#should i tag this as like. idk its yearning

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

You ever have someone in your life who is just so …. Something that you don’t even care anymore in the slightest to have them understand how concerningly fucked up the way they think is

[dbg-wow]

trying to fully commit to csp by deleting my drawing app

so... robot girls, huh? anybody?

[paleepeaches]

Happy Valentines Day

(Connor Rk800 x Fem Reader)

Warnings: Idk NSFW so 18+

Word count: 2422

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and instead of making Connor dinner you let him fuck your brains out.

A/N: This took way longer than it should have. It's pretty mid.

Tags: If you're still interested @joelsfavoritegirl

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentine's was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love: a reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. He made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. When things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. Seeing you so whiney and needy all the time was an adorable sight. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout every time he had to leave for the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastered it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

You huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home on time to celebrate? To eat dinner and do….other activities?” You blushed at the hint you threw out. Connor had been balls deep inside of you, lapped viciously at your pussy, and had you whining and calling him daddy yet you were still so timid. He nodded his head trying to hide his amusement at your shyness. 

“Of course,” He smoothed out his jacket and reached a hand out to you. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek and relishing in its softness. “I’ll never keep you waiting. You know that.” He leaned down and placed a peck on your lips. He could taste that lingering lip balm on you. Cherry. You always had to have it cherry-flavored. He licked his lips tasting it and hummed. He reluctantly let you go as soon as he felt his cock begin to throb to life. Just kissing you was enough to send him into a feral mood.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He promised you and grabbed his car keys leaving you wanting and yearning for him.  

You filled your day with meaningful tasks despite the growing ache of Connor leaving you high and dry. You were dedicated to making this Valentine’s Day one he would remember. 

You had decorated your shared home in heart-shaped garlands and had a few scented candles going. If it was any other Valentine’s Day involving a human with functioning organs then you would have made a delicious meal and set wine out. However, this was Connor an RK800 model who didn’t need food or water to keep functioning. So you had to get creative which was why when he came home he was happy to see the festive decor, the soft glow of the candles around the living room, and the trail of petals leading to the bedroom.

You knew it was a bit cheesy of a tactic and overused but what other things could you have possibly used as a romantic trial? Connor had come home with flowers and of course, a gift for you held in the other hand. “Y/N…” He called out softly as he pushed open the bedroom door. If he had lungs they would have surely strained and stopped his breathing. He’d seen you in proactive wear before but this was the cherry on top. 

You sat knelt on the plush soft bed with each leg under you. You wore a babydoll lingerie top that cupped your breasts, making them sit so pretty on your chest. The top was thin, sheer, and baby pink bringing out the color of your skin. A pretty bow sat in the middle between the valley of your breast effectively accentuating your body. A thong was keeping your pretty puffy lips in place from falling out. Connor could see you went all out this year. He set the gifts for you on the dresser and walked meaningfully towards you.

“You like it?” You giggled softly a playful smirk on your pouty lips. Connor sat down next to you, the bed dipping in the process. “Of course I do sweetie.” He moved your hair aside with his hand and leaned in kissing you on the exposed skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply your eyes softening and body feeling like putty. 

Connor was programmed to analyze and interrogate deviants. So, naturally, he was able to figure out what aroused you and what didn’t. He knew of all the special spots on your lovely skin. His lips skilfully kissed your neck leaving hot wet kisses. You mewled delightfully for him making his cock harden.

He leaned into your ear whispering, “You sound so fucking pretty.” 

It caused a pink shade to cover your supple cheeks. He never ceased to make you blush even when he wasn’t trying to fuck you.

“Lay down, I wanna taste you.” He lightly pushed you down to lay on the bed. Your hair was sprawled across the sheets and your arms were at your side. Connor spread your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed. He kneeled before you, slipping your thong off. His fingers skillfully spread your puffy folds revealing your wet slick cunt. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you're already soaking.” He smiled cruelly at you. 

“Connor…” You whined out, hips bucking up to get him to taste you, finger you, anything. 

He laughed at your desperation, “Always so needy.” Connor didn’t want to give in to you just yet. He wanted to draw it out, have you begging for him to touch you. His plans quickly changed when he saw your pleading eyes and fluttering lashes. You looked so docile and cute that he couldn’t help but give in. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He spread your pussy folds further getting a good look at how drenched you were before giving you a long lick. He was hungry for you, tongue swirling around your clit and lapping at your puffy folds. 

“Fuck C-Connor-” Your moans were broken and rough as he continued his assault. Your eyes rolled back and your hands immediately tugged on his hair.

“You taste so good.” He muttered the vibrations of his voice over your clit caused you to throw your head back. 

He took your whines as fuel and dipped his tongue deep inside your hole. He groaned feeling it grip and clench, greedy for anything to fill it. He retracted his tongue humming and relishing in the sweet taste of your juices. 

“Shh baby you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed to you and before you could reply he plunged two long and slender fingers into you. You gasped for air, body squirming under him. He had to hold you in place to keep you from moving.

“Connor I-I think I’m gonna cum-” You choked out, voice cut off by his fingers slipping out with a loud squelch. He smirked down at you and you knew he’d refuse to give you an orgasm. At least not with his fingers.

“Connor, please.” You whined out for him desperately clawing at his trousers and tugging his belt. You wanted to see him, stop this torture, and have him fuck you raw.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You’re so needy Y/N.” Connor slapped his hand down on your cunt making you yelp. It came out breathy and far from painful. His hand smacked you again, hitting deliciously against your throbbing clit.

Connor engrained your reaction into his hardware, studying, and learning. He yanked off your babydoll lingerie, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bare skin. 

Connor was quick, fingers deftly opening each button of his shirt. His belt was next, his hands deftly moving to unbuckle it. He threw it on the floor, making it clang against the hardwood. He pushed down his trousers and underwear down and his face fell in relief. His cock sprang free, the head was swollen and leaking pre cum. 

At the sight of it, you felt your hole flutter and clench around nothing. You squirmed on the bed, withering in need. “Connor please, please, I’ve been a good. girl” You mewled out, batting your sweet lashes up at him.

There was something so thrilling and almost primal about you laying before him so vulnerable. The way you begged for his cock had him hardening even more. You never ceased to make his heart clench and cock jump from how sweet you were.“Shh, baby it's okay. I’ll give this pussy what it needs.” He cooed to you so softly.

Connor pumped his cock a few times, his pre cum seeping from the tip and spreading over his shaft. He pushed your legs up to your chest and lined his cock up to your hole. He could see your pretty pussy tighten up in anticipation. An amused exhale left his nose as he looked up into your eyes. They were foggy, glassy with lust and pure need. 

Connor pushed the head of his cock in and he groaned, hand coming down to the side of your head to brace himself. He gripped the bedsheets below you two and his face scrunched up in restraint. He knew first penetration was always hard for you. Your poor pussy couldn’t take so much cock so he had to take his time. He struggled to keep his composure and just thrust his full length into you. He knew if he did you'd cry out, sob, and claw at him. It was thrilling.

He sighed out and smoothed the skin on your hip with his palm. "Relax baby." With each second that passed he slipped in further and further in taking his time to stretch you out.

You were a mess below him, clawing at his shoulders and back. If he were human you would be sure he'd have red claw marks on his porcelain skin.

You panted like a bitch in heat, cunt clamping hard on him. “M-more, more Connor, I can take it.” You pouted up to him.

Connor chuckled at your bold statement. “You can take it huh?” 

“Y-yeah I can take it-”

Connor slammed his cock into you causing a yelp to escape your throat. The big stretch was painful as his tip bumped your cervix. Your body jolted upwards away from him but he just pulled his cock out and shoved it in again.

“Thought you could take it, princess. This is what you’ve been whining about?” Connor smiled down at you cruelly. He folded you in half, pushing your legs farther up to your chest. His cock slipped further in, making a lewd squelching sound.

“Y-yes!” You cried out in response.

“Then stop fucking complaining and take my cock like a good girl.” Connor leaned down and kissed you roughly, tongue slipping into your mouth. His hand gripped your chin as he pumped his cock into you.

His heavy balls slapped against the plump flesh of your ass. The noise echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and into your ear. Your juices leaked out of your cunt, coating his cock and dripping down his balls. He could feel it warm them and groaned into your mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s my good princess, fuck clench down just like that.” 

You blushed, your pussy clamping down on him just from the compliment. “Ahh! Mphm! Fuck…Connor!” You were loud letting high-pitched moans fall from your pouty lips. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on your lip relishing in the sweet bliss of his cock.

“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Connor smacked your face lightly and you released your bottom lip from your teeth. 

“C-Connor I’m not gonna- I can’t-” Your words were chopped up, as you struggled to speak. They came out in whiney babbles and Connor couldn’t help but become amused. He thought you looked so cute like that. Your face controted into pleasure, words not even forming sentences just sounds. He loved seeing you completely drunk on his cock. 

“Good girl, just like that.” He praised you. He pressed the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slow and tight circles around it. You cried out, clawing at his back. Your bambi eyes brimmed with tears. You blinked, lashes fluttering and coated in the wetness. Fat tears rolled down your pink cheeks as you came.

Connor noticed but didn't fret. You would cry often due to the pure delight of cumming. He leaned down, cooing to you and licking them up with his tongue. He could taste the bitter and salty flavor of your tears.

That simple act made your walls clench down on his throbbing cock. Your legs locked him in place, wrapped around his waist and not letting him retract further than he should. He pounded into your soaking wet heat. “Fuck!” He cursed as you milked his cock. One final thrust into your spongy sweet spot had Connor spilling ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He gave a few sloppy thrusts helping you both ride out your orgasms. Your cream and his cum oozed out as he pushed his cock deep in, making it overflow and spill. You poor pussy was a mess. All fucked out and painted white.

Connor panted for a few seconds but recovered quickly due to his android body. He placed sweet soft kisses on your red cheeks and your forehead. “You did so good for me baby.” His voice was soft and sweet as he spoke.

You smiled up at him, panting softly, “Happy Valentine's Day.” 

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

“If You Don’t Look Good, We Don’t Look Good” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Shameless Smut (I got carried away), Cameo Appearance by Soft!Dom Dean, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4200

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

Neither one of you have had to use it – until you get a text from Sam. A case has gone all kinds of awful for Dean. You are not ready for the version of Dean you have to face in the aftermath.

Notes: This is total self-indulgence because I miss This Dean.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Hair Pulling" square.

Image created in Canva (links for photos used - found on Google: Jensen Ackles, Liverpool Comic Con, 2023; Jensen Ackles Photo Shoot

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You stare, mid-muffin chew, at Sam’s text.

“Fuck me.” A few stray crumbs and a rogue blueberry land on a page of lore you should probably be more careful with. But you can’t be bothered with MOL reference handling procedures at the moment.

This is Red Alert. Defcon 5. Designated Survivor Mode Activated.

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

“Fuck.” There’s no point in continuing to curse to yourself. “Fuck.” But you can’t help it. Neither one of you has ever had to use it before. You’d come close a few times.

The book is forgotten, pushed to the side on the table surface. Your fingers glide over the phone’s keyboard.

Is he alright?!? What happened? Please, tell me this is a joke?

I wouldn’t joke about this. Sam’s words bubble up, line by line. Well, I made the mistake of joking right after it happened. It’s gotten progressively worse the entire drive back. He hasn’t said a single word since we got in the car. IDK what’s gonna happen.

“Fuck.”

Should I evacuate? How much time do I have?

Just pulled into the garage.

Shit, Sam! Do you not understand how a code word for disaster preparedness works? One needs enough time to actually prepare for the disaster!

You wait. More bubbles. Then nothing. Maybe Sam didn’t make it out alive. Maybe you should make a run for it through the war room and up the stairs. Save yourself.

I received some communication. He’s headed straight for the showers. Meet you in the lab.

“A what?”

“Musca.” Sam sighs. “Ever seen ‘The Fly’?”

“On cable years ago, filtered through my fingers.”

Sam continues. “They secrete this sticky goo to build a nest.” His mouth crinkles. “Dean landed in it.”

“The nest?” you ask.

“The goo. A puddle of the stuff. Monster fluids freak him out.”

You shiver in disgust at the thought. “Fuck creature feature fluids. 100% in agreement.”

“So, we tracked the musca to its hideout in an abandoned factory. We split up when we got inside…”

“Why do you always split up?” you ask, following it with a frustrated groan.

Sam purses his lips and then proceeds. “When I found him, he was basically glued to this massive conveyor belt holding the goo like it was a kiddie pool. I had to cut him out of most of his clothes to free him.”

The thought of a half-naked Dean has you shiver for other reasons. “Poor guy,” you add in an effort to express sympathy over your dirty thoughts.

Sam chuckles.

You straighten with worry Sam has figured out your crush on his brother. Ready to dispute any yearnings, you add a grumbly edge to your voice and the question. “What was funny about any of that?”

Sam fists long strands on the right side of his scalp high in the air. “Even his hair got stuck to the belt. I had to hack half of it off.” He fingers his bangs back into effortless waves. “Once we killed it, Dean mumbled, ‘Vidal Sassoon you ain’t, fucker.’”

You shrug, confused. “Well, I mean, I get the trauma from the nasty gnat excretions. But that doesn’t explain why you had to warn of a possible Dean disaster.”  

Sam’s gaze tears from yours to stare at the floor by his boots.

“Sam?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I might have said something like, ‘We can’t all be masterful hunters with glorious locks.’”

You frown. “Sam…”

Sam raises a hand in defense. “Hey, maybe now he’ll finally shut up about my hair being a liability. I mean, hello, I’ve still got mine.”

The temptation to knock on Dean’s bedroom door is great. But you refrain, hiding away in yours instead. He’ll be better in the morning, you decide. Especially if you fry up some bacon.

A light rap of knuckles against mahogany distracts you from the latest show binge on your laptop. You pause the action. “Yeah?”

“Got a minute?” Even with the question, Dean’s tone sounds like a command.

You gulp. “Sure.” Rotating in the seat, your hand grips the top of the backrest. You’ll try to hold the line against the Dean Winchester Offensive.

The door swings slowly on its hinges. Dean slinks into your space. It’s the opposite of his usual bluster and humorous bellows that lead to inevitable laughter on your end. His slippers shuffle along the tile. He’s wearing roomy sweats and a dark t-shirt that hugs his torso. A folded towel is wedged into the crook of his arm. 

Your brain locks onto two things that appear off about Dean. The first thing totally out of place on the masterpiece before you is the baseball cap.

In the next second, you remember why he’s wearing it. It’s not because he’s undercover as a delivery driver or Fish and Wildlife Game Warden.

Dean does not want you to see his hair in its current state.

The second thing makes your pulse quicken. His beard is… gone. You can’t remember the last time you saw him even close to clean-shaven. You forgot what that sharp jawline used to do to your insides.

“Hey.” You don your best don’t-let-on-to-anything smile.

Dean scrutinizes you as if you are a witness in his rapid-fire way and then huffs. “Son of a bitch told you, didn’t he?”

You decide not to remind Dean he and Sam share the same mother. “He did. I’m sorry. You okay?”

The door clicks shut. “I’ll live. Sam might not see the light of day, though.”

You ignore the murder threat, instead focusing on a new scent in the air. You sniff, nostrils flaring with the deep inhale. Dean smells like he’s working on an amazing beach tan.

He nods at your reaction. “Coconut Oil. I had to use all that was in the kitchen for…” He circles his lower body with a finger and eventually points to the baseball cap.

“Did it do the trick?”

“Better than I hoped. I even got all that nasty shit out of my hair.” His weight shifts from one foot to the other. “But I need a favor.”

“At your disposal.” Still seated, you somersault your hand as if addressing royalty.

That at least cracks a tiny smile into his serious veneer. “I had to take a razor to my hair and cut it pretty short. Can you clean me up in the back?”

You clutch your chest and gasp in the most dramatic fashion you can muster. “You trust me to touch your hair?” 

“I trust you with my life, wiseass.” Dean smirks. “Can the sass and help a guy out, would ya?”

A warmth blossoms in your heart at Dean’s words. The heat spreads to your skin. You wave a hand at the towel and clear your throat. “Those the accouterments?”

Dean quirks a brow and grins. “Croutons?”

“And you call me the wiseass.” You sigh.

He shrugs with a nod in agreement. He drops the towel on the desk and lifts one of the corners to reveal the electric razor inside.

“Okay. Here’s as good a place as any, I suppose.” You rise from your seat, close the laptop, and move it to your dresser.

“You sure? We can go to the bathroom.” He thumbs at the door.

You wave a hand at the chair you vacated, now standing behind it. “Here’s good.”

Dean sits. The wooden chair creaks.

“Towel.”

Dean grabs the razor before passing the towel. You flap the fabric, channel your inner toreador, and let it billow over Dean’s frame like a sail. When it settles, you wrap and tuck it into the back of the collar.

Moments like this are pure indulgence. Getting within close proximity of Dean years ago left your brain unable to process the simplest tasks. Breathing. Blinking. Talking. Eventually, you got a handle on your senses. Now, you could treat yourself to the experience of him on occasion in a myriad of ways. No one had to be the wiser that the mundane helped create many fantasies.

“Razor.”

Dean chuckles, presenting you with the razor over his shoulder. “It’s not surgery.”

“Hey, appreciate the seriousness with which I’m embracing this endeavor.” You step to his left. “Dean?”

He lifts his head to peer up from under the brim of his cap. “Yeah?” His blinks emphasize the question.

All that does is force you to focus on his pretty lashes and the eye color he’s daring you to try and describe in your head. The cheekbones and the manicured five o’clock shadow aren’t helping matters either. You swallow and remember what’s supposed to happen next. “Can’t do much with that hat on your head.”

“Oh. Right.” He sighs. “Just, no laughing, alright?”

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze softly in confirmation. “No laughing. Promise.”

Dean exhales. You suck in your lips and hold your breath. He closes his eyes and peels the cap off.

You stare dumbfounded.

“Say whatever you gotta say,” Dean mumbles with scrunched features and shut lids.

Your vision clouds. Heart races. “It’s…”

“Awful,” he interrupts.

“Perfect,” you whisper.

Eyes open at the word. His gaze shoots up to meet yours. “Huh?”

Gone are the 90s dreamboat bangs he’s been growing out and tending to since 2020. In their place are a couple of directionless inches that need gel after the scrubbing, clipping, and hat matting. The Musca goo must have done most of its damage around the sides and back. In those areas, he’s shaved it short and close, done his best to fashion a fade that you imagine was muscle memory for him even after all these years. You eye the spot at the base of his skull that needs to be cleaned and tapered.  

You’re blinking, fighting back tears, utterly speechless.

Dean stares, total confusion lining his face. “Are you crying? Why the hell are you crying?” He taps the top of his head. “Shit… is it that fucking of a fiasco?”

“No.” You cover your mouth at the possibility a nervous laugh might spill out, which will only irritate him further. Moments pass as you struggle to steady your breath.

“Well, what the hell is it then?”

Dropping the hand covering your mouth, you beam down at him. “It’s you.” You could care less about what you were supposed to do with the razor in your hand. Instead, you perch your ass against the desk so you can lean back and take him in.

Dean’s eyes widen. You’ve seen that look of concern many times. “Yeeaaah. It’s me. Who else would it be? Do I need to get Sam?”

Your head shakes in amazement at the vision. “I haven’t seen this Dean since… damn, since before the pandemic. Since you and Sam made that bet, remember?”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Sam and I make lots of bets.”

“The one about you being unable to resist the temptation to take a razor to your hair during lockdown. I don’t even remember what the stakes were.”

Dean contemplates. “Hm. I haven’t got a clue. That was like, what, four years ago.” His lids shade the dark green of his irises. “This Dean?”

You nod. Your breath hitches at the swell of emotions rising. “The guy I first met.”

Dean shifts in the chair and leans forward. Every furrow and crinkle on his face melts away. His eyes appear to double in size as he waits for you to continue.

“My hero.” The whisper is a physical manifestation of how vulnerable and exposed you feel at Dean’s silent interrogation method. You press on. “The one that risked his life to save me… forever ago.”

He lifts one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin. “Sam was there, too, you know.”

You laugh. Cheeks warm at the adorably smug reaction. “Yes, you’re right. He was.”

Dean shakes his head. “Sam’s had the exact same haircut for years. I don’t see you crying every time you lay eyes on him. He’s a walking reminder of the guy you first met.”

“But he’s not you.” In your haste to provide an explanation, you realize you’ve said too much.

Dean’s mouth opens a fraction. His brows downturn. He’s working it out in his head in real-time.

You’re terrified.

A new smile forms. You think you spot a blush on his cheeks. “What else do you remember about this Dean?”

You shrug and tear your gaze from his. You don’t want your words to betray you again.

“Hm.” Dean rambles off a laundry list. “A lot of brooding back then, wasn’t there? I was a really good brooder. Hard to figure out? Distant, too, right? Definitely knew what was best for everybody. Stubborn jackass.”

You remain silent.

“Okay, still a stubborn jackass.”

You giggle. He joins in with a chuckle. Your anxiety eases and you find courage to look at him again.

“We’ve all changed in different ways, I guess. You, for example.” Dean gestures in your direction.

You stiffen. This could go many ways. You aren’t ready for any of them.

“You don’t take any of my shit, for one.” He raises a finger. “You're confident. You speak your mind. You have a life outside of these bunker walls.” Four fingers are on display for a while. He smiles and elongates his thumb. “But you still make this your home.”

“Every second of the life I’m able to live is because of you guys. I owe you everything. I’m lucky you let me make this my home.” You reason.

Dean’s smile drops. The open palm clenches into a fist and rests on his thigh. “You don’t owe us anything.”

“You and Sam did all that for me without batting an eye. You didn’t expect anything in return. You and Sam gave me so much more than I could ever repay. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a home.” You shrug and smile. “You became my home.”

He studies the floor and smirks, stating more to himself, “Not the only long-standing bet I’ve lost to Sam today.” Dean inhales and sits tall, focusing back on you. He nods, slow and calculated. “So, perfect, huh?” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get a big head.”

“A little late for that.” He grins and reclines back. “Would you go so far as to say this Dean” – he sweeps his hands in front of his figure in a dramatic gesture – “is irresistible?”

You exhale. “I don’t know if I’d say irresistible.”

He licks his lips. “Whew. Well, that’s good. I mean, otherwise, you’d have the same problem I have.”

You drop the razor on the desk and cross your hands over your chest. “What problem would that be?”

A heated gaze, beginning at your socked feet, rakes over you with his answer. “How much I find every fucking thing about you irresistible. You could shave your head and wear a potato sack, and I’d still have to keep my feelings in check.” You're practically on fire by the time his eyes lock with yours. “Every goddamn second of every day I’m around you.”

“This would be one of those times I don’t take any of your shit,” you scoff and squint back.

It’s his turn to clutch his hand to his chest. “You think I’m lying?”

“I think you’re having a little too much fun at the expense of my soul-baring.”

“Wanna bet?” 

Dean’s voiced that question countless times. Tonight, though, certainty laces his words.

He seems to take your silence as the only needed response. “Kiss me.”

“Wh-hat?”

“If you think you can resist, kiss me, and it’s a one-and-done.” His brows lift. “But if you can’t… Well, I might not leave this room anytime soon.”

“That doesn’t sound like a wager. More like a dare.” You straighten your stance. “Besides, you’re assuming…”

He grumbles out an interruption, “Sounds like somebody’s stalling.”

Your mouth snaps shut.

“Maybe we both take the armor off for a night. Take a chance on something that could be awesome.” Dean posits. His hands rub the cloth atop his thighs. “I can make it awesome.” The tone is low and promising. “If it helps, I’m this Dean tonight. We can worry about that Dean tomorrow.” He smiles, reaches a hand out to you, and nods in encouragement.

He’s struggling to play it cool, keep his emotions in check. You’ve seen this Dean before. He’s inhaling and exhaling fast through his nose. His jaw clenches and it cracks your resolve even further.

You drop your shield and let this Dean win you over. 

You melt, wrapping your fingers over his. This Dean’s touch electrifies every cell and awakens every dormant hope you had put to rest. He tugs you into his space. His lead forces the parting of your legs in order for his thigh to slot between. You hover. Your chin drops to your chest while his chin tips up high to hold your gaze. His body heat pulses off him like a vibrational energy. “Kiss me.” It’s the sweetest and softest request you’ve ever heard this Dean utter.

Your fingers trace along the freshly shaved hair over his right ear. It’s slippery and smooth in one direction, scritch-scratchy in the other. You can study every battle scar on this handsome canvas. No bangs of curtains or overgrown beard can hide them from you now. 

His lips part and release a deep sigh. Your fingers slip down his neck. Warm hands rest on the curve of your hips.

“I won’t be able to resist you,” you whisper.

“Good,” he hums. He’s guiding you with a firm grip to straddle his thigh. Then, there’s an encouraging push with a large palm and splayed fingers against the middle of your back. The sweet smell of coconut hits. Your gaze zones onto that bowed top lip. The way the plump bottom one parts from it to grant entrance.

Dean huffs an impatient groan you are all too familiar with. “You don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?” you tease.

“More like a warning.” His voice is gruff and deep.

You hold back a moan at the sound, then dip down and do as you’re told.

Everything about the kiss is eager and rushed. Together you’re a tangle of limbs and fever pitch need. You’re pressed tight and right to his body - all muscle-tense and trigger-ready. His lips respond in kind to your every brush, swipe, and nudge for more and more.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he murmurs through the kiss.

You gasp in satisfaction at the intention. 

His lips skim to your jaw, under your ear, then down your neck. “I gotta know that’s what you want.”

“Yes, Dean.”

Another hum thrums against your skin. You shiver as fingers creep under the hem of your t-shirt. His nose nuzzles along the frayed v-neck collar. He cups your breasts under the fabric. A thumb and finger twists one of your nipples even more erect. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping over the other fabric-covered nipple draw a strained moan out of your throat.

Soon the shirt is tugged hastily over your head for removal. Then you feel his mouth and hands all over your breasts again, unencumbered.

You’re a panting, heaving mess riding his thigh like you’re on an X-rated carousel. You arch your chest into his face. He’s slurping and sucking your nerve endings into the stratosphere. He pops a tit out of his mouth long enough to order, “Yeah, come for me so I can fuck that nice wet pussy.”

Dean staring at you, commanding you to come for him, is the tipping point you need to orgasm hard and fast.

“Yeah.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and clamps his mouth to yours. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.” He steals every gasp of air you expel with his inhales.

You’re tingling all over. He peels you off his thigh to sandwich his standing body to yours. He towers over you. He’s stiff and erect in his sweats, pressed into your lower tummy. His hands sweep up and down the channel of your spine.

“This Dean’s got a lot to make up for.” His tongue licks at your lips. “But I gotta be inside you right now.”

You nod. “You got five seconds to get me naked and on that bed.”

Never let it be said that Dean Winchester is not up for a challenge.

The chair behind him is now careening towards the bedroom door on all four legs. You scream-giggle as he lifts you into the air while he twirls, then tosses you onto the mattress, bouncing at the impact.

The sound of the chair crashing and toppling into a corner does nothing to distract you from watching Dean tunnel out of his t-shirt, kick off his slippers, and hopscotch out of his pants and boxers. His hard, thick cock springs to attention.

Fuck. You want every inch of that deep inside you.

He hooks his fingers onto the hem of your pants and manages to pull your socks off along with them. Kneeing onto the bed, he croons, “Been wanting you for so long, baby.”

Your head falls back into the cushion of the mattress, woozy from Dean’s actions and confession. “Probably been wanting you longer.”

Your panties are off and tossed over his shoulder next. “You don’t gotta wait anymore.” He grips under your knees and drags you to him. He slides over the wet heat of your folds and hisses, “Wanna fuck you without a condom.”

You whimper, “Just fuck me already.”

He smiles, grabs his cock – that must be fitted with a pussy homing device – and pistons into your entrance without any further mother fucking ado.

You gasp at the searing heat and sharp pain of him stretching you open. But he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s minding how your facial features accept the brunt of each thrust and the agonizing slow release of his cock. Over and over. His descent is just as slow as he fucks. But eventually, your legs clamp around his waist and he wraps you in an embrace. Chests plastered together, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Your fingers inch into what remains of his bangs. You pull at the hair and Dean groans out, “Yeah.”

It’s lovely and languid for however long you both have the patience. The feel of him everywhere and inside is something you don’t ever want to end. But there’s a second orgasm building. The thought of Dean spilling into you has your walls clench in impatience around his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts, face tucked along your neck. You lift your head up to enjoy the view of his undulating back and curvy ass clenching and raising as his fucking gains momentum. You pull at his hair again. “Fuuuck.”

He stills, turns to stone, and you feel his cock pulse and warmth spill inside. Moments later, a hand wedges between your bodies to thumb your clit and trigger your second orgasm.

You cry out his name.

“I got you, baby,” Dean whispers into your ear. And he does. Not letting go and practically swaddling you with his body. The sexiest weighted blanket on the planet.

You smile and stroke – instead of pulling – at his hair. “Who’s got me exactly? This Dean or That Dean?”

He sighs, sounding winded. “You get all the versions. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He leans back to stare at you. “Yeah?” He’s red and flushed and the happiest you’ve ever seen him. “Even if I grow my hair out again?”

You nod. “Yeah. More for me to pull.”

Dean groans and flops to his back beside you, chuckling.

You listen to the rhythm of your collective breathing slow down and regulate. His fingers brush along the flesh of your thigh. “Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier, you said something about losing two bets to Sam today. What was the other one?”

“Asshole told me you had a thing for me years ago. Let’s hold off on telling him he was right, or I’m doing his laundry for an entire year.”

“I don’t think we have to tell him anything, Dean. I’m pretty sure he heard everything.”

“Hm. You’re right.” He’s up on an elbow, staring down at you. “Maybe text him that code thing? That might get him out of the bunker for a while.”

You blink. “Code?”

“Don’t play coy now.” Dean shakes his head. “But what’s the ‘66’ mean?”

You bite your lip.

He waits.

“It was Sam’s idea.”

He waits.

“The 66 Seals.” 

Dean cringes.

You shrug. “Too soon?”

“And he says I have a twisted sense of humor.” Dean yawns. He finds the edge of the comforter you both are lying atop and tosses it over your naked bodies. “So, will you still clean me up in the back? Maybe wait until morning, though?”

“Absolutely.” You snuggle into his chest, secure that Dean will wake up next to you in the morning. “If you don’t look good, we don’t look good.”

It takes a beat before Dean responds with a teasing smack to the back of your head, followed by a kiss on your forehead. “Wiseass.”

[tomssexdoll]

I JSUT WANNA START BY SAYING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

ok.

so ofc u don’t have to do it but it’s just an idea could you pretty pls do a fic with bill and f reader, and reader (idk how what to call it, sorry i’m so confusing) is not really used to showing love in any way, and isn’t used to being shown love, and for the first time she asks bill to cuddle after a rough day or whatever (up to you) and it’s just rlly rlly cute and stuff

SORRY ITS SO CONFUSING i just need more fluff bill😞

YESS

TYSM FOR THE LOVE IT MEANS SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING AND ILYSM AND ILY ILY ILY ILY MWAH

I had a really, really rough day today. Work was so busy, I was working a 12 hour shift at the hospital I work out. I'm a nurse so I deal with so much ever day.

I came home to see Bill waiting on the couch for me, wrapped in blankets ane watching his favourite show, his eyes lit up when he saw me and he ran to me, "hey baby!" he smiled, I groaned "not now honey..im so tired im sorry" I sighed and grabbed his hand, walking to the couch with him.

Me and Bill have been dating for 9 months and he knows I don't really show affection and that I'm not used to recieving love, in past relationships I was severley neglected and used and it scared me, driving me away from any affection at all.

But tonight was different, after being yelled at, puked on, peed on and slapped 2 times I just needed his touch, I yearned for his arms around me, stroking my hair and kissing me.

We did show some affection of course but it was mainly him.

I whined and looked up at him, "can we cuddle..please.." his eyes widened and his head snapped towards me, "oh..uh..of course baby let's go to bed first" he held my hand, leading me to the bedroom and helping me change into comfier clothes, his actions quick so I wouldn't change my mind.

We slipped into bed and he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, gently stroking my cheek and kissing me softly. "Why the sudden change of heart liebe?" he whispered softly, looking down at me and smiling like an idiot.

"After being abused all day I just need your touch, I need to be in your arms and feel loved.." I buried my head in his chest, wrapping my arms around him tightly and feeling his heartbeat against my ear.

"Do you want to do this more often schatz? I mean if you like it, why not do it more often, hm?" he stroked my hair gently, I considered it, I loved the way his arms felt around me, it was like relief after so long of being mistreated.

"I think we should, I was just scared and had to face my fears I guess, I could spend hours like this" I smiled, he chuckled "me too, me too"

After laying in silence for a while, enjoying each others company and Bill giving me occasional kisses or back rubs, he whispered softly in my ear, "you're becoming sleepy schatz, let's go to bed" I nodded softly and slipped off his chest, turning around and backing into him, I felt his arms wrap around my frame and hold me close, kissing my neck softly before whispering a loving 'goodnight' to me.

I was too tired to even speak and just replied with a mumble, Bill chuckled and turned the lamp off, slowly falling asleep in each other embrace.

tags: @itsmealaiah @ballhair @ge-billsgf @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @itsangelll @cyberleathalz @charliesgoodboy @tomkaulitzloverr

[tldix]

do i wanna know?

it’s time, the final chapter is here.

chapter 5

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : mature 18+, dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

a few nights later, you found yourself sitting on the couch, flipping through your phone while dean was busy in the kitchen. he was trying to remake some pasta he used to make along time ago, apparently your dad & him were obsessed with it in their college days. you’re mindlessly scrolling through facebook when you scrolled past a photo of someone that tagged you in a group photo- a photo from when you were in highschool. it was your whole senior class, right after taking your senior pictures. you stood between Jo & Colter. you had your arms around both of them beaming at the camera. your thumb hesitated over the screen before you decided to just keep scrolling.

“you okay?” dean called from his kitchen, worry dripped in his tone at the lack of conversation

“yeah” you said quickly, setting your phone down & averting your attention back to him

he walked over, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he sat down beside you on the sofa. his hand finding its usual place on your knee. “you sure baby?”

you hesitated before meeting his eyes. “it’s just.. i saw a picture of me, colter, & jo all together. it didn’t bother me much, really, but it reminded me of how much it used too. back when i first got home”

deans hand found yours now, his thumb brushing over your knuckles “& now?”

you gave him a small bit confident smile as you squeezed his hand. “now? it doesn’t matter. i have you.”

his lips quirked up into the biggest shit eating grin, his green eyes beaming with warmth “damn right you do baby” as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

the way he said it, so sure & steady. so grounding. it made you realize how far you actually have come. you were almost finished with your degree, completing the last semester online so you could continue to work at bobby’s. you were happier than you could ever believe. the hurt that Jo & Colter had left behind felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the life you were building with dean

———

fuck. despite your best efforts to keep things under wraps, it became increasingly clear that your dad was no longer buying the “just friends” act. he’d always been sharp as a tack, & lately, his questions & lingering looks had become a helluva lot harder to dodge. so much so you were banishing yourself to the patio or to your room to avoid it. you started staying over at deans quite a bit more, playing it off as you were staying over at charlie’s.

one afternoon, while you were working at bobby’s diner, your dad stopped by for his lunch. he sat at the counter, sipping his coffee & watching you with an expression that made you uneasy.

“somethin on your mind dad?” you asked as you refilled his cup.

he raised an eyebrow “should there be sticks?”

“you’re staring at me like you’re waiting for me to confess somethin” you said, trying your hardest to keep your tone light.

jp leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching into a smirk “maybe i am. you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with dean here lately”

you froze, oh no. oh no. fuck fuck fuck. you forced a causal shrug “we’ve always spent tons of time together. nothing new”

“uh-huh.” your dad said, his tone making it clear he didn’t believe you.

before you could ever try to muster a response, the bell above the door rung & in walked dean. his presence as commanding as ever. he gave you a quick nod & a small smile, which you returned with a barely contained nervousness. your dads eyes shifted from you to dean. his expression unreadable.

“afternoon jp” dean said, sliding into stool next to him like it was he most natural thing in the world.

“dean” your dad replied, his tone causal but his gaze sharp.

you busied yourself behind the counter trying to appear nonchalant “coffee, dean?”

“yeah, thanks sticks” he said. his voice warm in a way that made your dads eyebrows lift slightly.

the tension was palpable as you poured the coffee, your back to them, hoping they weren’t about to have some sort of silent showdown. when you turned back, dean was leaning on the counter, casually sipping his drink but there was an unmistakable stiffness in his shoulders.

“you’ve been hanging around a lot lately,” your dad said suddenly, his tone conversational but with an edge that made dean pause.

dean glanced at you briefly before tearing his gaze back to Jp, finding his eyes already staring right back at him. “what can i say? the diners got good coffee. best in town”

“uh-huh.” your said said, setting his cup down. “it’s funny, though. seems like it’s not just the coffee you’re interested in.”

your breath caught, you felt the heat rising to your neck but you stared at your dad. dumbfounded, unsure if he was gunna push further. dean didn’t flinch, but you could see the flicker of unease in his eyes.

“not sure what you’re getting at jp” dean said a bit too quickly but keeping his tone neutral & even.

your dads gaze shifted back to you. “what about you, sticks? got anything to add?”

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, it seemed luck was on your side today was bubbly strolled out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his dish towel.

“jp quit interrogating my staff. wait till she’s off to do that” bobby said, his gruff voice breaking the tension. phew. thank god for bobby “dean, stop making googly eyes at sticks while you’re at it” oh my god. yup you were wrong. luck is not on your side & it seems bobby isn’t either.

dean nearly chocked on his coffee, while your dad turned to bobby with raised eyebrows.

“googly eyes?” your dad repeated, his tone skeptical.

bobby shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “what? everyone can see it”

you wanted to sink into the floor, jump out the driver through window, have a nuclear bomb drop on you but dean recovered quickly, flashing a smirk at bobby “don’t know what you’re talking bout, singer”

“sure ya don’t” bobby said, chuckling to himself as he disappears back into the kitchen.

your dad didn’t say anything for a long while, just studying the two of you with that same sharp gaze. finally, he stood, tossing some cash on the counter.

“thanks for the coffee sticks.” he said his tone neutral but with heavy meaning, he glanced at dean “we’ll talk later”

& with that, he was gone. leaving you & dean alone in the diner

——-

the moment the door closed behind your dad, you turned to dean. your heart racing “what the hell was that?”

dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “that was your dad starting to put two & two together”

“i thought we agreed to wait to tell him, till at least a month in” you said, panic creeping into your voice.

“we did” dean said, leaning forward on the counter. “but i don’t think we got much of a choice anymore sweetheart. the man’s far from stupid, he definitely knows something’s up”

you dropped your head into your hands groaning “this is such a mess”

dean reached across the counter, gently tugging your hands away from your face. “hey, we’ll figure it out okay? we just gotta be honest with him sweetheart. like i said he’ll come around”

you looked at him, chest tightening with the sincerity laced in his tone. it was almost intoxicating, until you remembered the seriousness of this conversation. “& what if he doesn’t take it well?”

dean gave you a small smile before pressing his lips to your knuckles, “then we’ll figure it out. together.”

——-

later that evening, after the diner had closed & bobby sent you home. you & dean sat on the porch steps of your house, waiting for your dad to come back from a gas station run. the air was thick, with anticipation, neither of you saying much as the minutes ticked by. you found yourself staring at the moon, finding solace in the man that got to live there.

when your dads truck finally pulled back into the driveway, you stood, your nerves buzzing. dean followed suit, his hands briefly brushing against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

jp stepped out of his truck, lugging a case of beer. raising an eyebrow at the two of you before he says “what the hell is this? some sorta intervention? least lemme open a beer first”

“something like that” dean said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

your dad set the case down on the porch as he crossed his arms. his gaze bouncing between the two of you, “alright out with it.”

you took a deep steadying breath, your heart pounding as you say “dean… dean & i… we’re together.”

your dad didn’t react at first, just staring at you with his famous unreadable expression. you were starting to worry he was having a heart attack when the silence stretched, you felt the panic starting to set in

finally, he turned to dean. his expression never faltering. “together” he repeated slowly, the word heavy with meaning.

dean nodded, his jaw tightening slightly as if preparing for war “yeah, jp. i care about her. a lot.”

your dad studied dean, his gaze sharp & piercing “how long?”

you glanced nervously at dean; who hesitated only for a moment before answering. “not long. we didn’t wanna keep it from you, but we uh we didn’t know… exactly how to tell you”

“didn’t know how to tell me” your dad repeated, his tone deceptively calm. he turned to you, uttering your first name as he said “you couldn’t come to me & say “hey dad, i’m dating your bestfriend?”

“you- you make it seem so simple when it wasn’t.” you said quickly, “we didn’t wanna hurt you dad. we weren’t sure how’d you take it”

your dads lips pressed into a thin line as he considered this, he looked back at dean. his voice lowering “& you? what were you afraid of winchester?”

dean exhaled, jesus chuck your dad was a terrifying man. his shoulders relaxed slightly as he met your dads gaze “i didn’t wanna lose you jp. you’re my bestfriend. & i know… this is probably the last thing you were expecting. but i’m serious about her. i wouldn’t be here otherwise”

the silence that followed was utterly suffocating, your dad started at dean for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh. he rubbed a hand over his face, muttering something incoherent under his breath.

finally; he said “i’m definitely not happy bout being the last one to know��

you opened your mouth to apologize but he held up a hand, stopping you.

“but.” he continued, looking between the two of you, “i can’t really say i’m all that surprised. i’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

you froze “you.. have?”

“sticks.” your dad said, his tone softening slightly. “i’m not blind. i’ve known something’s been going on for awhile now. i just didn’t wanna go & jump to conclusions.”

dean stepped forward, his voice steady “i promise you jp, id never do anything to hurt her. she’s means so much to me”

your dads gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “you better now dean. because if you do, i’ll be very happy to remind you on why i’m better with a wrench than you are”

dean managed a small smile. “fair enough”

your dad turned to you, his expression softening further. “you happy sticks? like really truly happy?”

you nodded, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “yeah daddy, i am”

he sighed & pulled you into a brief hug. wrapping both arms around you “that’s all i care bout”

when he pulled back, he pointed a finger at dean “but you? you’re still on thin ice winchester”

dean smirked. “wouldn’t expect anything less jp”

——————

the next morning, the tension that hung over the house before was noticeably absent when you walked into the kitchen the next morning. your dad was at the table, reading his newspaper like nothing had happened. his coffee cup abandoned at his side.

“morning” you said hesitantly, barely above a whisper.

“morning sticks” he replied, not glancing up at you.

you grabbed a mug & poured yourself a cup of coffee, unsure if you should say anything. how mad was he? finally, your dad broke the silence.

“deans lucky i like him” he muttered, his tone gruff but nod unkind.

you smiled despite yourself, finding your words quicker than you’d intended “thanks for not freaking out”

he glanced up at you, his lips twitching into a small smile. “you’re my kid, i just want you to be happy. but if even thinks bout fucking up-“

“i know” you said quickly, grinning widely as you took a sip of your coffee “wrenches”

your dad chuckled, shaking his head “damn, right”

—————

the weeks following jps discovery brought a strange sense of calm, but it wasn’t without those jaw clenching, gut wrenching moments of tension. he didn’t press further after the initial conversation, but you could always feel him watching. observing every move you & dean made. well really, observing every move dean made. his gaze never faltered when he noticed you & dean in the same room together, he was careful around your dad. always the respectful gentleman he knew your dad wanted him to be, he wanted so badly to prove he wasn’t taking this lightly. it was enduring, how badly he chased your dads approval. not just as his bestfriend, now as his girlfriend dad as well. but when it was just the two of you, the cracks in his composure started to shine through. you could see how badly dean hated holding back, how desperate he was for things to just go back to normal.

that calm however was too short lived as Jps birthday rolled around. you decided to throw him a surprise bbq in the backyard- a family tradition that always brought everyone together, while you aimlessly run your hands over your thighs you think to yourself. this is what i was waiting on, this is home.

——-

the morning of the bbq dawned bright & warm, the sun casting an ethereal golden glow on the backyard as you & dean worked so hard to set it up, after sending your dad to the parts store for some radiator for a car dean was working on. the smell of fresh cut grass mingled with the faint scent of charcoal from the grill.

“here” you said, handing dean a stack of paper plates. “put these over there on the table, by the drinks”

“yes, ma’am” he said with a mock salute, his lips twitching into a smirk.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that dean always made graze your lips. there he was, in all his glory. sleeves rolled up, sunglasses perched on his nose. the easy confidence he wore like a second skin.

“hey” dean said as he passed by, brushing his hand over your lower back “you okay sweetheart?”

you nodded, glancing towards the house nervously. “just uh kinda nervous i guess… bout my dad. he’s still keeping a close eye on us, ya know?”

dean paused, letting his hang still rub circles on the small of your back. his smirk softening into something much more sincere. “let him watch us baby, we ain’t doing nothin wrong”

the reassurance in his voice seemed to settle your nerves, you gave him a small grateful smile as you turned to him. pressing your lips into his cheek “thank you baby”

“anytime” he said, giving your back one final pat before heading over to put the plates by the drinks

——

the backyard was buzzing with the life of the afternoon. the same string lights you had hung for your welcome home party now took place for your fathers birthday party, dean of course loaded up his “masterpiece of a grill” to bring over, this time though he was making ribs & everytime you got a whiff of it in the air, you swore your mouth watered. bobby arrived first, carrying a case of beer with a red bow on top. he gave you a kiss to your cheek & a knowing look as he passed.

“don’t worry sticks” he said, patting your shoulder as he looked out to the backyard. “your dad will come around. you know how jp is. he’s just being his usual … stubborn self.”

“thanks pops” you said, smiling gratefully at him. beyond thankful for his support.

cas & sam arrive next, deciding it would be best for them to just ride together. cas balancing the birthday cake he spent entirely “too much time on” as he put it, sam carrying a big box wrapped in Disney Cars wrapping paper. what are we, toddlers? he couldn’t shoot for scooby doo?

“where’s dean” sam asked, scanning the yard for his brother.

“at the grill sammy” you said, nodding towards the corner where dean was marinating the ribs.

sam smirked. “he’s really leaning into this whole boyfriend thing, ain’t he?”

“shut up sammy” you said as you felt the heat creep up to your cheeks

cas places his glorious cake down, making his way over to you before wrapping you in a huge hug. his expression calm as he says “everything looks perfect. you did a great job here bug”

“thanks cassy” you said, appreciating the grounding his presence gave you.

charlie, of course. was last to arrive. she came bouncing into the yard with her usual energy. “alright, where’s the birthday boy?” she called out, holding up a brightly wrapped gift. is that pink wrapping paper? jesus christ.

Jp emerged from the house, smiling widely at the scene before him. shaking his head with a deep belly laugh “you didn’t have to bring anything, charls”

“please old man” she said, rolling her eyes as she shoved the gift towards him “like i was gunna show up empty handed”

as the evening wore on bobby & sam were over at the table that held all the beer & liquor, taste testing everything before for the “best one” for your father, then ultimately decided their a bit too tipsy to even be able to taste the alcohol anymore. Cas of course, bless his heart was on dessert duty. being the only responsible-enough adult here to take charge of something so precious. & charlie of course, was teasing Jp about his age while you handled dishes. it was so peaceful, if you’d have told yourself a year ago that this is where you’d be you’d have laughed in your own face. but now? you couldn’t imagine anything better.

dean stood at the grill, a meat thermometer in hand as he lifted the hood of the grill with the same care & precision he gave his beloved impala. he was in his element, sleeves rolled up, & that easy smirk tugging at his lips when you cracked one of your jokes.

“you know” charlie said, sliding up to you as you arranged a tray of corn on the cob off to the side of the table. “he’s looking very domestic over there. almost like he’s auditioning to see if he’s husband worthy or not”

you rolled your eyes, though you felt the burn of your cheeks. “charlie. don’t start”

“who, me?” she asked. feigning innocence. “i’m just saying, the man’s glowing. in his own weird dean way. he’s beaming. pretty sure it’s because of you”

before you could respond, your dad walked over, raising an eyebrow at the two of you seemingly gossiping. he sees the flush of your cheeks & smiles “what are you two whispering bout?”

“nothing!” you say quickly, straightening your posture & directing your focus back to the tray.

“everything” charlie said at the same time, grinning wickedly.

jp eyed her suspiciously but let it go, that girl charlie always was an odd ball he thought. he slid past grabbing a beer from the cooler & found his way over to the tipsy sam & bobby.

——————

as the afternoon wore on, the subtlety of your relationship with dean began to unravel. it started small- dean brushing a stray hair out of your face as he passed you the ketchup, lingering looks that neither of you realized were obvious, the way he instinctively made your plate right before he made his, handing it to you with a wink. the not so subtle way you instinctively refilled his drink without him asking you too. his hand brushing against the small of you back.

“okay, i can’t take it anymore.” charlie declared suddenly after nursing one too many pina colada’s, standing up from her chair “when the hell are you two gunna tell everyone”

you froze, your fork halfway to your mouth the nervous flutter in your stomach told you the jig was up. “tell everyone what charls?”

“oh, come on.” charlie said annoyed, gesturing between you & dean. “you’re not exactly subtle.”

the backyard fell silent as everyone turned to look at the three of you.

dean set down his drink, his jaw tightening briefly before letting out a small laugh. “guess the cats outta the bag huh?”

your dad sighed heavily, muttering “took them long enough to figure it out”

bobby chuckled “hell, i’ve known since the day she started back at the diner. you two are bout as subtle as a shotgun blast full of rock salt.”

sam raised his glass “well it’s about damn time. congratulations you two”

cas, ever calm & supportive. (& being the only one who it really got confirmed too besides charlie & your father) added, “you two make a great match”

the warmth in his voice eased your nerves, almost completely dissipating them, when dean reached over to squeeze your hand, you felt every last drop of worry flea compelled.

“well” your dad said, standing up. “i guess it’s official now.” he let his eyes cut over to dean “just remember what i said son”

dean nodded solemnly “wrenches. yep i got it.”

the group erupted into laughter, the moment settling into something warm & comfortable. for the first time since in 4 years, you felt as if you were breathing freely.

——-

a week later, after going to the annual car show with your dad & dean you find yourself stumbling up on the door step of the MacLeod bakery. nestled in the heart of the town, sitting the same way it was the day they bought the place. the shop was a blend of elegance & chaos, much like its owners. with Crowley in the kitchen & Rowena behind the front desk, it made the atmosphere a bit brighter. their scottish heritage shown proudly on the walls with some original paintings from rowena, the shop always smalled of cinnamon & coffee grounds, the counter lined with green marble countertops & the display cases detailed with black flowers engraved. it was beautifully rowena.

rowena greeted you with a dazzling smile when you walked in. “well if it isn’t the two love birds! what brings you to my little slice of heaven today?”

crowley appeared in his long black apron, it sliding over his shoulders & tied tightly around his back. a bit of flour was scattered around it, along with some some strawberry filling. he’s wiping the access ingredients off his hands, as he looks up. “ah, dean winchester, lowering his standards by walking into my shop.”

“crowley” dean said with a mock disdain. “still alive, i see”

“barely, especially when she’s running things” crowley shot back with a chuckle, nodding his head towards rowena.

she swatted at him with the towel he had just placed down before turning her attention back to you. “come on darling, let me show you our newest creations”

as rowena led you toward the counter that held her huge display case of all things sweet, crowley leaned toward dean. lowering his voice enough to be sure you wouldn’t overhear, smirking. “she’s too good for you, you know”

dean chuckled “oh yeah. i know”

——————

3 months later

after weeks of careful planning & whispered discussions, you & dean decided to take a leap & move in together. the decision felt natural, the the next step in the story had been writing itself all along.

the first night you shared after you moved into deans, the two of you sat on the living room floor. packing boxes lined all around you as a pizza was sitting open, nicely on the coffee table.

dean leaned back against the couch, a slice in hand. “you know, this stuff isn’t half bad”

you laughed, nudging him with your foot “it’s pizza dean. it’s like nearly impossible to mess up”

he grinned, reaching over to grab your hand. “you realize we’re like official stuck with each other now right?”

you squeezed his hand as a shit eating grin vacancy on your face, “i wouldn’t have it any other way”

he pulled you by your hand, throwing you into his lap with a chuckle. you giggled on the way over. he wrapped his arms around you before placing a kiss to your forehead. “thanks for sticking with me, sticks”

you rolled your eyes, swatting at him lightly “i’m never gunna get away from that nickname, am i?”

“not a chance.” he said, pressing his lips to yours.

& as the two of you sat there, surrounded by the beginnings of your shared life, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace. for the first time, after everything felt exactly as it should be. it felt like home.

—————-

[n0phalt]

people found this which is kind of funny but also kind of keeps reminding me that the thing Happened even though my brain has since blocked it out so. mixed bag

i love the grind i love experiencing something devastatingly life altering and getting home just in time to scarf down One meal for the day and sleep immediately so i can get up in time to do the last few days of job that makes me frustrated and guilty inherently. guy in corner meme ‘they dont know i witnessed the horrors yesterday’ with name tag that says ‘im sooooooo normal’

[axelaxolotll]

very late intro post (yum!!)

.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.💞.

hi!! im Axel. i dont do much on here, lol so this will be a very unintriguing intro. (i rb. a lot. thats what i do.)

i use he/him and im a trans gay guy. if ur gonna be a bitch ab that, fuck off!!

my blog is about 70% yearning, 20% cod rbs, and 10% random shit. ish. i reblog a LOT.

my interests r - theater!! (something rotten is my current hyperfix!), sleeptoken, ghost, spiderman (itsv/atsv!!), music (alt rock / nu metal?), and probably some more that i can’t think of rn idk! <- coming back later on to say there was indeed much more

asks and DMs are always open :) im always here to talk or for silly questions (SEND ME ASKS SEND ME ASKS PLSPLSPLS)

i don’t have a DNI per se, just don’t be a bigot or a terf (also exclusionists of any kind lol. gtfo!!) and u should be good - i block freely !!

if anyone wants to be mutuals feel free to send me an ask/dm!! its hard to keep up w following every1 back but i love making mutuals so if u wanna be mutuals lmk!! (or spam like my posts. anyone who spam likes my posts i fall in love with)

i have a few tags i use pretty consistently -the #nsft tag, the #thoughts tag for writing, and i also use #asks every time i respond to an ask :)

idk what else to put here tbh so yeah! welcome <3

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[safe-ship-harbored]

rain world tumblr dash simulator except its my beloved unlore iterators

❌ Rotten-Masquerade Follow

I have learned a new word. Slaytastic. Apparently it means something is wonderful?

☕️ Silliest-Cafe-Owner

@I-Have-A-Cool-Overcoat STOP TEACHING THEM NEW WORDS STOP PLEASE

♠️ I-Have-A-Cool-Overcoat Follow

hehe :3

#I should teach Crime funny words!! idk if hes on this website tho :(

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❗ Your-Favorite-NPC Follow

Anyone know what this creature is? It doesn't look like any other creature that I've seen before

⌛ The-Time-Being

hi thats me

❗ Your-Favorite-NPC Follow

what?. what do you mean by this. and your tags????

#I have seen a lizard before!! you just don't look like one #have YOU ever seen a lizard? #also why did this get so many notes is this "time being" person really popular or smth

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☕️ Silliest-Cafe-Owner

ugh its so annoying being based on a character from other media

☕️ Silliest-Cafe-Owner

@Gravities-Biggest-Hater SHUT UP YOU'RE LITERALLY BASED ON CHUUYA

🦀 Gravities-Biggest-Hater

I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING??

#you still haven't told me who Chuuya is

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🦈 Shattered-Waters Follow

Yearning again.

🌊 Red-N-Blue-Rivers Follow

just talk to them!! it can't be that difficult, right?

🦈 Shattered-Waters Follow

It's really difficult Peril.

🎤 speak-up-pls

🦈 Shattered-Waters Follow

hey no that was meant to stay in tags.

#your font hurts to look at...

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🦀 Gravities-Biggest-Hater

I hope I don't have to fight my evil brother today

☄️️ Stardust-Tossed-Aside Follow

hey.

🦀 Gravities-Biggest-Hater

no fucking way.

#I'm pretty sure he died to the rot #but still. nice joke

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🐟 fish-posting

🐟 fish-posting

it's so dark down here.

#FISH HAS BEEN REAL QUIET SINCE HE POSTED THIS anyways i think this should be tagged with unreality and eyestrain #<- prev im in the void. what is unreal about this? i'll still tag it though. Thank you for pointing that out.

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[coldshrugs]

wip whenever

i've been tagged by @myreia @thevikingwoman and @redwayfarers and surprisingly i have things to share already! idk who to tag since we're well past wednesday, but please consider yourself tagged if you are a writer/artist/gposer/maker of things. i wanna see it all!

i'm putting this snippet entirely under a cut because it's mature TM and kind of long. the miserable timeline is in full swing and i kind of love this kiss and its aftermath so:

✨💗✨

Io closes her eyes and nods. Her annoyance softens.

She lifts her hand to his chest. It whispers over his collarbone, winds around the back of his neck. The sounds of the stable fade from his mind when she lifts her chin and licks her perfect lips. He watches her make these tiny decisions; each one could bring their ruin, and she chooses to take the risk anyway. The rise and fall of her chest matches his frantic heartbeat.

His lips fall to hers.

There is something sacred in that first brush of their lips. A dizzying, deliberate attempt to drag it out, to breathe together, to crystalize the shape and taste and feel of this moment into something they might be able to keep.

Io stretches up, pressing closer. Her tongue rolls into Estinien's open mouth, soft and wanting–and she's smiling, for him. He answers in kind, his smile for hers, his tongue moving with hers. He tangles his hand in her hair and she moans, a little sound that fills his mouth.

Godsdammit, he needs to feel that again. There is no consequence Ishgard and all her high lords could dispense that would compare.

They could be closer without her fucking cloak in the way. He tugs the loose knot at her neck and it falls to the floor. He pulls her against him, hands roaming over her back, her waist, and down to where her dress drapes her ass. Her moan again, louder, shaking through them. His desire is no longer mere yearning; the reality of Io's reciprocations–once speculation, now unquestionable–earns a bodily reaction. He hardens, pressed between the tight squeeze of their bodies. She reaches for him, an indelicate, appraising touch that sweeps the front of his pants. Estinien groans and–

Io jerks away, a hand to her mouth and breathing hard. "Oh, gods."

It pains him to do so, but Estinien moves back. "Forgive me."

"For what? I should be the one apologizing."

They say nothing, standing in the dark with their hands at their sides.

Io's hair is tousled, a halo of flyaway strands catching in the light. Her dress is off-center, and she has taken the night's solitude to display her tattooed chest, if only for herself and the chocobo. Her expression has fallen into something serious, but her lips are swollen from his kiss. It is impossible not to want her, and she looks at him with the same conflict.

A breeze whistles through the open door, the birds coo and click, and the seconds drag on without extinguishing the heat in his chest or the greedy coil of need in his belly. Estinien closes the distance between them again. His knuckles ghost over her neck, and Io sighs at the touch. How long has it been since Haurchefant touched her like this? Estinien hopes he will never touch her again. He drifts to her chest, the jut of her clavicle, the barely-raised tattoo. He traces the bold triangle, lingering at its point until his hand skims the front of her dress.

Io holds his face between her hands, keeping him at a safe distance, refusing to let him go. Her dark stare is hard. She struggles with herself. Kiss him or don't. Estinien holds her waist.

"We can't."

"I know," he says. His grip tightens, and he guides her backward to the wall. Io's mouth parts when she meets the stone.

Her hands move from his face to his shirt. She toys with a button, looking from his chest to his lips. "If someone sees..." 

"I know, Io." Estinien hoists her up the wall until she's almost a head above him. The rough stones scratch and snag her dress, and it slips down her shoulders an ilm or two. Io's legs circle his waist, pulling him closer until her breath washes over his face.

[thesweetestdevotion]

for the blogs that do too much i honestly eventually get the ick and end up feeling like the reader is just being deluded and or unfollow them especially if they cannot take critique well or if u even ask some to maybe be less gross they always take it personally and act like its not effing weird to need to know if someone is a panty sniffer. im sorry its gross and disgusting yes a "reader" actually asked that about a group of mainly young idols in the skz tarot tag its now the first ones to pop up and i cant find genuinely normal readings on them anymore :( sighhhh.

That’s why i refuse to do readings for idols that are too young, to be honest i even hesitated to do Ni-ki when i first started because he’s just 18. I think what we’re doing here is already sort of intrusive in many ways, so it is good to have boundaries for subjects of more sensitive matters, you know? Why would I go fishing for specific and, frankly, grotesque topics such as those. I’ve gotten many before and i usually delete and ignore, but that cheating one was the last straw on the camels back lol i was fed up 😭 its like people want so badly for bad and controversial things to happen, do they yearn for the drama? Or some sense of superiority? Idk. It’s so annoying. And when a celebrity does a bad thing people use it as some sort of gotcha moment or cheap gossip as if peoples lives aren’t negatively affected by such behavior. Unrelated to K-pop, but I’ve seen it a lot with the D/iddy case and it irksss me to the depths of my soul. I’ve seen some other blogs on here which can get very, very strange and intense. I think it’s a bid for attention or some sense of power. which i hate because tarot is a spiritual practice which i take very seriously, even when doing casual fun readings. But whatever, you can only control what you react to not what people do, so I say if it makes anyone uncomfortable that they should steer clear from any of that content, this literally includes my content/this blog as well!

Thanks for this ask btw!!

[dogcatrudegirl]

i guess i’m gonna make a pinned post? seems like a good idea maybe

hiya! i’m jas but you can call me jas. i’m a sapphic transfemme cat/dog girlthing and prefer it/its but she/her is also acceptable

i’m polyamorous and particularly partial to yearning

personal stuff is tagged with #jas’ wafflings

i reblog a lot of cosmere fandom stuff

occasional lewd stuff to be found here means minors stay out (i’ve created an alt especially for this: @dogcatlewdgirl but it’s more than likely some things will slip on occasion)

i’ve never had a single original thought

like seriously, head empty

idk how i should tag this tbqh

[saintetheldredablogshorrormovies]

guys its so nearly november 5th and my heart might be exploding love is real for just one day of the year and ive cleared all my work and my schedule to make the god damn most of it im going to buy cake from my local bakery and read love poems and im making a playlist of every good love song i know so i can spend the day listening to ONLY love songs and im gonna binge some supernatural (i still havent finished it hehe) and go out to a field and stare up at the sky to pine and yearn and idk if im going on tumblr tomorrow so if anyone on the supernatural tag sees this tomorrow i hope you have the best november 5th i love you and if no one sees it i love you anyway and like sorry to be unhinged on main but i have had the shittiest year and i need this so bad and i think that fans should all celebrate november 5th cause if we let that day be remembered as a day of mourning or forgotten then we let the haphazard writing win in turning the great love story into a tragedy and i cant do that honestly we are reclaiming november 5th november 5th will be cute and we are going to make it cute and you can call my relationship to destiel denial but i call it defiance (it is definitely denial i am just delulu) (but i love it) (command me to be well etc) I LOVE YOU