elizawritestoo

[elizawritestoo]

sarah smut plsplsplspls 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

note: EEEK FIRST REQUEST HIII! ok this idea has been floating around for a few days, so here's a rough draft :) (not proofread)

summary: you walk in on sarah using a sex toy and uh things get a little crazy

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

warnings: (18+) smut!! vibrator, perv!reader a little, masturbation (f), scissoring (kind of), squirting, overstimulation (maybe), lmk if i missed any

you were a little early going over to sarah's house, sure, but she shouldn't mind, right? y'all had been friends for years and were really close. so close that an invitation to her family's fancy country club dinners was almost assumed.

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though you hadn't planned to get ready at her house, you decided to anyways after realizing you had nothing else to do. so you got in your car and headed over to here house nearly two hours early.

as you walk towards the front door of the house, you run into rose.

"oh, hi sweetie. you're early?" she asks, walking towards her car.

"uh, yeah, sorry. is sarah here? i was thinking i'd get ready with her."

rose, who seems more focused on looking through her purse than looking at you, just shrugs and says "i think she's getting ready in her room. i'm going to meet ward before dinner. we'll see you there?" before walking to her car.

"yeah, i'll see y'all there," you reply with a smile.

you enter the house, shutting the door quietly behind you. you're about to go up the stairs when a voice makes you jump.

"what are you doing here?" rafe asks, eyeing you as he stands by the staircase.

"i'm here to get ready for dinner?" you reply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. rafe continues staring at you but just shakes his head and walks away.

you scoff and continue walking up the stairs, though going a bit quieter as if that will keep him from interacting with you again.

as you reach the second floor and begin walking down the hallway, you see that sarah's door is closed. though it's not necessarily unusual, her door is often open especially at this time of day.

you stand there for a second, trying to decide whether or not to knock or check somewhere else in the house. as you're debating this in your mind, you hear a noise from inside sarah's room. at first you just hear what sounds like a soft moan, followed by some heavy breathing. then you realize there is a distinct, low mechanical sound that if coming from inside her room.

as your mind tries to puzzle out what could be going on, it doesn't take long for a mental image to enter of your mind of what could be causing the constant whirring sound and heavy breathing.

you stand still for a moment before shaking your head to clear it of the image. you shift slightly, suddenly feeling a slight throb in your panties. pushing all of that aside, you slowly bring your hand to gently knock on the door.

no answer. just more heavy breathing and another soft moan. you try to ignore the way your heartbeat quickens as you carefully reach for the door knob, turning it as silently as you can.

pushing the door open just a bit, curiosity gets the better of you as you tilt your head to look through the crack. the sight that greets your eyes is just exquisite.

sarah sprawled out on her bed, panties bunched around the ankles of her spread legs. her eyes are closed, face tight in concentration and pleasure as she pants softly. her right hand tightly grips a huge, hot pink vibrating wand that she is currently rubbing against her glistening clit. the fat of her pussy lips is moving along with the vibrations as the two fingers of her left hand push inside of her slick hole.

as you take in the sight, she slips a third finger in her hole. what happens next makes your heart stop for a second.

she moans... your. name.

for a second you think it's a mistake. or maybe, she saw you. but no, this was definitely a sigh of lust, of pleasure. besides, her eyes are still squeezed shut. that's probably good because the door is opened significantly wider now and you are fully ogling her.

how could you not? with her dress, likely the one she was planning on wearing tonight, pushed up to her tits and the way she is practically glowing in the afternoon sun. she looks beautiful.

you're not sure what to do, acting purely on instinct as you shut the door behind you, not making a sound until the lock clicks shut. sarah is still enthralled with the stimulation to her clit, so she still doesn't notice you.

"sarah?" you say quietly. that gets her attention. her eyes fly open as she quickly moves, throwing the vibrator on the covers and yanking her dress down in an attempt of modesty.

"what- oh my god," sarah starts, "oh my- i'm so sorry. i didn't know-"

"no, no. i'm sorry, i didn't call. i didn't- i just showed up," you begin rambling, walking until you're at the foot of her bed. sarah puts her head in her hands and you go silent.

"sarah?"

she drops her hands, staring at her lap instead. "i'm just mortified. i'm so sorry. i should have locked the door, i just wasn't thinking..."

you try to ignore what the thought of sarah, so desperate to get off that she would forget to even lock her door, does to you.

"sarah, it's okay." you put your hand on her shoulder as you sit down on the bed.

she lifts her head to make eye contact with you. you watch as she starts thinking through what happened in the moments before you walked in.

"how much did you see?" she whispers.

"enough," you whisper back, a smirk pulling at your lips as sarah's eyes widen even more.

you don't think, acting just off instincts again as you lean forward and kiss her. it's an innocent peck on the lips as she sits stunned. she pauses for a moment before returning the kiss, this time much less innocent.

after a minute, you break the kiss. gently pushing her back on the bed to where she was before. you drag the bottom of her dress up above her hips before hooking your fingers around her panties and dragging those down her legs.

tossing those to the side, you retrieve the vibrator from the covers and quickly find the on button. you set it on the lowest speed before gently brushing it against her clit. she jumps at the touch, letting out a little whine.

"please."

you ignore her and continue dragging the vibrator along her slit as she writhes beneath you. it's not enough to make her cum, clearly, but her reaction is enough to make you nearly soak through your panties with how turned on you are.

squeezing your thighs together, you drag the vibrator down from the top of her clit to her hole, letting all of the slick that is dripping out get the vibrator nice and wet.

you momentarily set the vibrator down, causing sarah to whimper, as you carefully pull your underwear down from under your dress as well. sarah moans at the sight of your wet cunt. it only gets louder as you then bring the vibrator to said wet cunt.

you let out a sharp breath as the light vibrations massage sarah's slick onto your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. feeling like you've been teased for the past few minutes, you skip that stage and switch the vibrator to medium speed.

you moan immediately as the vibrator numbs your mind with pleasure. you spend a few minutes moaning as the vibrator jiggles your whole pussy, watching sarah as she stuffed three fingers into her hole. her face was scrunched up, obviously unhappy about the loss of her toy.

this gave you an idea. you reluctantly pulled the vibrator away from your cunt, turning it onto the highest setting so it practically shook your whole hand. you pushed sarah flat on her back and climbed on top of her. then, spreading her pussy lips with one hand, you sat the vibrator in between them with the other.

"oh my-" sarah gasped immediately.

you watched as her eyes rolled back as she was finally getting the stimulation she needed. you carefully spread your own lips before gently sitting on top of hers, the vibrator in between both of y'all.

the pleasure was instant. the vibrations between the both of you had you nearly screaming as you rocked against her. sarah grabbed a handful of your ass and grinded you down harder so the vibrations felt even more intense.

sarah's moans grew even louder and you could tell she was close.

"sarah, please, cum for me," you whimpered, knowing seeing her go over the edge would push you along with her.

sarah squeezed your ass even harder before crying out. you felt a rush of liquid beneath you and began cumming as soon as you realized sarah was squirting below you.

"oh, sarah," you groaned as you body tensed at the feeling of her wetness coating your pussy. you rode the vibrator until you were both shaking and groaning from overstimulation.

you then lifted off of her, carefully switching the vibrator off as it still lay between sarah's lips. you tried to catch your breath beside her as she did the same.

"so," sarah said, sitting up and looking down at the cum stains on your dress. "do you want to borrow a dress?"

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note: uh this is WAY longer than i thought it was going to be (thats what she said).

anyways i have a fun idea for part 2... sarah and reader go to dinner and sexy hijinks ensue... but you guys get to request what the sexy hijinks are.

may i reminder you all of my request rules page! please check that out and note that inc3st is something i don't write, so let's limit it to just reader x one other character. that character could be sarah, rafe, ward, idk and idc as long as its not two family members being shipped! this is a personal limit as a fic writer, thank you!

happy reading!

[elizawritestoo]

update

i didn't realize it had been 2 MONTHS since i posted. sorry guys

but in good news, i just posted so if you love sarah cameron and are 18+, go read my most recent fic, get over it !!

in not so great news for anyone who wants to see more pwic, i don't have a release date for chapter 2 (it's been like 3 months, i doubt you're surprised)

but in more positive news for any dean winchester fans, i do have a dean fic in the works...

happy reading everyone

[elizawritestoo]

get over it

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

warnings: smut (18+), making out, thigh riding, breast play, oral, 69, some angst, this is filthy im sorry. not proofread

summary: after her boyfriend breaks up with her, sarah turns to her best friend for help getting over him

the relationship hadn't ended well to say the least. sarah and whatever idiot she had been dating had only been going out for a couple of months when he dumped her for kristen lewis. that skank. so now you sat on sarah's bed as she sat across from you, crying.

"i mean it's not like i was in love with him," sarah said, sniffling. "it's just... kristen lewis? seriously?"

she buried her head in your shoulder, crying softly again. you held her, trying to think of something comforting to say as you ran your hand through her hair.

"come on, sar. it's going to be ok," you said. "i'm sure they'll break up in like a month anyways. everyone knows she can't keep a boyfriend."

sarah shifts, moving closer to you as she looks up from your shoulder. she smiles a little. "i know," she sniffles again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "thank you," she whispers.

"for what?" you ask, pouting as another tear runs down her face. you gingerly wipe the tear from her cheek, hand lingering as you then tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

the energy in the room shifts as you two continue staring at each other.

"for always being here for me," sarah starts, lightly placing her hand on your thigh as she scoots in closer. the contact has you wanting to shift in your seat. "for being so sweet and caring. for being a better friend than any of the guys i've been with."

you smile as she pulls you in for a hug. you're practically sitting on her lap by the end of it as she holds you tight. you give up on trying to hold yourself above her, instead sitting on her thigh, the one currently bracketed by your own.

her head shifts closer to your neck until you start feeling light kisses around the base. you left out a soft sigh at the feeling, feeling inclined to press down on her thigh as her lips move up towards your jaw.

"sarah," you breathe out. she pulls away, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. when you don't say anything else, she moves in closer before finally meeting your lips.

the kiss starts out sweet and innocent, her soft lips moving against yours, but it increases intensity quickly. as her tongue dances inside your mouth, you can't help but rock yourself against her thigh. the feeling of pressure against your clit is addictive, but you try to clear your mind as sarah begins kissing your neck again.

"sar-" you moan as her hand grabs your ass. "sarah, are you sure you want to do this?" you notice in this moment that sarah has begun humping your thigh.

"yes," she moans, having found a good rhythm against your thigh. you can't find it in you to question anymore as the pleasure consumes. sarah's grinding has her thigh muscles flexing against your clothed cunt, which is only making your clit pulse harder with desire.

sarah begins fumbling with the hem of your shirt. you both momentarily pause your kisses to take off your shirts. sarah's hand immediately go to your breasts, which are still enclosed in your bra. not for long though, as you undo it as quickly as possible, wanting sarah's touch to be unrestrained.

and thank goodness for it, because sarah immediately begins playing your breasts, kissing and sucking on one while massaging the other. you moan at the feeling, feeling your pussy clench.

"sarah, i'm gonna cum," you whimper as she lightly bites your boob. she just moans in response, switching to kiss your other breast as she pulls your hips closer against her thigh.

the friction against your clit, the pressure of sarah's hands against your ass, the way her tongue is working against your nipple -- it's all too much. your orgasm takes your breath away as your pussy clenches around nothing.

you're barely able to recover before sarah is laying you down on your back, fingers hooking around the waistband of her pants as she pulls them down.

you're pleasantly dazed from your orgasm, but find the strength to look up as sarah removes her bra, leaving her completely bare above you. she's gorgeous. looking at her full tits and nearly dripping pussy makes your pussy clench again.

her lips, swollen from kissing, pull into a sweet smirk as she looks at your fucked out expressed.

"you have got to let me taste you," she says as she starts removing your pants, taking your underwear down with them. you shift your hips to help her, leaving the both of you nude.

"i wanna taste you," you whimper, the sight of her wet cunt making you dizzy.

sarah's smirk gets even bigger as she moves so her pussy is positioned right above your mouth, with the opposite being true for her.

sarah slowly lowers herself until her cunt is just hovering above your mouth. you, feeling teased, decide enough is enough and grab hold of her hips, pulling her down to properly sit on your face.

sarah gasps as you begin lapping at her wet lips, letting your tongue run circles around her tight clit. letting out a whimper as you grab hold of her ass cheeks, sarah begins rocking against your mouth.

she tastes so fucking good. you almost don't even care that sarah has forgotten her role in this position because the sound of her moaning above you is the best thing you've ever heard.

sarah, seeming to have decided she can't focus on eating you out until after she's cum, decides to tease you instead. you feel her fingers lightly run over your bare pussy before eventually spreading your lips, revealing just how wet you are. you nearly cum when she leans forward and lightly blows airs against your slick-soaked clit before slowly rubbing it.

while she slowly works you up, teasing your dripping hole with her soft fingers, you focus on making her cum on your tongue. squeezing into her ass cheeks even harder, you shift her slightly to allow you access to her hole. her sweet tasting slick is practically pouring out of her at this point and you are eating it up.

she loses focus on her teasing of your clit as she rocks against you harder, letting her clit rub against your chin as your tongue violates her hole over and over again. she's practically screaming as she begins shaking over your mouth, cumming so hard she falls forward, barely able to steady herself over your body as cum drips out of her onto your waiting tongue.

you release her hips so she can lift off your face, the overstimulation making her whimper. sarah gets off of you entirely, avoiding looking at you. you're confused, but honestly still just trying to come down from the intensity of the past few minutes.

after a moment of just laying there, you sit up and see sarah has put her shirt back on. she still won't look at you.

"sarah?" you say softly. you hear a sniffle and sit up straighter, leaning over to try and see her face.

sarah quickly wipes her eyes and turns towards you. "what?" she asks, somewhat harshly.

"are you okay?" you ask gently. sarah just stares at you for a second before looking away.

"i'm fine. i think i just need some time," she whispers. you aren't really sure what to say. so you don't say anything. you just quietly put your clothes on.

after you're dressed, you awkwardly stand by her bed. you don't know what to do. after a minute, you decide it's probably best to leave. so you get your purse and go to leave. as you do so, you hear sarah whisper behind you.

"it's not you."

you take in a sharp breath. your head is swirling with emotions as her words make you really consider what you just did. you don't say anything in response, just turn around and place a light kiss on her forehead before leaving.

author's note: happy pride month! this story really took a turn. i think it may need a part 2...? btw the drama at the end is NOT supposed to be internalized homophobia or any sort of gay guilt (not sure if that's a term, but oh well)-- we'll get into it in part 2. i hope you guys enjoyed. i didn't proofread this btw.

pink hearts divider by @cursed-carmine :))

[elizawritestoo]

i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.

[elizawritestoo]

speaking my truth guys

[elizawritestoo]

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

[elizawritestoo]

be my bbm baby

note: lowkey just a little word dump b/c i love this song. also im too lazy to make a photo header rn sorry (not proofread btw)

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader

summary: you and rafe have been texting for weeks and he has a habit of getting you a little worked up at work

warnings (18+): smut!! sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, semi-public masturbation

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he really needed to stop doing this.

you had just started your shift as a cart girl at the country club when your phone buzzed in your pocket. it was rafe, who had clearly already begun day drinking based off the text you received.

"heyy sexh," it read.

it wasn't really a surprise to receive this text, just a little earlier than he usually sent it. you two had met at the country club a few weeks ago. he was with his friends, who had invited you to a house party rafe was throwing at tannyhill that night. since you didn't have any plans, you had agreed to go.

at said party, you had gotten a little tipsy and ended up making out with rafe on some porch before exchanging phone numbers. since then you hadn't actually seen each other, him always golfing when you weren't working or vice versa, but you had begun texting (and very soon after, sexting) quite regularly.

"hi rafe. im at work rn," you replied.

"uhh no"

"no??"

"i need u," he texted, followed soon after by "need that pussy"

you rolled your eyes.

"rafe its only 1pm... starting a little early today"

"topper ad kelce r over. they brought beer"

things started to make more sense now.

"ok well im at work so i cant help you rn," you replied.

"no dont go"

you sighed and turned your phone off, sliding it into the pocket of your skirt. you tried to ignore the buzzing of text notifications against your thigh as you started up your cart and drove it to the third hole. you served some customers there before having a chance to check your phone, finding 4 texts from rafe.

"plaese y/n"

"i kicked kecle and topper out"

"come over pls i wanna watch u cum"

"i wanna feel u"

you couldn't help but feel something knowing that rafe was desperate for you. but you tried to keep a level head and ignore the blush rising on your cheeks.

"rafe youre drunk, please stop blowing up my phone"

he read the text within the minute, then said nothing. thinking the problem was solved, you put your phone on the seat beside you, trying to keep rafe off your mind as you kept driving around the course.

about two hours later, you decided to take a quick break in a shady area on the 9th hole. you'd found this spot a few months ago, under a cluster of trees, bushes blocking your cart from view of most of the hole.

once you were parked, you checked your phone and found several more messages from rafe that he had sent only a few minutes earlier.

"im sorry i know ur at work but i need u seriously"

"i cant stop thinking about feeling you around my cock"

he even sent a picture of his dick, beautiful but painfully hard in his hands.

the picture and the words went straight between your thighs. you could feel your clit throbbing at the sight of his cock. you squeezed your legs together in an attempt to find some relief but it didn't help.

you clicked out of the photo and found another text had just come through. it was a video of him jerking off and a message reading "thinking of u."

the throbbing in between your legs was only getting worse, your face feeling like you were on fire despite the temperate weather and shade. you looked around quickly before allowing your hand to slip down over your skirt and apply some light pressure to your clit.

it felt good but it wasn't enough to dull the desire you felt. you quickly slipped your hand under your skirt and began rubbing yourself through your underwear.

you softly moaned as you finally began relieving the built up desire, typing out a message to rafe one handed.

"rafe please"

his response was instant: "i cant stop looking at those photos you sent."

you moaned again as you remembered the photos you had sent rafe earlier that week. they were nothing too revealing, just a few pictures in your bra.

"im so hard thinking about cumming on those tits"

at that moment, you wanted nothing more than for that to happen. but you were at work for at least another 3 hours and knew you couldn't wait that long to cum.

"rafe send a video cumming please. i only have a few more minutes"

immediately your phone started ringing with an incoming call from rafe.

"where are you," he asked immediately, voice low.

at the sound of his voice, you needed to slip your finger in your panties, quickly pushing them to the side so you could feel your pussy. you moaned as your fingers made contact with your slick cunt, pressing harder into your clit.

"i'm at work rafe. in my uniform by the 9th hole. with my fingers rubbing my cunt. im so wet, rafe," you whimper into the phone.

you hear rafe groan.

"i've got my skirt up on my hips, my panties pushed to the side. they're soaked anyways," you whisper, hoping to get another sound out of the man.

"fuck, you're so filthy," rafe groans. you circle your clit faster, heart beating faster.

"you did this, rafe. i want to feel your thick cock so bad,"

"this cock wants you, baby," he groans. "fuck, i'm gonna"

"no," you say, breathlessly. "i need to see you cum, please. rafe, please," you beg as you slowly insert two fingers into your soaked pussy, immediately clenching around them and whimpering.

rafe quickly hangs up, causing you to whimper again. you drop your phone to your lap, now using both hands. one is drilling into your clenching pussy while the other quickly rubs your clit. you bite your lip trying to stifle your moans, but at this point you wouldn't complain if someone stopped by to help. honestly you nearly came at the thought.

just a minute later, your phone buzzes on your thigh. the vibration reminds you of your vibrator at home... what you wouldn't give to have that right now.

your hand leaves your clit to check the message, seeing that it's a video from rafe. you quickly open the video to find the best 15 second clip that's ever graced your eyes.

rafe's hand working overtime pumping away on his long cock, his tip bright red and leaking pre cum everywhere. you turn up the volume and hear his heavy breathing with the occasional groan. you matched rafe's rhythm with your fingers drilling into your hot cunt.

you watch intently as his breathing stutters and hand slows as he cums, loudly moaning as his cum spurts all over his lower stomach.

you feel your orgasm begin as you see him continue to slowly work over his cock as cum continues to leak out. your fingers are trapped as your cunt squeezes and clenches them, your wetness leaking all over your hand. uncaring of how loud your moaning, you drop your phone to rub your clit some more as you finish cumming.

as a thank you, you pick your phone up and decide to take a picture of your leaking pussy, shoved aside panties, and soaked fingers before sending it to rafe.

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note: this story kind of got away from me. im thinking of doing a clean version of this story for anyone who wants flirty texts with rafe without the extreme freakiness of this story.

[elizawritestoo]

don't know what's going on with the drama in the rafe fandom, but wanna say: my account is not a safe space for trump supporters, homophobes, transphobes, racists, and zionists. idc if you don't "care for politics," i do, and everything i create is political.

[elizawritestoo]

yall.. this week has been something. another something im writing caught my attention these past few days plus ive been sick & started a new job.

chapter 2 of pwic is coming, im just not sure when :(

[elizawritestoo]

first, i want to say thank you for everyone whose read and liked pwic so far :) it genuinely means so much!

second, as much as i would love to have chapter 2 out sometime during this week, its looking like that won't happen since i'll be going out of town for a bit.

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requests info :)

characters you can request:

dean winchester (supernatural)

rafe cameron (outer banks)

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spencer reid (criminal minds)

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dr jonathan crane (nolan's dark knight trilogy)

the mandolorian (the mandolorian)

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lastly, please just use the request tab for actual fic requests :)))

thank you sm, happy reading!!!

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masterlist :)

key: if it says 18+ and/or says "smut", it is not suitable for anyone under 18. check out the warnings at the top of the story for anything specific!

dean winchester (supernatural)

★ pretty when i cry (18+) (series) (unfinished)

sarah cameron (outer banks)

★ get over it (18+)

★ vibrator fun (req) (18+)

rafe cameron (outer banks)

★ be me bbm baby (18+)

spencer reid (criminal minds)

★ nothing yet.. just request :)

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don't say you need me when (ch. 1)

pretty when i cry masterlist!

pairing: s1 dean winchester x f!reader

warnings (18+): smut, protected p in v, fingering, making out, wee bit of angst, not proofread!, lmk if i missed something lol

word count: 2.3k

after dean accepted your invitation for them to stay at your house, you’d given him your address and told them to come over whenever. you then sped walked a few blocks from the kellsons’ to your dingy apartment. it was no penthouse, but you figured it was probably better than the motel they’d been staying at. you hadn’t been able to get much out of them in regards to how they came about their knowledge of spirits and hauntings, but you could tell they weren’t new to it. 

after you put dinner on to cook, you began nervously tidying up your apartment. you hadn’t had people over to your apartment in a long time and it was apparent in the state of your guest bedroom. winter clothes piled on the bed, waiting to be put up for the summer. a thin layer of dust blanketing the hard surfaces. 

you had barely managed to stuff your clothes in the closet and wipe off the bedside table before the buzzer vibrated throughout the apartment. you wiped your hands off on your pants and buzzed them up. 

a minute later, dean and sam were at your front door with duffel bags in tow. you smiled and welcomed them in.

“i hope you guys like pasta,” you said. “it’s one of the few things i can actually make.” 

sam nodded and said “pasta sounds great,” as he set his bag down on a chair in the kitchen. 

“so, the guest bedroom is right in there. it is a little tight in there, but the couch is also up for grabs. or my bed, if neither of you want the couch,” you paused, rethinking your wording as dean’s smile turned into a smirk. “i mean, i would take the couch, and you could… uh take the bed.”

“couch sounds great. sammy, why don’t you take the bed– the guest bed,” dean clarified, giving you another smirk. you smiled back, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

you decided to let them get settled in while you focused on finishing up dinner. you could hear sam and dean having a hushed conversation in your living room (it wasn’t like your apartment had many private spaces except the bedrooms), but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. when dinner was ready you went ahead and plated it, setting it on the kitchen table. you then stepped out of the kitchen to let them know dinner was ready but found dean and sam’s conversation had turned more serious. 

you cleared your throat to let them know you were there. they both looked at you and you began to feel especially bad about interrupting. it was clear they had been having an argument.

“um, the dinner is ready,” you said quietly. 

sam, who seemed to be trying to calm himself down, quietly said “sorry, i’m not hungry right now,” as he walked to the guest bedroom and shut the door. you couldn’t hide the concerned look from your face as you looked to dean. 

“he’s just tired. don’t worry about it,” dean said. he started to walk past you towards the kitchen but stopped, seeing that you hadn’t moved, and whispered “you coming?”

“yeah,” you breathed, turning and following him into the kitchen. 

for the first few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were that of utensils on plates. once you two had finished eating, you tried to take his plate to clean but he insisted on cleaning up.

“please, you’re letting us stay in your home,” he said, taking the plates out of your hands. 

not one to argue with offers of help, you relented and sat back down at the table. another beat of silence passed as dean began washing off the dishes.

“so, how do you know all this? about ghosts and hauntings?” 

“it’s kind of a family tradition,” dean answered vaguely. 

“is it your job?” 

“well we don’t get paid… but i guess. it’s the only thing we– i’ve ever done,” he said, finishing off the last dishes. he wiped his hand on a towel before turning around. you could see on his face that he was deep in thought. you debated asking your next question…

“was…” he looked up to meet your eyes. “was there anything else you ever wanted to do?” 

“no… that was never an option,” he said.

“how long have you been doing this?” 

dean took a deep breath before answering. “a long time.” with that he sat down across from you again. 

“does it ever scare you?” 

he paused, his eyes running over your face before meeting yours again. he nodded slightly. “sometimes, you think you understand something, and it’s not until you realize you don’t that you get scared.”

you have to break eye contact with him, looking down to the table as you try to come up with a response. 

“are you scared?” he asks quietly, earnestly. 

you look back up. “i don’t know. i don’t feel scared right now.” you didn’t mean for it to sound so breathless but the air in the room felt thick. 

dean didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at you, letting his lips curl into a slight smirk. you could feel your heart beating faster in your chest as you bit your lip, trying not to smile back. you hadn’t noticed your finger nervously tapping on the table until dean reached across the table and laid his hand on yours. you looked down to where his hand had enveloped yours and took a deep breath, running your teeth over your lip again. 

“i’m going to go to bed. if the couch gets uncomfortable,” you paused, “just knock.” with that dean let go of your hand and watched as you rose and walked out of the kitchen, the smirk having become a fully formed smile. 

by the time you go to your room, your legs were already trembling. it had been months, at least, since you had been with anyone. to say you had gotten a little lonely was putting it lightly. 

it only took a minute for you to hear a light knock on your door. you smiled and tentatively opened the door to see dean outside waiting for you. the smile on his face could have made you faint, but you held it together. 

you didn’t say anything, just opened the door a little wider, allowing him to come in the room. he didn’t waste any time, gently shutting the door behind him all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you. once the lock clicked, you were on each other. you wrapped your arms around him as his lips captured yours. 

the kiss, which wasn’t innocent to begin with, only grew in intensity and passion. you quickly began pulling his jacket off his body. he temporarily removed his hands from your body to help you, before going right back to your hips. he began guiding you to your bed, gently sitting you on the edge as he began removing his shirt. you copied him, stripping yours off as well. 

he let out a sigh as he took in your topless state, moving to lay over you again. he kissed you again on your mouth, then your neck, before settling on your chest where he left open mouth kisses all along your breasts. he finally grew tired of your bra on the way lifting you up to remove it. 

with your breasts now freed, he continued kissing and licking at them. when he lightly bit one, you whimpered which caused his patience to dwindle. he quickly unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off you, leaving you in just your panties. 

he situated himself in between your hips and kissed you again, deeply. you moaned as his body met yours, slowly rubbing against you. one of his hands, which had been keeping a strong grip on your hips, lightly ran over your clothed pussy. you couldn’t keep quiet as his fingers moved your panties to the side and ran through your folds. 

“shh,” dean whispered. “you don’t want anyone to hear you, do you, sweetheart?”

you shook your head no, but struggled to silence your moans as dean brought his fingers up to your clit. he stopped momentarily to pull your panties off completely as he then used one hand to rub your clit while the other moved down lower, finally breaching your hole. 

“damn, you’re tight,” he muttered as he inserted a second finger. 

“it’s– it’s been a while,” you moaned before bringing your hand to cover your mouth. 

“i can tell… fuck,” he groaned as you clenched around him again. 

as you felt your orgasm beginning to build it got harder to keep quiet, and dean could tell. he suddenly pulled out, causing you to whimper again. you looked up to see him nearly ripping his pants off before gripping your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. the sight of that alone was damn near enough to make you finish.

he quickly grabbed a condom from his pants and rolled it on his dick, then laid his dick on your pussy, letting your wetness coat his cock. he groaned, feeling your warmth even through the condom. he dragged his cock along your folds a few times before finally beginning to insert it. 

“fuck,” he whispered as he slowly pushed further into your pussy. your hands were gripping into his forearms, nails leaving deep indentations as you adjusted to his size. once he was fully inside of you, he paused to let you continue to stretch, his head dropping to meet yours. 

“you good?” he asked quietly. 

you began nodding, “yes, please.”

he lifted his head slightly to mumble against your lips, “please what?”

you nearly moaned from the sound of his voice, from his words, but managed to say “please, move.”

he began rocking in and out of you, his speed building rapidly alongside your orgasm. dean could feel you squeezing his cock tighter and tighter, so he began to lightly rub circles around your clit, teasing you until you began whimpering. 

“dean,” you stammered.

“yes, sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky grin.

he picked up the pace, pressing harder on your clit and making you see stars. he thrusted into you harder and harder. it became too hard for you to keep yourself quiet and he had to bring his other hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans. 

“come on, baby,” he whispered. “cum for me, baby, you can do it.”

you could feel it coming before it happened, your body clenching and relaxing as your eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly into dean’s hand. as you were coming down you could feel him finish inside you, hearing his soft moans in your ear as he continued rocking into you slowly until you were both finished. 

he carefully pulled out and removed the condom before laying down next to where you laid, completely blissed out. it had been way too long since you’d been fucked and even longer since you’d been fucked that good. 

“you ok?” dean asked as he tried to shift your body up the bed. 

“mmhm,” was all you could muster up as a response. dean smiled down at your tired body with your half-shut eyelids and peaceful appearance. 

“you need anything?” 

you shook your head before saying, “i’m the hostess. if anyone should be asking that it’s me.”

dean huffed a laugh before standing to put his jeans on again. “i think you’ve done more than enough to make this a satisfying stay for your guests,” he replied, wearing his smirk once again. 

you smiled before running your hands over your face. you couldn’t help but begin to question what you had just done. though you were exhausted, the stress of the day finally wearing you down, you wanted to wash up a little before bed. so you threw your legs over the side of your bed and, on shaky legs, began picking up your discarded clothes to throw in your laundry basket. 

dean sat on the bed, watching your naked form move comfortably around your room. you tried not to feel self conscious under his stare, finding it especially dumb to feel that way considering what you two had just done. 

you got clean underwear and pajamas from your dresser and then took your robe off the hook to cover up for the walk to the bathroom. as you tied the robe around your waist, you looked to dean who still sat shirtless on the bed. he looked away once you caught him staring, looking down to his hands then around your room awkwardly. 

“i’ll be back, i’m just going to go wash up real quick,” you said with a soft smile. 

he didn’t say anything, just returning the smile, so you went to the bathroom.

after you finished doing your business and getting ready for bed, you stood staring into your bathroom mirror for a few seconds. you could only stare for a few seconds before putting your head in your hands. you met this guy yesterday. he hunts ghosts and god knows what for a living. he was probably going to have to leave soon… but the way he looked at you. no one had looked at you like that in years. 

you decided to stop thinking about it. what good could come from thinking about? so you stepped out of the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb sam. as you passed your now-dark living room, something stopped you in your tracks. 

dean. laying on your couch, seemingly asleep. you opened your mouth to say something, but shut it just as fast. there was nothing you really could do. sure you had offered he come to your room, but you’d done so in a winking manner. it had never been agreed that you would sleep with him. so, you quietly walked into your room and shut the door, settling into your bed alone. as you did so, a feeling you hadn’t felt in quite some time (but would soon become accustomed too) settled in your stomach: disappointment. 

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note: o m g!!! first official chapter is out!! i'm so excited for this fic you guys, so much angst ahead. it was almost sad writing this sweet little chapter bc i know things are going to get sad. this is not proofread btw (i've been writing this for too long, i'll proofread later LMAO). pls check out the masterlist and follow for more !!!! happy reading :)

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just finished planning out the chapters for pwic :))

i dont think the prologue properly sets the tone for this fic tho, honestly introductions are not my thing.. so lets just say the prologue is a fun bonus not a must read LOL

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ELIZA :)

19. loves lana and tv.

most works contain mature content suitable only for those 18+.

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characters i'm loving rn:

dean winchester (supernatural)

rafe cameron (outer banks)

sarah cameron (outer banks)

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pretty when i cry (masterlist)

pairing: s1 dean winchester x f!reader

summary: what can you do when the one you love leaves again and again?

series warnings (18+): angst, smut

prologue

1. don't say you need me when (18+)

2. you leave and you leave again

3. i'm stronger than all my men

4. except for you

5. i can't do it, i can't do it

6. but you do it best

IMPORTANT: for any updates, parts, posts, etc. that relate to this fic, please check out the tag entitled "pretty when i cry spn fic" for my page, everything related to this fic should be tagged (be patient if i forget lol)

so you wanna know more about the fic and my plan >> (click keep reading)

notes: more warnings and info to come, i promise! i currently just have a rough idea of the whole series but i'm so excited for it!

the series idea came from the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey, so all of the chapter names are lyrics from that song

it's going to be season 1 dean in terms of characterization (and looks LMAO) but! this is definitely not canon! there may be some allusions to things that happen in the show, but definitely will not be canon.

i know this is going to be a very angst-filled and sad fic. i don't know for sure yet, but it is looking like a very ambiguous ending

this story will be 18+. idk how much freaky nasty will take place or the level of it, but i'm pretty sure it'll be in there somewhere (those chapters will be marked).

there is a possibility i add a chapter or two in there, but for rn it looks like it'll just be the six chapters i have outlined above :)