Hi! I'm Kiri, and I am 31 years old. I am comfortable with She / They pronouns. I've been on this hell site for 13+ years and will probably never escape. I am an 18+ blog so MDNI!! As an artist, I am also heavily against the use of AI as it hurts not only our creativity, but our environment as well.
I am also Dean Winchesters hot gf 😌💅🏻 No, I won't hear any objections (/j) and soldier boys side ho
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who me? oh I'm just thinking about dean winchester being touch starved . . .
💻 : touch starved! dean soft x reader
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touch starved! dean who always leaves his hand lingering on whatever object he hands just to feel your hand touch his for a little longer.
touch starved! dean is the kind of person that will stare at your hands until sam nudges him to focus on what someone is saying about a case.
touch starved! dean that loves it when you help him with his injuries just because he feels your warmth on his skin.
touch starved! dean that leans into you whenever you fix his hair or hug him after not seeing him for so long.
touch starved! dean who wants to rests his hand on your thigh so bad that he twitches while driving in the impala with sam in the back sleeping.
touch starved! dean who needs more than both your skin brushing against each other
touch starved! dean who poured everything into the kiss you shared with his hand on the back of your neck, one on your waist, his body against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
touch starved! dean who feels at peace every time you're sleeping next to him and your limbs being tangled together.
Was thinking of some… touch starved Dean with a female reader?
Smut but very intimate.. just cradling Dean in your arms while you take him. Always had this idea floating around in my head of being on top while holding his big head with my small arms. So my chest is pressed under his chin and he just burrows his nose in my shoulder..
I love your blog sm and couldn’t wait to give you my first ask💕💕
⋆｡ ˚ hold me like this
summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean, aching for touch he rarely asks for, lets you cradle him close while you ride him slow.
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean winchester x reader ( f )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 713 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ soft smut!!
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ explicit sexual content, touch starvation, intimate sex, emotional vulnerability, soft dom reader, gentle penetration, slight size difference emphasis
notes ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ִ❀໋ consider supporting my work .ᐟ
you’re on top, thighs bracketing his hips, and the motel room feels smaller than usual. just the low hum of the heater and the sound of dean breathing against your skin. he’s so warm beneath you, broad and solid, yet right now he feels fragile in a way that makes your chest ache.
you cup the back of his head with both hands, your smaller arms wrapping around him like you can hold all of him together. his forehead presses to your sternum, nose buried deep in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. every shaky exhale ghosts hot across your collarbone.
“that’s it,” you whisper, sinking down another inch. he stretches you perfectly, thick and hard and already twitching inside you. “i’ve got you, d.”
a low, broken sound vibrates against your chest. not quite a moan. something smaller. needier. his arms circle your waist, hands splaying wide across your back like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.
you roll your hips slow, grinding instead of bouncing. your breasts press soft and warm under his chin, skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. he nuzzles closer, lips brushing the swell of one breast, then hiding again in the crook of your neck like he can’t decide whether he wants to taste you or disappear completely.
“been so long,” he mumbles against your skin. his voice cracks halfway through. “didn’t realize how bad i… fuck.”
you tighten your arms around his head, fingers threading through short hair, cradling him like something precious. you rock a little harder and he groans, the sound muffled against you. his hips lift to meet yours, desperate and uncoordinated, like his body is chasing contact more than release.
“i know,” you breathe. the words feel too honest, too raw. “i’ve got you. just feel me.”
you keep one hand on the back of his head, the other sliding down to grip his shoulder. every time you sink down fully, taking him to the hilt, his breath stutters.
he’s shaking. actually shaking. you can feel the fine tremors in his thighs, in the arms wrapped around you. his mouth opens against your shoulder, teeth grazing lightly, then soothing with his tongue. needing to taste, to feel, to consume the warmth he’s been starving for.
you tilt your head, pressing your cheek to his hair. “you’re safe here. with me. let it out, baby.”
a whimper escapes him then. real and quiet and so unlike dean it makes your heart clench. you ride him a little faster, still deep, still close. the wet sound of your bodies meeting is soft. sweat slick between your chests. his nose stays buried in your shoulder like it’s the only place he wants to be.
you squeeze around him on purpose and his whole body jerks.
“shit—sweetheart—” his voice is wrecked. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”
“i won’t,” you promise, lips against his temple.
dean touches people like he’s waiting for them to break at the contact. but right now, he’s letting you hold him, letting you surround him, letting you fuck him slow while he hides his face in your body. your arms start to burn from holding his head so close, but you don’t loosen them. not even a little.
he comes first, hips stuttering up into you with a muffled groan that vibrates straight into your chest. you follow right after, clenching around him, forehead pressed to his hair as the pleasure rolls through you warm and heavy.
afterward, you don’t move. you stay wrapped around him, his softening cock still inside you, his face still tucked into your neck and shoulder. his breathing slowly evens out, but his arms stay locked around your waist.
you stroke his hair, gentle and slow. “you can have this whenever you need it,” you whisper. too honest. a little clumsy.
dean doesn’t answer with words. he just presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, then hides his face again like he’s not ready for you to see whatever expression he’s making.
the ache in your arms matches the faint, sweet ache between your legs. you hold him tighter anyway, and for a little while longer, dean winchester lets himself be held like he matters more than anything else.
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Heyy everyone!
Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, one that has been repeatedly requested by my lovely patreon members-- with a caveat!
There were frequent requests for two scenes: one where Sophie tells Howl to find her in the future, and the 'There you are' scene in the beginning.
I decided to bridge the gap between these two scenes and show something we've never seen before - the secret moment when Howl tracks Sophie down using matching ring he gave to Sophie. If you'll notice in the movie, it's sparkling just as he puts his hand on her shoulder. I thought it would be a fun 'what if' fanart for this off-screen theory. :)
Tomodachi Life needs a hater update everyone is getting along too well. Where’s the drama??? The fights?? Most I’ve gotten is my Miis being mildly irritated or disappointed
