#maybe. no no i wont. well... (just kidding)

[dizziedupthewriter]

silver springs

dean winchester x reader

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summary: reader finds out about dean’s deal.

warnings: uhhhh kinda angsty? lil bit a language -not edited or proofread 💀

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‘honey you gotta eat something, please’

‘m not hungry. maybe later.’

you sighed. both you and dean had just suffered a terrible loss. sammy was gone. neither of you knew what to do next.

bobby had gone off to check up on his lead after dean had flipped out on him. you stood in the doorframe from afar.

“you thirsty at all?”

silence.

“alright well, im gunna run out real quick and grab some things yeah?”

“mhmn.”

you walked over to where dean sat at bobby’s table and kissed his cheek.

.

you took the keys out of your pocket and opened bobby’s front door, he was still not home but you noticed the impala in a different spot than it was when you left.

“hey hun? i brought you pie?”

you walked around the corner and saw him sitting up and talking with sam.

“hey de- I-“

shocked was an understatement. sammy, who was just dead for three days, is now sat up in conversation. immediately you knew what dean had done, but you kept your composure.

“hi sam, how you feeling?”

“okay. just a little out of it” sam nodded.

“would you excuse us for a sec? dean i just need help lifting the crap in the trunk please.” you lied straight through your teeth, but you didn’t care. you were furious.

dean nodded and stepped away with you outside. he followed you out near the back shed where you knew sam would not hear. then you started.

“what the HELL. did you do?”

“baby listen i-“

“no! i’m not listening to you! are you fucking kidding me? how long. how long did you bargain for?”

dean went silent.

his green eyes went glossy, unsure of how to explain it to you.

“i had to. im sorry.”

“dean, listen i get it. losing sam like that was the worst experience either of us have had. But why. Why did you do it?”

“He’s my brother, ‘m supposed to protect him. Always. No matter what.”

You understood his need to protect and play the hero card, hell youve done it too. yet the rage you felt towards him was nothing like youve felt before. why would he do this? sacrifice himself for his brother? not realizing that also meant sacrificing his relationship with the one closest to him. did all those ‘i love yous’ mean nothing? all the bickering and the occasional make up make out in the backseat of the impala? you were at a loss.

“i cant believe you.”

“what?” he said with grit.

“youre fucking ridiculous.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“what about us, dean? did you think about that before you sold yourself off?”

“I-“

“you didnt!” you cut him off. “If you had, I wouldn’t be out here going off on you!”

he just stared. if it was anyone else yelling at him he’d yell back, but you? never. he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a argument like this and he wouldnt dare put you through that. he knew what he did had its flaws. he quietly spoke up.

“i got a year left.”

“a year? just one?”

he nodded. eyes never leaving yours.

“i dont even know what to say. a year? jesus.” you took a shaky step backwards. looking around for something, anything to help. your nerves were catching up.

dean took a step forward towards you, he put his arms out and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“i’ll be okay” he said. you shook your head and bit your lip.

“i wont.” a tear rolled down your cheek. you shrugged out of his grip and walked away.

he waited for a second then returned to the house. he stood on the front porch and watched as you drove away, knowing that you just needed time to think. he ran a hand over his face and through his hair then went back inside. all he could do now was wait.

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a/n: woah guys first fic on the blog. ik its ass but i try 😔

dean winchester ily

[metallicames]

imagine like 2010s papa het coming home after a rough few years of touring to you, angry and frustrated cus lars wont get off his back- then you let him take his anger out on you (FREAKY DEAKY ROUGH STUFF 😛) ok ty babes im done being freeky xxx

A/n: in this specific era I think James was such a good and caring dad and on the other side a freaky beast in bed 🤪

Home

Warnings: dirty talking, rough sex, crampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (f/receiver), squirting.

Finally, James is home.

God, I still can’t believe it. After years of being away on tour, dropped calls, stolen moments in hotel rooms, he’s back. And not just for one night. He’s back for good.

I watch him as he eats, the warm light from the chandelier casting shadows across his face, tired, but still breathtakingly handsome.

Our kids are laughing, telling him everything he missed: little adventures, drawings, school plays, daily dramas, and he listens, as always, with eyes that sparkle, answering with that perfect smile that made me fall in love all those years ago. But I know him too well.

That smile is forced. His shoulders, even though he tries to relax them, are tense. He has that wrinkle between his brows that only appears when something is really bothering him.

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, while we clear the table.

He looks at me for a moment. The kind of look that sends shivers down my spine, like he’s reading my soul and finding his reflection there.

“Yeah, it’s just… I couldn’t wait to come home, you know? Between the exhaustion and the usual drama with Lars… I’m at my limit” he murmurs, gripping the glass in his hand tightly.

A little later, he offers to put the kids to bed. He’s missed them terribly, and I know how much he loves to lull them to sleep with his voice until their last yawn. But before heading to their rooms, he gives me a look that knocks the wind out of me. One of those looks that makes me dizzy.

I felt it all through dinner: his eyes fixed on my lips, his fingers brushing against my wrist a little too slowly, that tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

After the usual bedtime ritual with the kids, he returns to me, his presence heavier than before.

The door closes behind him with a quiet click. And just like that, he’s changed. Gone is the loving, patient father reading under soft lamplight. What stands before me now is raw, undeniably male, every inch of him taut with restrained energy and anger.

He doesn’t speak. The silence between us hums. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with want, a hunger that’s been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. His chest rises with slow, deep breaths, as if holding back a storm.

I take a step toward him, but I don’t get far. He’s already there, closing the space in one swift motion. His hands find me, rough and certain, and then his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s claiming. It’s desperate. It tastes like everything we’ve been holding back.

“You’re tense, James…” I murmur after a moment, my voice low and warm as my hand rests gently on his chest. “You need to let it out.”

His eyes darken, as if I’ve just unlatched the door to something wild that’s been caged for far too long. He says nothing, just grabs my arm and spins me around with a force that weakens my knees.

“Let it out, huh?” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and unsteady. “Maybe on you?”

My back meets the hard press of his arousal, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Sure.. I’m at your disposal…..Daddy” I slowly pronounce the words, especially the last one. In an instant I’m bent over on the bed, ass in the air and face against the mattress, the robe I was wearing hiked up on my hips, my bare skin burning under his gaze. I feel his breathing getting heavier as he leans over me. His hands squeeze my hips with a power that makes me moan softly. Then, without any warning, his lips reach my pussy. There’s nothing gentle about his kiss, it’s ravenous, purposeful. Like he’s starving, like he needs to claim every inch of me with his tongue. My head sinks into the pillow as the moans escape me, helpless, raw.

“I’ve missed you like crazy…” he growls against my skin, his voice rough, almost breaking.

“You need to feel it. Just how fucking much I missed you.”

And god, I do. Every inch of me does.

His tongue is practically fucking me, it pushes so hard against my heat that I have to hold on to the mattress to keep the position stable. Instinct takes over, his hands clamp around my thighs, holding me in place, keeping me pinned to his mouth with no intention of giving me a break.

I feel his moans of pleasure against my wet folds as my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth opens slightly for air. “J-James.. James.. I’m coming.. god don’t stop” I barely manage to speak as James slides two thick fingers deep inside me, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me steady. His fingers start slow, deliberate, each movement teasing, exploring, then quicken, plunging harder and faster until he hits the spot that shatters me. Heat spreads through my body, building until I lose control. In no time I come with a moan muffled by the pillow. James brings his open palm down on my ass with a sharp, punishing slap that echoes through the room. The sting sears into my skin, and my legs buckle beneath me, giving out completely. I collapse onto the mattress, gasping for breath, thighs trembling and soaked, utterly undone.

The sight of my body trembling with pleasure drives James wild. I feel it in the raw urgency of his movements, the frantic way he strips, like he’s seconds from losing control. I feel him above me biting the delicate skin of my back then my shoulders, before sinking inside me with his big cock. His round and swollen tip penetrates deep into my still hyper sensitive pussy, pressing directly on the weak point.

The sensation takes my breath away, I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he presses his large, rough hands into the dimples of my lower back, pressing me against the mattress and moving my body as he pleases, intent on watching the point where our bodies join. I let him take total control, I feel him press me hard against his pubic bone, his thick length sliding deep inside me with every powerful thrust. My moans blend with his while wet, urgent sounds filling the air as our bodies slam together faster and harder, the slick heat between us growing hotter with every brutal collision. Every thrust, every movement shows me just how much James needed this—needed me— to finally let go, pouring into each motion everything he’d been holding back for months. He keeps me pinned against the mattress as he goes down with his chest against my back, his low and rough moans in my ear make me vibrate. “How much did you want my cock?? Tell me mh? How much did you miss being slammed like that?”

I can barely keep my eyes open because he’s fucking me so good it’s almost too much. But through the haze, I choke out loud moan leaves my mouth and in that moment I thank the soundproof walls. “Harder?? Little needy thing.. I’ll ruin this beautiful pussy of yours.. I’ll destroy you”. His hips shift finding the right angle so he can reach the perfect spot to make me come again. The thrusts become stronger and drier his arms wrap around me holding me still.

“God..I’m bout to come again… f-uckkkfuck” my pussy tightens around his thick girth soaking it completely as I reach another powerful orgasm. After just a few hard thrusts, James buries himself deep and comes inside me, spilling thick ropes of seed, filling me up completely. “Ohhhh fuckkkk.. that was a lot…” he says still dazed, panting in my ear.

He flips me over onto my back without giving me time to recover. “I need more…” he says breathlessly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

“I love watching your horny little pussy swallow my fat cock.. it drives me nuts”. As he says it, he grinds his freshly hardened shaft against my soaking folds, slick with both our juices. He moves slow, teasing me, his eyes locked onto mine while he stays kneeling between my legs. I bite my lips looking at his naked and tattooed body and his tense muscles while he pushes my legs against my chest holding them tight by the back of my thighs “I’ll keep you spread-eagled until tomorrow morning.. until you tell me to stop.." he growls while he sinks into me "..I’ll ruin ya".

He drives balls deep hitting me hard as his cock pounds against my cervix, stretching my soft walls with fierce intensity. I moan, breathless, losing myself in the relentless rhythm, going crazy feeling his balls slamming against my ass, and seeing his face lost in the pleasure of the moment. His powerful body drives me harder against the headboard, leaving me barely able to hold myself steady. I stretch my arms above my head, desperate to keep from banging them, every muscle straining under his force.

“Cum for me baby.. soak my cock” his words turn me on like crazy, and when with one hand he starts to stimulate my clit I know it’s the end. My vision blurs in the blink of an eye and I start to shake convulsively, “oh my- god James.. that- that’s too much.. fffuck”

I tremble and feel a hot jet of squirt expand on my lower abdomen, but James doesn’t stop, he continues to pound me and at the same time torturing my swollen clit biting his lower lip until he almost draws blood. “I’m cumming, babe… I’m cumming so hard… again” he groans in a low, desperate voice before spilling inside me once more with a guttural moan. I melt around him, utterly his and completely full.

He delivers a sharp slap to my clit, his eyes locking onto mine with a wicked smirk and a look of pure satisfaction. Then he pulls away from my flushed, trembling body and sinks down into the armchair beside the bed, legs spread wide, his chest glistening with sweat.

“Come here and suck it sweety” he commands, his voice low and husky.

I look at him with a look that is a mixture of amazement and defiance.

I lock eyes with him, a fierce mix of awe and defiance burning in my gaze.

“Fuck… you’re insane” I murmur, a slow smile spreading across my lips as I push myself up from the bed, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. I kneel in front of him who gives me a little slap on my hot and red face, then his hand tangles into my hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail just as my mouth closes over his swollen, slick tip. And just like that, it all begins, again.

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[hysterical-random-things]

I GOT YOU So with your Narinder then, how would you describe how his characterization and/or role has evolved in your AU? And also for bonus points, what would you say you're most proud of regarding this evolution? (No matter how mundane it may seem!) 💘

So my biggest thing that ive been really focusing on is trying to develop narinder (and by extension the lamb also) as his own person. He's angry and proud and bitter but like a big thing to me is Narinder is patient, almost to a fatal degree imo. He's not fast to act and prefers to wait and watch before interacting. However he does have a bad habit of making assumptions about how the people he "know" will act preemptively and getting really through off when they do anything different that what he expected (his original betrayal, the lamb deciding to fight for their crown, the lamb banning him from leaving etc)

(i am going to fully admit i pull some of his character quirks and behavior from my own cat nugget, girl has... Issues but isn't aggressive unless really pushed she's just kinda a mess and I've decided my narinder deals with issues the same way)

When he is through off he gets very defensive. Not violent but extremely guarded and not quick to trust again. Even if he knows he's "safe" he doesn't care.

This entire thing has become a big Thing for me. And I'm vaguely proud of how my narinder has shaped into a something I can kinda being accurate.

He's collected, he's put together, he's not even really rude but he will do the bare minimum for you if you've hurt him. He won't go down to your level and hurt you back but he makes sure you are Very aware he's not forgotten and at least for now he hasn't forgiven.

The biggest like choice i think I made with him was giving him more compicated relationships outside of the lamb and his siblings, he makes choices for himself, that are only for himself and doesn't care what others think.

[biblicalhorror]

My relationship with my mom has come such a long way in the past few years only to come crashing down the second I try to do something nice for my dad and/or acknowledge that she is not the main character of the universe ://

[guruguruguruguru]

the longer i sit with it the more it really gets me how nobody ever really mentions obito and rin before obito's reveal in shippuden. kakashi vaguely mentions his old friends and i think other characters allude to the tragedy of kakashi's past but rin and obito themselves are lost to time. something about that is so fucking haunting and so gutting. you would think it would be a pretty big deal that two kids from the same class died within a year of each other, but the nine tails attack probably wiped so much clean that nobody could really carry the grief... still, when we see their class in flashbacks, we recognise almost everyone else, so... there's something really sad and hopeless about their absence...

there's a lot a LOT to say about it from a lot of different angles and i don't really feel like going into meta posting territory i just have big feelings about it you know? and to me i guess obito encapsulates a lot of the anger. for the people who get left behind and forgotten. and that can mean a lot of things

[todayisafridaynight]

brother was talking to me about how if you almost die from an extreme-temperature-related incident then your body is just forever fucked towards that temperature and that's why i think kiryu and saejima are weak to ice. i dont know why aoki isn't like that too but ignore that statistic everything else tracks.

[kitsuani]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ requests: open˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

hi there anyone, everyone, and those hidden in between!

i've finished posting my backlog of fics (both here and @kitsuga) (as ive already uh, mentioned there) so i figured i'd open requests if anyone's got some! please read these (rules) if you can, and you can look at (currently accepted) fandoms if you'd like, but i'm honestly open for a lot more than i have listed, it's just hard to list everything when you've read/watched so much, you know? so you can shoot your shot if you have a request!!

i am working on a handful of my own wips as well, so hopefully i get them done soon!

wips in question include: ⟡hokusai x reader (paralive - fluff) ⟡kei x reader (charisma house - fluff) ⟡2 (different) uramichi x reader (uramichi oniisan - fluff) ⟡jakurai x reader (hypmic - fluff) ⟡doppo character centric (hypmic - angst)

hope to see you soon!! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[thompsborn]

i know i’ve said that being able to do the stereotypical insane ao3 authors notes is fun and amusing to me but can the universe NOT take that as a challenge to add more shit to my list of things to add next time i post ???? like. fucking. Calm Down Please.

[termagax]

having a comic idea in my brain but i dont wanna get up and sketch it but i cant write it in the way i want to because i am cursed to think in pictures but i cant. draw it rn.

[connormoving]

ive just realized you guys dont read my posts in my voice... twisted. semirelated what do u guys think i sound like ... do you think i have any strong accent do u think my voice is deep or high quiet or loud whats up.

[phagodyke]

worked an hour extra bc they have no respect for my half day but I knew they were gonna do that so whatever..... at least I'm omw home now