#captain!Dean winchester

[deepdisireslonging]

Nautical November Part 7: Against the Mast

The Reader uses the ship’s funds on a little treat for herself. Captain Winchester makes her pay it back.

Pairing: Captain! Dean x Reader

Warnings/Promises: handcuffs/shackles, public SMUT (on the deck, out at sea), voyeurism, edging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation

Word Count: 2820

Note: The reader gets into a little trouble in this one. I look forward to your comments and reactions. Happy reading!

Part 6: Halfway There

They finally let you off the ship at the Spanish port of St. Johns. It bustled just as much as Savannah’s, but since you were able to step into the center of it, you were overwhelmed. Spices, and a cultural mix of foods wafted their scents through the air. While exotic birds, local voices, and merchants from every nation lifted their sounds to the heavens. Since he stayed aboard at the last port, Sam led you around. He occasionally leaned down to your ear and pointed out the hidden enterprises happening in the shadows. And participated in a few of his choosing.

But you had a job of your own: helping take care of the crew. The task was nothing lewd. The Spanish colony had been successful in growing citrus fruits. You bought a barrel full of the green, squishy orbs with the ship’s money. And, stopping by an apothecary, you bought a small supply of medicine. One of the crew had come down with something. When Dean suggested he stay ashore, the crewmate argued the best cure was the spray of the sea. But sickness can spread quickly in the small confines of a ship. Dean quarantined him to one corner of the hull and sent you out for the necessary goods.

When you and Sam arrived back at the ship, the barrel of citrus was just being delivered. Dean waved at you, pleased. “Well done, Miss. How was your other venture?”

You held up your box of goods. And you handed Dean the change.

His eyebrows rose. “Damn. How much did you haggle, woman?” He pocketed the coins and muttered, “maybe we should keep you with us all the time.”

“Ah, but,” you wagged your finger at him, “you would have to approve of more shore-time, Captain. And you and the first mate have stricter rules for me than the rest of the crew.”

They weren’t letting you stay ashore overnight. The shore-leave crew had been granted their usual day and night. Because of the sick crewmate, Sam had to come back early as well to take over the man’s shifts in the crow’s nest. They weren’t going to let you stay on land without at least one of them as an escort.

Dean shrugged and tipped the citrus delivery man. “If you stay, maybe we can come to a better future arrangement.” His brow furrowed. Looking to one side, he growled. The delivery man hadn’t moved since you stepped aboard. Dean gave him a swift kick to the rear to send him on his way. “And there’s a heavy emphasis on that ‘maybe.’”

For the first time on the trip, you had the night to yourself. Sam was in his perch. And Dean took position on the deck to keep out drunkards and rival pirates. Delighted, you took the evening to give yourself the deep clean you’d been craving for a while. The pitcher that the boys cleaned themselves from was fine. But you borrowed hot water from Benny’s kitchen and gave yourself a good scrubbing. Despite Dean’s praise for receiving so much change back from your ship purchases, you hadn’t been truthful with him. Or Sam.

While Sam had been mid deal, you’d wandered into a shop. And spent the crew’s money on a small bottle of perfume. You were back before Sam noticed, and he didn’t say anything about the box you held under your arm. It wasn’t the thin, watery French kind. Instead, it was a thick syrupy consistency that would help the scent linger. You perfumed your bath water with it. You perfumed your hair with it while it was still damp. And you dipped the ends of your dress ties in the scent. And then you went to bed squeaky clean and deeply satisfied.

The next morning, the ship was once again underway towards Tortuga. There was always a lot to do, so the brothers were busy. It took them several darted trips into the cabin and into your space before they noticed something was different. And when they did, they couldn’t pin down what had changed.

A few days later, Dean finally figured it out. He flopped into his cot, half flopping over you and half dozing after steering the ship through a rough patch of the Caribbean. As he rolled over, he sighed deeply, fully inhaling the air over the pillow where your head had just been.

His eyes popped open.

Dean caught your hips when you tried to scrabble out of the bed. “Have you been hiding something from us, Sweetheart?” He buried his nose into the place behind your ear. “Mmm. I thought Sam never let you out of his sight.”

You swallowed thickly. “He didn’t. There was just a window in the way that one time.”

“Hmm.”

He hugged you close and went to sleep, making you think that was the end of it.

Halfway through the night, Dean tugged you out of bed. He stripped you down to your shift. Laughing at your shock, he dragged you out onto the deck, pinning you to the prow-face of the center mast. He conquered your mouth. Dazed, you didn’t notice how he dragged your wrists up until the shackles clamped around them. He stepped back with a chuckle as you struggled.

“Do you know what we do to crewmates who steal from the ship?”

You froze. A sea breeze picked up, brushing over your feet and baring your ankles to its chill. The shiver that went down your spine wasn’t from the breeze.

Dean stood away from you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Each crewmate receives a portion of what we…ah, earn. But another portion is added to a separate purse. It helps pay for repairs and for supplies shared by the crew. Like food, water, and fruit to keep away scurvy.” He dipped his head. “I trusted you, a non-crewmate, with this fund. If you had been a crewmate, the usual punishment is lashes. With the amount decided by the rest of the crew depending on how much was taken.” He let a patch of silence spread while you processed his warning.

“I can pay you back.” You gripped the shackles as best you could and thought about the gifted trinkets sitting in your small trunk. “It was just a small bottle of perfume. Only spent a few small coins and-”

“And you did save us a bunch when you haggled a good price for the fruit.” He stepped close till he was nose to nose with you. “Sam told me about what a good job you did. And how much everything cost that you brought back. The maths weren’t difficult. I’ve already paid back the difference for you from my own pocket.”

You slumped against the mast, sighing with relief.

“But now it’s me you’ve got to repay.”

Closing your eyes, you hid your smile by turning your head into your shoulder. This wasn’t a punishment. It was a power struggle. One that you would gladly lose for the evening. Dean used a light grip on your chin to pull you back. “I’m sorry,” you said. You looked up at him with as much regret as you could muster.

But that damned sea breeze picked up again. The perfume still lingering in your hair was carried on the wind in Dean’s direction. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. With a groan, he ground the juncture of his thighs over your hip. His body heat pressed into you, pushing way the chill of the night air. His hard length pressed into your body too.

“I promise,” you whispered, “I’ll pay you back. Captain, I-”

“That you will.”

Dean tugged up the hem of your shift. He was warm all over. And you were beginning to shiver, unused to being on deck at night. With a chuckle, he pressed his cheek over your chest while he reached around to grip your ass with both hands. “Aww, are you cold, Baby?” He shook his head. “It’s too bad that you stole from us. Or we could have been doing this in my nice, warm cabin.” He kissed between your breasts. After fumbling with his ties for a bit, he ran his cock over your slit.

“We… we can still do it in your cabin.” You hastily kissed across his face. “I can pay you back so much better there. I promise. I can-”

Dean pressed his hand over your mouth. Despite your shivering with cold, arousal, and the fear of this dangerous side of the pirate captain, your sex dripped for his probing fingers. He shook his head. “My brother is of the opinion that your punishment should have been a public one. The only reason why we’re not doing this during the day in front of the whole crew is because you didn’t know the risk beforehand, I’ve already paid the difference, and because only Sam and I know what you did. But, I can’t make you scream loud enough from the cabin for him to hear you up in the crows nest. Not without waking everyone up.” He looked up, smirking.

Part of you wondered if he’d told his brother he was doing this, or if Sam was going to be pissed about having to listen you while he couldn’t participate.

You looked up too after he removed his hand. But it was too dark to see anything past the web of rigging. The thought of Sam watching you from on-high sent a wave of heat rushing through you. It soaked Dean’s cock as he rubbed it over your sex.

That was when he struck.

He filled you quickly, muffling his own sounds on your neck while you cried out. He filled you completely. Then, he stayed there. Pressing you into the mast. He grunted as you tried to roll your hips and make him move.

“Nuh, uh. Not tonight.” He groaned against your skin as your velvety walls squeezed around him. “I would say you’re not supposed to enjoy any of this, but we both know you can’t help it.” He slid his hands up your waist to your breasts. Smirking, he watched you pant as he kneaded them. “Go on, Sweetheart. Make sure he can hear you.”

It wasn’t difficult to follow his order. And if, maybe, some of your cries were from relief for having a less dangerous punishment from stealing from a pirate crew, who could have thought less of you. Certainly not yourself. So you screamed. You moaned. You cried out as Dean took turns filling and leaving you devoid in quick succession, only to sheath and still while you writhed. He licked his thumb and circled it over your clit. But only when he was moving. When his cock stilled to resting inside you, his thumb stopped it’s circling. You never knew when he was going to start up again. Or when he was going to stop.

You couldn’t touch him. You couldn’t cling to him and plead for mercy. You had to beg while your hands clawed the salty night air high above your head.

And, oh, how you begged. Dean smiled and leered at you as you whined for him to fill you. Or to let you have a break. He always did as you asked, but on his terms. And taking his sweet time to get there, dragging out your delightful torture for a few more seconds before overwhelming you with the combination of too much and not enough. You tilted your head up, resting your cheek on your upstretched arm. Was it a trick of the stars? Or could you see Sam watching? You cried out louder, hoping he could hear how sorry you were. And how thankful you were that Dean had arranged for you to pay it all back like this.

When your voice began to feel hoarse, you started to hear Dean over your own sounds. How he panted against your skin. The soft pop of his lips where he kissed over your cheeks. The shackles were a blessing in a way. They held you upright when the sound his cock thrusting through your slick threatened the strength in your knees.

Each thrust rose your desire. But each rest stole away your release. Each cycle kept you on edge. Over and over again you thought Dean would finally let you cum. But at the last second, he would pull away or stop moving, stealing your release.

“Please, Dean. Captain. I’m sorry. But please, please let me cum. I won’t steal from you again. Just- oh. Please.”

He laughed. “I know you won’t. But I’ve got to be doubly sure.” He kissed your sweaty forehead. “You ready, Baby?”

“Yes. Please, Dean, please.”

You screamed, arching as best you could as he speared you. The pace he set was brutal. But you smiled at the stars and Sam’s perch. Dean wasn’t stopping this time. You were sure of it. Grateful, you allowed yourself to tumble down towards the end.

But just as your body seized, Dean pulled out.

“No!”

Dean cupped his hand over your mound, feeling your pussy flutter and your hips pulse as you came around nothing. Your whole body shivered with the denial. “What? I thought you wanted to cum? And now you have.”

Pitifully, you whimpered, “no. Dean.” Your head lolled to your other arm. Against the mast, your wrists were beginning to ache. Your eyes were hot with tears that threatened to spill. “I wanted to cum… on you. With you. Why- why did you-” Gasping, you knew why.

Finally evenly met in thefts, Dean reached up and released you. He massaged your wrists. When you shuddered, he frowned. He warmed your chilled shoulders and arms in his warm hands. A wet spot spread on his shirt as you cried softly onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Had to make sure the point got across. Now come here.” His lips were tender. Forgiving. They tilted and met you until your sobs melted into a fresh bubbling wave of need. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer than you’d been able to stand while tied up. Having him pressed against you rewarmed you from head to toe. And it revealed that he wasn’t fully satisfied either.

You palmed over his length, breathing a laugh as his hips jolted. “Let me take care of you.” You nosed along the bottom of his jaw. “Please.” Gently pushing on his chest, you moved to kneel.

But Dean spun you to push you against the mast. His teeth skimmed over the back curve of your neck. “You sure? I’ve got a lot here to take care of.” Despite the offer, he was already shoving your shift out of the way and running his length over your denied sex. His groan stuttered as you rocked into him. You muttered something close to a “yes” and he slid home. The pace was the same: completely controlled by him. But instead of toying with you, each thrust and pause was for his benefit. He had to pause when his cock was fully enveloped by your walls. His hot exhale washed over your neck. Then, with only a sharp intake of his breath as a warning, he pulled out only to thrust quickly back into your pussy. Over and over, he filled you, uncaring if anyone could hear you or not. He was pounding you for his own pleasure. The lingering reminder of your perfume washed over him in return, making him pause while his cock twitched.

He cursed something that sounded like Spanish or Latin. “Vado ut impleam te.”

“Dean?”

He filled you. You screamed out his name, and continued doing so as you came. Dean continued to rut into you, uncaring of your over sensitive whines. His speed picked up as he chased his own release. When it finally washed over him, he cried your name into your hair. His cum spilled into you, some of it leaking out around his cock. Dean pulled out with a groan. He kept a hand between your shoulder blades so you didn’t fall over when he stepped back.

Next thing you knew, you were off your feet and in his arms.

“Alright. Let’s get you back to bed.”

It wasn’t until you were halfway to the cabin that you realized there was someone else on the deck. A crewmate stood steadfast behind the wheel.

“Dean? Do you think he-”

“If he knows what good for him, he didn’t hear a thing.”

In his cabin, he helped you into bed. You squirmed, sliding your sticky thighs together. “So much for being clean,” you muttered. Before Dean could retort, you were asleep.

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The next morning, Dean brought you a bucket of hot water so you could bathe and use your perfume again.

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Part 8: Retaliation

Masterlist

No Cum November 2023

[ant0niepax]

Honestly I love how I upgraded from Wattpad to tumblr, less cringe but still cringe to keep it entering

[raevenswritingdesk]

And wait what’s this hERE COMES JACKLES WITH A STEEL CHAIR

[blckbrrybasket]

can you do odd!reader responding to her partner w/ a breeding kink?

absolutely! im so so sorry for taking the longest amount of time to respond to this anon </3

odd!reader not picking up stuff is so real to me

Fem, Masc, and Gn reader featured

[fem/afab]

God you were so pretty, was all he could think. Even from the back you were utterly beautiful. His cock continued thrusting into your slick walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. His hand crept around your hip to draw shapes on your clit. Seeing the way your folds stretched around him made his dick twitch inside your cunt. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good mom.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “I’m on birth control…and we’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[masc/amab]

God you were so handsome, was all he could think. Even from the back you truly were attractive. His cock continued thrusting into your walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. His hand thumb rested at the top of your ass, watching the lube drooling out over his cock. Seeing the way you stretched around him made his dick twitch inside your ass. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good dad.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “That’s not possible….and we’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[gender neutral]

God you were so hot, was all he could think. Even from the back you were captivating. His cock continued thrusting into your slick walls. He’d slide his dick out till it was just his tip notched inside your entrance before pounding back in. It was a hypnotizing rhythm that had you drooling into the pillow beneath you.

The other pillow held your hips up, keeping you presented nicely for him. Seeing the way you stretched around him made his dick twitch inside you. “Fuuuck. Gonna fill you with up yeah? Have you carry my babies? D’be such a good parent.” He choked out without a second thought.

He, of course, was the only one not giving it a second thought. You always gave it a second thought though. Craning your neck, you shot an almost worried look over your shoulder. “We’re not ready to be parents.”

If he hadn’t been balls deep in you he might have laughed. His hips snapped before slowing down in shock. “No it’s- it’s just dirty talk, babe. A saying?” You blinked as the cogs in your brain turned, a smile brightening your features once you realized. “Oh! Okay.”

Seeing you move on so swiftly had him shaking his head and beginning to thrust into you again. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused on how you clenched around his dick, fucking through his confusion. It wouldn’t be the first nor last time it happened.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Sometimes babygirl is a severely repressed man with big cow eyes that get so shiny, a found family, and way too much trauma.

[manpaindyke]

"yeah i have a girlfriend... she goes to st. michael's so you wouldn't know her."

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆�� 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[thestarsmakemedream-art]

SUPTOBER - DAY 31 - HALLOWEEN / COSTUMES So the thing is that I had this idea for last year's suptober prompt "Trick or Treat" already. Time and work was not nice with me that October, so the little Star Trek fans (I imagine Cas as Bones aka Dr McCoy) and baby Jason (don't worry he only has a butter knife) had to wait this year to go trick or treating. Anyway, this is a wrap, once in my life I finished a whole month with drawings for each day. WOOHOO! Tomorrow I will make a masterpost about everything. Last but not least I want to thank @wigglebox , because without her this year we wouldn't even had Suptober. Without a question the true hero of this community.

[thekingofspin]

after reading these I think i can finally label what my type is

[batbitten86]

fuck questions like “what you favorite color?” tell me what fictional character you’re so obsessed with you can’t even think or hear about them 

[deepdisireslonging]

Nautical November Part 4: Hold Your Tongue

The Reader watches from the deck as the Winchesters and their crew raid a ship. Some of the pirates gift her some trinkets, having grown fond of her. Sam and Dean show their fondness in a different way.

Pairing: Captain!Dean x Reader x First Mate!Sam

Warnings/Promises: crew fluff, SMUT, mouth gag, degradation, the boys are bit rough, light choking, p-in-v, oral (male receiving), split-roast, creampie, overstimulation, cockwarming

Word Count: 2700

Note: From here on out, we’re just going to understand that there is Pirate magic in place and the Reader is not at risk of pregnancy. I didn’t feel like doing the research for Colonial 17th century birth control. Comments and reblogs super appreciated! Happy Reading!

Part 3: The Captain's First Payment

Despite Dean’s orders, you managed to sneak on deck during the attack. It was a merchant ship. And apparently new to the area. They didn’t have any cannons on board, which made for quick work. You slid into your hiding spot on the poop deck just as Dean began his usual peaceful speech. As on your previous ship, the captain gave up quickly.

With a series of hoots and shouts, the crew took over the vessel. A few of the merchant hands tried to fight back, but Sam quickly subdued them. It didn’t take long for a majority of the crew to return from below decks. Their arms were full of goods. Huge bolts of rich fabrics. A few chests probably filled with money. And larger crates that took two crewmates to carry across the gangplanks between the ships. You later found out they were filled with smaller boxes of expensive spices. Benny claimed several for this haul. He won them easily since the crew knew the spices would show up in his cooking.

The Winchesters weren’t happy to find you hiding behind the water barrel when they returned. Dean gave you a particularly hard glare as he took hold of your arm and dragged you towards his cabin.

But some of the crew interfered.

A young mate, Adam, set his Winchester-like bright eyes on you and held out a small ornate box. “I found this dropped behind some of the larger boxes. I thought it would suit you.”

Inside, there was a delicate silver necklace inset with a few pearls.

Adam rubbed the back of his head. “I thought it matched your… your mother’s dress.”

“Yes, I think it does too.” You touched your fingertips to your lips, covering up how much you wanted to cry. “You dear, you didn’t have to do this.”

While Adam assured you he wanted to, a few other crewmates came up with similar small gifts. You looked from one to the next, and quickly ran out of hands to hold the trinkets. The pirates, hardened by the sea and by their lives running from the law, were adorably shy with you.

You smiled brightly. “And here I was worried you all would think that it was bad luck to have me aboard.”

“No.” “Not at all, Miss.”

Sam joined the crowd. “Obviously not.” He waved back at the goods piled high in the middle of the deck. “You’re very lucky for us.” With a hum, he made eye contact with the crew. “Alright. Get the loot below. Adam, write up the inventory. We’ll look it over in the morning.”

“Aye, Sir.” He nodded at Dean. “Captain.” With a quick smile, he dipped his head at you. “Miss.”

The crewmates bid you goodnight, then set to their task of moving the goods. Dean rolled his eyes and finished half-shoving you into the cabin. Arms full of gifts, you kneeled next to your small crate. Each one was placed lovingly and carefully under the safety of your spare dress, and bedded by your mother’s wedding dress. Each gift had been well thought out Even in the heat of the raid. After you closed the lid, you finally looked back at the Winchesters from your knees.

Sam leaned against the door like a dragon guarding its cave. And Dean… the captain had his arms crossed over his chest and an irritated glow in his eye.

“I’m sorry,” you started.

“You will be.” In long, quick strides, he quickly reached you and dragged you to your feet. He pinned you roughly to the wall between the brother’s beds. He gripped your chin tight enough to make you gasp. “You need to stay below decks. Not all raids are as peaceful as that one. It’s not unusual for us to be violent and bloodthirsty in the heat of battle. You shouldn’t have to see that. It’s not a pretty picture. Sometimes those ships have cannons, and military men on board. They do not hesitate to shoot at us, and I don’t want to come back and find you dead from a stray bullet. Do you understand?”

Swallowing, you nodded.

With a sigh, his body relaxed. His thumb lightly traced over your bottom lip. “I can’t deliver you to Tortuga if you get yourself into trouble.”

You never thought you’d feel guilty standing in the presence of a pirate. But your gaze dropped to the floor. He was really worried about you. You slid your hands up his chest, lightly pinching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. He was covered in sweat. And his chest was still heaving with the thrill of the hunt. Willing him to feel your remorse, you leaned forward to kiss over his Adam’s apple. And you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

Dean’s mouth parted with a silent gasp. He glanced back at Sam. Who made the motion of a ring around his smallest finger. Dean pursed his lips at this little brother, but nodded in agreement. He didn’t mind being wrapped around your little finger.

You were oblivious of their silent conversation when you raised your head. “I am sorry. I’ll stay below decks next time.” You bit your bottom lip and looked between them. “Maybe… maybe I can make it up to you? If – if you’re not too tired, that is. Or I can run to the galley for some wine-”

Sam loudly locked the door. “Do you really think we’d let you out after your little adventure?”

You stepped around Dean towards him. “I said I was sorry. And I won’t leave the cabin when-” You were cut off as a strip of fabric descended over your head and cut between your lips.

Dean pulled it tight, using its leverage to pin your back against his torso. He nuzzled his nose over your ear as Sam stepped closer. “He’s right. You’ll be lucky if we let you out of our sight ever again. Can’t afford to lose you.” He nipped at the underside of your jaw before tying the cloth behind your head. “Hold her, Sam.”

He shoved you forward. Into Sam’s strong arms. He took hold of your wrists, twisting them and pinning them down behind your back. With a bit of pressure, he was able to force you up to your toes. He kissed you harshly over the gag. As you whimpered, he smirked. He watched as you tried to rub the gag off with your shoulder. “Nuh-uh. Leave it on. You drew quite a crowd the last time. We don’t want that happening again… so you’ll have to be ….” He leaned forward and whispered, “quiet.”

While he mouthed across your collarbone, you watched Dean from the corner of your eye. He dragged an armless chair from its resting place behind the desk. Sam had sat in it just the other day while they plotted the journey.  But now he took the seat. He motioned to Sam. The younger brother shoved you into Dean’s lap, chuckling when you stumbled.

“We gave up our portion for you.”

“Mhmm.” Dean trapped your arms to your sides with one of his reached across your body. His other hand roamed where it wanted. His chest pressed into your back. You wriggled and moaned as he fondled your breasts. With a hum, Dean licked at the underside of your jaw. “You want to make it up to us? How can you do that, when you are our portion, our prize. There’s nothing you could offer that isn’t ours already.” He ground his hips up, making you feel how hard he was to take you.

“Should we get her naked first?” Tilting his head, Sam was already working at the ties of his pants.

“Nah. Too impatient.”

“We could always cut her dress off. Wouldn’t take a second.”

Dean considered. “No. I’d hate for her to catch a cold.”

“Well. Let’s warm her up, then.”

They wrestled the hem of your dress above your waist. Sam kneeled, panting, when he could finally see your bare sex.

“Would you look at that. She’s soaked.” He lightly ran his thumb over your slit and clit, making you jolt. He smeared the mess across your thigh so Dean could see it. “How long have you needed us, little whore?” His thumb returned to your clit, lightly circling there.

“Poor thing.” Dean’s hand drifted up from your breasts to your throat. His mouth dropped open as you leaned into his grip with a whine. “Aww, Sam. Now I feel bad. Our personal whore needed us, and we went off to pillage. Is that why you went up on deck? To watch us work since we weren’t here to work you over?” He groaned as you circled your hips over his, grinding down onto his bulge. “Easy, Sweetheart. We’re here. We’ll take care of you.”

The brothers shared a glance. Despite their inevitable plotting your demise through pleasure, you closed your eyes. The circling of Sam’s thumb on your clit was making it hard to breathe. And Dean’s light grip around your throat wasn’t helping. When Sam curled two thick fingers into your sex, you cried out. It was barely muffled, and Dean clamped his hand over your mouth. They laughed at you.

Sam spread his fingers wide inside you, holding them, and you, open. He smirked as your eyes crossed. “Maybe if you distract her?”

“Maybe.”

You shuddered a breath as Sam withdrew. His hand replaced Dean’s on your throat and he lifted you off Dean’s lap. While you hazily looked on, he sucked his fingers into his mouth and hummed around the taste. He kissed you deeply, wetting your gag with the wetness he had stolen from you. By the time he returned you to Dean’s lap, the captain’s cock was out and ready. The brothers hovered you over it before Dean began to sheath you. Dean groaned; his open mouth rested over your shoulder and left open kisses across your flushed skin. Impatient, he gripped your hips and pulled you down quick over the bottom measure. You screamed, your chest heaving. Hungry for the way your walls gripped him, he didn’t wait before starting a brutal pace.

You tried to bite down on the gag. You tried to hold in your noises like they wanted. But each thrust and fill of Dean pushed out little sounds through your lips. You looked up at Sam, willing him to believe that you were trying. He watched you completely at ease, fisting his cock in front of your face.

“You know… I don’t think the gag is working.” Sam titled his head. “Maybe she needs something bigger in that pretty mouth of hers to keep her quiet.”

“Maybe.” Dean pulled you down to rest fully impaled on his length. “What do you think? Think you can suck my brother as well as you did for me?” He tugged down the gag. It took you a minute to catch your breath. He thrust up his hips, making you squeak. “Well?”

You nodded. “Yes. I – I can do it.” You gasped as Sam gripped your face, forcing open your jaw. He pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing it down.

“Wider,” he said. “You’re gonna need it.”

It was hard to focus long enough to do as he asked. Dean pressed his hand between your shoulder blades and folded you towards his brother’s cock. When the movement closed your legs between his thighs, he tugged you back by your hair. “Let’s try that again.” This time, he tossed your knees over his thighs, keeping you spread open before leaning you forward. You felt exposed. And you were partially thankful for them leaving your dress on. You don’t think your mind could have handled that level of display of your form if you had been bare before them again.

Sam nodded. He removed his thumb and replaced it with the head of his length. Guiding it in, he grunted. “Don’t know if she’ll be able to reach it all.”

“Don’t worry. She can.” Dean tapped your wrist.

You reached forward. Twisting your hold of the length you didn’t have room to taste, you reached your thumb for the same spot you used against Dean. Sam groaned loudly.

“See?”

“Shut up, De.”

Dean chuckled and smoothed his hand up your spine. “Good job, Sweetheart. Taking him so well. While you’ve got me in that pretty pussy. Now the real fun can begin.” He massaged your hips when you stiffened. “Easy. We’ve got you. We won’t break you. Not permanently, anyways.” 

Before you could process the threat, he nearly pulled you off his cock before slamming into you. The force of him sent you deeper onto Sam’s length. The brother in your mouth bit down on his knuckles to cover his own grunts. But soon neither of them cared. They made all the noise they wanted. The whole ocean could have heard them. The pace between them forced you back and forth. Sometimes their thrusts would synch, spearing into you as one. You would be full for a second, then completely empty. A minute later, the synch was gone and you were full of only one brother at a time.

Dean paused his thrusts to reach around for your clit. His quick movements made you whimper. “How you doin’ there, Sam?”

The other brother could only pant. “Her mouth… not much longer.”

He nodded. His movements on your clit quickened. “Come on, Baby. Help him along.”

He kept working on you until your vision blurred. You cried out, passing the vibrations to Sam’s cock. Gripping the sides of your head, he barely kept himself from forcing his whole length down your throat.

“De- stop. I can’t… can’t hold back. Wanna come on her tits. She won’t be able to take it all.”

“Oh yes, she can.” Dean grinned. “Trust me.”

Sam found out just how much you could swallow when he spilled into you a few seconds later. A few drops fell past your lips. But when he pulled away, he was shocked to see how little had spilled. “Damn.”

You were blissed out from your release and Sam’s praise. But Dean hadn’t cum yet. He renewed his pace. Holding his hand over your mouth, he filled you over and over until you saw stars. With a strangled groan, he filled you too. He kept your trembling sex sheathed around him as he caught his breath. He smoothed your hair away from your face. “You alright?”

Nodding, you hummed a reply. Your eyes crossed, much to the brothers’ delight, as Dean pulled out of you. He guided you into Sam’s ready arms so he could tie up his pants.

“I should probably head up.” Dean ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it in an attempt to calm his soaring nerves. “My turn to take the wheel for a while.” He slapped his thighs as he stood. “You’ve got a few hours till your watch. How are you going to spend it?”

Sam’s hand splayed wide over your tummy. He inhaled deeply from your hair as you rested your head on his chest.  

“Ah. I should have known.” Dean nodded. He headed towards the door. “Remember to let her have some rest.”

When the door shut, Sam inhaled your scent again. His hands slid around your hips. You were thankful for his touch; it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. So when he guided you both to his bed, you were grateful to lay across his chest. At first, you leveled your breathing with his. He shifted so that you laid beside him. And then so you were beneath him when he braced up on his arms.

“You did so good for us.” Sam nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “We can’t seem to get enough of you.” His hand roamed up your thigh under your dress. Flipping up the fabric, he eyed with curious wonder the mess his brother left in you. A gentle push on your lower stomach sent some of it leaking out. You breathed a whimper. “Shhh.” Sam pressed his lips to yours, distracting from his hands. “Shh. I’ve got you.”

Then he slowly pushed his length into you.

“Please, Sam-”

“Don’t worry.” Sam fell to one side, curling you to his chest. “Go to sleep. Just needed to hold you close.” You drifted off, Sam’s fingers threading through your hair, and his length warming you from the inside out.

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Part 5: When the Captain’s Away

Masterlist

No Cum November 2023

[phantomstatistician]

Sample Size: 77,180 stories

Source: AO3

[peyton-warren]

Help a girl break her writer's block

I have been fighting bad writer's block for a while (years). And dealing with some mental health issues. So I am running away this weekend to a place with no cell service, just mountains and a river and a tent and my dog, with a brand new notebook and a pretty pen that writes beautifully.

Now here's where you come in....

I need prompts. I need new prompts. I wanna ignore my WIPs and dive into new stuff, drabbles, one shots, what have you to get my writer's block out of the way. I'm hoping by doing this it'll help me get back into the stories I know some of you are patiently waiting for me to finish (Blinded by the Fog, The Art of Resilience, Stick Handling ).

So send me your thoughts, thots and prompts for our favorite muses. You have til Thursday Night (Mountain Time Zone in North America) to make it into my new notebook.

Here's a list of characters I will write for/ want to write for.

Anders Lassen

Aril Levinson

Billy Butcher

Cavillrine 

Curtis Everett

Daryl Dixon

David “Deacon” Kay 

Dean Winchester

Eddie Munson

Evan Marshall

Franklin Clay

Geralt of Rivia

Gus March-Phillipps

Hannibal King 

Jake Jensen

James 'Logan" Howlett/ Wolverine

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Raymond Smith

Sherlock Holmes (Cavill Version)

Syverson

Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Walter Marshall

Tagging my tag lists for more traction. Please reblog and share.

General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire, @jvanilly, @identity2212, @avengersfan25,

@ellethespaceunicorn @foxyjwls007 @gummydummy19 , @cynic-spirit , @rosecentury Anders Lassen Tag List: @wunder-blunder Blinded by the Fog Tag List: @mis-lil-red, @sconnie-doesnt-know, @ronearoundblindly @toooldforobsessions , @hooomansstuff HC Tag LIst: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn @summersong69, @sillyrabbit81 @mistressmkay Syverson tag list: @mrsevans90 Between a Wolf & Hard Place Tag List: @zealoushound Hidden Sun Tag List: @enchantedbytomandhenry @red42985 @liecastillo @lokislittlewarrior @littleone65

@inlovewithhisblueeyes

[blckbrrybasket]

RAHHH i loved the odd!reader piece you posted!! i would love to see more, only if you want to write more, no pressure!! <33

ahh im so happy that you like it!! i love odd!reader so much <3 so so sorry this took a bit to come out

if you or anybody has any ideas for odd!reader plssss send them my way i would love to write more for them!!

have some headcanons and a lil something 💫

- When in public there are times where they’ll never touch their boyfriend or stand so close next to him that their face is in his side.

- It’s become a bit of a one-sided competition for their boyfriend to try and fuck them dumb (quickly mentioned in the blurb but he does take it as a challenge)

- They’re very clumsy. It’s not very noticeable to them anymore. Elbows knocked on door frames, tripping, miscalculating how far away something is, is all common to them.

- Surprisingly not queasy to most things, sees it as a part of life.

- That being said, the most horrendous thing could happen to them and they’d shrug like “:/ what can you do?” While their boyfriend is staring at them in horror.

- Knows way too many random facts. Makes it interesting to watch shows or movies when they randomly drop facts about the filming process or the lore.

- Bounces their leg like nobody’s business. Has spilled things by hitting their knee on the table.

- Egregious sleeper. Why can they fall asleep to the sound of gunshots outside, but if something interrupts their rain sounds they can’t sleep.

- Knows whats best but doesn’t know how to express it so they’ll just say “yes” or “no” and expect everyone to understand why.

The girl on screen pressed herself against the side of the house, panting as she tried to find a good moment to run. You and your boyfriend were watching a horror movie as you squirmed in your seat. Your legs were laid out over his lap, draping over the armrest of the couch.

“She actually called 911.” You muttered, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Well yeah-“ He started. “No like the phone was still connected. When filming she accidentally called 911 multiple times.” You finished the thought.

He raised his eyebrows at you, not questioning, only turning his head back to the screen when a blood curdling screen was ripped from the actor. “Yeah?” You smiled contently. “Mhm!” A few moments passed by quietly, aside from the gore on the TV.

Your eyes trained on the screen as the girl ran around the house only to be met with the slasher. The knife stabbed into her, a small grimace finding itself onto his face at the forced angle of the cut. “Do you think it would be cool if the cloak was white instead of black?” The question pulled him out of watching the movie and he glanced at you. “Huh?”

“Well originally the cloak was going to be white and if it stayed that way it would be covered in all the blood stains. It’d look cool.” He slowly nodded, “But the black looks cooler in the night.” You paused before a smile spread across your lips. “Yeah. You’re right.” His hand wrapped around your ankle and his thumb slid back and forth over your skin, both of your attentions falling back to the film.

[natnuszsstuff]

'Why he's not real?!'

I asked knowing even if he was real he wouldn't spare me a second glance and I probably would be intimidated by him