In order to cope with episode 7 of to be hero x me and @booskiroo of toxic yaoi of Yen/ Shang De (Yang Chengs uncle and Shang Chaos dad)
Yen pissed us off so bad we made him gay with internalized homophobia in a complicated relationship relationship whos a sheet eater
Dont stop us nobody can stop us this will be a thing
(Do expect fanart)
Please note : this is not canon compliant AT ALL this is just us trying to have fun with creating things in contrast to our more serious works that we have made
Reflections in Silence invites you to step into the quiet moments of a journey marked by loss, guilt, and the tentative steps toward forgiveness. Luke Drako crosses paths with Mystogan — a figure as familiar with solitude as he is with magic. This brief encounter unfolds into a shared understanding of pain and the hope that comes with opening one’s heart again.
In the shadowed woods near Mount Valtia, two mages carry heavy burdens but find strength in a silent, knowing glance. A story about the difficulty of returning, and the power of those who wait.
As soon as Sam turns 15, Dad recruits him into the “family business” to try to make him understand that he can’t leave. Sam now hunts alongside either Dad or sometimes Dad will send him with me to gather information from witnesses and victims.
This goes on for almost six months before Dad informs us that he and Sam are heading south to Orlando from Memphis while he is sending me north to Indiana to meet up with Bobby; there’s been a few ghastly unexplainable deaths in Arcadia the older hunter needs help with.
I bid them goodbye before watching them leave the hotel in the pickup truck Dad ‘picked up’ so I could take the Impala. I throw my duffel in the backseat before sliding behind the wheel.
“Well, it’s just you and me now Baby,” I tell the car with a smile. “Let’s get the lead out. What’d’ya say sweetheart?”
I never make it to hunt with Bobby. I’m sure whatever is haunting the town is taken care of; Bobby is excellent at his job.
That’s because when I stop at a joint in Cicero for a late night drink, I meet and spend the whole fucking weekend with Lisa Braeden.
Sitting at the bar in the dimly lit tavern minding my own business, I can’t help but notice that for a week night-Thursday, to be exact-the place is packed, the music is pumping and booze is flowing.
Across the dancefloor is a group of ladies, obviously celebrating something with the way they are dancing around, laughing, a glass in each of their hands. I briefly wonder what the occasion is but my attention is called back to the bartender when he asks if I’m ready for a top off.
“Sure buddy.”
Before the liquor fills the glass, the stool beside me is taken and I glance to the side to see one of the women from the group there. She is ordering another round as I take her in. Long dark brown hair, thin body. She looks at me and smiles and I notice her eyes are almost the same color as her hair; they remind me of melted chocolate. When she smiles her eyes light up and makes the whole world seem brighter.
“Hi,” she says as she waits for the bar back to gather her order. “I’m Lisa.”
“Dean,” I tell her and stick out my hand to shake.
“Dean,” Lisa repeats with a nod and shakes my hand. “You’re not from around here are ya?”
How this girl already has my number is beyond me. I say one word and she already knows I’m not local.
I chuckle as I pick up my whiskey and sip, whistling through the burn. Top shelf shit doesn’t burn but I don’t think this place would even know what top shelf anything is.
“Uh, no. Here for a job,” I tell her and turn on my stool. “But I could be persuaded to delay my meeting.” I lie.
Lisa looks over her shoulder toward her friends who doesn’t even seem to notice she hasn’t returned with their drinks.
“Meet me outside in 30?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” I lift my glass and tip toward her at the same time that the bartender places a ice-filled bucket with bottles of beer on the counter.
I watch as Lisa sashays back to her friends. She has a sway to her hips that I can’t tell if it's natural or if she is putting in the extra effort for me. Doesn’t matter because my dick is already interested, seeing as it’s already half-hard in my pants.
True to her word, thirty minutes later Lisa comes sauntering out of the place and right up to me.
I can tell that she's had a couple more drinks in the last half hour because her eyes are more glossy and her smile is skewed but she hides her inebriation well with the way she carries herself.
"So Dean," she says and I won't lie. The way my name slides off her tongue has my dick standing at attention. "You ready for me to rock your world?"
Fuck, this woman! Oh hell yes!
I pull her body to mine and capture her lips. She tastes of alcohol and minty gum, a heady combination.
Lisa moans, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. We stand there beside Baby making out, hands groping.
"C'mon sweetheart," I say when we finally part for air. "Let's get outta here and get to world rockin'."
Lame come on line but who gives a damn? Someone is getting their mind blown and if it's me…..then so be it.
As soon as we get in the car, Lisa slides across the seat right next to me, attaching her lips to the side of my neck.
"I don't know where I'm going," I tell her breathlessly as her mouth sucks and nibbles on my skin.
"Just turn left out of the parking lot," she says against my neck. "I'll guide you there. And Dean? Go fast."
I turn the ignition and do as she says, turning left as soon as I get to the street. I am having a difficult time paying attention to anything as Lisa's hand runs down my stomach and palms the bulge in my jeans.
We come to a four-way and I almost run the stop sign as she squeezes me. Oh god that feels good.
"Whi-which way?" I stutter.
"Right."
I make the turn and realize it's downtown. Wherever she is taking me is smack dab in the center of the city.
"Park there," she tells me as she takes her hand off my cock and points.
Once the car is stopped and out of gear, Lisa practically mounts me. She somehow gets her body in between mine and the steering wheel, her lips attacking mine; her thighs are straddling me and she starts to grind.
I'm gonna fucking cum fully clothed!
I am so lost in the kiss that when she pulls away, I keep my eyes closed and chase her lips.
"Come on lover," she says. "Let's take this inside."
'Inside' means a loft apartment above a yoga studio. Come to find out Lisa is a yoga instructor, which upon hearing that tidbit of information, just makes my cock strain for release from the tight confines of my jeans.
Lisa leads me through her studio and I take in the posters on the wall depicting several different poses, realizing some would be fun stances to try and wondering if she'd be up for experimenting.
Lisa must notice me gazing at the signs because she giggles and tiptoes to whisper in my ear, her warm breath tickling.
"Oh baby, we are both going to be in positions you've only ever fantasized about."
She turns and runs up the stairs at the back of the room and I can't get there fast enough.
HALF HOUR LATER
Lisa is standing in front of me, her left foot on the ground with her right ankle on my shoulder. Her body is angled away from me bending at the waist and her hands flat on the floor.
I can feel the smooth, sponge-like surface of her cervix with each thrust in and a moan leaves her lips.
My dick is extremely stiff even though I've already cummed twice tonight. Thank god Lisa had a whole box of condoms because the one in my wallet was filled as she rode me while I was in what she called the "bridge pose".
I tell you my calf muscles may never recover from holding myself up while she danced and bounced to climax on my dick. But I'm not going to complain because Lisa's pussy is tight, hugging me like nothing I've ever felt before.
"Oh god Dean," Lisa exclaims from below me. "You're so deep!"
"Yea I am," I agree, grinding my balls against her clit. "I could fucking live in this pussy, baby. It's hugging me so snug, hmph."
I grip her hips as I set a slow but hard pace of thrusts; grinding against her as I'm buried to the root. Her walls flutter and convulse around my shaft until I move my hand around and flick her clit with my fingertips.
Lisa fucking loses it! Her pussy contracts around my dick so tight that I can't move. In all my conquests, I have never felt a cunt close up on me like she does. A gush of juices flood out around me, soaking my hand, my nuts and my thighs. Holy shit! She just squirted all over me.
The realization that I just caused this woman to climax so hard that her release burst out around me has me meeting my own end, my dick twitching and jumping as my own release pours out into the condom.
By Sunday afternoon the wastebasket was full of used condoms and the mega-size box lay empty on the floor.
Monday morning my phone rings and Dad reams me out, not listening to any of the lame excuses I try to come up with.
Now here I am, back on the road, traveling to northern Georgia to meet up with him and my brother.
I follow Melonie into her place, turning to shut the door. I’m nervous and excited at the same time, because I haven’t been with a lot of women yet, and I hope to god that it doesn’t show.
“Come on Winchester, you can do this,” I mutter under my breath.
When I shift back around, she has already removed her uniform and is standing there in a plain white bra and pink panties with a little green bow at the hem, right below her navel.
I let my eyes roam down her body, over her tits and down to the apex of her thighs. Fuck, she is sexy! I smile as I slip my jacket off my shoulders and lay it across the chair beside me.
Melonie steps toward me, and I advance as well, meeting her halfway, pulling her naked body flush against mine, my hands sliding down her back, cupping her ass. I am taken by surprise when my palms meet with soft, supple skin , and not fabric like I expected.
Goddammit, she’s wearing a thong.
I lean down and claim her mouth, immediately licking into her parted lips. Her tongue meets mine and the kiss deepens.
Melonie's hands make their way under my Henley and as soon as the soft skin of her hands touches my stomach, I feel that familiar twitch as my dick grows hard.
Holy shit, I hope she touches it.
I long to feel her hand around my length, jacking me off, squeezing as she comes up to the head, rubbing my precum all over the tip of my dick... Yea, I'm going to fucking embarrass myself again.
I grip her asscheeks in my palms and press her hips to mine, knowing she is going to feel my arousal. Melonie moans into my mouth and I swallow it down.
When we part, I take my time opening my eyes and look down at her. She smiles up at me mischievously before she steps back and pulls her bra off and pushes her thong down her legs.
She steps out of the garment on the floor, standing before me as naked as the day she was born. I take my eyes down her body once again, stopping at her clean shaven cunt. I groan and palm my erection as Melonie cups her hands over her boobs and squeezes.
"I thought about you my whole shift Dean," she tells me as she watches me watch her. "Thought about all the things I want you to do to me. About how good you could hold me down and have your way with me. I had to go to the bathroom twice to clean the slick from my pussy and thighs.”
“Hmmm... naughty girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I say as confidently as possible, hoping she’ll give me something I can use.
Please give me something I can use, so I don’t look like a complete jackass.
"I want you so bad, Mr. FBI agent. I want you to fuck me, to completely ruin me. Make me yours, take what you want," she says as she drops her hands to her sides.
She doesn’t have to tell me that twice because in no time at all, I am undressed with my cock in my hand, pumping it slowly, making it nice and hard for her, and she is on her knees in front of me.
"Suck my dick good and I'll destroy that little pussy of yours sweetheart," I say, feeling like a goddamn pornstar as the words leave my lips. Even though I feel nervous as fuck, I just hope that it turns her on and that I have better control of myself this time.
Still, this is embarrassing!
Melonie whimpers before she leans in, licking from my fingers near the base to the tip, then flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock, licking the precum off my slit. She takes me into her mouth, just the tip at first, and I can see her hollowing out her cheeks, gently taking more of me into her.
Oh god. Just breathe, Winchester. Just. Fucking. Breathe. Don’t blow your load just yet. You got this.
Her head and hand are now working together in perfect harmony, slowly getting me closer to my climax.
I don’t got this. Fucking hell!
“Fuck. I’m going to come baby,” I groan, noticing that she isn’t stopping what she’s doing and is now only using her mouth to pleasure me.
I act on pure instinct, fisting her hair, and start thrusting into her, basically facefucking her.
“Yeah, that’s it baby, take all of my cock, like the good little girl that you are.”
I can hear her moaning around me, so she must like what I am doing. I know I’m close to climax because my balls are tightening. I screw my eyes shut, and my mouth falls open, gasping and groaning, my hips stuttering as I come deep inside of her throat. I pull out and she grins up at me.
“Did you like that Mr. FBI agent?”
“Yeah. Now get on the bed, so I can take care of you, spread those legs nice and wide for me so I can take a good look at how wet your pussy is for me.”
God it sounds so cheesy, but it seems to be working.
“Yes sir.”
I watch as she climbs on the bed, laying down on her back, spreading her legs wide for me, and I can see the slick literally dripping out of her, and onto the sheets.
“Holy shit baby, your cunt really is hungry for my cock.” I say, as I get onto the bed with her. “Touch yourself for me, show me how you like it.”
She giggles as she moves her digits between her folds, sliding her fingers inside of her, and then out again, moving up to rub her clit, mewling as she does. I reach out and grab her hand, stopping her from pleasuring herself. I want to be the one to make her come and I hope that watching her touch herself is going to help me do just that.
“That’s quite enough,” I growl. ”My turn now.”
I position myself between her legs, moving up, capturing her lips with mine, my tongue dancing with hers, passion igniting as our kiss deepens. I nibble on her lower lip and then slowly pepper kisses down her jaw, neck and collarbone, making my way down to her tits. I flick my tongue over her left nipple, taking it into my mouth, nibbling on it, letting it go and gently blowing on it when I release it.
She arches her back, and I take the opportunity to slide my hand between her legs, running my index and middle finger through her folds to slicken them up, as I sink them into her. I move them slowly in a come hither motion, rubbing them up against her vaginal wall, watching her face carefully as I try to find the right spot inside of her. I can see her biting her lip, a soft whimper escaping from between them, so I keep doing what I’m doing with my fingers as I tease her right nipple, and then make my way down slowly, placing sloppy wet kisses along her stomach, lower abdomen and finally on her mound. I don’t give her what she wants yet, but I do flick my tongue over her clit lightly, and she shudders at the feeling.
“Fuck, feels..so… good.”
I lick along her thighs, and the apex of them, right where they meet her cunt, licking her outer labia, and then moving back to her clit again, lingering there a bit longer, applying a bit more pressure with my tongue, making sure I make the movements she did with her fingers.
“Hmmm.. yeah...fuck...just like that baby…”
I stop, earning me a disappointed “awww”, as I tease her some more, kissing and licking her everywhere except there.
“Please… please Dean… can I come please?" she begs breathlessly. "I need to feel your tongue on my clit again.”
I move back up to her clit, and resume teasing her, and I can feel her grinding on my tongue, and fucking up against my fingers.
I can feel her clit twitching under my tongue and her cunt fluttering around my fingers, but I don’t stop my motions until she rides it out and pulls me up to her face, kissing me deeply. Her hand moves to my cock, guiding it to her entrance, but I stop her.
“Wait," I tell her, closing my eyes at my own words. How the hell I have so much restraint is beyond me. "I gotta wrap before I tap baby.”
I grab the condom from my wallet, tear it open and once it’s on, I pin her hands above her head with one hand, and with my free hand, I line myself up with her entrance, slowly pushing into her, taking my time to let her adjust to my girth, but also for me to keep my cool. It's a snug fit, and if I move too fast, I might just lose it and come before I actually do anything. I bottom out inside of her, and start thrusting into her slowly, making sure I hit the sweet spot deep inside of her.
She’s moaning and panting underneath me, her eyes begging me to please fuck her harder.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I whisper.
“Please… fuck me hard, make me scream your name…”
“What’s my name?”
“Dean.”
“Good girl.”
I let go of her hands, wrapping my hand around her throat instead, keeping her in her place, and I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room. She wraps her hands around the back of her knees adjusting her legs, allowing me to fuck her deeper.
I grab her right leg and throw it over my shoulder, freeing up her hand as I say, “Be a good girl for me and rub that little nub of yours, baby.”
"Hmmm… fuck yes sir…”
She reaches down between our bodies, doing exactly what I ask of her, moaning loudly, as I fuck her into the mattress. It’s all so fucking hot that it doesn’t take very long for her to cream all over my dick, screaming my name as she does, pulling me over the edge with her, milking my cock dry of every drop of cum it has.
I pull out of her, and roll on my back, as we both lay there panting.
“Wow, that was incredible.”
“Holy shit, it definitely was.”
Looks like I’m getting the hang of this sex stuff. They don’t say fake it ‘til you make it for nothing.
Spring 2004 Rebecca's POV
As soon as the door shuts behind Sam, I realize that Dean and I are alone, in a motel room, two beds nearby. Did he think I sent Sam away so we could have sex?
Shit, I've never had sex before. Did I even want to? I've heard the first time hurts like hell so I was always leery about it.
Not that I've had any chances at finding out, most guys didn't want the nerdy, quiet as a mouse, fly on the wall kind of girl. I doubt any of the boys at school had even given me a second thought.
I look at Dean and he is staring at me. Is he going to make a move or is he waiting on me to do it?
Eventually he takes a step closer so I take a step. We keep it up until we are within arm's reach and Dean wraps his arms around me, licking his lips.
Holy hell, he is going to kiss me again! I think to myself. And I'm not even gonna lie, I was hoping he would.
As soon as our lips touch, I fucking melt! I drape my arms on his shoulders, bending my elbows to wrap around his neck. When his tongue caresses across my lips, I part them so he can lick into my mouth, our tongue grazing one another's.
The whimper that rolls up my throat is involuntary and unintentional but hearing it causes Dean to pull my body tighter to his.
The next thing I know is we are laying on the bed and I am about to lose my virginity. We are both as naked as the day we were born. I am scared, nervous, excited. This is happening. I am about to become a woman!
"Do you have a condom?" I ask, trying to quell the shakiness in my voice. I can tell as Dean halts all movement, my question caught him off guard.
He presses his forehead against my clavicle before he lifts it and looks around. Maybe he is trying to remember where they are?
He jumps up and I watch as he grabs some crumpled plastic wrap and shakes it, cursing under his breath as it gets stuck to itself. He peels it apart and covers the tip of his dick, but not much more seeing as he is longer than whatever the wrap contained.
As soon as he is sure it's secure, he climbs back in the bed, between my legs and grabs himself at the bottom. He looks down as he lines up with my opening and then looks me in the eye.
"Ready baby?" he inquired in a whisper and I nod.
I jerk awake, taking a moment to acclimate to my surroundings. I am in my room, in my bed in the home I share with my 7-almost 8- year old daughter.
Ever since opening up to Sam about my residual feelings for my daughter’s father, I have had dreams of the night of her conception; about how loving and attentive Dean had been, the complete opposite of what I had remembered. My anger and annoyance clouding my judgement.
Had it been more to him and then his parents had returned and made him leave? Would he have been there for me and with me during my pregnancy and the birth of our daughter? Would he have wanted to be part of our lives or would he have shrugged us off for his next conquest?
All these questions I had no answers for and knew I'd never get any so I shook them off and got up to go get a glass of water.
Damn Sam for making me relive it all and begin to challenge my own memories. And then he gets a new job and moves away, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces once again.
The entire walk to the kitchen I keep recollecting that evening at The Pines motel in room 14. The way Dean's jade eyes had bore into mine, like he was seeing into my soul; the way he kept making sure I was comfortable; the way he fucked me slow and easy.
I realize I'm crying when a tear drops in the back of my hand. God, why now? Why bring this all up when I have no idea where Dean Winchester is or if he even remembers me!
I put the glass in the sink and head back to bed. There are only a couple hours until my alarm will go off, signaling time to get ready for another day.
Once I'm settled in bed again, I close my eyes and pray, "Please don't let me dream about him anymore. My heart and mind can't take it."
When the alarm sounds 3 hours later, I've had a good rest sans any more dreams about Dean but I know as soon as the same emerald eyes of his daughter look up at me, I will be thrown right back into my memories.
And all because I finally admitted my true feelings for the boy who got away.
