CW: coming untouched (ish), heavy makeout session, no beta we die like men, and kind of awkward teenagers but that’s totally okay
A/N: hi again sorry this is still pretty short but i’m trying to keep these kind of short and sweet so i can fit more into one day. again, expecting quality to increase as the days go on! also haha yes pun title totally didn’t steal from an satc episode
dean’s lips are clashing against yours as you both lay in your bed, desperation equally evident and muddled between the two of you. you’re so far gone already, you could swear that you’d been at this for hours - but it’s been much less than.
“please,” you breathe out against his lips. his thigh is placed perfectly between yours, and you rock your hips subconsciously, enjoying the sweet warmth settled low in your abdomen.
“i got you, just- give me a second.”
the kiss breaks only long enough for dean to speak, but his hands find your hips in a disappointing motion to halt your movements. his voice is unusually strained.
“you okay?” you hum, a few fingers reaching up in an attempt to brush his hair from his face. dean’s nod in response is less than reassuring, and you cock an eyebrow in confusion until your gaze falls and lands on the print straining almost painfully underneath the fabric of his pants.
a small sigh leaves you at the sight, a flutter between your tensed thighs reminding you of the situation you’re in.
“do you want to stop?”
the question hangs between the two of you, originating from your lips, but it’s clear he wants nothing to do with even the thought of stopping.
so, as an answer, his hands find the bottom hem of your shirt, easing it up and over your head as you so gladly let him.
he sits up to strip himself of his own, tossing it onto the floor next to your bed. your jeans soon follow, and then his, until you’re both left in just your underwear. the only time your lips part from his is to either catch your breath or to steal glances at the pieces of him so beautifully on display.
dean doesn’t steal glances as much as he studies your body with his hands. his palms run along every accessible part of you, drawing moans from your mouth and sending shivers up your spine.
your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs as your lips move to suck and nip at his neck.
his small grunts and hitched breaths eventually become more frequent and obvious when your fingertips graze the skin of his back, and you feel his hips buck forward, accompanied by a strained groan. he tenses, his hands gripping at you before his whole body seems to relax.
you wonder about the elevated reaction until you look down once again, pausing when a wet spot darkening the gray of his boxers catches your eye.
the sight alone sends a wave of pleasure through you, but you still, as does he.
“did you…?” you leave the question unsaid, but based off of the blush tinging his cheeks, you can assume the answer along with his understanding of what you meant.
“i’m- i’m sorry, i’ve never…” he trails off. neither of you have ever gotten so close to the real thing, so it only makes sense for him to have such a reaction to this somewhat tame situation.
“it’s okay. i don’t care.” you shake your head, attempting to shut down his nervousness. you try to ignore the persistent ache in your core as well, not wanting too high of expectations seeing as he’s already finished.
“i’ll still take care of you. don’t worry.”
and with the way his lips continue to work against your sensitive skin, it’s impossible to not believe him.
CW: slight dacryphilia (?), finger sucking, fem receiving oral, no beta we die like men
A/N: yes i’m finally caught up for today this feels sooo freeing. i’m gonna ignore the fact that i’m writing 3-4 more tomorrow… it’s currently midnight and i’ve been writing all day but ENJOY!
“there you go, baby.”
dean’s voice rings throughout the empty motel room as you find your rhythm on his denim clad thigh, each grind of your hips sending a jolt of pleasure up your body.
you’d been needing him all day. now that sam is off doing who knows what, dean plans to take advantage of the desperation that’s clouding your mind.
your rhythm only quickens when his soft lips make their way to your neck, pulling blood to the surface to make quite the display of eroticism. you’ve already lost your jeans somewhere along the way, the friction of cotton against denim making it all the more pleasurable.
dean’s grunts fill the room as well, your movement on his lap having him already halfway gone, but he wants to drag out the experience as long as possible. he’s nowhere near done with you yet.
so, when your hips stutter and a wave of warmth threatens to wash over you, he lifts you up and flips the two of you so he’s propped up on his elbows above you.
“dean, i was so-“ you whine, disappointed from being stopped so close to your climax; but he shushes you, bringing two fingers up to linger by your lips instead.
“come on, open up.” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing to do. so, when you furrow your brows and shake your head in confusion, he tuts.
“you want me to take care of you, don’t you?”
you almost scoff at his question, answering instead with a simple nod. words can’t seem to find you right now - you’re too far gone.
so your mouth opens, taking his fingers in just past the first knuckle and closing your lips around them. he pushes a little farther, feeling your tongue tease his nail beds, and pulls them out once they’re wet.
not that you really needed any extra help with that, anyway. not at this point.
you watch as his hand travels down until it’s right at your pussy, fingers sliding in - slowly, too slowly. your hips move in an attempt to speed the process along, but he sits up and uses his other hand to hold you down by your waist.
you give a rather loud moan when his fingers curl at the knuckle and start pumping in and out of you faster. his name tumbles off of your tongue, your orgasm already approaching from when you were left unsatisfied just moments before.
just when it’s close, so perfectly close, he pulls his hand away and sucks his fingers clean.
“dean, please-“ you can feel your eyes start to water, frustration washing over you.
“please what, sweetheart?”
that innocent look that accompanies the question - god, you can’t decide if you want to fight or fuck him.
“please let me come,” you plead, your bottom lip now trembling lightly.
and he’s never been one to let you down when you say please like that, has he?
at first sight of the tear rolling to the side, dean practically breaks record time when diving down to plant his face right between your thighs.
the motel room fills with indescribably lewd sounds coming from the two of you as his nose rubs perfectly against your clit, his tongue working your folds and lapping up the sweetness that it pulls from you.
you can’t help the moans that leave your mouth anymore, and you almost feel sorry for the people in the other rooms. but there’s no time for empathy or sympathy or whatever when dean winchester is eating you out like it’s his last meal on earth.
the overwhelming stimulation makes more tears sting your cheeks as you finally come, hips rocking against his face and thighs clamping around his head.
when he finally comes up, he kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his lips.
“go clean your face.” you say with a feigned grimace, urging him away, but you know he’ll be back in a split second… and he’s still not done with you.
CW: slight exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, no beta we die like men
A/N: hi so again it’s SHORT i know… one day i’m gonna write a 5k or something word fanfic but that day is unfortunately not this slow saturday night. i have work tomorrow and it’s already super late - wish me luck, and enjoy!!
warm water engulfs your body as you stand underneath the motel shower head, sending a shiver up your spine. you can still see yourself in the mirror above the sink despite steam fogging up the glass door to the shower.
you had left the bathroom door open, allowing some cooler air to circulate into the room - not to mention the fact that sam was out and dean would soon be done bringing stuff in from the car. it had been a stressful hunt, and everyone needs a little relief sometimes, right?
you couldn’t have been more right.
the sound of the room door opening and closing snaps you out of your thoughts.
“that you in there?” dean’s voice sounds from outside the bathroom. you give a small ‘yeah,’ and a dark figure appears through the fog on the glass. you can’t really see, but you can obviously tell it’s dean. a small chuckle escapes you at the idea of him watching, and you reach out to wipe the condensation blocking his view, seeing his eyes immediately light up.
“woah,” he mutters, a goofy grin gracing his lips as he leans back against the counter.
your hands trail along your wet and soapy skin, one of them slowly making its way down to your now-dripping heat. dean’s belt buckle clinks a few times before hitting the floor.
“the fog’s back, baby. let me see you.”
instead of wiping it away again, you turn around and press your ass up against the glass, bending over and smiling as you hear a more than pleased sigh leave him.
you stand back up and face the door to see his hand now moving along himself, his jeans dropped below his hips.
“you gonna get in here or what?” your tone is teasing, and he grumbles as he somewhat clumsily steps out of his jeans.
“i’m coming, i’m coming,”
the rest of his clothes are on the bathroom floor in record time, stepping into the shower with you. he’s sporting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.
CW: come licking, restraint (handcuffs), subby sam, no beta we die like men
A/N: hi wow it feels like it’s been forever since I posted anything like this. i’ve been really struggling so let’s pretend it didn’t take me like 15 years to write this
the metal cuffs gleam from the brothers’ stock in the trunk of the impala. dean’s returning all his stuff from the hunt to their collection of weapons, sam’s in the passenger seat, and you’re staring into the trunk - the handcuffs are staring back. you have to hide a smile as an idea pops into your head.
when dean looks away, your hand darts forward to grab the cuffs, shoving them into the back pocket of your jeans. surely he won’t mind; you’ve never once seen them use these things, and they’ll be back safely in the car soon enough.
later that night, you find yourself alone with sam, thanks to dean probably taking shelter at some rundown bar.
it doesn’t take long for the tension in the air to heat up your conversations, eventually leading to your lips crashing against his, the old box springs of the bed squeaking beneath the two of you. his lips are soft and his tongue overwhelms your taste buds with something you can only describe as him. it’s harder to imagine anything sweeter in the world - besides the moments that are yet to come.
you break away from the kiss, heart almost melting at the confused and disappointed furrow in his brows.
“get all this off,” your hand gives a wide gesture to the clothes still regrettably covering his body. he listens, of course, a pile of discarded fabric appearing on the floor just a moment later.
the cuffs clink as you reach back to pull them out of your pocket. sam’s eyes widen, but the corner of his mouth almost twitches up into a smirk at the sight.
“those for me?” his eyebrow quirks with curiosity, only to be answered with a sly nod.
“turn around.”
he hesitates before standing up, his back facing you from your spot on the edge of the bed. you gather both of his wrists before tightening the cuffs around them.
he ends up back on the bed, laying on his back, his flushed cock leaned against his abdomen. your mouth practically floods at the sight.
you wrap your hand around him, feeling him twitch in your grip and relishing the sound of his soft groans. your fingers don’t stay on him forever, though; you switch your focus to undressing, each layer of clothing coming off painfully slowly. it’s obvious that it affects him - small whimpers leaving his mouth, his hips bucking up ever so slightly - so you only slow down more.
once you’re finally bare, you bring your hips up to meet his, pressing his leaking tip between your folds. a hiss leaves both of you at the sweet, relieving feeling. he rocks his hips up, and you tut, pulling off of him.
“please,” he whimpers.
“please what?”
“i need to be inside you,” his voice is broken as he answers. as much as you’d like to drag this process on, you can’t find it in you to deny those desperate words. so you give in.
you sink onto him, eyes squinting shut at the burn that comes with the stretch of fitting him. his eyes fall shut, too, but from the feeling of you clenching around him when the head of his cock brushes your cervix.
your hips rock slowly as you adjust to him. he doesn’t move yet, half savoring the feeling and half worrying that you’ll stop if he tries to take over. you reward his patience with some quicker, harder movements, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest.
it’s not long before all your pent up need builds rapidly in your lower abdomen before snapping, making your legs shake on either side of him and a loud cry leaves your mouth.
his eyes are locked onto your face as it twists with pleasure. a few pathetic whimpers escape his lips before he pushes his hips back against the bed and urges you off of him with a quick word. his cock twitches - once, twice - before shooting thick ropes of cum up his abdomen and all the way to his chest.
you can feel exhaustion and relief wash over you, but you focus first on the wasted cum painting his damp skin. leaning down, your tongue darts out to press against him and drag up his body until your taste buds are covered with his semen that you swallow right after.
CW: bittersweet?? sort of idiots in love except it’s never really resolved and kind of just angsty and yearning, lots of pov switching (from dean-ish to reader), no beta we die like men
A/N: hi!!! so this is just sort of a placeholder oneshot until i get a few chapters of my series finished. i’m super proud of myself for actually getting an idea and finishing it. i’m not super sure what this is? i was just listening to everywhere by tim mcgraw and i liked the idea so it’s sort of inspired by that song. also yay it’s a longer fic for once!
To Dean, his wallet was more than just a home to credit cards that were never really his. It held a faded picture of a childhood friend: you. Your sweet and strangely untouchable face stared at him through the clear sleeve that should have held his license. The aging ink grounded him; it judged him every time he slid a wad of cash from the leather, and it comforted him every time he landed wearily in front of the steering wheel of his car.
The picture served as a not-so-gentle reminder to not let anything—or anyone—get too close. Your absence was proof that everything he loved would eventually slip through his fingers, no matter how hard his nails dug subconsciously into his palm day in and day out. He wasn’t so sure why his heart lurched every time he opened his wallet. The two of you didn’t end on bad terms; you were both young, and he fell into the timely routine of being dragged around by John. He and Sam crossed yet another county line, and Dean could’ve sworn you’d crossed it with him—except you weren’t there in the backseat. Not on the side of the highway, not in some cheap diner or motel lobby; and that’s when he realized that everything really can come to an end.
The day he left was the day he found the picture in the small stash of his belongings, finding its way into his billfold. He spent weeks wearing down the fold of his wallet, hoping that somehow, no matter how unrealistic, you’d appear next to him. It worked sometimes, even if only in his dreams; if he were lucky, he’d see you in the passenger seat of his oddly smooth-running Impala. Those weeks of wishing turned into months, months turned into years, and they seemed to never slow down.
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As for you, you had no picture. Dean hadn’t been much for cameras, especially not when he was in front of the lens. If you’d seen that little Polaroid he kept, you’d probably have huffed at the symbolism. Not everyone is blessed with the ever-so-apparent disease of depression. In your more recent years, as you grew older, you found yourself constrained by the tethers of your feelings—almost like your spirit faded with the ink when it crossed into another state.
You’d occasionally wish you could find the means to lead a better life for yourself. Unlike the luckier of the Winchesters, you barely finished high school with a GED. Intelligence never shone through enough to excuse your absences and overall lack of effort. Nevertheless, you managed to find yourself a job as a waitress at some rundown burger joint. The small town in Missouri didn’t have too many options for new hires, and it turns out that a knack for putting on an overly beaming smile will override education hindrances in such a place. Of course, a pretty face may have been half the reason for getting so lucky.
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It isn’t often that fate has good things planned for Dean—not the fate that exists in his mind, anyway—nor is it often that he and his brother would wind up in this part of Missouri. The trees were bare, and the dull color of the grass mirrored his excitement, or lack thereof, for yet another case. ‘A simple salt and burn’ is what they had decided on. Maybe if you had been there, your legs folded as you sat in the dark backseat, the ground would’ve flooded with color and the trees would have finally blossomed.
Through the loud music coming through the stereo, Dean could feel his stomach rumble, interrupting his sappy thoughts. A bright neon sign caught his eye. Some shitty diner, probably; greasy burgers to satisfy the empty need. Good enough for him. The wheel turned without a second thought, and he found himself parked crookedly in between some cracked, faded lines.
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It didn’t seem like a night of work could’ve possibly gotten any more boring than that. You’d been bussing tables for hours, most of which were already clean; there weren’t exactly a million customers flooding in on a Monday, but you needed something to do. The door opened and triggered a bell, the sound ringing in some distant part of your mind.
“I’ll be right with you! ” you said, not looking up from the table. Most customers just sat themselves, waiting for you to bring them menus and ask them the same questions you do every time you clock in.
The only thing that pulled you from the repetitive motion of the rag against the table was a familiar voice coming from the booth on the other side.
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“What can I get started for you today?”
Dean’s eyes snapped up at the question, immediately forgetting any trace of conversation between him and Sam. His stomach dropped when he processed the sight in front of him.
It was you. Still biologically the same girl from before, but part of him didn’t recognize you. Your eyes didn’t carry that same spark anymore, your posture wasn’t as confident, and your smile wasn’t as genuine. That wasn’t his dream—you; he’d never imagine you to be anything but that happy girl from before. He’d never dare to put you through sadness—not even in the depths of his mind.
“I, uh… I’ll take the bacon cheeseburger.” His eyes darted back down to the menu, like you just made him forget absolutely everything.
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That fateful day erased years of yearning from afar. Sheepish conversation led to a rekindling of whatever fondness there was between the two of you (not that it ever really disappeared), and that led to… you dropping everything. Not that there was much to leave behind. You never left the whole hunting gig, so it wasn’t a big deal for you to join them. It had the chance to feel like everything was normal again.
And it was—mostly. Life had caught up to the three of you in very, very unfortunate ways. Dean no longer saw little visions of you that made his heart flutter; he saw you. You, warm and real. The type of warmth that, ironically, made his chest sink. It was like some stupidly delicious-looking donut at the end of a treadmill: tempting, but unreachable. He had recognized the change in you on that day he saw you for what you had become. He hadn’t seen anything bad—he could never see bad in you—but he saw a deep desolation in your eyes that could only worsen if he allowed himself into your life. He’ll keep believing that, anyway.
For now, he’ll admire from a few feet away. You could be anywhere, doing anything, and he’ll always see the same image in his mind.
That day when the three of you stopped at the beach in North Carolina. You looked for shells the whole time you were there—didn’t find anything—but when you made it back to the car, Dean handed you the prettiest shell you’d ever seen.
Or maybe that time you found some wild blackberries in Georgia that ended up being too sour, and your face screwed up at the taste. So much for being adventurous.
Dean let the sun play tricks on him so he could take a few glorious seconds to imagine the bright light gleaming off of a tiny diamond on your ring finger. Maybe someday he’ll make that illusion come true.
But no matter what, in his heart, he’ll always see you everywhere.
A/N: hi i’m gonna pretend that this underwhelming and short thing didn’t take me like 3 days to write.. not like a full 3 days but a very unmotivated couple hours. enjoy, and sorry for taking so long!!
soft light filters in through the curtains of your bedroom, making you squint your eyes once they flutter open.
ben is next to you on the mattress. his breathing is slow and steady, and you savor the sound. it would probably lull you right back to sleep if you didn’t already feel so rested.
you turn to face him, eyes trailing down and landing on quite the bulge in his pale sweatpants. a small smile graces your lips as an idea forms in your mind. something he’s done for you before, but you had yet to return the favor.
you make your way down the length of the bed until you’re eye-level with his core, reaching to hook a finger in the waistband of his pants and stretching the elastic until it’s sitting slightly below his erection. his boxers are next, sliding them down and watching his dick spring out, flushed at the tip.
it falls back to rest against his abdomen. you reach to wrap your fingers around the base, bringing it closer to your mouth to drag your tongue once along the underside of his shaft. when you reach the head of his cock, you press a kiss to the most sensitive part of him before taking him slowly into your mouth. it’s a bit of a stretch - you need to curl your lips to keep your teeth from hitting him, one of your hands pumping the part of him that you can’t fit into your mouth. when you look up, his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are parted slightly.
he’s still clearly asleep until you hollow your cheeks, a groan leaving his mouth. you have to stop yourself from smiling around him, your free hand holding the hair from your own face as your head bobs up and down, taking him deeper and deeper.
his eyes flutter open in slight confusion, but that quickly disappears as soon as he realizes exactly what he’s feeling, looking down at you.
“mm, fuck,” his voice is raspy, head falling against the pillow when his tip kisses the back of your throat.
“been wonderin’ when it would be my turn.” his hand makes its way to your hair. he’s starting to become a little more conscious, the feeling sitting low in his stomach only becoming more obvious as the fuzziness leaves his mind.
you register the slightly salty taste of pre-cum as it spans the surface of your tongue. it doesn’t take long for him to finish - the vibrations of your soft moans around him, the feel of it all, the way you look up at him - warm spurts are soon sent down your throat. you run your hand along him a few more times before pulling off of him with a lewd pop of your lips.
“lemme see,” his hand is on your chin, tilting your head up to watch as you open your mouth, showing him the aftermath of his release before you swallow.
the second best part of him having eaten you out - getting to return the favor.
i love joining the companions every time because wdym there are love interests that aren’t aela or one of the twins??
(i’m gonna pretend that farkas totally didn’t run from the temple right after this and glitch off the map. i’ve restarted my game and i legitimately think he’s gone for eternity but whatever)
