at least another few days to find this bastard. From the other cases, it seems like he keeps them alive just enough to bleed them dry. Then, the bodies are found.” Dean responded so matter-of-factly.
Your eyebrows drew together with concern, a frown starting to take form on your face. Bleed them dry? Is Destiny with a serial killer?
“So what, we split up and find the building he’s using this time? Once his head rolls, find the girl?” Sam sounded slightly exasperated.
“No- priority goes to keeping Destiny safe… if she’s alive. We’ll start by-,” Your attention was snapped away from their conversation as one of the frat bros playing pool stood in front of you, leaning on his stick.
“Hey, babe. What’s a girl like you doing around a bar like this, huh?” He leaned ever so closer, the stink of beer on his breath.
“Eugh, certainly not to be near a drunk like you,” You quipped back, “go back to playing your game.”
The guy looked like you dealt a serious blow to his pride. “Are you kidding me? You’re ugly anyway. Stupid bitch.” He swayed, his inebriation making his voice raise to a significantly louder level.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed, straightening your posture to look at the frat bro. “Go fuck yourself!”
The man looked as if he was going to say something. You watched as his eyesight shifted behind you and slightly to the left.
This clearly caught the attention of one member of the pair you were doing your best to not alert your presence to. “Come on man, why don’t you leave the lady alone?” The familiar voice of Dean seemed to speak out from beside you.
“Yeah, and who the hell are you? Her boyfriend?” The drunk man gawked.
“What, jealous or something, you limp-dicked son of a bitch?” Dean cracked a taunting grin at the frat bro.
This set off the drunk frat dude, as he reeled his pool cue back like a bat, poised and ready to swing. You instinctively flinched backwards as he swung it towards Dean’s chest.
In an impressive move, Dean caught the cue. The hard thwack of the wood resonated through the suddenly quiet bar as it hit Dean’s hand and wrist. You knew that had to hurt like a bitch. Dean yanked the stick towards himself, causing the drunk man to stumble directly into his swinging fist.
The drunk fell flat on his ass on the floor. Shortly after, you watched as he used his legs to sweep Dean to the floor. In an attempt to catch himself, a few glasses slid off a table and hit Dean square in the head. The two traded blows on the ground for a good thirty seconds before the frat bro’s face was bloodied and battered. You couldn’t bear to watch anymore as Dean’s fist connected with his face with a sickening crunch.
“Dean- Jesus, get off of him,” You lunged forward, pulling at his shoulder. That was enough for him to push himself up, wiping his own blood from his face using the back of his sleeve with heavy breaths. You gently pulled him by the elbow out of the bar.
“Where’s Sam?” You kept nervously looking back at the entrance of the bar, half expecting a group of the frat bro’s friends to come out looking for Dean next.
“He uh- left to do some research, The library isn’t too far,” He continued to huff, subconsciously leading the two of you back to his car. He leaned against the hood of his Impala as he shifted his gaze down to you.
“Listen- thanks, you didn’t have to do that..,” Your voice trailed off as you inspected his wounds. “Dean, your head is bleeding pretty bad-,”
“He wouldn’t have left you alone if I didn’t step in, Y/N, I know the type.” He seemed to have caught his breath now. He occasionally pressed his fingers to where his head was bleeding at a steady pace, eyeballing the amount of blood on his hand.
“Seriously, your head. Can I drive you to a hospital?” You had a concerned look on your face.
“No, I’ll take care of it myself,” He said suspiciously quickly. “I got a first aid kit. Besides, figure'd you wouldn't wanna hang around a sleazebag like me any longer.” He flashed a impish grin at you, his eyes holding a mischeivous glint to them.
Once again, against your better judgement, you practically forced him to bring you with him back to his motel. There was no way in hell, stranger or not, you were letting a man with a bleeding head injury treat himself. Dean stumbled into the room, grunting that the first aid kit was in his bag on the table.
After rummaging through some intensely questionable items, you pulled out the white and red plastic kit with a cross on it. The dingy motel room smelled like cigarettes. It was quiet as you brought it back to Dean, instructing him to sit up.
“Let me clean and bandage it for you. I owe you this much.” You muttered, guilt still panging at your heart every now and again.
Dean sat up wordlessly, your hands finding the sides of his face to tilt his head. The bleeding had slowed on your short drive to the motel, so you took it as a good sign. It had been sort of awkward, quiet, and tense since the two of you got in the Impala together.
In an attempt to ease the awkwardness, you decided to crack a joke. “Even though you did something nice for me, I still think you’re an insufferable asshole.”
A short chuckle left his mouth as a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Right back at’cha, sweetheart. You got a hell of a mouth on you, y’know that right? Here I was thinking you were this quiet, mousy girl at the library.” He winced and slightly flinched as you dabbed at the cut on his head with an alcohol pad.
You just shook your head, an amused smile reflected back at his own. “Just stay still, jerk.”
Silence filled the motel room for a while. The faint light from a singular lamp cast a shadow across Dean's sharp face. You were placing butterfly bandages over his cut, as it wasn’t deep enough to necessitate stitches. You found yourself slowing down the application for some unknown reason.
“Hey… Dean?” You quietly asked, smoothing over the corner of one of the bandages with your thumb.
“Hmm?” He continued to stare up at you, an unreadable shine in his eyes.
“Destiny… I was listening in on you and Sam at the bar earlier. Do you really think she’s okay? Who’s got her?” Your gaze lowered to his, your thumb frozen in place.
In the most honest and soft tone you’ve heard leave Dean’s mouth yet, his eyes stayed locked onto yours, “Not who but what. We’ll make sure she’s safe. We’ll bring her back to you.”
Once again, tears prickled at your lashline. You chewed on your lip as you opened the final bandage, sticking it in place and once again smoothing it down with your thumb. “Who are you, Dean? I don’t know if I should be scared about leaving here or not,” you attempted to joke with him.
“Nobody that’ll hurt you, but someone you don’t wanna know, princess.” You felt him lean his head slightly into your hand. You were almost afraid to breathe as your eyes locked onto his again.
You almost didn’t believe it was your own actions as you leaned down to his level, placing a chaste kiss against his lips.
extra A/N: y'all know next chapter is gonna be fire. >:)
✮ DESCRIPTION: in which a particular wizard from waterdeep finds himself positively bewitched at his feelings towards the reader.
✮ PAIRING / W/C: gale dekarios x afab!reader … 2.4k
✮ C/W: 18+ MDNI - a lot of introspection from gale, tender gale, very fluffy sweet sex, grinding, PiV, praise, reader called good girl, riding
✮ A/N: i’m so not gonna lie i haven’t even gotten to a playthrough to romance gale yet but i REALLY want to. this MAN is fine as hell. apologies if this might be a tad ooc but i feel i did a good job of portraying him
Gale was what many would call a prodigy. He was a gods-damned magical genius. His utilization and knowledge of the Weave is what earned him a spot as Mystra’s lover. In addition to this, he was a damn fine orator- he would talk until people got sick of hearing his voice- sometimes himself included. His wit in conversations proved to be unmatched a majority of the time.
However… there was one thing that Gale remained ever in the dark and impervious about.
What might that have been? Well, you of course!
It wasn’t that long after saving him from his corrupt portal glued to a rocky wall that he realized- maybe there WAS something he wasn’t educated in. No matter how many tutors he had in Waterdeep as a child, nothing prepared him for you. You seemed to puzzle him at nearly every interaction.
That sensation drove Gale up a wall on many occasions. He was convinced, at many moments in your times together, that you had cast a spell he had never heard about upon him. Because no matter how many times you managed to drive him mad with small decisions and talking- you were like a harpy’s song. Every time you spoke, damn near every time you breathed, it was like you were luring him in.
It was like there was a black hole situated deep inside yourself that did nothing but draw him closer and closer. It was in Gale’s nature, that naturally, he wanted to figure you out.
On this particular night, you had extraordinarily dumbfounded him. You and the party had discovered an old, dusty tome containing dark and demented secrets of Necromancy. The book was entitled, “The Necromancy of Thay”. It was during this time that you, Wyll, and Karlach agreed that this book couldn’t bring about any good. The three of you had conspired to destroy it despite Gale’s protests that knowledge is knowledge, regardless of subject.
At some point out of frustration, Gale had seen himself out. He thought it was such a bitter shame that such a tome would be destroyed- and to an extent, wasted. It wasn’t until after watching a calming sunset where his annoyance and frustration seemed to melt like the sun beneath the horizon that he discovered something especially perplexing.
There, in his tent, sat the familiar book with the agonized face on it’s cover. It was The Necromancy of Thay! The book had not been destroyed, afterall. You had left a note on it with still-fresh ink reading: Gale… I thought you could make more use of this. It’d be better than destroying it. I trust you.
Gale didn’t know how to feel. Annoyance at his earlier reactions, or relieved that the book wasn’t destroyed. Perhaps his feelings rested in a balance between the two. Seeking something akin to an answer, he set off past the camp to find you. Karlach had let him know that you went for a walk.
Maybe, all things considered, he didn’t really want answers. Maybe he just wanted to see you. These realizations dawned upon him when he finally approached you. You were sat upon a blanket, your back to a tree and your knees drawn up to your chest. Your arm lazily draped around your legs, holding tightly onto your other arm that was outstretched at your side.
A soft breeze rustled through the grass and leaves, engulfing your senses in a quiet tranquility that seemed practically impossible to come by these days. The sun had long set, but a faint purple to orange ombre lingered on the horizon between branches of distant trees. Your favorite weapon sat propped up on the tree next to you, as relaxation was never truthfully a time to rest.
Gale watched you from a distance for a few moments. He watched the way your gaze flickered from firefly to firefly as they lit up the somewhat small opening in the field around you. It was as you reached out a hand to cup a firefly that Gale realized how paradoxical you seemed to be.
You seemed so gentle in this moment, but he knew how ferocious and violent you were capable of being in a fight. You tormented him, but at the same time brought him a sense of peace and longing. You appeared relaxed, but your weapon besides you gave away how you never seemed to be fully at ease. Gale realized that, maybe, you weren’t meant to be “figured out”. You were just you- no spell involved.
He released a breath he didn’t realize he was even holding. This small, yet sharp sound, was enough to prove just how tense you could be. It took nothing but a mere five seconds flat for you to be off your ass, weapon poised and ready to attack.
Gale sheepishly raised his hands, his voice coming out in a rushed yet rhythmic manner. “It’s just me, Y/N, you can put the weapon down!”
“For the love of the Gods, Gale you scared me!” You lowered your weapon, crying out in an exasperated voice. “How long have you been there for?!”
“Just a moment, not too long..,” His voice trailed off before picking back up upon seeing you drop your weapon, “do you mind if I join?”
It took you a moment before you hesitatingly shook your head, taking a seat on the blanket and wordlessly patting the spot on the blanket next to you. Gale took the opportunity to saunter over, placing himself on the blanket with his legs outstretched in front of him.
At the exact same time, you both went to mutter separate and reluctant apologies. Yours was something along the lines of apologizing for thinking about destroying the book, and Gale’s was something about how he was sorry for storming off. Your words jumbled together in the night air before you both respectively paused and began to laugh.
It was you, who spoke first after the fact. “Gale… listen, I’m sorry. I know I can be a bit rude or harsh at times, but I’m trying to do what’s best for us. For all of us.”
“I would like to apologize, too. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m sure you understand I mean well.” He added softly after you had finished. “A hundred years of loneliness in a tower is bound to tongue-tie even the mightiest wizard at times.”
It was after a while of mindless and idle chatting that you had turned to face Gale. His gaze remained transfixed on the twilight above as he talked, but yours had seemed to follow the details of his face. The slight crows feet that wrinkled when he smiled, when he laughed. The way the faint lines from his eye twisted down his neck to the orb situated beneath where his collarbones met in the center of his sternum. His roguish, yet frankly self-righteous smile. The way his adams apple bobbed when he talked.
At some point, you noticed that some of his hair had got caught in his beard. He didn’t seem to notice, so you found yourself reaching out to right the askew strand of hair. The warm contact of your hand brought a near-immediate blush to the wizard’s face, his gaze breaking from the thousands of stars above to your eyes. Your eyes in which he could see the reflection of the stars, and the tenderness you stared at him with.
Your hand had not yet left his face. His eyebrows knitted together in a slight look of confusion, “What are you-,”
“Just shut up, Gale,” you murmured with a joking tone. It took but a moment for your lips to softly connect with his.
Your lips were like an invitation to Gale. An invitation to release his worries, his frustrations, his fears. The kiss was almost like salvation to him- helping every negative thought clouding his mind disappear like the wind through the leaves.
Your moment stayed sweet and tender until Gale’s hand found a way to your hip. His fingers dug into your skin, where they ever so slightly tugged at you. He wanted you closer to him.
You broke from the kiss, biting your lip momentarily as you shifted your position. You knelt forward so that you could swivel your hips to straddle Gale, your chests pressed tightly together as he sat against the tree.
It seemed your worries started to get the better of you, as you started to say, “Is this something you really want?”, but before you could even finish your sentence, you were interrupted.
Gale cockily retorted, “Now it’s your turn to ‘shut up’.” His one hand remained clamped around your hip, and his other found it’s way to the side of your face. You leaned your head into his strong hand, as he guided your lips back to his.
This time, the kiss contained more than tenderness. It contained passion- it started out as smoldering kindling. You were certain he was casting some sort of spell, as his grasp on your hip made bolts of lightning soar through your body and straight to your core.
Gale’s other hand dragged down the side of your neck, down the valley of your chest before it found it’s way on your other hip. He pressed down softly, at first, shifting your hips back in a grinding motion.
A sweet sound of ecstasy found it’s way past your lips and into your shared kiss. You could feel the way his cock started to stiffen underneath you. Your nails instinctively dug into his shoulders as you broke from the kiss. The kindling inside your core began to blaze. You felt a wet spot beginning to form on your pants the more Gale’s grip tightened and rocked you against the growing tent in his pants.
“Gods, Y/N, that’s just…,” He paused to grunt, his grip on your legs tightening by the second.
You grinned at him, hitched breathing catching in your throat every now and again. “Perfect?” You joked. You began to assist him with his efforts, moving your hips in a circular motion around his cock. The hastening of the rythm between you two caused you to throw your head back.
The way you could feel him beneath you- the way his dick applied just the right pressure to your bundle of nerves… it really was perfect. Gale’s groaning and grunting sent waves of pleasure straight to your core. His hands raised to slide underneath the loose shirt you wore, his calloused grip kneading your breasts. Your head, still thrown back, soon snapped down as you felt his lips connect to the soft tissue of your tits.
His hands roughly squeezed at them as his lips wrapped around your nipple.
“Oh, fuck me,” You mewled lowly. Without Gale’s grip to guide you, you lowered your hands to the tied waistband of his pants. You began to frantically fumble at the strings, trying desperately to release him from the fabric that separated the both of you.
One of his hands came to stop yours, his mouth releasing from your nipple with a satisfying pop. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked as he stared at you through his thick eyelashes. A string of saliva connected his mouth to your breast.
You whimpered, your tone needy. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life. Please, Gale, let me feel you inside of me.”
“Good girl,” He purred, his voice taking on a sultry tone. “Take your pants off.”
You leaned back, your mouth practically watering at the damp spot you left on his pants. You made quick work of shedding your own pants, before resuming your spot on top of him. Gale had just enough of his pants pulled down, exposing his lengthy, glistening cock.
It was dripping with his precum, a sign of his own arousal. Your eyes met his as he lined himself up, his hands resuming their grip on your hips. Despite his grip, he allowed you to pick the pace you wanted as you lowered yourself on his length. His greedy lips swallowed every shivering moan that left yours, and before you knew it, he was nestled inside of you.
The delicious stretch of his cock combined a fading pain with unmatched pleasure. “You’re doing so well, taking me like that,” He cooed as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and his words caused your walls to involuntarily clench around him.
A low, raspy chuckle left his throat. “You liked that, hmm?”
Your only response was a bitten back moan that didn’t stay surpressed long as you found your tempo of raising your hips, just to sink back down on him. It wasn’t long before Gale was guiding your pace again, slamming your hips down to connect with his thrusting up- the sheer pleasure leaving you a babbling mess.
He conjured a magical pillow beneath him, carefully shifting into a laying position. He kept you on top of him, but pulled your torso down with him. His arms remained wrapped around you as he raised his knees slightly to spread your legs.
The new angle had you seeing stars. “Are you ready for this, darling?” He looked up at your delightful face- beyond fucked out.
“Anything, Gale, please,” you pleaded with winded breaths. His grip around you tightened as he guided you up and down his cock with particular force.
“Such a damn good girl,” He punctuated every single word with a sharp thrust. Your hands found his shirt for stability, balled into fists as he diligently plowed his cock deeper within your walls.
“Ah.. I’m so close,” You whined into his ear between moans. Your walls began to flutter around his dick as you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It was almost in an instant that you felt the familiar lightning of your orgasm light up every nerve in your body. The way your walls clamped down on him caused Gale to curse sharply before pulling out, his cum shooting across the few exposed panes of his abs beneath you.
You collapsed against him, listening to his erratic breathing as you tried to regain control of your own. It was almost familiar, the way your body felt pressed against Gale’s. Once again, the two of you spoke at the same time, thanking each other for the joined pleasure. The laughter you shared after the fact caused a slight bit of the awkward tension that had built since your mutual release to fade.
“By all I know, Y/N, you are entirely bewitching.” Gale muttered under his breath as the two of you regained your senses.
✮ DESCRIPTION: in which astarion realizes his love for reader, and reader realizes the same.
✮ PAIRING / W/C: astarion x afab!reader ... 1.2k
✮ C/W: 18+ MDNI - loving!astarion, sort of dom/sub undertones if you squint? fingering, PiV, pet names, overstimulation (mildly), unintentional edging (it'll make sense), mentions of astarion's past, missionary, sort of fluffy
✮ A/N: hello :P! this is my first fic ever on this account. playing bg3 for the first time has WILDLY inspired me to begin writing. any feedback is highly appreciated :3!!
Tonight was not unlike the past flurry of nights you and Astarion had spent together ever since saving the Emerald Grove. A night that consisted of hushed whispers, soft giggles, tangled limbs. What wasn’t there to like about the pale elf who you began to seek out after the sun had set? That handsome, charming, silver-tongued vampire had you in a proverbial chokehold. Well… his propensity for murder might’ve not been all that great.
“Astarion…,” you whimpered quietly, your nails digging into his forearms. You were flat on your back while he was straddled on top of you- one hand to the left of your head- his other nestled between your legs. The cool summer air nipped at your skin, but Astarion’s ministrations worked to keep your body warm.
That was one of the things you didn’t think you’d ever get over- just how cool his skin felt in contrast to yours. His lips planted a paradoxically chaste kiss on your forehead, “You’re doing so well for me, my sweet.” His fingers were curled deep in your hole, relentlessly slamming the soft, spongy spot inside you. The spot that brought about pure ecstasy that warmed you more than any wine could dream of.
Throughout a slew of whimpers, mewls, and moans that you were sure the rest of your camp was trying not to hear, your hands flew to his back for a better grip. His curling fingers were speeding up to a devilish pace, your toes beginning to curl. You could feel the all-to familiar tightening of your core...
Your fingers began to dig into the muscular flesh lining the width of his back before you remembered his scars. Through your climb to your climax, you still managed to remember just how painful those had to be for Astarion. Another moan bubbled from your lips, in addition to a muffled “Ah… sorry..,”
The sudden halting of his fingers sent you reeling. You were suddenly breathless, the waves of your orgasm ebbing away. “W-why?” You huffed, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion and disdain.
Astarion’s face was unreadable. He didn’t break eye contact, but just stared at you with a mild frown on his face. This wasn’t the first time you had avoided touching his scars out of concern, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. So why- just why did it trigger something in his brain this time? And why did he feel a twinge of guilt at your desperate, wanting expression?
He couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown him genuine concern past the point of just wanting a good time with him. He couldn’t remember a time at all, much less, that he was concerned for someone he was having sex with. It took but a moment in his mind to realize the path that his feelings for you would take him down. He was sure, at this very moment- with you beneath him, whimpering, holding onto him like he was your God; your savior; with you glistening with a sheen of sweat, your exasperated eyes holding a deeper affection towards him- that he was in love with you. And deeply so.
His mouth crashed down onto yours without a moment to spare. He kissed you like tonight could be his last. Who knew…? With this parasite it might have been. In his near-frantic state, his vampiric fangs caught your lip as he pulled away, slightly nicking your lower lip. A dribble of blood began to fall down your chin.
“Astarion,” you had caught your breath by this point, “is everything okay?” You were trying to search his eyes for an inkling of a clue as to what he was thinking.
A soft smile overcame his face as he used his left hand to swipe away the blood trickling down your chin, popping his thumb in his mouth. He carefully licked the blood from his finger as his eyes began raking over your body. “Absolutely perfect, darling.”
He pulled your chin towards him, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. His fingers began to pick up where they left off with fervor. He was like a man possessed- however, with what you were clueless. Your hands instinctively found their place in his white hair, tugging at the soft strands. His kiss against your pulse-point soon turned into variations of sucking, licking, and gently biting.
Your moans were angelic in his ears, every stuttered prayer of his name stirring his painfully hard cock even more alive. “Please, Astarion, I need more,” you whined out. You could feel your walls clenching down- hard- around nothing. You needed more of him. You needed him inside of you.
He pulled away from your neck, watching your expression through heavy lidded eyes. Astarion sat back, carefully unlacing his pants. The absence of his fingers made you wince as the cold breeze came into contact with your cunt. It wasn’t long before he had his cock free from the confines of his pants. He gave himself a few careful pumps, coating his cock with your slick.
In a slow, predatory way, he made his way to kneeling between your legs. Using both hands, he hooked your legs over his shoulders. After this, his arm resumed its place to the left of your head, the other playfully gliding his cock up and down your slit. “Then more you shall have,” he muttered before plunging his length deep into your core.
The position allowed him to bury himself deeper than he would be able to normally. He reveled in your expressions. He loved the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the way your mouth contorted into a pleasured ‘o’. He loved it when you’d catch your bearings and look back at him- catching him staring with a sly smile.
You were certain that you loved him, too. In a moment of your own realization, you pulled his head down to your own, capturing his lips in a slow and sweet kiss. He slowly pulled out before snapping his hips against your own. A choked moan slipped it's way past your lips.
As time went on, the kiss grew more feverish. It became sloppy- gnashing tongues, dripping in saliva. Lips half connected as you caught your respective breaths. During this time, his pace increased as well. It became relentless, the way you felt his cock drag deliciously through your walls. Astarion seemed to know just the way to fuck you- to make you feel lust on an ethereal level. It wasn’t long before you were both reaching your respective climaxes.
Astarion’s hips began to stutter, his pace faltering. You knew he was nearing his end. “Where?” He inquired breathlessly.
“Inside,” You responded in a heartbeat. Astarion groaned- a deep groan you felt reverberate from the back of his throat. It took him removing his cock and plunging it back inside one final time before that delicate tightrope of your pleasure snapped. You pulled Astarion close- as close as he humanly could have been. Your chests heaved together as you felt his seed paint your walls. You shuddered as your orgasm subsided, gently nudging Astarion up.
He held himself up on his forearms above you, your eyes meeting his sated expression. Your hands remained on the sides of his jaw. “Absolutely delicious,” he whispered sweetly to you.
Later that night as you slept cozily beneath the furs in his tent, he found himself unable to sleep. As he watched your sleeping form, nestled into his side, the same twinge from earlier began to pluck at his heart. He was certain that at some point- sooner rather than later- he would have to confess how he felt.
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