he’s the type to plug reader up with so much cum, shes literally dripping it all over the sheets while he’s blabbering how good he wants to be for his mommy. and his dicks literally so sensitive, he’s whining and crying but he’s willing to keep going because thats what his mama wants.. ok bye
mommy kink clark is a dirty boyyyy
when his mommy’s ovulating she always demanded more loads from him than he could sometimes handle. she won’t stop fucking her pussy on him until he’s crying from dehydration from draining his shriveled used up balls of everything left he has inside them.
clark does this because he needs his mommy’s love, needs to earn her praise when she calls him a good boy after he cums inside her five times straight without stopping. he could have tears running down his cheeks and sobs ripping from his throat, if she says one more load, he’s giving one more load.
sometimes he has to edge himself, or just stop jacking off all together to save all his cum for her. she’ll lick it out of him, suck it out of him, ride it out of him. it was whatever his mommy wanted.
he’s on his fourth nut while he gasps every thrust in, dick bulging and bright pink from overstimulation as he winces with every thrust in. cum from his previous loads gushing out onto his dick and making wet marks on the bedsheets. mommy doesn’t let him stop even if he has to pee. she just clenches harder, trapping him in with her legs behind his back and a finger to his lips as if to tell him to shut the fuck up.
his veins are popping out as he desperately keeps fucking into her pussy, hoping he’s pleasing his mommy as much she’s pleasing him. even if it’s hurting him from making him feel so good.
precum dribbles out and wets the already creamy path to guide him inside her, sloppy squelchy noises with every slide back in. clark feels his dick sting so good every single time.
“mommy, hurts, hurts…. wanna be good for you mommy….”
“mmmmm, mommy I wanna be your good boy. I’ll cum for you. I’m cumming for you—hhhhhhnnnggg”
“don’t hate me mommy, I can’t—I’ve cum so much—mommy milked me so good, I don’t have any milk left for you momma—I’m so sorry.”
and she’ll laugh at him with malevolence, reaching down to grab his balls tight in her hand while making him keep up his thrusts.
“mmm, you know we’re not done baby boy. these still feel too full,” she points out, giving them a tight squeeze. “mommy tells you when you’re done. it’s not the other way around.”
clark lets out a boyish sob and moans, keeping his pace with his cock despite how painfully sensitive he is. nods his head with tears brimming his eyes and cum sloshing between their bodies.
he keeps his head bowed to her as if to show his determination and worship. “yes mommy, an—anything f…for you.”
Summary: Dean Winchester has been loving you for years in his own way and with a little help you finally realize it.
Warnings: soft core smut +18
You watch from across the bar as Dean sips his whisky from a short glass. You're on your third tequila pineapple and he looks as amazing as ever. His jaw is sharp and he has some slight stubble from not shaving for a few days. You, Sam, and Dean had just finished a tulpa case in Pennsylvania and had decided to celebrate with a few drinks at a local dive. You had worked with the boys for a few years now and it had become a tradition to celebrate after a win.
Meanwhile on your side of the bar you were starting to feel the bass of the music vibrating through you in a different way, the drinks were going down too easily, and the urge to dance was coursing through your being. You had sipped your thoughts away to your heart's content.
You had one too many to drink and you were starting to feel it. If you didn't watch yourself you were going to wake up in somebody's front lawn very shortly.
The feeling of warmth on your waist breaks you from your thoughts and you look up to see an unknown, attractive, dark haired, blue eyed man, with one of his hands on your waist.
“Sorry i didn't mean to startle you…” he says and then continues “Can i buy you a drink?” raising his to make sure you can understand what he's saying over the loudly playing music. It's not that he wasn't attractive, hell he was very attractive. But he wasn't Dean Winchester. He didn't have stubble, or piercing green eyes, or a gruff sultry voice that could make a girl melt. So you raise your full glass as an answer and in hopes to send him on his way but he doesn't budge. He leans in once again to make sure you can hear him and says
“Well, how about a dance?” He pulls back to see your answer but you look across the bar. Dean's eyes are locked on you and the dark haired man before you. If you didn't know better there was a twinge of jealousy behind his eyes. His jaw is locked and his hold on his glass is strong. You think back to all the times you had to watch him shamelessly flirt with local girls and even go home with them and something in you screams that this is your turn. Your eyes snap back to the man in front of you and you say
“Yes”
You down your drink and leave the glass behind. He puts his hand on your lower back and leads you to the part of the bar where everyone's dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and start swaying your hips to the beat of the music. He's a pretty good dancer, but that drink you just downed starts to catch up with you and all of a sudden you feel hot, really hot. Your vision is slightly blurred and you can't tell if you're about to throw up or pass out.
You lean up to his ear and say that you'll be right back and start stumbling your way towards some fresh air. The walk to the exit feels like it takes a literal year but you finally get there and fling the door open. Little did you know there was a pair of eyes on you watching you your whole way out.
The familiar sensation of warmth on your waist once again breaks you from your thoughts as you've steadied yourself against the wall of the building. You look up expecting to see the newly met set of blue eyes but instead you're met with bright green ones. It's Dean. The confusion must've been written on your face so he clears it up for you.
“We’re going home” He wraps one hand around your waist and throws your arm over his shoulder so he can walk you side by side to his car. He opens your door and sets you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He walks over to his side, gets in, and the next thing you hear is the engine roar to life. It hits you that you're leaving the bar without saying goodbye to the handsome stranger, or paying your tab, that you werent ready to leave.
“Wait, let's go back… i'll get the next round if we go back right now” You slur out. This makes Dean laugh deeply and he looks over briefly to take in your disheveled state. You never get like this so it's always hilarious to him when you do, and unbeknownst to you it amazes him how you can still look so beautiful.
“I don't think even the most careless bartender would give you another drink right now. You're cut off” He replies still laughing.
This makes you pout and you turn away from him and look out the window dramatically.
“Oh cmon sweetheart… you'll thank me in the morning trust me…” he breaks the silence
“The one time I find someone to take home…” you mumble out with an emphasis on “I”. He snaps his head over and looks you up and down. His grip on the steering wheel is turning his knuckles white. He lets out an unnoticed frustrated sigh and says
“You didn't really want him… did you?”
This causes you to slowly look over at him and he's already looking at you while momentarily darting his eyes back to the road. He wants an answer. But you don't give it to him, ashamed of how and what you really feel. You just bury your head back into the side of the door without saying anything until the motel comes into view. You're exhausted all of a sudden. You hear his door open and he opens yours which causes you to almost fall out of the car. He catches you and laughs and sits you back up straight. He unbuckles you and says
“Okay enough of this” and with that he scoops you up princess style and carries you to your motel room door. You're secretly thankful, as you are embarrassed that you're this drunk, you would've never made the walk. It feels like you're getting more inebriated by the minute. He puts the arm that was carrying your legs down gently and holds you there.
“I'm going to search your pockets for the key okay…” he warns you before gently diving his hands into your pockets until he grasps the key. He opens the door, swings it open, and then picks you up once again to carry you to the bed. He lays you down gently on top on the sheets and the next thing you know your eyes are closed and you have the deepest sleep of your life.
You wake up and the first thing you see is a glass of water on the side table. You reach for it and drink it like you haven't had anything to drink in days. You're pretty sure it was the best thing you've felt in a while, and this only reassures the notion that you are extremely hungover. You don't remember anything from last night other than dancing with some mystery man for a little bit while a pair of familiar green eyes watched you from across the bar. That's it. You lift the sheets that were comfily tucked around you off and see clothes laid out and tylenol behind the glass of water. You must've set yourself up for the morning once you got in. You're a genius is what you're thinking. You couldn't have been that embarrassingly drunk, that crosses your mind and soothes your conscience. You're thankful for the sliver of soberness in you last night and throw on the fresh clothes, brush your teeth and go to head over to Sam and Dean's room. You knock and Sam opens the door. The smell of greasy breakfast food hits you and warms your soul. It's exactly what you need right now.
“Tell me you got something for me” you ask while looking hopefully at Sam.
Sam laughs and says “Yeah Dean went earlier, he got your usual”
You look over at Dean who keeps his eyes on his food and say thank you. You take a seat at the small motel room table and start diving in. You look up and Dean is looking at you and smiling softly.
“What?” you say cluelessly
“Nothing” he replies, dropping his smile and focusing back on his food and you do the same.
“So how was last night? Was it epic” Sam says with a curious smile, eyeing the both of you.
“Not really, I was sober enough to set my clothes out and get under the covers so I'd say it was kind of a bust” You say laughing as you take another bite of your breakfast. Everything gets quiet for a second and you wonder what you said to cause such an awkward vibe.
“I'm going to shower” says Dean and he gets up without even looking at either of you, walks to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. You hear the shower start and that's when Sam leans in and looks at you seriously. You pause mid bite and look at him confused.
“What?” you say setting your plastic fork down
“You know Dean got you home last night right?” he says directly
“I figured…” you reply, “so?” you continue.
“So… Dean set your clothes out…” it's starting to hit you, he continues “He drove to get you tylenol because we only had the strong stuff…” It hits you, “He set out a glass of water… he tucked you in, he woke up early and got your favorite breakfast. Hell he even paid your tab” Sam says looking towards the bathroom.
It felt like the world stopped spinning, in that moment cars stopped driving, birds stopped chirping. Everything was still. The realization was flowing through every molecule of your being and you were absolutely frozen, other than your jaw dropping you couldn't move. Dean Winchester cares about you. He cares about you as more than a friend, he sees more. It keeps repeating in your head until hopefully it sinks in. He sees more.
How could you have not seen this before? Maybe it's because he knew the real you, he knew more about you than anyone else, and how could anyone love or care about you once they do? That question can no longer plague you because He sees more.
All you can say is, “Thank you Sam”
He replies with a nod and takes his breakfast and says that he'll be in your room. The door shuts behind him and you're left alone awaiting Dean to step out of that bathroom. You’re carefully forming your thoughts making sure what you say is exactly what you feel. It's going to be perfect. You hear the bathroom door creak open and you quickly stand and turn to face a half naked dean who's only wearing jeans and drying his hair with a towel. He pauses when he sees you're the only person in the room. You feel like you might explode.
“Where’s Sa-”
“I care about you… alot” you interject. The silence is deafening. So much for your deep thoughtful speech. You can't take the silence and break it by continuing “and I know you care about me too…”
He's absolutely frozen, cornered. It was now or never.
“How did you-”
“I can just tell” you cut him off. You smile proudly, only now realizing you have the ability to make the Dean Winchester speechless. You're scared you might’ve overstepped, might've been too enthusiastic when he starts laughing and smiling. Maybe Sam was wrong? But that all changes when he says “i don't just care about you… im in love with you…”
It was your turn to be frozen. “You don't have to be yet… but I want you to know that I've been in love with you for a while now. I love your laugh, your smile, hell I even love what you get for breakfast.” Your eyes are wide in disbelief, he walks forward until he's close enough to where he can reach out and brush some hair out of your face and then continues. “I'm painfully in love with you. With everything about you” He’s desperately scanning your face for any sign of reciprocation, any sign of hope. He gets his sign when your mouth curves into a bright smile beaming at him, and before he can even realize it he has one of his own shining back at you.
You don't know who leaned in first, but the next thing either of you know is that your lips are moving against each others. You're running your fingers through his still damp and already messy hair. His hands are at your waist and holding you there like fine art. You were to him, something timeless, thought provoking, head turning, beautiful. This kiss was the start of Dean Winchester's future and he knew it. It tasted sweet and he savored every movement of your lips with his own, grateful for anything you give him.
His hands were electrifying you with every soft touch. You were melting in his arms and you can't get enough of him. You were pressed flush against his bare chest and you can't help but run your hands over his broad shoulders while continuing to kiss him deeply. You can't help but still be in a bit of disbelief. You could kiss him for hours, and by the way he's kissing you, he could too.
He pulls back and says “I don't want to rush things…”
“I was thinking the same thing…” You say, but yet again you have no idea who leans in first but your lips collide once again. His hands are on the sides of your face and yours are resting on his stomach. The room is filled with the sounds of your kiss and occasional involuntary moans, this feels better than either of you had imagined and you can't help it.
“When did he say he'd be back?” Dean mumbles into the kiss referring to Sam.
“He didn't” You mumble back barely breaking the kiss to do so.
You both simultaneously pull back and look at eachother wide eyed and it's like a lightbulb goes off over both your heads, but you can still see the worry plaguing his eyes so you say. “It'll be perfect no matter what because it's us… You and me.” You lace your fingers with his and at that he smiles and pulls you to him and towards his bed. He picks you up and lays you on the bed with him on top of you and it makes you both laugh into the kiss. When suddenly a pang of worry hits you. The last thing you want is for Sam to walk in on what's about to happen. As if on cue you hear the door shut and both of your heads snap to a frozen and panicked Sam. Dean begrudgingly and with a groan stands up and off of you and you immediately sits up. You're utterly embarrassed but Dean is just annoyed.
“Really?” Says Dean
“I wasn't expecting that, I mean I was hoping things went well but… wow” says Sam while setting the remnants of his food on the table. Dean finds a shirt in his bag and throws it on along with his shoes and grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the door. “We’ll hit the road in 2 hours until then … stay here” Dean says to Sam and he rolls his eyes. Dean shuts the door behind you both and starts walking you towards your room with a grin like he's won the lotto, and in his head he has. You laugh and he says
“What? Checkout isn’t for another two hours, might as well make the most of it…” He leans over and places a quick kiss to your temple. Your eyes flutter closed for a second. You've never felt this type of contentment before. You realize you never said i love you back earlier and you immediately look to the side of his face and say
“I love you too by the way” He immediately looks over and smiles wider than you've ever seen him smile before. In the moment he feels the contentment the same as you. His life just got a hell of a lot better and he knew it.
content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, mentions of trauma
notes: i don’t think i’ve binged a show as much as i’ve binged supernatural lol
word count: 0.4k
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- no matter what he admits, dean is clingy.
- everyone, including sam, bobby- everyone is aware.
- sam teases him hardcore when they’re alone, but dean honestly doesn’t mind.
- he is very touchy.
- like super touchy (because of his dad, he has some flavor of abandonment issues. this manifests in dean always having a hand on you in some format. you don’t mind.)
- loves holding your hand, and he’ll do that thing where he pokes your hand until you grab his
- loves hugging from behind, and he kisses your shoulder when he does
- hand on your thigh when he drives 😩🤚
- every now and then he lets you pick the music in his car
- has super chapped lips, but at your request starts wearing chapstick
- wears fun flavors like cola or bubblegum and tries to have you guess the flavor
- he likes the grape one.
- almost always smiles when he kisses you
- just like out of force of habit
- brings you on hunts, but not to the fights. but when he gets back he’ll just hold you in a tight embrace for a really long time
- enjoys domesticity
- such as: non-sexual nudity, buying you the snacks you like when you get groceries, puts on/takes off your jackets for you
- keeps a list of things to remember about you so he’s sure he never forgets
- he’s not sentimental, not in the typical way at least
- he’s not rom-com love interest by any means, but he never forgets anniversaries (even without his list)
- cannot get close enough to you-
- he’s always inching his chair closer to yours or pulling you infinitely closer to him when you kiss
- you catch him looking at you all the time
- he’s just 👁️ 👁️ __ __ 👁️ 👁️
- his little soft smiles when you enter a room
- you can always tell when he’s upset, but he’ll never outright admit it. but you’re always there when he needs you
- if he has a hard day, he’ll come back to you and lay on your lap or nap with you
- tells you about his scars as you trace them (cliche😔)
- still stumbles over his words when he talks to you. his crush on you never really went away
- BIG on inside jokes. can and will quote them to make you laugh in serious situations
- took him a long time to realize that he actually liked you and wanted to be with you, and even longer to realize that you liked him just as much.
content/warnings: gn!reader, royalty!au, knight dean, royal reader, fluff
wc: 1.1k
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the grass knit itself between your toes, and the soft breeze chilled the warmth in your cheeks. the moon sat uncovered in the night sky and lit everything below it in its silvery light. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath of the cool, night air.
you waltzed your way through the castle gardens, stopping to trace the petals of a few flowers as you went. you had not been sleeping lately, the impending doom of your horrible betrothal sitting upon your shoulders at a constant, pressing weight.
you waited until dean, your personal guard, would have determined that you were asleep. you slipped put onto your balcony and dropped onto the pathway just below it. you had evaded all the guards on night shift, having been well in practice and knowing exactly where they were stationed.
you knew it was only a matter of time until dean noticed you were gone, again, and went to look for you.
but, for the time being, you were taking solace in the silence of the night and the calm of the palace gardens. the large oaks that you planted as a child with your mother were growing in nicely. they just about fit in either the other trees and foliage.
every now and then, a breeze would rustle the trees and the leaves would part and you could see more stars. the biggest tree in the center most section of the gardens was your favorite. your mother had always told you that tree, she was the oldest, wisest tree. you meandered your way to her, picking a single white chrysanthemum on your way.
you picked a petal off of the flower and rolled it between your fingers. the petal was soft, and the flower smelled nice; it was a shame you couldn’t find it in yourself to appreciate it.
soon you heard the clack of dean’s boots against the stone walkway. he always knew where you’d slip to, you’d done so a thousand times before. you needn’t look up to know he was before you, arms crossed over his torso.
“hello, sir knight,” you jested. you picked another petal off the chrysanthemum.
dean sighed. “my liege, you have to return to your chambers.”
you merely grunted in response, and pulled another petal off the flower.
“why are you killing that poor flower? what did it ever do to you?” his tone dropped and he matched your teasing from before.
you finally looked up from the and up at him. “the chrysanthemum,” you clarified, “is already dead, dean. who cares if i pull it apart?”
“i’m sure the flower cares.” he took a few steps closer to you, and held out his hand. “come. you have to return to your bedchambers before the other guards recognize that we’ve left.”
you sighed and leaned your head against the tree. “my father will not like that,” you stated.
“no, probably not,” he answered, hand still outstretched. you placed your hand into his and let him pull you up to your feet. “you’re not wearing shoes? do you want me to carry you?”
you might have joked with him if the look in his eyes wasn’t so serious. “no, dean. i’m fine.” the look on his tragically gorgeous face persisted. “really, i’m fine. can we avoid running into the other guards? please?”
you noted how dean’s hand was still holding yours. his hand was warm, and your face flushed with heat. “yes, of course,” he spoke. his voice vibrated in such a manner that you almost couldn’t be stressed around him. you told him this once, and he was sure you were lying.
the walk back to your room was silent, minus the chatter of the other guards. there were a few moments of stepping in the shadows to avoid the guards, and the reprimands from your father that would follow in the morning if anyone else had seen the two of you.
when at the door to your room, dean opened the it for you. “dean?” you mumbled. he hummed in reply. “can you- never mind. good night.”
his free hand softly encircled your wrist to stop you from walking away. “what?” he asked, brows raised.
“it’s stupid,” you waved off your unfinished question. you shouldn’t ask him such a thing, especially when he was likely to say no.
he shook his head. “no, i’m sure it’s not.” he nodded gently, urging you to continue. when you didn’t, he nodded with more emphasis.
you closed your eyes and sighed. “fine. can you, uh, get in bed with me? i can’t sleep, and it’s really cold and-“
“what if someone notices?” he interrupted. you had thought his first qualm would be that your relationship continue to be as “professional” as possible, but maybe the air had changed enough between the two of you that you’d both moved past that.
you thought for a moment. “we can leave the curtains open so the sunlight wakes us. no one will notice anything if we are up early enough.” if your curtains weren’t drawn, the sunrise always woke you: one of your windows was positioned to see the sunrise just perfectly.
after a long pause, you were sure dean was going to decline your offer, so you turned to retreat into your room. he tugged your wrist back and nodded. a smile grew on your face as you pulled him into your room and closed the door behind him.
you walked over to the balcony and shut the doors, in an effort to trap all the warmest air inside your chambers. when you turned back to dean, he had stripped himself of the leather armor used for night shifts inside the castle. your cheeks burned again with the same feeling from before.
he glanced up at you and gestured toward your bed. there was an awkward dance when you both approached it, but you settled to let him get in first.
he pulled back the ruffled sheets and blankets, and slid in. he kept the sheets pulled back for you. you laid down next to him, a stiffness in your spine. “turn,” he mumbled a bit too close to your ear.
you turned over so that you were facing him, and he was facing the window. in a swift motion, one arm slid over your waist and the other between waist and the bed. dean drew you into him with an embrace. he tucked your head underneath his chin and you almost felt him kiss the crown of your head.
maybe this was too close. but, you were too mesmerized, or perhaps even stunned, to care.
content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, non sexual nudity, shower fic, j*b mention, spelling and grammar mistakes probably (my bad)
wc: 1.2k
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the only thing you could think about during your entire day of work was coming home to dean. you texted him during your lunch break, telling him just how tired you were, and just how much you couldn’t wait to come home to him.
your manager had been kind of bitchy all day, insisting that you do some of his work for him, but he didn’t really give you the chance to say no. on top of that, your lunch had been cut short after you texted dean your complaints.
so now that you were driving, finally heading home, you’re getting antsy at the thought of finally being able to relax. luckily, it was friday and you had a couple days off before you had to go back to hell.
dean had been on call for the fire station for the past two days, but nothing had happened so he was just sitting at home on the couch, probably. he made dinner sometimes, and you met him with a couple teases about being a lovely little house, husband.
he know you meant it all in good fun, and if he was being honest with himself, he quite enjoyed the domesticity of being able to have a homemade meal with his lover. tonight, you figured you could settle for some takeout. what you were really looking forward to was a shower.
you could feel the office air sticking to your skin and clogging your pores. though not super visible, it felt like there was a thin layer of grime. you just wanted to get clean and get ready for the weekend. you had no plans, other than relaxing with the dean on the couch all weekend.
he pulled into the driveway, and grabbed your things before exiting your car. you walked up to the front door and tested the handle, acknowledging that it was open. that was a little odd, considering dean’s tendency to be a little over cautious, but you paid it no mind.
“honey, i’m home,” you toyed, channeling a breadwinning husband from the 1950s. you walked through the entryway into the living room, and didn’t see dean quite yet. “d?” you called out.
when you looked over at the couch, you saw him sit up and rub the sleep out of his eyes. “sorry, did i wake you up?” you lowered your voice to just above a whisper.
dean‘s voice was a little gravelly, sleep evident in his voice. “no,” he started. “i’m super awake.” his green eyes flicked over to you, and he smiled ever so slightly.
you grinned down at him. “sure, i totally believe you. i’m going to take a shower, and then we can discuss dinner?” the tone in you voice was light, and you reached a hand forward and rubbed at his shoulder softly.
when you had gotten across the living room and almost into the bedroom, dean called out, “can i come with?” you turned, and saw a glint of something coy in his eye. “i mean, i’ve done so much today, i’m practically dripping with grease.”
“oh, yes, i can see that. i’m sure i can spare some room in the shower.” he got up to follow you.
“plus, it’s good to save water too,” he tacked on. “the water bills are too high these days.”
you slipped off your shirt before you turned the shower on and tested the temperature of the water. the water was the perfect temperature, mildly scalding. when you turn into sardine behind you, practically nude except for his socks. you chuckled at the sight. “a little excited, are we?”
“what, can’t a man be excited to get in the shower?” dean took off his socks, and you got completely ready for the shower.
you snorted at that, knowing that his intention was clearly not just who “get in the shower.” you didn’t tease him any further at that, knowing that he could get uncomfortable if you pointed out his yearning for affection and closeness. you both knew it was there, but somethings were better left unsaid.
you stepped into the shower, dean trailing behind you once again. the warm water hit your face first, and then your body, and it instantaneously relaxed you. the tension in your shoulders dropped, and it felt like you were finally able to breathe.
you liked your job, honestly. It was just at the last couple weeks of ben more stressful, and higher attention than usual, and it didn’t help that you were understaffed. also, nothing could really beat how much you loved being at home with dean. but, when it came down to it, you and dean both liked your jobs and you liked your home life. so, it was a perfect arrangement.
you felt dean’s arms slip around your waist, and his hands rubbed at your stomach. his head moved to rest on your shoulder, but not before kissing the spot where your shoulder met your neck. your could feel him exhale. “this is perfect,” he mumbled. you hummed an affirmation in response.
you flipped around in his hold, so you could actually look at him. “i do actually have to shower, though,” you smiled. dean hummed affirmatively this time, and leaned forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. you gently pried his arms off of you, and he grunted in annoyance.
to reached for your shampoo, but dean grabbed it from you. “let me,” he answered your wordless confusion. dean proceeded to wash your hair; his calloused hands were so light and relaxing to the touch. you valued this quiet time with dean so very much.
he moved on to the conditioner, and when he was done you removed his hands. he looked at you like you were crazy for a moment. “i have to let it sit for a little. let me do you.” he quirked an eyebrow and looked at you smugly. “oh, please. you know what i meant.”
dean let you wash his hair, and you carded your fingers though his hair and got a few knots out. you’d still have to comb through it, though. but, you didn’t mind that. every few seconds you’d hear him sigh in content.
you grabbed the bet of soap and lathered it on a washcloth, and ran it up and down his body. usually, when you’d shower together there’d be some conversation but this time silence was more preferred on your end. you figured that dean caught on to that when he saw how much work had taken it out of you.
dean returned the favor and washed your body, being careful to get every nook and cranny. you shivered as his hands ran over your body. before dean you weren’t used to being looked at this closely. but now, it was second nature and pretty much commonplace. nudity wasn’t always sexual between the two of you, and you appreciated that you could be vulnerable in front of him, and that he was comfortable being vulnerable in front of you.
after the two of you were clean, dean returned to the hold that he assumed when you’d first gotten into the shower. his chest was flush against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall with every breath. you tried to match his breathing. “should we get out?” you asked.
he was quiet for a moment, “let’s stay in just a little longer.” you nodded, even though you were unsure if he could feel it. “let’s order a pizza.”
summary: dean isn’t used to celebrating his birthday.
content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, some angst, allusions to abuse/neglect, john winchester when i catch you john winchester
notes: happy birthday dean!
word count: 1.1k
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there were a few things that you knew about dean. one, he was a night owl. two, he preferred pancakes over waffles. and three, he was not used to his birthday being remembered, let alone celebrated.
in all the time that you had known him you weren’t even told when his birthday was, at least for a while. given the constant life or death circumstances, it hadn’t crossed your mind to ask when it was or why you didn’t celebrate it. about six months ago you and sam were alone, and you remembered to ask.
sam told you what the date of his birthday was (january twenty-fourth), and the next thing he said just about made your jaw go slack. “we never really celebrated it,” he stated.
“what do you mean, you never celebrated it?”
sam pondered for a moment. “well, our dad always said that we didn’t have time for birthdays or christmas. it just wasn’t something we ever did, i guess.” you swallowed the words you wished to say. lord knows that if you spoke what you were thinking, you might get in trouble.
but sam continued. “dean celebrated my birthday with me a couple times, but our dad didn’t…take that too well. i think after a while he just forgot our birthdays.” your heart sunk. everything you learned about that man made you lean towards violence just a little bit more.
so, you took everything sam had said and you stored it in your brain for later use. eventually, his birthday approached. you figured he wouldn’t be into something super loud and big, considering that he hadn’t had a birthday celebration in what seemed to be quite a while.
two weeks before his birthday, you sat down and planned what you were going to do. you wanted something small, but nonetheless something that at least would make him feel recognized.
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when dean woke up, he noticed that you weren’t in the bed next to him. he sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked around the room. you were nowhere to be seen.
he did notice, however, that the door to your shared bedroom was slightly ajar. and faintly he could hear the noise of pots and pan gently clanking in the kitchen.
he meandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. and there you stood, making breakfast. now you didn’t really have designated meal times; the two of you just ate whenever it seemed necessary. so the oddity of this current situation was not lost to him. “what are you doing?” he questioned.
turning, you saw him standing in the entrance in the kitchen. his shirt was ruffled and you couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. smiling, you answered. “i’m making breakfast.” his eye eyebrows slightly raised, and it seemed as if he looked a little bit shocked.
“why, though?” he followed through with his questioning. “you know, we don’t usually do stuff like this.” nothing in his tone was accusatory. if anything, the volume of his voice lowered in an unusual manner.
you turned back around to face the bacon that you were currently frying. hopefully you weren’t overstepping. maybe he just didn’t like his birthday? perhaps you shouldn’t have done anything at all.
you heard soft footsteps approach you from behind. dean’s hands moved to rest up upon your hips. slowly, he turned you around to look at him. his eyes, they looked…glassy? your brow knit together and your hands went up to hold his cheeks. his bottom lip began to quiver almost imperceptibly.
a silence filled the room. you could only hear the soft splattering of the bacon from behind you, and maybe even the soft hums of his breath as he looked at you. when you spoke, you made sure that your voice was lowered. you didn’t know if sam was here, and it was likely that dean would not want sam to overhear what was going on. “well, it’s kind of an important day. it’s pretty special.“
at this, you saw him look away briefly and blink rapidly. was he trying not to cry? you used your hands and moved his face back to face yours. “are you okay?“ you asked. oh god, you overstepped. and now, he was upset.
surprisingly, he nodded. “yes. i’m great,” he replied. you didn’t push him any further than he wanted to go.
a small, singular tear escaped from the corner of his eye. your thumb rose off his cheek and swiped it away. dean lowered his head into the crook of your shoulder, and pulled you close to him. his hands were sprawled across your back and held you ever so tightly. it looked as though his shoulders were shaking slightly, he was crying. you didn’t say anything.
you mirrored his motions, and pulled him close to you as well. you scratched his back lightly, and ran one hand through his hair. you reached behind yourself and turned the stove off to avoid any accidents. the embrace might have lasted for a few minutes or even longer, but you didn’t really know or care.
then, he spoke. his voice, though muffled, still communicated what he wanted to say clearly. “thank you for remembering,” he said. the quiver in his voice was not lost to you. how could it be that some cheap, overcooked bacon was eliciting such a response?
you kissed the part of his head that was most accessible to you and whispered back to him. “of course. it’s a special day, and you’re special to me.” he pulled away and looked at you. dean’s cheeks were damp and his lips were swollen from crying.
“no one’s ever done something like this for me i-“ a sob wracked his body and cut him off. you pulled him down to kiss you.
you hadn’t known dean for that long, one and a half, maybe two years. but in that time you really gotten close. and while you never verbally defined anything you both knew where the two of you stood.
dean kissed you back instantaneously and with such a fervor that sent a chill up your spine. you could feel the tears that slipped down his face, but didn’t mind in the slightest.
you pulled away and he kissed you once more in a pecking motion. your thumbs wiped away the tears that remained. “and i was thinking,” you started, “that we could go to the diner in town later. get some dinner and pie?”
“just you and me?” he asked, his face lighting up gently.
A/N: Happy Xiumin Day! He may not be my EXO bias, but he’s the reason I listened to them in the first place, so I’ll always have a soft spot for him. Sorry this is short, I hope you enjoy it though!
You were sat at your vanity getting ready for a fancy dinner that Xiumin had booked for your anniversary. Fresh out of the shower, you were just wearing your robe over your underwear to avoid getting make-up dust all over your outfit.
As you got to work on your make-up, you heard Xiumin enter, gathering what he needed to start getting ready too. When you heard the movement stop, you looked up to search from him in the mirror. It wasn’t hard to spot him, staring straight back at you. You could tell he’d seen you notice him as he shamelessly bit his bottom lip while checking you out.
“Min! Stop staring,” you whined, feeling slightly self-conscious under his gaze.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he smirked. “Maybe you should stop being so attractive.”
“I’m not even dressed and made up yet.”
“So?” he countered. “You are and always will be beautiful to me.”
You felt your cheeks heat up as you averted your gaze. Xiumin chuckled as he approached you, placing a kiss on top of your head before walking off to the bathroom. You couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be celebrating an anniversary with someone who appreciated and loved you as much as he did, but you definitely hoped there would be many, many more.
Different - Kyungsoo wants to try something different for a change; dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader; silence kink, choking, rough sex, humiliation
The New Guy - you don’t know anything about computers, but what you do know is the new guy is pretty cute; dom!minseok x sub!reader; humiliation, choking, exhibitionism
The New Guy pt. 2 - Jongdae’s always had a thing for you; sub!chen x reader, humiliation, pain, light cock torture
Birthday Boy - you and the boys go clubbing for Jongin’s birthday; exo x reader, kaisoo x sub!reader; exhibitionism, gangbang, recording, sub!kai
Nineteen - chanyeol’s leaving town, possibly for good, and he wants to make sure you won’t forget him; chanyeol x trans!reader; accurately depicted car sex, angst.
BTS
Pretty - Jungkook’s pretty right? ; dom!reader x sub!jungkook ; power play, crossdressing, noona kink
Natural Family Planning - taehyung x reader; breeding kink, cumplay
Different - Kyungsoo wants to try something different for a change; dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader; silence kink, choking, rough sex, humiliation
The New Guy - you don’t know anything about computers, but what you do know is the new guy is pretty cute; dom!minseok x sub!reader; humiliation, choking, exhibitionism
The New Guy pt. 2 - Jongdae’s always had a thing for you; sub!chen x reader, humiliation, pain, light cock torture
Birthday Boy - you and the boys go clubbing for Jongin’s birthday; exo x reader, kaisoo x sub!reader; exhibitionism, gangbang, recording, sub!kai
Nineteen - chanyeol’s leaving town, possibly for good, and he wants to make sure you won’t forget him; chanyeol x trans!reader; accurately depicted car sex, angst.
BTS
Pretty - Jungkook’s pretty right? ; dom!reader x sub!jungkook ; power play, crossdressing, noona kink
Natural Family Planning - taehyung x reader; breeding kink, cumplay
warnings: bdsm, restraints, choking, orgasm denial, some swearing
summary: kai finally allows you to tie him down and have your way with him
a/n: not too happy with how i wrote this gn reader, but i hope the rest is good!!
korean key:
⦿ ani (아니) = casual form of no; pronounced ah-nee
⦿ aegyo (애교) = display of cute charm; pronounced egg-yo
⦿ ssibal (씨발) = fuck; pronounced she-bahl
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Standing directly over him, you gaze down at Kai, admiring your work. He’s stark naked with his arms and legs tied spread-eagle to the bedposts, and his big eyes are aglow with anticipation as he takes you in too, also nude.
“Please be gentle,” he says softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
You place your hands on your hips. “No promises, babe.”
He sighs before giving a final nod. Bless his patience, you think. Carefully, you step forward, planting your feet on the sheets above his toned shoulders. Your eyes are still firmly glued to his face, eagerly waiting for the desperation to kick in as you launch your torture session.
You’d been trying for a week to convince Jongin to let you take the reins for once. His reasoning for initially not letting you? Because he likes the way you look both beneath him and at his mercy. Well, tough luck for him tonight. His resolve had finally cracked earlier today.
At this angle, with your goodies just a couple feet above his eyesight, Jongin starts feeling his natural desire to take control of the situation, and then it dawns on him that maybe you do deserve a night of flipped roles after all. So far, he had no complaints, thanks to the glorious view.
You bend your knees a bit, lowering your core inches from his face, giving him a little taste of what he can’t have just yet.
“Closer,” he murmurs, eyeing your bits with a visible hunger.
“Yeah?” you match his tone. “Jongie wants to taste me?” Then you bring your hands to your inner thighs and slowly smooth them outward.
Jongin bites his lip at your refusal, so you sink low enough only to allow him a kitten lick at your bits. “I want you,” he pleads.
Your lips were curled into a permanent smile as you took a deep inhale, closing your eyes and letting the current sensation of your heart swelling sink in. Could your body really feel all these things at once? Happiness, shyness, tingles- was it healthy for your heart to skip so many beats in that short amount of time? Maybe it was the beautiful sky looking like a canvas, gently stroked with delicate colors of pink and yellow, sometimes even violet, that made you feel extremely giddy. Perhaps it was Jongin’s sweater making you feel like he was hugging you. Teeth drilled into your lip at the extremely silly thought. It wasn’t cold, not at all. In fact, despite it being evening, the setting sun still radiated warm and comforting rays that would pleasantly burn on the surface of your skin. But a little white lie had escaped your lips before you could’ve even thought it through, telling the clueless Jongin that you were starting to feel a little cold. And now, you were happily floating on the clouds, basking in the sweet musky scent trapped within Jongin’s hoodie.
The white noise of the amusement park was loud but cheerful, happy. The kind of noise that would elate your mood all the way to the stars beyond the sky, sending excited buzzes in every nerve of your body, making your mind rush and it made you want to do all sorts of things that you also had to control yourself from. Like when you and Jongin had been strolling through the different food stalls in the amusement park, talking about the most insignificant thing. His shy index finger had gently nudged your own, asking for permission to lace his fingers with yours, and your heart had been raging so wildly against your ribcage that all your infatuated mind wanted you to do was to grab his face and stamp your lips together before you would die from abstinence…Although you hadn’t kissed yet, although you were still very shy towards each other, there were so many things you wanted to do. You were frankly, almost a bit scared of your own self. These were emotions you had never felt before, and yet, they were so strong, physically pulling you to act into them.
“Sorry! The line was a bit long,” Your heart nearly jumped into your throat when Jongin’s cheerful voice interrupted your train of thought. Turning around, the first thing your eyes met was his starry gaze that immediately lightened up at the sight of you. The smile on his rosy lips was sweeter than pure honey as he stepped even closer, giving you the cotton candy he had bought for you. It was shaped like a rose and the gesture made a gentle, pink hue travel on your cheeks. But he was no different, embarrassedly scratching the back of his neck because he knew that he had made a special order to get it to be like that. He was troubled, wanting to look away because his emotions were too overwhelming, however, drinking in your reaction felt even more tempting.
Your breath was stolen away from your lungs when you finally met his gaze again, only to find him looking like a literal angel. You had no idea how this date had turned into the most romantic movie, but the sunset was making Jongin glow, his gooey skin seemed to resemble sweet caramel underneath the warm colors of the sun. His hair a bit all over the place because of the many rides the two of you had attended, but even so, he was perfect. The way his eyes seemed to hold every star in the universe whenever he would look at you made you feel so loved. The staring session had gotten a bit too intense, you had barely noticed when the two had fallen into a trance. A giggle was bubbling in your throat, but you quickly bit down on your lip to stop it from happening. The innocent action drew Jongin’s eyes towards your mouth as if magnets, but you didn’t notice.
It seemed like Jongin’s favorite thing was to take you by surprise. Because from one moment to the other, his face was extremely close to yours as he leaned in suddenly and took a bite from the cotton candy in your hand. Cold sweat broke on your skin at the whiff of his perfume touching you like a caress on the cheek. Your jaw dropped, not knowing how to react.
“Jongin!” You whined, “I didn’t even taste it yet-” What did breathing even mean? It was as if the action never existed in his dictionary when Jongin placed his slightly agape mouth on yours, letting you feel the sensation of sugar melting on your lips, the cotton candy slowly disappearing and letting your lips connect into the sweetest kiss. It felt like forever at the moment, but when he leaned away you realized how it had only been a few seconds. He was unfair, so unfair as he slowly leaned a bit back. His eyes droopy and telling you that he wanted nothing but to do it again. You wanted it too, a certain sleepiness washing over you.
“I’m sorry,” He then murmured, voice husky and barely audible, sending chills down your spine. “I should’ve asked for permission.” Jongin sounded a little defeated, but you were quick to shake your head and grab the hem of his shirt in reassurance…and also in a silent request.
“Can I do it again?”
“Please.”
That was all he needed to gently take the cotton candy from your hand and slide his other arm around your waist so that he could be closer. So that your chests could be flushed against one another. Your heartbeats melted into one as he parted your lips gently with his, placing them between yours into a slow, sticky lip lock. He tasted like sugar and popcorn as his hand sneakily, yet hesitantly wandered a bit lower, tentatively resting on your hip and drawing lazy circles on your body. You were fully clothed but it felt like his touch burned right through every fabric.
He was the only one.
You knew it from the shy smile of his curling against your teeth as you kissed, from the way he never wanted to let you go of your hand. From the way he wasn’t afraid to let out his hysterical laughter when with you.
From the way he asked you to text him before going to bed so that he would know you were okay.
The things he did to make sure you knew he was yours.
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AHH who would’ve thought the next thing i’d post would be a jongin scenario???!! It’s honestly all thanks to my new bestie @sooibian for tagging me in her little ask game and giving me the sweetest ideas and inspiration >//< so this one is for you nia!! and all my fellow erigoms❤❤❤
pairing: jongin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 123
warnings: none
it had been so long since jongin felt this way towards you. the tug in his chest, butterflies every time he thought of you, the breathlessness every time you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. he convinced himself that you didn’t feel the same way, but he had always known subconsciously that you felt the same. that’s why he wasn’t surprised when you confessed how you felt, or when you kissed him like you’d been waiting to do it for years. still, he couldn’t fight the smile on his face and his racing heart as he melted into your touch. no amount of preparation could have taken the way the shock and excitement of the moment he had been yearning for.
