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this is still an archive blog, but I have a shit ton of ficrecs in my drafts (both my own and stuff I've set to reblog and then never did).
this is all shit I drafted like..... probably a decade ago. I have no idea what quality they'll be, or if they even exist, and I'm not gonna check all the links. I'll just set them to queue and reblog a few over the next few days. just so they don't drown in there forever.
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god bestows dean with crow's feet in his late twenties, and sam can't stop touching them. feel out the lines of his face that aren't scars, 'cause dean's body is riddled with those. sam likes to touch those too, but they always bring him back, twists and knots his insides because he remembers, almost feels a phantom pain because he and dean are one and the same.
the crow's feet tell tales of their own, but they're better ones. without the pain and trauma.
it tells the story about sam losing his first tooth, and dean grinning with pride 'cause sam had pulled it out without crying. he had held dean's hand so tight right before it happened, his fingers had gone white.
it tells the story of dean laughing himself to tears because sam got kissed on the cheek in first grade and proceeded to trip and fall into a potted plant.
it also reminds sam of the time he had told dean he was sam's favorite person in the whole, wide, wide world, no, actually, his favorite person in the "wholeness of space"! and dean had snorted and told him that space is infinite sammy, because sam was still too young to understand the vastness of it all. and sam had grinned wide and yanked at his shirt and told him that's how much he loved him. if sam had been any older, he might've caught the way dean hugged him then, tight and with his heart swelling in his chest.
so sam touches. and he runs the pad of his finger along them until dean bats his hand away, and then he presses a kiss there, because really, sam put them there, so he can claim them as his.
Dean x original female character - Explicit, 1.8k. (AO3)
The woman at the bar looks to be in her late-40s, soft skin marked with age and experience, and Dean can't take his eyes off of her. It's been a long time since he hit on a woman his age or older, they tend to either be too shy or too hard to get. And it's not like Dean sways away from a challenge, but younger girls are easier. Has that kind of pornstar fuck energy he needs when he just wants a quickie before he skips town.
This time, he doesn't mind if it takes time, though. They're not leaving town for a couple of days still, holed up here to help Bobby out with a case. If Dean sleeps in (or doesn't sleep at all) the next morning, it doesn't matter.
So he slides up on a stool, puts on his best smile and turns to her.
"Anyone ever told you you look stunning in blue?"
The woman only startles a little bit, seemingly lost in thought as he invaded her space. She smiles, big and bright.
"Some. You're the first one today, though."
"Dean." He offers his hand. With tilt of her head, she does the same, palm down.
"Sophia."
"Nice to meet you, Sophia," he smiles, taking the offered hand to kiss the top of it. "You here alone?"
"Not anymore, I hope."
It's as open of an invitation as any, Dean thinks, and pulls his stool closer.
It only takes him forty minutes to charm her into bed. Thirty to secretly grope under the bar desk. Twenty to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. Ten to make her blush.
It feels like he's the one in control through the whole thing, and he is. What he doesn't know, is that at the end of the night, that will have changed.
She brings him home to her place, only a few blocks down the road. It's a small apartment, but it smells nice and looks lived-in. He kicks off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket, and when he finally follows her into the living space, she's already stepping out of her panties.
Dean's mouth waters and the grin on his face is just on the right side of predatory. She sheds her own jacket and then slips the dress off her shoulders, revealing her naked body.
"Perfect, aren't you?" Dean says, voice low and appreciative as he steps closer to touch the softness of her belly, the tips of his fingers sliding into curly, dark hairs. A hand on his wrist stops him from reaching the final destination, but she smiles once more, looking confident and aroused.
"Undress and lay on the bed."
She gestures to her bedroom, and Dean only raises his eyebrows in surprise before he complies with the order, stepping out of clothes as he goes. When he drops down on the bed and sits up against the headboard, his cock is already fattening up in his lap, and he tugs at it lazily as he waits for her to join him.
Sophia enters the room after a few minutes, and crawls onto the bed moments later. Dean moves to get closer and she presses her hand to his chest.
"Lay down," she repeats, sounding more determined this time. "Flat."
"Okay," he chuckles, doing as he's told because, really, he doesn't mind being bossed around a little.
"I haven't done this in a long time," she says, and her hand rests on his thigh, fingertips rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of it. "Spread your legs, baby."
There's a moment's hesitation, a quick-flash of a frown on Dean's face. "What are we doin', exactly?"
"Do you trust me?"
It's a silly question, because Dean doesn't trust anybody, let alone some lady he met 45 minutes ago at a random bar. So when he just looks at her for a moment before nodding and doing as he's told, he figures maybe they're both a bit surprised.
"Good boy," she praises, and she sounds a bit taken aback by her own arousal, and it makes Dean's breath quicken too. There's a flush creeping up his neck and to his cheeks at the praise.
Her fingers slip up to his balls, feather light touch before she puts them in her hand, cradling, squeezing, massaging. His cock quirks up again and does a little twitch, and she laughs softly.
"Someone wants attention," she murmurs, and as she continues to massage Dean's balls, she licks up the length of his cock, letting out a soft moan as she does.
Usually the girls Dean hooks up with is so desperate for dick they jump his bones once they're in a private space — sometimes they'll even do it in public if it gets bad enough — but he has never experienced someone wanting to pleasure him first. He's had some blowjobs, but they've mostly been to get him prepared. This feels... Different.
Sophia spreads her legs wide and Dean can only visualize the way her pussy clenches around nothing, hungry for something to fill her up, and it drives him mad that he can't see it. He reaches out with his hand, touches her thigh, and she pulls off his dick enough to look up at him.
"Did I tell you you could touch me?"
Dean drops his hand and shakes his head. It's not said with anger or offensiveness. It's a hidden command, and he knows how to follow those.
"You getting hungry for it? I can tell. Felt you swelling on my tongue," she tells him, and her hips sway as if she wants to tease. "I want it too. Gonna have me dripping by the end of this."
"Fuck."
"Yeah, there we go baby. So pretty."
She seems pleased to have him make noise, and Dean doesn't mind being vocal. When she finally takes the tip of him into her mouth, he drops his head and groans, fingers fisting into the sheets.
What follows is a phenomenal blow job, wet and loud and messy. She sucks him to full hardness, drools him wet and gags on each deep stroke. She doesn't care that her eyes water, or that her nails dig into the skin of his thigh. If Dean didn't know any better, he'd argue that Sophia entered a trance once she took him in.
"Jesus, you're gonna make me come."
She pulls off with the most obscene pop, his cock bouncing, and for a moment she just stares at it.
"No. You can hold it."
She spits suddenly, wetting her palm, and wraps it around his cock. It's not necessary, the way his cock has been leaking pre-come and is covered in spit and drool from before, but it's about the idea of it, he figures.
Her hand sets a quick pace, the snick-snick sound of it loud in the quiet room. Dean's eyes shoot up at her, wide and dark, and now he's getting lost in it, too far gone to even think.
"Fuck... Fuck, oh Christ."
"Such a beautiful cock on you, can't fucking believe it," she moans, and the hand doesn't stop, it won't fucking stop, goes the same pace, from root to tip, and Dean wants to trash around and buck his hips, but something tells him she wants him still. So he shakes. He shakes, and he would sob if he was a bit more drunk.
"Please. Sophia, let me—"
"No," she insists, and now her fingers tighten around the head, doesn't even work the full shaft. She edges the head of him, spits at it and quickens the pace, and Dean's eyes roll back.
He's gonna come. He's gonna shoot so fucking much he might pass out—
The hand is gone.
He can't help it, his hips chase and lift off the bed, and there it is — he sobs — because this is unfair.
"Dean, you can do it. Can't you? For me?" He shakes his head. He can't.
His eyes is squeezed closed, because he can't handle looking at her in that moment. There's a shift on the bed, a rattle of a drawer, and when he finally blinks his eyes open, Sophia rips open a condom.
His poor, sensitive dick leaps in his lap.
"Don't come," she says, and it nearly sounds like a plea, as she rolls the condom onto him, slow and deliberate. Dean whines so loud he has to bite his lip not to feel embarrassed.
She finally throws a leg over his lap, yet she keeps her hips up as she instead leans down to press her mouth to Dean's nipple.
"I'm sad I won't feel it, but we gotta be safe," Sophia sighs, and Dean feels her hand move between them before she wraps her hand around him. Her hips lower a bit and the hand guides him to her cunt, slaps it against her slit before she rides the length with her folds.
Dean's hips shake again by the force of resisting the orgasm, his balls tight and cock solid against her.
The first press of his head inside is torture. She's so warm and tight around him, and she makes a loud keening noise, like she's the one being edged.
She slides down, slow. Pulls up again before she's halfway and pulls off entirely. "Not only is it a pretty cock, it's thick too."
Again she guides him to her hole, and this time she sinks down until she's fully seated.
"Fuck," she groans, and she dig her fingers into his chest as she sets a slow pace, nice roll of her hips as she moves up and down the length, circular motions every third pull and push.
"Touch me," she moans, and Dean's hands are on her hips immediately. They move across her belly, her tits, thumb digging into her hip bone before he moves lower, finding her clitoris. He rubs against it almost roughly, and she gasps, tightening around him, and he regrets it immediately, his hands flying to her thighs to squeeze and hold.
"You've been such a good boy," she praises, and suddenly she sets a near-brutal pace, riding him hard as she squeezes and pulls him in.
"You can come now."
Dean barely gets to make an effort, hips stuttering into action as he grips her tight and pulls her down as he shoves up. It only takes two or three thrusts before his orgasm is torn out of him. He can't tell which one of them cries out the loudest, but when he comes to, she's shaking on top of him, full-body convulsions as she suddenly collapses and crushes their bodies together.
The sweaty tangled mess of their bodies rise and fall in time with their breaths as they come down together, and Dean thinks he might be in Heaven.
Penny! Do you have any good wincest fics to rec? c:
Yissssssss! Have some of my favs plus some J2 for good measure:
(Not) Right in the HeadFurther NorthAlmost Heaven Kokomocompany with honestyThe Knuckles of Skinnybone TreeColdChanges in TopographyImprintedThe Calendar Hung ItselfFor Thine Is the KingdomThe Trouble with You Is the Trouble with MeThis is How it WorksSwear By All FlowersChiz’sUnaskedCouncil for the Defense
And the thing about this moment that gets to me so much — John is mad at Sam, so he takes it out on Dean in a petty way. In an episode that was about replaying patterns of their family life, that was a very telling note. Insulting/belittling Dean is John’s way of letting off steam after a frustrating conversation with his other son.
And what’s telling about that is that John raised Dean to be perfectly obedient and not to talk back; so when he’s taking his anger out on Dean it’s because he knows that Dean won’t say anything. It’s the horrible parent equivalent of punching a pillow when you’re angry- except that in this case the pillow can actually feel all of the blows that land on it.
It’s also John’s way of blaming Dean for Sam’s insolence — for saying that Dean did an inadequate job of raising Sam, because Sam doesn’t respect John. Because Sam sees Dean in the father role, when John intended for Dean to be the mother.
When John says this to Dean, he isn’t talking about the Impala at all, he’s talking about Sam. He wouldn’t have given Sam to Dean if he’d known Dean was going to ruin him.
Not literally of course, but yes. John intended Dean to be the mother, but Sam rejected John’s claim of father when he gave Dean the amulet. John wasn’t there for him and didn’t deserve his respect. Dean did.
nutkin
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,052
Summary: Sam and Dean talk about the past.
Tana’s Opinion: This fic was nothing short of spectacular. I’m not a huge fan of Soulless!Sam and Dean fics, because they often feel non-consensual to me, but, this one just blew me away. This fic will drive you insane, it’ll make you cry, it’ll make you weep, it’ll make you cling to the nearest solid person alive. Tears automatically rolled down my eyes as I read this, and despite the NC-17 warning, it’s not at all porny. I mean, it is, towards the end, but not that intense. The writing — is just beautiful as well. I mean, I can’t begin to explain how expansive the author’s vocabulary is. The words are haunting and it’s almost like you’re watching Sam and Dean— having this conversation. I don’t want to give too much away, but if you so much as think of shipping Wincest, you’ll read this. Even if you don’t, this fic is well worth the read.
Title: What Comfort it Brings
Author:
nutkin
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 4k
Summary: It’s the last year of Dean’s life. Sam’s got plenty more.
Tana’s Opinion: This fic was painful to read. From beginning to end. But it’s a good kind of torture. You know what’s going to happen. You see how hard Sam’s fighting. And you see how messed up they are and how much they don’t want whatever is happening to them. I stayed up nearly all night thinking about this fic. It captures both Sam and Dean so well, the characterization is right on point and ugh, just make sure you have a box of tissues handy.
Title: Things You Remember
Author:
nutkin
Pairing: Sam Wesson/Dean Winchester
Rating: R
Word Count: 710
Summary: Dean remembers everything. Sam doesn’t.
Tana’s Opinion: This stupid fic is only 710 words long and it chews your heart out. You can feel it breaking. I’m not sure what consent level this would be, but I’d peg it as dub-con, just to be safe. You can nearly feel Dean’s emotions ripping a hole in your heart. Ugh. I can’t even with this fic.
Author: _mournthewicked
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 41,000
Summary: Jensen Ackles led a great life. It just wasn’t the one he planned on. Now he’s newly single, stuck at a job he hates, and sharing an apartment with his lovably psychotic best friend. When he’s given the chance to go back and do it all over again, he leaps at it. Only he soon comes to realize that no matter what’s in front of him, it’s impossible to leave the past behind. Considering what he’d be giving up, he might not even want to. (17 Again - J2 Style.)
Title: How Many Floors to Realize
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Smith/Wesson)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~26,700
Summary: AU from the end of It’s A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren’t somewhat entertaining, right?
SPN RPF Femslash fic: (Not Your Average) Date Night [Danneel/Genevieve, NC-17]
Title: (Not Your Average) Date Night
Author: exmanhater
Fandom: SPN/CW RPF
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve, voyeur!Lauren Cohan
Word count: 2,800
Content notes: exhibitionism/voyeurism, negotiated power difference, humiliation, dirty talk, orgasm denial (well, at first).
Summary: Date night at the Cortese/Harris household is just a little bit different, and Genevieve wouldn’t have it any other way.
