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Summer Storm - Dean Winchester (smut)

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Summary: Dean and the reader are sworn enemies, enemies that keep hunting together. As Baby runs out of gas the two find themselves trapped at a beach, waiting for the summer storm to pass. Perhaps it is finally time to let go of their hatred

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, car sex, enemies to lovers, please don't be like these two idiots and go for a dip in the ocean when a thunderstorm is raging

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)

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There was an uncomfortable silence lingering in Baby, filling the thick tension that grew with every breath exhaled from Dean and (y/n)’s lips. Dean had his green eyes focused on the road ahead, while (y/n) tried to follow the dark clouds moving by, gaze flickering between the ocean and the sky. They were on their way to a new town, set on finding a demon that seemed to keep the town’s citizens on their toes, forcing them to abide by its games. 

It wasn’t the first time (y/n) and Dean were on a hunt without Sammy near, wasn’t the first time both were forced to spend time together, and yet they still clung to the hatred simmering deep inside of them, calling one another their worst enemy. It was pathetic, bound together by a strange kind of hatred they’ve fuelled ever since they’ve met as teenagers, sticking to their routines, trying to avoid one another at any given cost. 

“What was that?” An unfamiliar sound echoed through the air, eyes snapping towards Dean to figure out why Baby was suddenly slowing down. A silent “Fuck” ripped from Dean’s plush lips, hands tightly grasping the steering wheel as Baby came to a halt on the side of the road. 

“We’re out of gas.” It took (y/n) a moment to reply, eyes wide, full of annoyance as she watched Dean close his eyes, head pushed against the headrest. “Shut it, I don’t have the energy to bicker with you right now. I’ll call the nearest gas station, it shouldn’t be that far.” 

With her lips parted, (y/n) gaped at Dean, not used to him speaking with words this rough, dripping with an unfamiliar annoyance. Both were all too used to their back and forth, to the words they’d growl, knowing that the other would react with matching energy. Not once had Dean backed down from a fight, not once had he pulled away, feeling a sick sense of pride in seeing (y/n) growing angry, fueled by his teasing words. 

While Dean pulled out his phone, googling for the right person to call, (y/n) stepped out of Baby, letting the warm Summer air engulf her. Before she could stop herself, her feet had already started walking, sinking into the sandy beach, drawn closer as if the ocean was calling out to her, forcing the woman to embrace the salty air stroking her limbs, eyes meeting the black sky above. 

It took her a moment to notice the raindrops falling from the fast moving clouds, dripping onto her frame. It felt as if the sky was crying, begging the woman to find her way back to Dean, who kept watching her from Baby. (Y/n) was all too oblivious to the way his eyes kept moving with her frame, always watching out for the woman he hated – at least that’s what he forced her to believe. 

“(Y/n)!” Dean called her name, hoping that she’d find her way back to the Impala before the rain would drench her clothes, but she didn’t move. Her eyes didn’t leave the sky once, feeling a strange sense of safety, with the summer rain resting on her shoulders and head, with the roar of thunder breaking through the afternoon. For months they’ve travelled from one town to another, hunting supernatural creatures without getting a day or two to breathe. This right here is what her heart had been aching for. 

“Didn’t you hear me? Come, before you get sick.” Dean’s growling voice forced her to turn towards him, watching the hunter with an almost stoic expression. For a few seconds all (y/n) did was stare at him, studying his handsome features, a face she’d curse at any given chance, not wanting to give into the pull she felt deep inside her chest. Only now did she seem to realise how tired Dean looked, exhausted just like she was, graced by the past months. “Alright, then stay here and get sick, see if I care.”

He turned from her, frozen in his step as she whispered his name. Slowly he turned back towards (y/n), watching her with raised eyebrows. “Let’s go for a swim. We haven’t been near the ocean for months, I don’t want to miss out on this chance.”

(Y/n) had started undressing before Dean could reply, wide eyes following the quick movements of her fingers. Even though his mind screamed at Dean to turn away, to find shelter inside his car, his hands started moving, pulling his shirt off his head. With only her underwear on, (y/n) moved towards the ocean, gasping in surprise as she felt his hand finding her wrist, pulling her further towards the rising waves. 

Both didn’t seem to care about the danger laying ahead, bodies lured into the ocean with aching lungs and trembling limbs. The cold water engulfed them, wrapping itself around them like a second layer of skin. Neither of them dared to speak up, bodies not parting as Dean pulled (y/n) into his chest, arms tightly wrapped around her middle.

“What are you doing, Dean?” She whispered her words, eyes trapped by his piercing ones. Another roar of the strong thunder echoed through the air, followed by more drops falling from the sky. 

“Not missing out on any chances.” Before she could even begin to realise what Dean was talking about, he had pressed his lips against hers. Their lips moved in sync, drawing a soft moan from (y/n), arms slung around Dean’s neck. The kiss was soft, testing the waters as the waves kept clashing against their bodies. Only as their lungs begged them for more air to breathe did they part, eyes not daring to break contact once. A bolt of lightning danced across the black sky, finally forcing the two to leave the ocean, grabbing their wet clothes.

With their fingers interlaced they ran towards the shower placed near the Impala, washing off the sand sticking to their bodies. Not one word was spoken, caught in their racing thoughts, unsure what to make of the past moments, wondering where their confidence had come from, breaking through their old patterns. The kiss had felt all too right, as if their bodies had been aching for this to happen ever since they’ve crossed paths, pushing them into their anger to protect their hearts from ending up broken in half. 

“Here, this should work as a towel.” Dean pushed a clean shirt of his into (y/n)’s hand, helping her into the backseat before he rounded the car. With another shirt of his Dean also started drying his shivering body, not yet ready to break the silence. Both were sitting next to one another, just in their underwear, with their eyes focusing on anything but one another. (Y/n) was shuddering in the seat, hands moving up and down her arms in a desperate try to warm herself up as she watched the raindrops roll down the windows. 

The whisper of her name filled the car, eyes slowly moving towards Dean, meeting his eyes that were filled with pain, wordlessly begging her to give in, to stray from the hatred they’ve clung to. As if their bodies knew how to tear down their walls, they moved closer, tangling them in a mess of limbs and lips, kissing one another as Dean pushed her down on the seat, towering over her. Perhaps it was their try to warm one another up, forgetting about the cold lingering inside their bodies, but perhaps it was their lust they’ve tried to bury six feet under years ago, finally giving in. 

“Fuck, let me touch you, please.” Dean murmured his words against her slightly swollen lips, fingers dancing up her sides, toying with her bra. Wordlessly (y/n) nodded her head, unable to use her words with her tight throat and her dry mouth. She wasn’t used to feeling something this intense, wasn’t used to her body reacting like this to Dean’s touch, but fuck, she never wanted to let go of this feeling ever again. Her bra was tossed to the front of the Impala, long forgotten as Dean’s mouth found her chest, kissing every inch of her body, making sure to love on every part of her. “So beautiful, fuck, been wanting to touch you for years.” 

His words drew a moan from her lips, eyes fluttering close to focus on his touch, on the way he kissed his way down her stomach, pushing her panties down her legs. With trembling hands (y/n) pulled Dean back up towards her for another bruising kiss, gasping as his hardening cock rubbed against her dripping cunt, giving her just the right amount of friction. 

“Fuck me, Dean, need you inside of me.” Her voice trembled, struggling to form any words as Dean kept grinding his middle against hers, distracted by the heavenly feeling. With one last kiss pressed to her lips, he let go of her, reaching for his wallet to pull a condom free. She watched him free his cock, watched him roll down the condom before he aligned himself, eyes searching hers. He pushed into her slow at first, allowing them both to adjust, not used to their bodies meeting like this, moulding together.

With one hand placed next to her head Dean moved his other hand down her body, fingers finding her cunt, rubbing circles on her bundle of nerves, drawing sinful moans from her. (Y/n) was trembling beneath Dean, eyes struggling to stay open, drawn in by the intense sensation, clinging to the newfound mixture of emotions filling her veins. Her head was spinning, unsure what to focus on, on the groans leaving Dean whenever she clenched around him, on the way his eyes were filled with such an intense gaze, or the nearing orgasm he forced her closer towards. 

“Feels so good, shit, don’t stop.” (Y/n) kept blabbering away, gasping for air whenever his cock met her swollen spot, unsure how long she could keep holding on. Both were urged on by the tension that had grown over the past years, bodies begging them to touch one another, finally allowed to do so, thanks to the summer storm and the gas Baby was aching for trapping them here. Her fingernails left scratches down his arms, clinging to him, needing to feel every part of him close. 

“It’s okay, baby, let go, I got you.” Her moans filled the car as her orgasm clashed through her like the waves rolling ashore, a beautiful spectacle Dean couldn’t help but marvel at. He gave it a few more thrusts, letting go with a moan rumbling through him, trying not to collapse on top of her. 

“Fuck, whatever that was, we need to do it again.” Dean murmured the words against her neck, face buried in the crook of it, deeply inhaling her sweet scent, mixed with the salty water still somewhat clinging to her. Her body shook beneath him, soft laughs filling her as she combed her hand through his hair, still trying to catch her breath.��

Both would have enough to talk about, needing to figure out where to go from here, but for the next few moments, they’d just listen to the sound of the summer storm, to the waves roaring near, and to the singing of their racing hearts.

[vaval3ntin]

“FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOUR ENEMY, WHAT COULD GO WRONG?”

//Pairings: AFOMight (All For One X All Might)//

//Characters: All For One, All Might (Yagi Toshinori), Tomura Shigaraki (MENTIONED), Yoichi (MENTIONED)

//Warnings: Suggestive //

//Headers: cafekitsune//

// AO3 //

They say you're not supposed to fall in love with your enemy, so many things could go wrong. Heartbreak is uneventful, especially if it’s the most dangerous person ever existed.. Currently being pinned to the bed in the infamous All For One they were practically making out. At this point he’s pretty sure he broke that rule. He had been sleeping with him on a daily basis after all. Nevertheless- All Might hated the idea but he was too god damn handsome to resist in his younger days, even in his current form he had felt something for the guy- only slightly. The man had the most beautiful ruby red eyes that pierced into his heart, the striking pure white hair with his handsome psyche. Of course, All For One seduced the crap out of him. At first, it was just enemies hooking up, the hatred only enticed it making it way more exciting for the both of them. At the end of the day, they still were still destined to murder each other in their sleep but that didn’t quite stop them from seeing each other. AFO dreamed of him multiple times before this point so actually doing this with him was a surprise to him. The way All Might’s hands explored his entire body, the aggressive kisses that always hypnotized him into wanting more than what it started with. He absolutely loved every bit of it. Though, there was never a point where they stopped in the middle. Every single time one of them would start something it wouldn’t end up they both were too exhausted and drained out of their minds. Nobody expected a thing the next morning, All For One made sure of that with his quirk. All the marks around his body would disappear in an instant though it always saddened him. He wanted to show the entirety of the world All Might was his due to his almost possessive traits that had a choke hold on his mind along with his heart, it was difficult to ignore. They would always meet up in a love hotel, he had him practically wrapped around his finger. Tomura, of course knew nothing of the events that occurred practically multiple times a week as All For One just sat there listening to him rant about wanting to murder the number one hero as Toshinori was quite literally sleeping not too far away fully awake. It’s not like he had anything to hide from him after all- he was a hero, he was bound to have some kind of bounty on him. One day, they were going to have to fight against one another but right now- he just wanted to enjoy this time together until everything went into darkness- he wasn’t ready for that day but it didn’t matter now. As they would leave the next day they would always give one last kiss as it could be their last. All this work he’s put into his goal you can’t exactly expect him to change his views even if it’s for someone he actually started to feel something for. The only love he felt was for his brother but according to AFO, he had simply betrayed him. If only things could have been different he’d be right beside him taking anything down in his path as he held All Might in his arms.

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I'm currently getting a PhD in a field totally unrelated to creative writing, and I write fanfiction, for which I do copious amounts of research, in much of my spare time.

In the rest of my spare time, I'm probably playing Lord of the Rings Online or watching F1 (EO31, LS2, AA23, GR63, FC43).

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Tolkien (LOTR/Silmarillion)

The Tale of the Laureónoni -- One well-known, the other lost to history, their story spans nearly ten-thousand years from the shores of Valinor in the Year of the Trees until the Fourth Age when the last Princess of the Noldor makes her final journey into the west. In their two lifetimes, Glorfindel and his twin sister Gloredhel traveled thousands upon thousands of miles on foot, by horse, by ship, and by eagle; saw kingdoms rise and fall; outlived most of their kindred; and saw marvels great and small. Their story is one of grief and despair, loss and hatred, hope and mercy, friendship and love, triumph and final reward.

The Halls of Mandos -- Darkness closes over Gondolin as the forces of Morgoth sweep through it. Its great captains perish, fighting to the end, and streets that were once lined with people going about their daily lives become carnage-covered. In the midst of this devastation, one dying captain ponders the nature of death and the course of her life as she passes into the Halls of Mandos. There she waits for judgment and searches for the family she long ago lost and, slowly, begins to heal.

My House Long Sundered -- Two long-dead scions of the House of Finwe return home to Tirion, unsure of the reception they will fine.

Many Meetings -- Rebirth, in a way, is a process, not an act. Gloredhel has been reborn into a new body and returned to her old home in Tirion, but learning to live in her new life, adjusting and renewing old ties and friendships, that is a process not so quickly completed. In the midst of this, there are unpleasant revelations to be made about the fate of Finwe's House in Beleriand in the First Age.

Homeward Bound -- Gloredhel wrestles with grief and learning what it is to be one half of a whole. Two more wanderers return to Tirion, and more details about the ongoing saga of her feud with Turgon as well as Maeglin's fate are revealed.

Duty Calls Me Back -- Gloredhel and Glorfindel return to Middle Earth on a mission of the Valar and find a land much changed from the one they remember long ago. As they meet many friends, old and new, more is revealed about the tasks that lie before them.

Fair and Strange Lands -- In the aftermath of their return to Middle Earth, Gloredhel and Glorfindel find their footing at Forlond and the court of yet another High King with all the political and cultural complexities that have come in the long-years since their deaths. In time, Gloredhel rides west to search for Gwaihir and to take counsel with Celebrimbor at Ost-in-Edhil, now that Annatar has been revealed as Gorthaur, the bane of Finwe’s house.

Scouring the Wild -- TA 3018, October. Non-linear snippets from the search for the Ringbearer in the wilds of Eriador and what came after in Rivendell.

FBI/FBI: Most Wanted

The Wild Hunt - Being a member of the Fugitive Task Force was rewarding and disturbing simultaneously. Horrific crime scenes, horrific fugitives, some of the worst sleaze balls and scumbags to walk the face of the earth, and you had to study them, think like them, all to catch them. BUT you got the satisfaction of bringing them to justice personally. That doesn't make it any easier to sleep some nights, though.

35 current sub-stories (too many to link separately)

Stargate SG1

The Forgotten Shall Return - Forced to flee Earth to escape being imprisoned for treason after helping the Tollan to escape from the NID, Daniel Jackson takes refuge with the Nox. Ohper advises him to seek out a powerful but forgotten race, who are planning the downfall of the Goa’uld, and take refuge with them. Who are they? The Furlings, a newly returned player on the inter-galactic stage. Emersed in a new culture and living in a distant galaxy, Daniel Jackson finds his life taking a hard-right turn … for the better.

Formula 1

Life in the Fast Lane ... Literally - In 2019, four new rookies were promoted to the F1 grid: George Russell, Lando Norris, Alexander Albon, and most surprisingly to many motor sport fans, who never thought they would see the day, for good or ill, Elise Stewart. The only female driver in F2 in 2018 became the first female F1 racing driver since Giovanna Amati in 1992. But what the hellscape that was certain sections of the Internet were also hung up on was that she was married, married to George Russell. All manner of other relatives had raced together or separately in F1 over the years. But now F1 had its first married couple.

Trainer for a Day (SMAU) - Silverstone 2021

Why Won't They Listen? - Imola 2022

The Race She Can't Remember - France 2022

Happy Horsey - Suzuka 2022

Ahhhhhh, My Ears!! - Belgium 2023

Broken Hopes and Shattered Dreams - Singapore 2023

Ups, Downs, and Bowling - Japan 2023

Horsey or a UFO? - Qatar 2023 (Part 1)

Lights, Camera, Vegas -- Vegas 2023

SMAU Shorts - Various Dates

Masters of the Air (AppleTV)

See my sideblog.

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The Forgotten Queen: The Fall of Troy - With the conquest of Thessaly by Agamemnon, it seems that Greece will finally know some semblance of peace and that the Myrmidons will finally stop getting called up so frequently to fight for a king that they hate. Yet, this peace only last weeks, before through one foolish act by a Paris of Troy, that peace is shattered. The largest army ever gathered by the Greeks sails for Troy to take Helen back and avenge the insults done to the Greeks. For the Myrmidons, this war will win them everlasting renown, but they will pay a very heavy price for their glory and immortality. (IN-COMPLETE)

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