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i cannot believe i just wrote nearly 1200 words in one sitting..

it's completely self–indulgent though, it’s 3:17am, i have no more shame. ( it was kinda shitty but who cares )

TIME TO FINISH ANOTHER ONE.

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𓇼𓂃 𓈒 older!dean winchester w/ f!reader drabbles.

“oh m’god—” your stuttered moans are cut off each time by another one of dean’s deep thrusts, but they’re not rough or punishing, no, they’re slow and drawn out, each one of them. you swear you can feel the tip of his cock just brushing gently against your cervix each time he sinks back in. his back is pressed against the sheets of his bed while his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you close to his chest.

your hands helplessly grasp at the sheets, and your face is tucked close to dean’s neck, muffling your moans in the process. “dean— please– ah– i love you— love you s’much—” is all you can manage to spew out in between moans that are bubbling out of your throat. you feel his arms tighten around you while he mumbles smooth words of praise and affection into your ear. “i love you too, baby— i love you, you’re doin’ so good f’me, sweet girl—” yes, your moans are muffled any soft whimpers or cries are quieted, but you pepper kiss after kiss to the skin between his collarbone and throat when you’re not shamelessly moaning dean’s name.

each thrust stays the same speed, but they’re so deep you can practically feel them in your lungs. “jus’ a lil’ bit more, you can do it, baby—” one of his hands slips from your back to your ass, groping at the flesh a little roughly in his hands, and his other hand rubs at your back softly. you nod, hands still gripping at the sheets while he keeps fucking himself back up into you from underneath.

when his hips finally stutter, his hands slightly dig into your skin and warmth spreads throughout you. your stomach feels warm and your walls contract around his cock, keeping him there. not like he was planning on moving anyways. you whimper and moan, each word sounds like a careless and helpless babble when you try and say his name, but they just don’t come out right. “there y’go baby.. atta girl..” he breathes, his grip softening and those hands of his rub gentle patterns into your skin, like a wordless apology for grabbing onto you. that hand he had on your ass goes up to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair, fixing some of the knots that had unintentionally formed.

now, it’s safe to say that you’re not used to being able to rest after any of this, you and dean rarely ever find the time to spend more than five minutes taking care of each other after having sex— but for once, today you two have nothing going on, which is how you’re on top of his like this, his entire length buried in you and him taking his time, rather than rushing through it. and you are not used to it whatsoever. even your previous partners didn’t do much for aftercare, not even gentle touches while you come down from your high. so this is all new, new and unfamiliar, but very welcome.

you just don’t know how to respond..

but you start to sniffle, hands shifting from the sheets to wrap around dean’s neck, tugging you almost uncomfortably closer to him. you don’t mean to sniffle, you don’t want to— but he’s so gentle, his touch is loving and careful, it makes you feel loved. he doesn’t hear you right away, he keeps murmuring praises into your ear that only further the emotions that have you so overwhelmed. “you did s’good baby, you’re my good girl.. love you so much..” his hand strokes over your hair again and again, nails softly dragging against your scalp. until he hears you sniffling, and your awful attempts at hiding it.

“baby..?” he questions, not accusingly, just curious. slowly, he sits up, bringing you with him, you head still tucked into him. “hey.. sweet girl, you okay..?” you nod, or try to as you pull your face away from his neck, your eyes welling up with tears and it looks like you’re desperately trying to hold them back, like you’re trying to keep from embarrassing yourself in front of your boyfriend.

“oh darlin’..” he murmurs, his hand no longer on the back of your head and his other hand on the small of your back. “m’sorry, dean..” you mumble, trying to wipe your eyes with a hand you pulled away from him, but he stops you, his free hand grabbing yours softly and kissing it. “s’okay, baby. no need to say sorry.” all you can do is nod, he has that authoritative tinge to his voice when he says it that leaves no room for argument or debate. you can’t help yourself from trying to apologise again.

“i– m’just not used to it— everything feels like it needs to move faster an–” he cuts you off, “it’s called enjoyin’ the afterglow, baby. we have time, we don’t need to be anywhere or do anythin’. s’just you and me..” there's that same tone in his voice, and for once, you listen, wrapping your arms back around his neck and you kind of hug him, but you mostly just bury your face into the crook of his neck and cry a little bit, taking everything in. from his hand back in your hair and his other hand rubbing circles into your back, trying to get you to relax a little bit.

after a couple of minutes, you’ve only been sniffling after your tears stopped, and you finally get what dean means by ‘enjoy the afterglow’, because it is nice, not having anywhere to be to a case to rush to, and you brain just kind of feels like mush in your head, everything is blurred out into this haze that you can’t tell is from the fact he’s still inside of you or if you’re finally unwinding a little bit.

dean just sits there, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in this life. he feels the chance before he even acknowledges it, the way you relax into his touch, and you grow quieter and quieter, just holding onto him loosely with your arms around his neck while the rest of you is practically limp. “s’okay baby.. just relax, i love you.” you mumble back something about loving him more, your arms tugging yourself closer to him, hiding in his neck.

you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. you cried when your boyfriend didn’t immediately get up to shower or pull his jeans back on. he just let you sit there, on his lap, letting the post–sex haze crawl over both of you in the dim lighting of his room with the feeling of his arms holding you there.

“i love you most,” he murmurs, pulling you away from his chest a little bit to press a kiss to your forehead with a borderline childish smile with that distinct charm that made you fall in love with him to begin with.

© cryingdew

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i'm literally trying so hard to write because i miss it but i'm still so dead 💔

i'm like 700-ish words into a request and i've got a couple short drafts in the works that'll be done soon so i'm hoping i'll have them done!!

+ I ALSO OFFICIALLY HAVE A TAG LIST, just ask to be added in the comments or a dm 🫶🏻

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hello my sweet honeydew ur new theme is incredible i’m going to EAT it but first here’s a kiss for u <3

hi figgy!! and oh my gosh thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i genuinely can't stick to one aesthetic 😭

BUT I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL 💗💕

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THE NEW THEME IS GORGEOUS!!

THANK YOU!! i was so torn between this and a beachy theme, but i love this one so much!!

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new colours and i genuinely think this is far more fitting for summer!

what do you all think?

( i have not slept all night )

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HONEYDEW!! HELLO HELLO COWGIRL!! <33 love love love you! i'm currently reading through all your works! spectacular theme by the way poppet! <3 - val

OH MY GOSH HIII!!! i hope you like my work!! and thank you so much! your theme and design is stunning as well, honey!!

i love you too and i hope you day/evening/afternoon is lovely!! much love, val!!

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT ( that i'm friends with 😔 )

i love writing, genuinely and finding out that i have minors on my account literally makes me want to quit my craft and never crack open my laptop again to type. get the hell away from my blog, or— JUST LOOK AT MY SFW POSTS PLEASE !! I HAVE THINGS MARKED AS MATURE TO KEEP YOU GUYS SAFE.

i adore knowing people enjoy my content. but if you're a minor and on my blog solely for the nsfw content i will just outright block you. get off my page. and please, for the sake of the other authors i know. don't come back until you're eighteen.

hey soooo (and i say this aggressively bc i’m tired)

PUT. YOUR. AGE. ON. YOUR. ACCOUNT !!!

i’m sick of finding out people are MINORS !!!! even if you’re just a lurker, please do it for writers’ peace of mind. minors, you don’t realise how young you actually are until you’re of-age and how inappropriate it is for you to be interacting with our 18+ nsfw posts !!!! please !!!!!! <3

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autism kicked back up again. disassembled the entire engine in my impala. kinda wanna engine swap it with a 454 ( i have a 396 ), but then i get like 7 miles to the gallon in comparison to my 13 i get currently.

fuck.

guys why did i willingly disassemble the engine. my poor baby. how could i do this to her.

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taking a short break, i literally cannot write right now. my motivation is dying, like it crashed and burned. i have a bunch of drafts and hopefully soon i'll get to them 💔

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thank you for the tag again, sosi! much love <3

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MY SWEET ANGEL HONEYDEW IM SMOOCHING U RN

hi figgy!!! hi hi!! kissing you back through the screen rn 💕

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guys i love my moots and followers so much please don't be afraid to talk to me or something 😭

i like when i get the chances to interact with you guys

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JOSÉ YOU ABSOLUTE GODSEND.

SO, i want you to hear me out.

i have to remember all my stuff for re, but let's say we have Leon when he's still just starting out as a cop before he even goes to raccoon city and our beloved reader is a captain in the police department. Leon is a little tired after it all, filing cases and spending nights at the station. eventually the reader catches Leon while he's finishing up documenting a case and they finally get to talking. sooner rather than later they discover they share a couple hobbies and slowly they begin to talk. Leon is stressed and who else but the captain of the station is going to help him and reward him for his hard work?

PAIRING -> Leon S. Kennedy x M!Reader

SUMMARY -> Leon’s new, a rookie. He does his best, stays late to do and catch up on work, and is one of the best men you got even for him to be new. What happens when he finally gets to have a full conversation with his captain?

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

I wanna bite him.

You’ve only known him for about a month and he’s already your favorite. Yes, you’re well aware you shouldn’t be picking favorites, but he stays late, gets papers done quick, and does things he doesn’t need to be doing until a whole month. Meanwhile all the other “older” cops think they get an extra week to do something just because they’ve been there longer. Which was not true whatsoever.

Back to Leon, you’ve spoken to him a bit. Probably not as much as you should, but the thought counts. As far as you know, he’s a hard worker and is dedicated to do his best. But you can also see that he try’s a bit too much. You’ll need to tell him he can take a step back every once in a while.

It was another night, Leon already knew he was gonna have to stay a few extra hours. Sighing he opened up a folder, taking out the notes and documents that were inside. He took a quick look at the papers, going over them yet again. Just as he was about to pull another thing out of the folder, he heard footsteps. Which immediately alerted him. Turns out the footsteps were yours, you were getting ready to leave the station and go home. With you standing there, looking at Leon without saying or doing anything, it was beginning to get awkward. Soooo, you spoke up. Clearing your throat first. “Well,” you begin, starting to walk up to him. “I think we haven’t fully gotten to know each other.” He stared up at you, blinking a few times before responding.

“Oh! Uh..” Leon started, but never seemed to finish. Not knowing what question to ask or how to start off. He stood up, though. Holding his hand out to shake yours, which you did as well. You then started a conversation, first asking a question then following up with a statement. Which this went on for at least fifteen minutes. The both of you going back and forth, asking questions about one another; finding out that you had some things in common and have similar interests. The conversation was sweet, interesting. Yet it took a turn when you got closer to him. It was friendly, not purposely meant to intimidate him or anything. He continued to look up at you, struggling to keep his composure. Why the hell was this so difficult? You kept up the conversation, tried to. You, yourself were starting to get a little amped up. You couldn’t stop stealing looks at his lips, which was a problem. You were his captain, not his fuck buddy.

The sexual tension between you guys was so obvious and strong, but neither of you made a move. That was until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your thoughts ran through your mind and eventually went down to your cock.

He was a stressed out, tired, hardworking man. If you two were to do something, this one night probably wouldn’t mean anything. He needed something—someone to help him. Being not necessarily pent up but in need of some sort of relief. And you were there with him, alone, in an empty police station possibly flirting with him. Yeah, this wouldn’t mean anything, right? Wrong. Things escalated, you moved things out of the way on his desk. Once in the clear, the two of you moved back. Lips connected while grabbing at each other. When he got close enough, he sat himself up on his desk. Hands then coming up to the sides of your face—holding while the two of you kissed. You angled yourself, pressing against him in a way that he could feel you’re hard-on. “Mm..” he groaned, muffled by your lips. Should he be doing this? Absolutely not. Is he going to do it anyway and savor this moment? Yes.

“Y’feel what you do to me? God—“ you huffed, against his mouth. “You work so hard—fuckin’ perfect.”

Leon whined, shifting his position so that he could wrap his legs around you and pull you impossibly close. His hands went down to your belt, starting to quickly undo it. After that was out of the way he started on your pants. Which in the process you bucked into his touch without even realizing. You captured his lips again, this time the kiss was nothing but tongue and teeth. The two of you needed each other so bad you kept messing things up. Fumbling with taking off clothes, knocking things over, accidentally forgetting to do something. But in the end, he still got your cock shoved into him as if he was gonna disappear within seconds.

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The sweet, sweet sounds that left Leon’s mouth were heavenly. Mouth open, eyes shut, and head back against the table. His legs were wrapped around your waist, purposely squeezing to pull you closer to him—get your cock deeper than it already was. “Such a hard worker, aren’t you? The moment you got here you worked, ‘n worked, ‘n worked.”

Leon whined, dick jumping and twitching at your words. He clenched around you—beginning to squirm. God, he was pretty. The way he reacted to your touch, praise, and whatever else you gave him. The sheen of sweat all over his body made him glisten in the dim light. Which just added onto the list of things that made him fucking beautiful. You dragged your hips back slowly, then pushed forward at the same pace. Your thrusts were slow, yes, but you made up for it by making sure you were deep inside him.

When you sped up your pace Leon cursed under his breath. The brutal pace catching him off guard.

“Shit!”

“Nothin’ you can’t take.” You cooed.

He breathed out a whimper—legs twitching. You leaned down over him, pressing your lips to his skin. His eyes were shut, it was all beginning to be too much. Your cock pushing into him at a relentless pace, your words, your touch. His dick leaked and throbbed—begging for some sort of attention. But it all felt good. It was something he deserved for working so much, so hard. “Oh- ohh..” Leon moaned. He clenched around you, gripping your cock. It caused a low groan to crawl from your throat. Your lips trailed up and up, pressing a kiss to his collarbone before sucking a hickey. Then moving on to his throat, forcing him to move his head up.

In a few minutes, Leon’s back was arching, his hands gripped the edge of the table he was on, and he was moving his hips up into the air as he came. Spurts of white shooting from his tip, and onto his chest; staining that area white. He huffed, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. It didn’t help when you kept thrusting into him, even when your hips started to stutter and fuck up the rhythm you’d set. He began to squirm. A whine slipping from his spit slicked lips.

You moaned, hips jerking as you finally came. You filled him up with your cum, and watched as it soon started to leak and drip from his hole. He felt so full. Stuffed with your cock and your cum. “Fuck..” he whispered. It was silent for a few seconds, well, aside from you two trying to control your breathing. But once you got ahold of it, you leaned back down and whispered straight into his ear.

“We ain’t done.”

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you guys make me feel like a celebrity, i love you guys 💕🫶🏻

How it feels getting 20 likes on Tumblr

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it's the night of ac/dc folks.

i dressed like dean winchester for this and someone already asked me about it, god i love this.

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should i start / make a tag list for fics..? i dunno yet.

any opinions or people who would wanna be a part of one?