#winniewrites

[nowitswetme]

Dirty Talk from Dean’s Magic Mouth

Word Count: ~1075

Warnings: all the dirty talk - consistent use of the f word, slight domDean, slight degradation, thigh riding, mentions of p-in-v sex and rough sex, and pure addictive heaven from Dean’s perfect lips

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

No one in the history of ever has been as good at dirty talk as Dean Winchester is. He’s oh so crazy good at it. Like, could-make-you-cum-with-just-his-words-in-under-two-minutes crazy good. A literal lifetime of practice in smooth talking of all sorts has made him insanely talented with his words. Which is a very good thing. Because since his mind is always going, so is his mouth.

He’s irresistible in person. You’ve routinely gone from calm and composed to completely soaked in twenty seconds. There’s nothing like hearing Dean purr his own special brand of dirty poetry in his low, lust-soaked timbre. That same deep voice and verbal talent also make him easily the best over-the-phone fuck that you can possibly imagine. Expertly coaxing you to ecstasy with his detailed descriptions and filthy fantasies. He’s made you cum while he’s on the other end of the line more times than you can count. Even from a distance, Dean never stops until he’s sent your pussy over the peak a good few times. 

You really honestly think he could make a fortune selling naughty audios. Ya think so? Shit. Maybe I missed my calling, Sweetness. Ummm yeah. He absolutely did. Anyone would pay a fortune to be blessed enough to get off to those staggeringly sexy words. How he can be so incredibly filthy and yet somehow sweet at the same time is a beautiful mystery to you. Ya know, I really think I should get to speak for myself here. Gotta give the full impression when my reputation for havin’ a tempting tongue’s at stake. Fair point. Have at it, Dean. Whatcha wanna hear, y/n? Hmmm? I know whatcha need, Sweetness. Come lean into my chest and lay your head back so I can say it right here in your ear and drive you a little nuts, yeah?

Wanna hear about how much I fuckin’ love your body? How I’ve never seen anything so mesmerizing? How I wanna lay you down and tie your hands above your head and work my mouth over every last inch of you until you’re beggin’ for my cock? I’m so thirsty for you, Sweetness. Mmmm. Always so fuckin’ thirsty. Wanna taste your sweet pussy and run my hands over your gorgeous curves and pull you apart, piece by piece, until the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is how crazy, intensely, unbelievably good I make you feel, y/n. He pauses his skilled seduction for a few seconds to run his hands over you and give a full, wet kiss to your neck right there below the ear he’s been murmuring sin into. And a small part of you registers that you should probably be ashamed of the fact that you’re practically panting and decidedly wet already. But the rest of you doesn’t care. At all. Not when it’s at his lips. Want some more, Sweetness? Oh, fuck yes. I think about you like this when I’m strokin’ myself, ya know. About you – all strung out with that same gorgeous, lust-glazed look in your adorable eyes that they’ve got in them now. And those sexy little whimpers falling from your tasty, perfect, pillow-soft lips. Your blissed out brain lost to anything but the dizzying pleasure I’m givin’ you. Desperate for my fingers, or my mouth, or my big, thick cock. Fuck, and I wanna give ‘em to ya, Sweetness. You want that? Want me to make you feel too fuckin’ good for words? Oh fuck. Please, Dean. Mmmm, fuck. That’s it. I love it when you beg like that, y/n. Fuck. Can you feel me against your ass, Sweetness? Makes me so damn steely to hear you plead for me to take you apart. Fuck, it’s so hot. Kills me when you’re so drunk on my love and my lust that you can’t do anything but surrender to your need for me, Sweetness. Do it again, yeah? Yes, Dean. Please. Please, anything you want. He starts to tease his fingers under the edge of your panties, reveling in the way you’re so exquisitely turned on by his voice and his potent praises.

Anything I want, huh? What if I wanna keep you spread out over me, just like this? Strip you down and swirl slow, sweet circles of perfect pressure over your clit until you’re so damn achy that you’re all shaky and whiny and desperately needy. You gonna be good for me? Let me play with you all night and get you high on lust and longing? Fuck. Wanna make you feel like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of carnal pleasure and you never wanna come down, Sweetness. Or maybe I wanna flip you around. Settle my hands on your hips and help you grind yourself over my thigh while I keep spinnin’ sin in your ear. Make your swollen clit so fuckin’ achy that you beg me to let you cum, right here on my thigh like a frantic whore. Fuck, it’s addictive when you’re cravin’ me that badly, y/n. Can’t get enough of it. Mmmm. Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do.

In a flash, he has you spun around and over his thigh, face plastered with a smug smirk and hands guiding you back and forth in slow, calculated movements. That’s it, Sweetness. Feels sooo good under your pretty pussy, doesn’t it? Fuck. You’re already seconds from spiraling, aren’t ya? I can tell. That’s my girl, y/n. Always so good for me. Mmmm. But you know you’re not cummin’ yet, right? Can’t have that, Sweetness. Gonna need you to wait for when you’re wrapped around me, all full and floaty and feeling fuckin’ amazing. Gonna make you scream, Sweetness. You’re gonna be chantin’ my name whether you want to or not. I’m gonna hit that sweet spot deep up inside you that makes you fuckin’ sing. Over and over again. And I’m not stoppin’ there, y/n. We’re goin’ until you’re hopelessly spent and I finally decide to grant mercy to your poor, sore pussy so she can rest up for tomorrow. How’s that sound, Sweetness? Should I carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak? Think you can handle it? Mmmm c’mon. You know I’ll pamper the hell outta you afterwards. Yeah? Good girl, y/n. Let’s go.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278​ @love-jackles​

#dean winchester abcs #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #nsfwabcs #winniewrites

[wnterwnderlxnd]

reflections

warring: smut [ unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, hair pulling, anal, anal training, orgasam denial, oral (f)receiving, fingering]

pairings: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

taglist : @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf , @light164star

note: this was requested and honestly i think i got carried away, lol. between day 1 & 2 of the world tour i truly can’t breathe. so with that being said i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. please like & reblog if you like this post! maybe even follow? lol is that asking for too much?

“I brought something for you.”

That’s how your day started. A subtle promise of a reward only if you behaved. Touched and teased as Hyunjin ate you out like a man starved. His fingers work diligently to pry your tight little hole open. Denying your orgasam, tasking you with a mission to be patient for him while keeping the shiny metal plug buried deep in your ass as you followed Hyunjin around throughout the day.

It took every ounce of your patience as you sat around for hours never complaining as you watched him interact with his members. From the studio to the practice room you sat quietly. Smiling when you need to, keeping your head down surprising even yourself with the amount of willpower you sustained all for one small promise.

However, as the night rolled around your patience was starting to run thin. You had behaved and still Hyunjin paid you no mind. Not even a single glance as he danced around the room going over parts of a dance you knew he already perfected. You were tired but more than that you were overly horny and touch starved. The need for his attention seeping through your pores as you continued to watch him through the mirror.

You should’ve stopped there letting your thoughts serve as a warning but you didn’t. You should’ve stopped when the idea came into your head but you didn’t. You knew better than to rile him up in front of the members. You also knew better than to feed into the aimless flirting that was constantly thrown your way but as your need to pull some type of reaction from him grew the want to behave quickly faded.

Of course it also didn’t help that Jisung made it so easy. Always gravitating towards you whenever the group broke off. His endless flirting and flaunting of his body pulled you in easily as you indulged. Laughing just a bit too much and staring just a bit too long.

Stuck in a trance you laughed and smiled playfully watching Jisung step closer poking out his lips, one finger tapping them lightly as he promoted you for a kiss. He was joking of course, you knew that but still you couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your cheeks. Your eyes widened slightly before Minho’s voice rang out through the practice room causing you to step back, instantly finding Hyunjin's dark gaze trained on you through the mirror.

For a moment Hyunjin kept his gaze locked on you before moving to Chan whispering softly. The two of them coming to some sort of agreement with a quick nod of the head Hyunjin made his way over to you.

“We’re leaving.” His voice was stern as he grabbed his back leaving you no choice but to follow in silence as he walked out of the room.

Hyunjin didn’t say a word throughout the entire ride back to your apartment. Silence following the two of you into your apartment as he dropped his bag by your bed disappearing into the bathroom.

You fucked up. You knew you fucked up, you had even wanted to fuck up. Hopefully gaining some kind of reaction from him but as you were met with his silence you found yourself anxious. Following his steps you walked quietly into the bathroom watching him from the doorway.

“Jinnie,” you whispered softly, eyes finding him in the mirror as he leant in slightly palms pressed against the counter shaking his head lightly.

“Don’t.” Hyunjin hissed. “You were doing so good, all day you were doing so good. You just had to go fuck it up for a little bit of attention.” His words laced with venom as he parted his hair tying the top half up before turning to stand before you.

His demeanor was calm, movements soft unlike the fire behind his eyes. Gripping your chin lightly he bit his lip glaring down as you. “Were you actually going to kiss him just so you could get a rise out of me?”

“Of course not Jinnie, he was just playing you know what Ji is like.” You whispered knowing it’d be best not to get sassy in this moment seeing as you had already done enough.

Mocking your statement Hyunjin let go of your chin shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” His voice stern as he turned away from you walking further into the bathroom not bothering to check if you followed his instructions or not. He knew you would. He knew the moment he turned around you’d be exactly where he wanted you. Waiting patiently like the good girl he knew you were.

Turning on your heel you did exactly that, letting your clothes fall as you made your way over to the bed quietly sitting as you waited.

“Lay back for me.” Hyunjin’s voice was closer than you expected, a small gasp leaving you as you felt his cold hand touch your shoulder guiding you down to the bed.

Laying back, the bed dipped under his weight as he settled himself in between your thighs. Running a single finger in between your folds spreading the slickness around as he messily rubbed your clit. Whimpering loudly you arched your back into his touch, your body now overly aware of the plug that was still buried deep inside of you.

Kneeling down he replaced his finger with his tongue locking your thighs in place as he smirked up at you dipping his fingers into your cunt slowly.

“This just better be for me.” He growled, fingering you slowly as he let his tongue focus back in on your clit. The sensation of the plug, his tongue and his fingers overwhelming you as you let your body fall victim to the pleasure it had been denied all day.

Moaning loudly, your body squirmed under his touch, unable to hide how good he was making you feel. With another sharp thrust of his fingers you felt your body inch closer to your release shamelessly fast. Bucking your hips you cried loudly feeling a swift slap to your clit.

“Hyunjin” You moaned loudly as another slap followed through ripping your orgasam from you as quick as it came.

“Quite. You’re lucky that I don’t call Han-ah and make him watch, the arrogant little shit. You wanted my attention petal so bad and now you got it. Deal with it.” He growled, sending another slap down onto your clit with a snap of wrist before he gripped your thighs turning you over roughly letting your body fall face first into the mattress.

“On your knees” His weight shifted over the sound of the nightstand opening and closing as you fumbled pushing your body up onto your knees. “All day you kept this in, in preparation for me petal. I had so much planned. Why did you have to ruin it?”

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could mutter as you felt the plug being pulled from your ass. Aligning himself with your hole Hyunjin lathered himself in lube before roughly pushing into you, completely bottoming out as you cried loudly clenching down hard your body trying to compensate for the sudden stretch you were feeling.

Gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail, Hyunjin pulled you up. Your back flush with his chest as he began pounding into his whispering sweet nothings into your ear, keeping your body close to his.

From your position on the bed you could see the two of you from the mirror in the bathroom . Bodies perfectly angled allowing for a direct view. Glancing up your eyes for Hyunjin’s, his gaze already trained on you as he continued his ruthless pace. Sounds of skin slapping together filling the room.

“Your so fucking tight around me, petal.” He groaned, biting down on your neck, tongue trailing over the bright red mark before biting another spot. “Your ass, your pussy, everything belongs to me. Your whole body belongs to me. You were made for me, petal.”

Whimpering loudly, you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to. Your mind was completely overwhelmed with Hyunjin as he snaked his free hand down, fingers circling your clit.

Forcing you to keep your eyes on him, Hyunjin worked diligently to bring you to your orgasam. Watching as your body thrashed around him, completely surrendering to him.

He wanted to be upset with you for cumming without his command, he did truly, but as he watched the pleasure take over you Hyunjin lost himself just as quickly, his seed spilling into your ass painting your walls white. Falling back onto his knees Hyunjin pulled out letting your body collapse into his as the two of you panted loudly.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft as you nodded your body melting into his with a slight tremble as he continued to lazily rub circles around your clit.

Reaching down you gripped his wrist with a whine turning your head to get a better look at his face. Chuckling lightly he pulled you closer into him kissing your hair.

“I’m sorry, it's a force of habit” He smiled, pulling you with him as he leaned back into the headboard.

Shaking your head you smiled resting your head on his chest. “You’re something else Jinnie.”

#skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #winniewrites #skz hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin imagine #hwang hyunjin x reader #hotter than your ex better than your next #i see no lies

[friedkactus]

30 not so micro fics

Inventory

Swear I’ll actually make micro fics at some point instead of word vomiting all over the place. lol

Lilicae and Aeran shenanigans in Rona.

“I know I was gone for a little more than a second but this reaction seems like overkill?” Aeran quips as he takes in the scene laid before him, standing in the threshold of his and Lily’s shared apartment.

Whether or not Lily actually heard him is anyone’s guess, as his words do not seem to deter her in the slightest as she continues her brutal dismantling of their ramshackle temporary home. Not that there was much to dismantle to begin with, but if it could be moved she moved it. Their lumpy pillows were haphazardly strewn across the floor boards along with their bedrolls, even some of the floor boards themselves had been pulled up.

“I’ve lost it,” she mutters as she upends her pack onto the floor, although Aeran isn’t sure if that’s meant to be a response to him or for herself.

“I can see that,” he responds, the door closing with a creaking thud behind him.

His lighthearted jab has the desired effect as she finally stops her ruthless assault against their apartment long enough to shoot him a less than impressed look over her shoulder.

“Alright,” he puts his hands up in mock surrender, “what is it this time and where did you last see it?” 

Lily scoffs, hand indignantly placed on her hip, “I do not do this that often.”

“Mmhm, so where and what?” 

Lily narrows her eyes, “My hairpin,” her face falls as she refocuses her attention back to the source of her impromptu sacking of their apartment. Aeran nods, understanding clicking into place, usually she misplaces her pendant or Sero’s letter, but he should’ve figured only her mother’s hairpin could have gotten her this worked up. 

He can see her eyeing his own pack, itching to leave no stone unturned in her search, so before she has the chance he grabs her arm grounding her back into the conversation, “Where was it last?”

Lily inhales sharply, whipping around to toss her pack back against the wall, when a glint catches Aeran's eye. He has to work at hiding the smile that’s threatening to spill across his face at the absurdity of his newfound—incredibly Lily-like— discovery.

“I was writing down some clues to better help myself think, I don’t know, I took it out of my hair,”

she continues obliviously. “I set it down for just a second. Then, you said you were going to the apothecary—Aeran, it’s not funny.”

Crap. He tries to school his expression into something more neutral, but he can hardly help himself at this point, “No, I know. Ignore me, I’m listening.”

“If you’re not going to help—“

“No, I’m pretty sure I know where it is but I need you to finish to be sure.” 

Lily narrows her eyes incredulously but indulges him anyway,“I turned to tell you goodbye and then when I turned back it was gone.” She finishes with a huff. 

“No.”

Lily raises a brow at that, “No?” she parrots back, stunned at his response. She expected a lot of responses but that, however, was not one of them.

“No.” he repeats once more, no longer hiding his amusement (not that he did well earlier).

“Well this has been a lovely waste of a conversation,” she responds tersely, patience running thin as Aeran finally relents. One of the perks of knowing someone so long, you know precisely when you’ve run out of rope.

As she goes to stomp off Aeran places a soothing hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, you took it out of your hair,” he begins a bit too smugly for Lily’s liking. Her fuming is interrupted at her sudden awareness of his proximity as he leans in close enough for her brain to short and her breath to catch. 

For a moment, she forgets what they're doing, she then feels a slight tug, dark turquoise hair framing her vision, as Aeran pulls back without missing a beat, “and then you picked it up and put it back in ‘So you wouldn’t lose it’.” He quotes with a smug look on his face.

Lily feels her face burn for a slew of reasons and all she can think to posit from the mush that is her mind at that moment is a very soft barely audible, “Oh.”

#wayfarer if #wayfarer fic #winniewrites #oc: lilicae fairen #ch: aeran kellis #gonna keep squirreling these away over here #am i rusty or just very green who knows but im having fun while my ipad charges

[ezra-tellington]

Le chantier alphabet : rapport de développement du jeu au 21/09/2023

Le chantier alphabet est un jeu que je développe pour les 3 ans de mon neveu le mois prochain. Il s'agit d'un remake de mon propre jeu WinnieWrites, en version francophone et située dans l'univers du chantier (dont mon neveu est un grand fan). Si vous avez la flemme d'aller voir : il s'agit d'un jeu où l'on incarne un personnage qui se déplace de gauche à droite, essayant d'attraper en sautant des lettres qui défilent au dessus de lui pour former des mots.

Le premier jeu était fait sur Unity mais, au lieu de le reprendre et le transformer, j'ai profité de l'occasion pour m'initier à Godot.

J'ai fait de grosses avancées aujourd’hui et j'approche de la fin. Rapport de progrès : - J'ai fini de mettre toutes les lettres dans le jeu et de faire en sorte qu'elles agissent comme il faut - J'ai mis de la musique - J'ai créé un bouton "quitter" - Et surtout j'ai mis en place un système de niveaux de difficulté. Je me suis en effet rendu-e compte que certains mots ("excavatrice" ou "xylophone") étaient beaucoup plus longs et compliqués que d'autres ("papa" ou "maman"), et j'ai donc fait trois listes de mots distinctes dans lesquelles le jeu piochera en fonction de la difficulté sélectionnée. Voici les icônes qui serviront à choisir le niveau :

(Ici on voit évidemment que le premier niveau, le plus facile, est sélectionné.)

Voilà pour les avancées du jour, sur ce je vais me coucher, bonne nuit et à bientôt pour un nouveau bulletin de mes progrès sur... qui sait quel projet, vraiment ?

#chantier alphabet #jeu vidéo #gamedev #french #français #jeu éducatif

[winnieswend]

Mute me.

I do not want to be calmed.

I want the storm to continue surging in my head,

spilling surf from my eyes while tremors shake my shoulders.

I crave a continuation of this pure energy,

more than I’ve experienced in months.

Let me pulse with the fury and despair simultaneously,

allow this tempestuous tantrum to expand infinitely into the night and beyond,

where rosy fingers announce the dreaded dawn.

But all too soon the quaking subsides and sobs give way to gaping silence,

leaving behind an emptied crater too deep to fill with equally empty consolations.

So the chasm compounds.

The body submits at last to exhaustion,

and the mind is temporarily muted.

#WinnieWrites #poetry #MuteMe #new poets society

[nowitswetme]

Jealous - You’re Dean’s

Word Count: ~775

Warnings: some angst from self-esteem trauma (Dean’s), slightly possessive language, mentions of rough sex and overstimulation, slight dom!dean

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Honestly, Dean’s never had much reason to be jealous of other men. I mean, of their kids-and-a-dog-and-a-manicured-lawn apple pie lives, maybe. Or their blissful ignorance of all things monster, sure. But not over their game with women. There’s never been a day in his entire adult life that he hasn’t had the upper hand in that fight. 

So naturally, it surprised him when he started to get possessive over you – he hadn’t really ever felt that way about girls before. But you were special. And he was more in love with you than he'd ever thought possible. So he found himself getting a bit territorial. C’mon, y/n. Territorial and protective are two different things. You’re not property, you’re just… precious. But also kinda mine, right?

Dean never explodes in a jealous rage, but it stings him a little if you’re flirting around too much. Not because he really minds you doing it – you’re your own person, and he loves that about you. And your flirting game is pretty impressive to watch, Sweetness. It makes me flattered to have you and amused and really fuckin’ turned on, all at once. Those poor bastards never know what hit ‘em. I’m always into it when that’s the sexy little game we’re playin’ for the night. What a show.

But deep down, he still struggles with his old, deep-seated self-worth issues and he kinda wonders if you wouldn’t be better off with one of those other guys. He can’t help it. Decades of viewing himself as relatively worthless left a scar that might never entirely go away. And it breaks your heart.

Over time, you’ve worked hard to tone down your naturally coquettish disposition by a bit – you never want him to question his place in your heart or your life. He’s your everything. That’s never gonna make much sense to me, y/n. How someone as stunning as you are could find me worth loving as deeply as you do. Guess I’m just really damn lucky. You tell him that it’s not luck; it’s his huge heart and his giving nature and his dorky sense of humor and his beautiful mind and a million other breathtaking little pieces of him that make him so very, very worth loving. And he’s finally kinda starting to believe it.

These days, accidentally slipping into your bewitching banter when you’re speaking with a stranger mostly just gives him fuel for punishing you later. A handy excuse for him to take you apart in the rough ways that you both crave now and then.

The first time it happened was a happy mistake. You hadn’t realized that seeing you use your tempting little tricks on other men would make him feel the need to fuck you back into your place. But when he went feral with possessive authority as soon as you got back to the motel room, you decided that you were gonna have to repeat that particular offense pretty often.  It didn’t take long for Dean to catch on to the fact that you made him jealous on purpose. Yeah, you’re not that subtle, Sweetness. But that’s alright. I’m more than happy to scratch your itch for a filthy fuck any day of the week. Never gonna hear me complainin’ about that.

More often than not, the nights that you’ve been flirtatious and feisty just to rile him up end in magical, merciless pleasure from your silver-tongued softdom, your pussy overstimulated and your brain in a floaty fog of pure euphoria. Nuh uh. No whinin’. You’re the one that wanted reminded of your place, Sweetness. You know how it gets to me when you go flaunting what’s mine in front of other men. I know you do. And making you cum over and over again while my name falls from your perfect lips until your throat goes hoarse is just about the best way I know how to fuck that fact into you. So you’re gettin’ what you asked for really, aren’t ya y/n? You try your best to form intelligible words as he sends you spiraling towards your sixth orgasm of the night, begging and keening as he forces you over the edge. Yeah, that’s it. Let go for me, Sweetness. Theeere ya go. Fuck. Good girl. Who’s makin’ you feel so fuckin’ amazing, y/n? Whose pussy is this? And you try to oblige him. To make your lips move and tell him it’s his. That you’re his. But you’ve lost the ability to speak, too high on his decadent devotion to think straight. Tell me you’re fuckin’ mine, y/n. C’mon.

Yours. Yours forever. Always yours, Dean.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278 @love-jackles​

#dean winchester abcs #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #nsfwabcs #winniewrites

[nowitswetme]

Aftercare - after Dean

Word Count: ~1040 (oops again. haha.)

Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain. His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat. 

Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten. You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.

Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower. But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways. He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses). Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm. 

Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.

And then sometimes you both need more time and connection before you’re ready to be done with the night’s comforts, physically or emotionally. The more intense and feral the filthy pleasures were, the softer Dean tends to be afterwards, babying you with gentle touches and murmured phrases of care and concern. How ya feelin’, Sweetness? Did I go too hard tonight? You’re so fuckin’ amazing. I don’t deserve you, y/n. How bout I put you right again, yeah? Tell me where you’re sore. C’mon, Sweetness. Let’s get you cleaned up and rubbed down.

He never wants you to think that you’re anything but utterly precious to him, so he’s extra careful on nights when he’s just gotten done fucking you like you’re a plaything. Part of him still balks a little at letting loose on you like that, but he knows that surrendering every last little piece of yourself to him so fully makes you feel profoundly connected and thoroughly taken care of and wholly his. So he revels in it. And he makes sure the time he spends on you afterwards reinforces that exquisite intimacy too. 

He defaults to things like sudsy showers with the fancy-scented body wash and modest massages with warm oil that coax your muscles to loosen up, and never without a constant stream of sweet, heartfelt comments that you know he really means. He’s always been skilled with his hands and his words, so using those things to lavish you with love just comes naturally to him. 

You’re so good to me, Sweetness. So good and so precious. I’m gonna keep you forever, y/n. He carries you bridal style into the big shower and sets you under the stream of water that he’s made sure is the perfect temperature. He works his fingers tenderly over your body, subtly starting to work on your sore muscles as he gets you clean. You’re usually leaning against him a bit because your legs are still far from steady, and he takes advantage of the full-body closeness to get every last inch of you ready for bed. He shuts off the water and wraps you in one of the giant, fluffy towels he bought especially for you, chuckling when you tell him how sleepy you are. You’re perfect, y/n. You know that, right? More perfect for me than I could ever have dreamed up in my wildest fantasies. He lays you face down on the bed and gets your favorite massage oil worked in as he uses his strong, skilled hands to relax you so much that your muscles start to feel magically weightless. You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Gorgeous and soft and everything I need. I’m so damn lucky to have you, y/n. I love you. So much.

He says it, and he means it – that soft, genuine I love you. There’s no snark or seductive charm to it – just honest vulnerability and naked trust. And the unspoken affirmation that you’ve made him whole again. It’s the time he’s most open with you – when he’s high on endorphins and staring at your blissed out beauty and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. Oh, I know I am, Sweetness. No question.

Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, he slips one of his old band t-shirts over your head and helps you get tucked into him in that perfect way that makes you feel like you’re both one intricately melded person, instead of two.

And he knows that you think he does it all for you. That he’s loving on you with pampering gestures and lavish praise because it makes you feel like you’re his whole world. As you should, y/n. You are. You and Sam. But the truth is, Dean loves it just as much as you do. He cherishes getting to cherish you. Getting to have someone be so wonderfully, deeply in love with him that you trust him to put you back together without a single second thought. I’ll never understand it, Sweetness – the love you have for me. But I’m damn thankful for it. Every day. Now get some sleep, yeah? Gotta rest up for tomorrow night, ya know. I’ve got big plans for you. Big plans.

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[nowitswetme]

Rough Sex from Dean

Word Count: ~1150 (oops haha)

Warnings: rough sex (duh), morning-after marks, breath play, dom!Dean, degradation, dirty talk, snippets of demon!Dean roleplay

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet (I feel like this one could have been ten times as long and still not have done justice to Dean’s skills. But we’ll fill in the rest with other letters!)

Dean’s not always gentle when he’s driving you both to brilliant, overwhelming heights of pleasure. He’s often quite the opposite. 

You’re frequently covered in love bites and finger marks from being manhandled and marked and beautifully, thoroughly taken. And you absolutely love it. Good thing too, Sweetness. It’d be a damn shame if I was the only one who liked lookin’ at your skin with a few pretty colors on it from me claimin’ my territory. To be honest, when you’d told him how much you liked it rough, you’d had no idea just how rough you liked it. His talent in the bedroom and his need for pleasuring you in every way imaginable had taken your kink for being thrown around and roughed up and turned it into a full blown addiction.

Of course, you know Dean would never actually hurt you. Course not. You’re too precious to leave any lasting damage on, y/n. You know that. But likin’ a sweet sting as much as you do can be dangerous, ya know – if I weren’t so fuckin’ good at it, you’d be in big trouble. Not every man knows juuuuust how to walk the perfect line between pain and pleasure, Sweetness. That’s a gift. Cocky bastard.

But he’s right. He’s gifted. You didn’t know you liked to be choked until he’d shown you how good he was at it – at wrapping his hand around your throat and forcing the fight-or-flight reflex to send adrenaline shooting straight to your pussy. He’s perfected his pressure – squeezing you just lightly enough that you’re not quite panicked, but heavy enough that your senses hit overdrive. It’s literally dizzying, and it gives you the most insanely intense orgasms. You’re completely hooked.

Deep down, your Dean is a big teddy bear and you both know it. Whatever. Am not. His natural “sex style” is a seamless blend of both the primal and sweet sides of his personality. He’s all over the map while he’s fucking you, and he’s rarely predictable. BUT if he knows you’re in the mood to be roughed up hard, he’s gonna make sure that it’s the best damn, hurts-so-fucking-good, bruisingly-blissful railing you’ve ever had. Damn straight. Gonna give it to you good an' hard, Sweetness. Every single fuckin’ thing I decide to do to ya. And you’re gonna be a good girl and take it all and say thank you. And then you’ll be feelin’ the dull, dirty ache of my cock for days, y/n. Fuck, he’s hot when he’s like that – rough and filthy and exquisitely mean. Mmmm. Well, that is what you want, right? To let me use you and make you feel like a dirty little whore that needs my cum leakin’ out of her to feel worth anything, yeah? Fuck.

Fuck yes it is. And he knows it. He knows how much you crave being degraded and roughed up and used for his pleasure. What a perfect little slut you are, Sweetness. You’ll let me do whatever the hell I want with you, huh? Luckily, whatever-the-hell-he-wants has a tendency to include making you feel too amazing for words.

There used to be a part of you that felt ashamed of wanting such scathingly rough sex. Like your fuck-me-like-you-hate-me kink meant something about you was broken. Or that getting off on being degraded and objectified was something you should be disturbed about. Not with Dean. With Dean, it’s glorious. You know he’s treating you like his filthy fucktoy because it’s what you get off on. Which means it’s what he gets off on. So it’s completely euphoric. Safe and savage all at once.

He's most rough when he needs to take his built-up, pent-up emotion out on something. When he’s stressed and strained and just needs to slam his dick deep into something warm and wet until he fucks all the tension away. At first he was hesitant to let that piece of him come out. He hid it for months – you’re too precious to him for him to ever risk losing you or hurting you. But when he found out how incredibly wet it made you to be roughed up like a cheap plaything, he let his dark side loose. And you telling him afterwards that his marks were your new favorite thing to wear dissolved his last little shreds of reservation.

If you want it really, really, so-mean-it’s-kinda-scary rough, you leave his red button-up out on the bed. The one he wore when he chased Sam around the bunker with murder eyes and broke down everything in his path. It’s your not-so-subtle hint that you want him to make you beg and scream and everything in between. It’s not that you don’t feel like you can tell him – it’s just that it’s so much more fun when you don’t really have to ask. He’s good at catching you off-guard, even when you were the one that laid it out.

Heya, y/n. Wanna play? He’s leaning against the doorframe, poking his tempting tongue between his teeth as he rakes his eyes down your body. It’s clear that he’s got ripping-your-clothes-to-shreds on his brain, and you curse yourself for wearing one of your favorite shirts on a night that you gave him the take-me-and-break-me signal. Not thinkin’ about runnin’ are ya, Sweetheart? You know better than that. He narrows his eyes and dips his chin dangerously, stalking toward you like the hopelessly irresistible predator that he is. We both know your tight little cunt’s been achin’ for this demon dick ever since the last time I left you. Soaked and spent and all kinds of sore. Ain’t that right? He gives you his signature sexy-as-hell smirk, and your brain stops functioning. You’re quiet for a second too long – in a flash, he has your chin gripped in his huge hand and he’s seething at you. Fuckin’ answer me when I ask you a question, y/n.

Hello. Earth to y/n. Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, Sweetness? And you wish you had a better poker face, but one glance at your eager eyes and your heated blush and he knows that you were lost in a demonic daydream. The man can read you like he fucking wrote you.

It's not always that particular fantasy. Sometimes it’s a different, just-as-dangerous game. Sometimes it’s that you purposefully push his buttons until he snaps and decides to put you in your place. Sometimes it’s because you both just need him to use you and claim you and make you remember how insanely strong and fierce and insatiable he is. Not that you could ever forget. No matter the reason, getting filthy rough sex from Dean is always a treat. Nah, you’re the treat, Sweetness. Mmmm. The sweet little treat that I’m about to eat up and split in two on my cock until you’re too broken to fuckin’ speak. C’mere.

Don’t worry. He always puts you back together.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278

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[nowitswetme]

Dean has a thing for your Hair

Word Count: ~675

Warnings: mostly fluffy and a teeny bit smutty, mentions of oral and p-in-v sex, hair pulling, the tiniest mention of demon!Dean roleplay, mutual lusty stupors

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

There are plenty of things about your physical self that Dean loves. Your smile. Your mannerisms. Your body. Every single inch of you is precious and beautiful to him, and he could never pick a favorite part of you. But he sure does have a thing for your hair.

It’s gorgeous and soft and it smells amazing and he’s borderline obsessed with it. I’m not obsessed, y/n. Just… I dunno… distracted. Incredibly fucking distracted.

He routinely spaces out in both naughty and nice thoughts about it, lost in a filthy daydream or a comforting memory in seconds every time you twirl it between your fingers or it gets all rumpled up from the wind. He can’t get it out of his head.

To be fair, those are some pretty awesome thoughts, Sweetness. Hangin’ down when you’re on top of me, ridin’ my cock and losing yourself in pleasure. Splayed out all over the pillows while you’re on your back and I’m railin’ you into the mattress. Fisted in my hand while I’m fucking into your mouth or taking you from behind. Mmmm. And fallin’ asleep to the scent of your girly shampoo afterwards. Hell, I even love wakin’ up to it all up in my face. I know it sounds weird, but it’s like it reminds me I’m home before I even open my eyes, ya know? Even when I’m on the road. When I’m next to you I’m home, y/n.

He likes to play with it when you’re chilled out watching tv with your head in his lap. Running his fingers lazily through your strands and massaging your scalp until you’re relaxed enough to either fall asleep in his arms or let him work on you until you’re spent or shaking. Probably both, Sweetness. And he loves to use it to gently roll your head to one shoulder so he can kiss on your neck in that intoxicating way that turns you into a needy, desperate puddle. Or yank it mid-fuck so you’ll moan and cry out and clench down even tighter on his cock. Those things are always flashing through his mind at the most inconvenient times.

His hair gets more attention from him than it used to, too.  Dean absolutely loves it when he’s down between your legs and you’re so freakin’ into it that you grab his hair and grind up into his face. Fuck yeah, I do. It’s a rush when you go all feral like that, Sweetness. Like you’re tryin’ to get rid of every last bit of space between my face and your pussy. That’s crazy fuckin’ hot. And it stings just right. You know I lose it when you do that.

He keeps it a little longer these days just so it’s that much easier for you to fist it in your fingers. It looks a lot like his demon hair, but honestly you’re kinda definitely into that anyway. I know you are, y/n. Makes it feel that much more filthy real when I go all seductive-knight-of-hell on your kinky ass, huh? Dirty girl.

Now that it’s not quite as short, his hair gets mussed up a lot more easily. Which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that his tousled hair immediately gives you naughty thoughts. Like feels-so-fucking-good-that-you’re-clawing-him-all-over kinda thoughts. Unfortunately, Dean knows. And he takes full advantage of it. He caught on a while ago, and he’s been purposefully using it to drive you nuts ever since – every now and then, he’ll reach up and tussle it a bit with a filthy smirk on his face just to see you get flustered. He loves how a quick little thing like that can make you totally turned on. True. I’m always gonna use any little trick I can get to turn you into putty in my hands, Sweetness. Gladly. Can’t really fault me for that. Oh well. At least it works both ways.

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stay | part one

parings: yang jeongin x fem!reader

genre: fwb to lovers, college AU

word count : 2.1k

warning: smut [ protected sex, marking, oral sex - f!receiving, d/s dynamic if you squint ]

summary: You’ve been around Jeongin since the moment he moved in with your best friend Minho. You weren’t necessarily close with the youngest member of your friend group, always swearing he was a baby in your eyes. Though lately it seems that you’ve become the center of Jeongin’s attention as he was determined to prove to you he definitely wasn’t a baby anymore.

“You’re terrible at this game.”

The voice behind you startled you causing the ball in your hand to be sent flying, completely missing the cup you were aiming for on the other side.

“I’d be better if you weren’t coming up behind me unannounced.” You glared over your shoulder. Jeongin was so close that you could feel the heat of his body pressed against your back.

You weren’t sure how the two of you got this close, he had always been there of course — being your best friend Minho’s roommate— but lately you were beginning to notice a subtle change whenever he was around. The small remarks he always closed off with a wink or like now always finding a reason to press up against you.

“Let me help,” He rolled his eyes, placing his cup down on the edge of the table watching as Seungmin moved around the table grumbling softly at Jeongin’s addition.

“If you’re going to let him help you then you might as well call the game now.” Seungmin shook his head leaning back against the table behind him annoyed at his best friend’s presence.

“Stop that, you’re just pissed you’re not blindly beating me anymore.” You scoffed with an amused smile as Seungmin’s ball landed on the floor.

The apartment was filled with you friends all in various places— Hyunjin and Felix pressed against each other in the corner dancing closely, Chan and Changbin sitting on the couch as Chan’s girlfriend danced close to Hyunlix begging Jisung to dance with her— the only pair missing was Minho and Bora who had plans or so they said.

Pressing his body completely flush against yours Jeongin passed the ball to you, his hand finding your hip pulling you closer causing you to look up at him for a moment. A smirk gracing his lips as he moved the both of you into the table slightly.

“Aim for the middle, that's the fastest way to get the game rolling.” He whispered the feeling of his voice setting off a spark throughout your body as you tried to follow his instructions.

You shouldn’t be this bothered by a simple touch, normally you weren’t but with the few drinks flowing in your veins every time his breath fanned over your neck you pressed your legs together more and more.

Though he let you finish out the rest of the game yourself he stayed close behind bickering with Seungmin every so often keeping his presence behind you noticable.

It had to be the drinks you were sure of it. That was the only logical reason for your reaction to him. He was Yang Jeongin, the baby of the group. You’ve always seen him as such but recently you lost focus of that getting lost in the way he’d press against you as he passed by while he was in the apartment always wearing sleeveless shirts a tad too big that showed a tad too much. He had buffed up and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

As the last cup sat on the table you looked over your shoulder motioning for him to come over to you watching a smirk settle on his lips. “For good luck?” You asked as he got closer letting his arm fall around your waist. The subtle cat and mouse game between the two of you continues. Surely he felt it too. Surely you weren’t the only one completely wrecked by his presence, right?

Moving closer you pressed your ass up against him, movements halting when you felt something you were sure wasn’t his belt buckle. Squeezing your hip lightly Jeongin leaned into you his lips lightly grazing the shell of your ear. “Don't start something you can’t finish little one.” His voice was low nudging you forward back to the table as Seungmin began to complain.

“Who said I can’t finish?” You asked as the ball left your fingertips landing in the desired cup.

“Tell you what, say your goodbyes and I’ll meet you out front in 20.” He instructed, motioning you forward as he raised an eyebrow at your hesitation. Leaning back he watched you with an amused smile as you stumbled forward mindlessly following his instructions, bidding a soft goodbye to Seungmin who rolled his eyes knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Making your way through the apartment one by one you said a small goodbye to your friends with the excuse of an early class tomorrow morning. Of course tomorrow was Saturday and there were no classes but they weren’t going to tell you that.

Waiting silently you nearly jumped when the front door opened once again, Jeongin coming out closing the door behind him offering you his hand.

“You coming doll?” He smiled laughing as you shoved him softly leading the way towards his apartment.

The walk was short punching in the code you knew by heart you let yourself in. The sound of the door clicking softly behind you was the only indication you had that Jeongin entered the apartment. His movements quiet as his hand grasped your wrist spinning you around to face him. Surging forward his hands lightly gripped your chin as he brought his lips to yours.

Jeongin’s touch was soft yet hard at the same time. Bringing you forward into his essence as you stood there slowly getting drunk off of one another.

With free hands Jeongin roamed your body, his fingers tracing over every square inch you had to offer. “Fuck you don’t know how long I waited to do this.” He murmured against your lips. Hands lingering on the backs of your thighs as he hoists you up in one swift motion carrying throughout his apartment as if you weighed nothing but a feather.

Though you’ve been here a million times before everything felt different. Never once had you even stepped into Jeongin’s room let alone his side of the apartment.

Kicking the door open with his foot Jeongin walked over to his bed dropping you down before stepping back. The soft boy you’ve grown used to now gone as he looked into your almost as if he was searching for confirmation.

"Tell me it's not just me. Tell me you want this too. I need your words."

Sitting up your hands moved starting to unbutton his shirt letting your eyes meet his as you shifted onto your knees letting your faces become aligned. "I want this too, Innie. I want you." You spoke honestly, watching closely as something changed within his features.

Slipping out of his shirt he took a step back motioning for you to follow his lead. Moving from your position you stood in front of him, your face confused as you watched a smirk play on his lips.

"Strip for me." He said his voice low and husky as he raised his eyebrow at your face. "Show me what you're offering." He stated boldly his demand taking you back as his eyes darkened.

The look on his face alone was enough to have you eating out of the palm of his hand because holy fuck this man was sexy. This version of him now was completely different from the version you saw when you first met. The quiet, shy, playful version of him that could never even look you in the eye if you were wearing something he considered too short.

Stepping out of your boots you pulled on the buckle of your pants shimmying out of them as well before you pulled the tie on your shirt letting the fabric join your pants before kicking them into a small pile to the side. Standing in nothing but a thong you looked up again as Jeongin stepped forward lifting your chin to meet his face as he kissed your lips.

"You are beautiful." He murmured his kisses trailing down your neck before finding your nipples giving them attention as he continued to move down towards his destination.

Kneeling before you he pushed you back lightly nudging your legs apart as he shimmied your thong down your legs.

"So fucking beautiful." He whispered examining your body with no shame continuing to push your legs further apart letting his actions do the talking as he kissed your center.

Looking up from his position he smirked as he ran his tongue along your clit, his tongue grazing over exactly where you needed it to be. Bucking your hips at the feeling his hand shot out as he held your hips in place, continuing his assault.

"In-ah" You moaned roughly curling your toes feeling the skin of his back beneath them. In a swift motion he used his free hand to insert his fingers, the movement being sending you closer and closer to the edge.

The slight shake of your legs caused a knowing grin to appear on his lips as he pulled his mouth away, bringing his face up to yours. Before you could protest he replaced his mouth with his thumb, letting his finger hit your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out.

"Cum for me beautiful." He demanded. His words caused a ripple effect throughout your body as it obeyed his command. Moaning loudly you gripped his hair hard bringing his face to yours kissing him roughly.

Pulling his hand away he broke the kiss exchanging his lips for his fingers as you willingly wrapped your lips around them tasting myself.

"You should be naked too. Why do you still have clothes on?" You whined, completely caught in disbelief that Jeongin had just done all of that and he was still half dressed.

"Patience, love. You have to have patience." Jeongin chuckled, sending a quick slap to your thigh before stepping back, discarding the rest of his clothes, tossing them in the same pile from before. Stepping to the side he reached into his drawer shuffling around before returning with a condom.

Watching closely you sat there amazed as his he stroked himself a few times before rolling the condom down his length tossing the wrapper to the side.

Bringing his body back on top of yours he let his tip slide up and down your folds before he shifted sliding into you fully closing his eyes as his head tipped back. Pausing for a moment, Jeongin allowed you to adjust around him before bringing his face back to yours. Jeongin's free hand snaked around your neck as he leant in biting your lip.

When his movements began again they were anything but gentle. He built his pace up slamming into you, each thrust more aggressive than the last. By this point whoever was in the dorm knew exactly what the two of you were doing and trust you have no shame about it.

Leaning back he lifted his upper half towering over you as he placed your legs onto his shoulders leaving kisses and bites along your calves to match the ones lining your neck.

There was a small stutter in his rhythm that was almost unnoticeable had it not been for his quick pause then his hand shooting out Jeongin’s fingers finding your clit once again driving you wild, you wouldn't have even noticed. Screaming his name you could feel the sensation building up again as his thrusts became more and more relentless.

Grasping the sheets your back arched off of his bed as you felt your walls clench around him cumming again but this time cumming with him.

Both of you sat in silence for a moment letting your pants fill the room. Pulling away Jeongin stepped to the side discarding the condom before he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment.

Sitting up in your elbows you watched him make his way around the room completely and unapologetically naked. Taking a seat at the top of the bed as he laid back against his pillows motioning for you to come to him. Weakly you crawled over to him finding solace in his arms as you snuggled into his chest.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked softly his bold and dominating presence from before completely gone as you contemplated his question. You shouldn’t stay. The risk of one of the others catching you leaving in the morning was too high but the moment you looked up into his eyes watching you closely you knew you couldn’t say no. “Ah it’s ok if you don’t want to, I shouldn’t have—” He stammered as you cut him off.

“I’ll stay In-ah” You said softly ignoring the voices in your head screaming for you to leave. Melting into his embrace you watched a smile creep up on his lips with a slight nod of his head he leaned down squeezing you gently placing a kiss in your hair.

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #winniewrites #skz yang jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin imagine #skz jeongin #stray kids x reader #stray kids jeongin #skz jeongin smut #skz jeongin series #college au #fwb to lovers

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What do you think high sex with jisung would be like? I imagine very giggly and sloppy with lots and lots of slow lazy kisses

oh yesss yess yess high sex with Ji is such a thought. i see him being very very giggly and sloppy/messy but also kinda clumsy too.. and experimental? definitely experimental

hear me out. i truly think being high would give him the courage to try things he wouldn’t normally try. maybe he saw this crazy position the other day while he was watching something and boom now he’s got you folded like a pretzel half way off the bed for research purposes. maybe he’s recently wanted to try ice play.. which of course means this thought causes him to pull out mid stroke to run down the hall to grab some ice cubes giggling the whole way bc i mean why not right??

jisung + high sex = is an adventure to say the least and i may or may not have just prompted myself into turning this though into a one shot 🤭🤭

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #winniewrites #han jisung has me in a chokehold #winnie’s thoughts 💙 #han jisung #skz han jisung smut #ask ask ask

[friedkactus]

30 micro fics challenge

Tagging @ghostwise because you inspired me dfsdgfk supposed to be micro but i am insane lmao

First meeting. 

Lily doesn’t cry when they tell her. She doesn’t demand any answers or scream in defiance. Having a reaction would mean recognizing what’s happening and she can’t do that right now. She doesn’t even feel real any more as the dwarven man takes her hand. 

Her father says something in parting but she can’t tell if the words are for her or the man—Cenric, Lily remembers numbly as she boards into the back of an empty cart. His name is Cenric, and he is something called a Wayfarer. And he owns her now.

Owns. There was no other word for it, he paid for her and she saw it. The clatter of bagged coins passing between hands echoes in her mind and nausea lurches in her.

Everything feels delayed. Distorted, like when she gets water lodged in her ears when she swims on shore in the summertime—the cart jolts violently and as if on queue that’s when it hits her, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever swim on that shore again. 

Images flash in Lily’s mind the blue of the sea, an even bluer sky, surrounded by cliffs of white. 

She watches out of the back of the cart as Tol Covere drifts further and further, until it’s just a speck and then finally nothing. And only then, when her home is truly gone, does she allow herself to cry. 

Mourning both what she has lost and what she has never had.

Memories. 

“Aeran?” It comes out of Lily as a question rather than a statement of recognition. She grips the hilt of Nerine tighter as he begins to cross the desert between them, a myriad of explanations screening across her thoughts.

The first thing she rules out is illusion magic, she would see through it being a magianis and all. 

He’s halfway to her now.

She considers dehydration but she hasn’t been in the deserts of Karth long enough to dehydrate much less hallucinate, has she? 

Just a few more steps.

Next is the sandwraith, it managed to knock her around quite a bit, maybe she was concussed—

He’s here. She doesn’t know how long she stands there gaping at him saying nothing. Lily doesn’t believe he’s real, he can't be, he would never find her like this. She would never be so lucky—

Aeran rests a tentative hand on her shoulder, “Lily? Are y—”

And that’s all it takes, Nerine falls from her hand instantly, clattering softly into the sand as Lily all but crushes herself against him. Her shaking hands twist furiously into his cloak, as if she can keep him from disappearing if she just holds on tight enough. The buckle on his chest is hard against her cheek and he smells like dirt and sun and Aeran. When he hugs her back she can barely hold back the sob sitting in her chest. He’s really here.

“Aeran,” she breathes, pulling back enough to look him in his eyes, an awkward tearful smile on her face, “hi.”

He chokes on a laugh, shaking his head as he pulls her into an embrace of his own.

“Hi, Lily.”

#wayfarer if #winniewrites #oc: lilicae fairen #ch: aeran kellis #squirrels this away on my oc blog #making myself sad lmao

[friedkactus]

30 micro fics challenge

Fighting.

Words. An incredibly underutilized form of violence if you asked Lily. 

You're more mercenary than Wayfarer.

You can inflict so much more damage when wielded correctly, more than you could ever incite with any weapon—magic or otherwise.

Finding you was a mistake.

Cuts and bruises? Given enough time those heal, if you’re lucky they rarely even leave a trace. Words worm their way into you like poison, dig far further than something as shallow as skin deep making a home above your heart—the better to weigh you down. They strike with a precision a dagger could only ever dream of.

You need me more than I need you.

Especially when they come from someone you love, because that’s when they seem the most true.

Anger.

Lily doesn’t know what set her off. 

Maybe it was the fact that the man was breaking their agreement despite a job well done. Or the way he tried to push through Lily and Aeran. 

“Magianis,” he had spat, as if the taste of the word itself was foul. Lesser. “You’re as useful to the world as coin is to a corpse. Empty, magic-less bastards.”

This was hardly the first time some asshole had decided to make their own prejudice her problem, and it certainly wouldn't be the last—hell, she’s even heard worse from her own family—she knew this.

And yet she can’t help but feel satisfaction at the sickening crunch of his nose beneath her fist. 

Anger courses through her, white hot and familiar, boiling over with ease. She’d taken too much shit for far too long today. She repeats the action, once, twice, three more times. Aeran’s warning is distant in her ear, his presence is the only thing pulling her punches in the slightest. 

Her anger is far from satiated, but she settles for taking what’s owed as she cuts the bag of coins from the man’s belt.  “If you ever want coin to have use for you again, I suggest you stay down.”

#wayfarer fic #winniewrites #wayfarer if #oc: lilicae fairen

[wnterwnderlxnd]

new post in the works 🥰

#winnie’s thoughts 💙 #winniewrites

[nowitswetme]

Wet for Dean

Word Count: ~675

Warnings: lots of Dean’s dirty talk, brief mentions of oral and p-in-v sex and squirting, slight dom!Dean, orgasm denial if you squint really hard, and Dean’s very real kink for giving you endless intense pleasure

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Dean loves to spend hours playing with you. Like, actually hours.

Coaxing your clit to get sensitive and swollen in the best way and soaking your pussy, your panties, and whatever else happens to be underneath you. He gets a massive high from making you so incredibly needy – from the fact that you’re so distractingly wet that you can’t even think straight. Making you achy and horny and deliciously desperate is his favorite drug, and he’s addicted. Hell yeah, I am. Makes my cock so fuckin’ steely to have you drippin’ with need for me, Sweetness. And sure, he knows enough about women to know that wetness isn’t always a measure of how turned on you are, but it’s generally not unrelated either. So any opportunity he gets to make you crazy-fucking-wet is time well spent. Absolutely. Pretty sure I could spend forever makin’ you ache for me and not be any kind of sorry about it, y/n.

His favorite way to turn you to a slick, spiraling mess is when you’re snuggled up together with hours of time to kill and nothing to do but just be with each other. On the couch in the Dean cave or the bed in his room, bingeing your way through a marathon of something you’ve both seen before. Just laying with his arm draped over you, tracing his fingers around the lips of your pussy with gentle, teasing touches until you’re on fire with aching need. Or swirling infuriatingly slow, lazy circles on your clit with the pad of his finger while he trails his mouth along your neck in dizzying kisses and forces you to try to focus on the screen. Concentrate, Sweetness. This part’s good, ya know. I’d hate for you miss it just because you can’t keep your thoughts off your sweet, soaked, puffy little pussy. Sometimes he’s merciless when he’s teasing you like that, but it’s the most fabulous form of torture you can possibly imagine. He just needs to make you achingly wet. Until the only thing you can possibly think about is how much you want him to turn off the damn TV and make you cum so many times that you pass out. Fuck yes. You’re intoxicating like that, y/n – soaked and gone and fuckin’ begging for me. Makes me wanna chain you to my bed and never let you leave. In all honesty, he thinks there’s not much hotter than you with your ass propped in the air and your pussy literally dripping down onto his sheets. A gorgeous, delectable display laid out all for him. Mmmm. Gonna lick you clean, y/n. Fuuuck. And then I’m gonna make you a filthy mess again around my cock, yeah? Want you to be a good girl and soak us both in your pleasure, Sweetness. But he also loves when he’s bucking deep up into you while you’re riding him or he’s fucking you against the wall and he can feel your juices dripping down around his dick. It’s so utterly filthy and so beautiful, all at once. Your pleasure is his drug. Some people would probably call it being full of himself to get off on being so incredibly good at giving you indescribable highs, but it’s not. It’s not about him. It’s about how mind-blowingly amazing he’s making you feel. And how damn lucky he feels that he’s somehow the one who gets to do that to you. Fuck. Feelin’ good, y/n? Yeah, you are. Fuckin’ soakin’ us both. Shit. Can you hear yourself? Hear your pussy beggin’? You’re so fuckin’ wet. Gonna squirt for me tonight, Sweetness? That’s it. C’mon, give it to me. And when you do, it’s a total rush for him – that you’re feeling so insanely, intensely, can’t-believe-it’s-that-good because of him. Can’t really blame me, Sweetness. When your body’s practically droolin’ at both ends from pure bliss ‘cause I’m makin’ it feel so fuckin’ good, it’s bound to make me a little cocky. Works out just fine for you though, I think. You complainin’, y/n? No. No, you’re not.

#dean winchester abcs #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #nsfwabcs #supernatural #winniewrites

[wnterwnderlxnd]

use me.

warnings : RATED 18+ contains; language, smut [ unprotected sex, riding, hair pulling, soft!dom chan, sub reader, marking ] , slight angst maybe?? kinda idk

pairings : bang chan x fem!reader

words : 1453

taglist : @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

a/n : hello again, i wrote this in a daze over the course of the day so there are bound to be some mistakes since yes it is highly unedited. feedback is always welcome, i hope you enjoy the ride that is mr. bang chan himself xxxx

“Relax.” You whispered softly sitting across from Chan in the tub. The music filling the room played softly in the background tuning out the sounds of the other members that filled the dorm.

Moving forward you shifted in your position allowing yourself to sit closer to him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek Chan melted into your embrace. He had locked himself in his studio for hours, stuck on a track that needed to be finished, the anger from an argument he had earlier on still radiating throughout his body. It took an angry Changbin calling you in for reinforcements to get him out and back to the dorm before the sun rose. Yet, even though he convinced you to stay with him in the dorm, he still was frustrated barely talking as the two of you sat together in the hot tub.

“Channie, you need to relax. I know you want to work but right now you need to rest and let it go. I can see the steam coming out of your head from here..” You spoke softly, leaning in to rest your forehead on his. “Be pissed with me if you want to for pulling you away but please just stop. You’re stressing yourself out.”

“I’m not upset with you.” His voice was low and raspy, his hand coming up to your cheek. “Thank you for knocking some sense into me, I needed it. I needed this.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking his head at your question he sighed.“I just want to forget about it for a little, yeah? I can figure everything out tomorrow.”

Nodding your head at his statement you leaned in further placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Stroking your face lightly, Chan pulled back taking in the features of your face under the dim light of the candles.

Even after years together you still haven’t figured out the perfect cure to fix an angry Chan. Each time is always different than the last. You knew when to push and when not to. Knowing the fine line between upset and rage was easily crossed when you pushed too much.

“What is it?” You asked, noticing the look in his eyes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and even longer since I’ve had you like this ” He admitted the anger pooling deep in his stomach as the realization settled in. He had been neglecting you. Between practices and all the time he was spending in the studio he realized this was the first time he’d seen you in weeks.

Smiling softly at words you shush him hoping to stop him in his tracks. You knew where this was going. You hated these conversations. Hated seeing the guilt he piled on his shoulders. “Stop, I knew what I was signing up for when we got together. I don’t mind. It’s not every day someone can say they’re dating Bang Chan, leader of Stray Kids. You are expected to be busy.” You joked trying to keep the mood light.

“Don’t say that shit.” He argued, his voice low as he continued “That’s not me. Not when I’m with you.” His eyes were fierce, the anger behind them once again present only this time it was centered at himself.

“You’re angry again” You whispered running your thumb over the back of his hand. “This is supposed to be calming.”

“I never stopped, that's the problem.” He admitted with a roll of his eyes leaning his head back against the tub with a sigh.

“Christopher.” You snapped, the use of his name causing him to look up with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re going to continue—“ You began, quickly cut off by his question.

“When’s the last time you touched yourself?” He asked, pulling you closer onto his lap. He was hard. You weren’t sure when that came about but as you settled into his lap his erection teased your clit.

“I’m not allowed to do that, not without you. Not without your permission, remember?” you hissed the sudden change in the atmosphere causing your head to spin.

A dark smile took over his features as he continued to guide your hips over him. “You’ve been good for me all this time?” he asked, closing his eyes as your movements sped up. “Fuck baby. You know what happens to girls who behave, yeah?”

“They get a reward?” You asked your voice small, a whimper leaving your lips as Chan took your nipple into his mouth.

“They get a reward.” He repeated, releasing your nipple. “Use me baby. Ride me.”

Pausing for a moment you looked into his eyes before nodding at his command. Raising up you aligned yourself with his tip, slowly lowering down his length. Hissing softly at the new sensation, rolling your hips rising up and sinking down again with a moan. Squeezing your hips tight enough to leave a bruise, Chan groaned, feeling you clench around his length as you continued to roll your hips into him hoping to adjust to the new found fullness you were feeling.

Sneaking up his dominant hand found solace in your hair, his fingers tightly gripping at the roots. Bucking his hips up roughly causing ripples in the water as a whine left your lips. “I’m not in the mood to be teased.” He growled. The stern look in his eyes sent you a warning before he continued. “Fuck me like you mean it. Make me forget or sit back and do nothing at all.”

“I thought this was supposed to be about me.” You smirked as the soft Chan he was portraying quickly disappeared. You expected this. It was only a matter of before he took the reins of the situation, especially in a mood like this.

“It is but if your going to tease me then this reward will quickly fucking disappear. You decide.” He demanded, his voice deep as he continued to guide your hips up and down his length. Setting a steady pace Chan groaned into your chest, his tongue trailing over your neck. Red marks littering your neck as you tipped your head back giving him better access, his hand squeezing and molding your ass as he guided you.

Moaning loudly you threw your head back completely shifting your position bouncing lightly against him, your knuckles white from the steel grip you had on the edge of the tub. Water sloshing around you, Chan continued mouthing your neck. His firm grip in your hair keeping you in place for him letting him control the situation as he continues to thrust into you despite the water now splashing out of the tub.

The two of you continue on like this, your pace rough but steady. Your sounds filling the room mixing in with the music playing on in the background, members be damned.

He needed this more than you. Needing the relief only you were able to provide for him. Using your body to wash away his anger. His very own apology for not being there for you as he thought he should.

Quickly the knot in your stomach began to grow more and more as you frantically brung your hand down fingers lightly dancing over your clit as you chased your own high. Your actions send Chan into a whirlwind of his own watching you come undone for him so beautifully.

Pushing your head forward Chan brought his lips to yours muffling your moans as he thrusted his hips up roughly the feeling of you clenching around him pulling his own orgasam out right from under his nose.

“Ahh fuck, fuck!” he hissed pressing his forehead against you, his eyes searing into your as you continued to grind onto him milking his cock as you felt the last of his warmth filling you up. With a deep breath he laid his head back on the edge of the tub, his hand letting go of your hair allowing you to lean back, keeping his now softening member tucked away inside of you as your movements stopped. A heavy sigh leaving your lips.

Enjoying the silence for a few moments you smiled opening your mouth to say something, your voice caught in your throat as a soft knock rang out from the door. “Hyung?” Hyunjin’s voice was soft and timid as he spoke from the other side of the door. “I— Uh I’m really sorry to bother you but um I really need to use the bathroom.”

Chuckling lightly Chan brung his head up tapping your hip lightly signaling for you to let him up as he shook his head leaning over to turn off the music. “Yeah Jinie, we’ll be out in a moment.” he smiled, sending you a wink as the water drained out of the tub. The sounds of the shower filling the room. “Come on, let's get washed up before he throws a fit.” he joked, pulling you to your feet.

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