𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭? - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
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summary; what happens when your car breaks down and a stranger is there to help?
wc; 2,495
warnings; smuttt!!! (p in v, fingering, cunnulingus), implied consent
authors note; pls lmk how you feel about this. i remember read a steve rogers fic (i think) that was sorta similar, i wish i could rememebr the fic so i could tag it for credit. also this was my first time writing smut in a couple lmk what you think about that too
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the lonesome sound of your boots skidded along the dry asphalt as you walked up to the road. your care had broken down some miles back, you lost count, and now you're headed up the road to find some sort of civilization.
of course, your car had to break down on some back road in the middle of nowhere with nothing but open fields. your phone had died too before you could call a tow truck service. could this scenario be any more cliché? you thought.
you stopped to take a break. the bottoms of your feet pounded and your legs ached. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead due to the heat that pounded against your skin.
your black purse hung from your shoulder as you reached in looking for your wallet, just as a check to make sure it was there. after a moment of digging, its not there. it got worse.
groaning, you look around to see if there were any cars. there were none; you sighed and continued up the road. you found a small rock to kick aimlessly to entertain yourself in some sort of way.
this continued for about another mile before you could hear a faint purring of an engine. you snapped your head behind you, forgetting all about the poor rock you'd been kicking.
squinting to look at the car in the distance, you could see a black muscle car making its way towards you. a small smile appeared on your face, maybe this person will choose kindness and help you out.
you waved the car down and you could see the car start to slow its way to you. when it slowed to a stop next to you, you bent down to look at the driver who stopped.
a devilishly handsome man sat with his left hand atop the steering wheel. his green eyes pierced into you, "what's a pretty girl like you doing out here?"
your cheeks heated at him calling you pretty, "well my car broke down a while back and my phones dead and i forgot my wallet, so i'm just walking to the nearest town." you shrugged.
"so that's what that car back there was," the mystery man said. he gave you a small smirk, "why don't you hop in, i'll take you where you need to be."
"really? thank you so much," you gleaned. you opened the passenger door and hopped in.
"i'm dean," the man smirked. he offered his hand out for a shake.
"y/n," you smiled and shook his hand.
deans fingers tapped the wheel in rhythm the the classic rock song softly playing in the background. “so where were you headed, sweetheart?”
“actually,” you look down at your hands, “nowhere in particular, just seeing where the wind takes me.” you smile over at him. “what about you, where are you headed?”
“same as you, sweetheart,” his green eyes stared at you. your cheeks flushing at the nickname again. “i’m actually headed to meet my brother a few towns over, we do this thing together.”
“well that’s nice, what do you guys do?” you asked.
“we hunt monsters,” dean bluntly said. you gave him a confused sort of look.
dean smirked when he saw your face, letting out a small chuckle, “kidding, doll, we used to work for the fbi, now we just travel the country. part time mechanics too, wherever we can find work.”
“you used to work for the fbi?!” you beamed. “what was it like?” your body now faced him, wanting to hear about his fbi journeys.
“ah, sweetheart, i can’t really say.” you frowned. “it was a messy job, though. my brother and i were the best.” he boasted while you let out a small chuckle.
after a moment of silence, dean spoke up again, “did you do anything?”
you just shrugged, “i used to be a writer for some shitty newspaper.”
“cant have been that shitty if you used to write for it,” your face was constantly blushing from all the names and compliments he was giving you.
you just smiled back at him and stared at the road ahead.
after a little while, and some more small talk later, you were finally starting to see some civilization; a bus stop, followed by some small local shops.
you groaned and smiled, “finally, i can get my car fixed.” the auto repairs shop moved closer as the two of you moved up the road.
it started to move further away, your smile and lessened, dean was driving away from it. “let me get you some food first. you need some food in ya’,”
“oh dean,” you glanced over at him, “i cant let you do that, i’m fine.”
“no, no, don’t give me that, i’m buying you some food.” he smiled at you, green eyes flashing in the sunlight.
dean wouldn’t let you put up anymore of a fight. he pulled into the small parking lot of the diner in whatever town you two were in. it looked like a little mom and pop diner.
the two of you sat in a booth far away from other people. you glanced over the menu, settling for a chicken sandwich with a side of fries; dean ordered a burger.
while waiting for your food, you broke the silence between you two, “why do you call me sweetheart, and doll?”
the smile on his face never seemed to leave when he was talking to you, “well, ‘cause you are one, sweetheart.”
“but you don’t know me.”
“you have the beauty for one,” your cheeks flushing again. does this man ever stop, you thought.
the waitress came and dropped your food and drinks off and the two of you dug in. you haven’t eaten since sometime yesterday, and with all the walking your hunger grew. you were very thankful for dean.
the sandwich was damn near perfect; you hardly spoke you were too busy eating.
you finished your last. it’s and wiped a napkin on your face, getting off whatever food may be around your mouth, and threw it in the plate.
the waitress came back and grabbed your plates, “can i get you two any dessert?” she asked sweetly.
you were about to tell her no thank you, since you really needed your car fixed, but dean interjected. “we will have two slices of your finest pie, ma’am,” he smiled at that waitress.
the waitress walked away, “dean, i really need to get my car fixed,” you spoke up.
“sweetheart, it’ll be okay, it’s just a little slice of pie,” those beautiful green eyes enticed you, convincing you to stay and eat the pie.
“okay,” you sighed and smiled, “but that’s it.” your finger pointing out at him, pretending to scold him. dean just chuckled.
the waitress brought out two slices of cherry pie, your favorite, and apparently deans too. the two of you dug into the pies, making small talk again while you ate.
the waitress came back with the check book and receipt, dean immediately snatching it and putting his credit card in there.
“thank you, dean, i don’t know how i’ll ever repay you.”
deans eyes flicker down to your lips, a faint of a smirk on his lips, “i could think of one way.”
the gears in your head clicked, “oh,” you said sheepishly, the heat rising to your cheeks once more.
dean licked his lips in a seductive manner, he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your to the counter where the waitress sat. dean paid and the two of you made your wait to the impala.
“c’mon, let me take you somewhere where you can repay me,” he opened the passenger door.
“are you sure?”
“more than sweetheart,” he leaned in and kissed your cheek.
the two of you eagerly made your way to a motel dean was taking you. your nerves were high but so was your sex drive.
deans hand sat dangerously on your thigh. his thumb stroked circles on the inside of your thigh. heat radiated through your body, you just hoped dean couldn’t feel it.
the car screeched a bit when dean pulled into the motel parking lot. the two of you got out of the car, you started headed towards the check in office.
“what’re you doing, sweetheart?” you look at dean with confusion, all he does is pull out a set of keys you can only assume are keys to a room. you were confused as to why he already had keys, but you quickly brushed it off.
he nodded his head in the direction of the room with a smile on his face. dean held out his hand for you to take as he lead you to the room.
dean turned to you when you both entered the room and the door was shut. his lustful green eyes looked down into your own. you wanted this as much as he did, and he could see it in your eyes.
a hand reached up to move some hair from your face and stayed resting at the side of your head.
there was the smallest bit of hesitation in dean and he started to lean down to kiss you. you took the liberty of meeting him the rest of the way.
your lips meshed together as the two of you kissed. what started out as a gentle kissed turned into a heavier kiss. deans hands cupped your face as yours rested on his chest, grabbing at his shirt.
dean walked you back and your body hit the door behind you; a groan escaping your mouth which caused dean to groan himself.
deans kisses moved from your lips down to your neck leaving you breathless. his lips left little spots that would soon turn into hickeys, then shortly moved back to your lips.
strong masculine hands gripped your waist pulling impossibly closer. soon they traveled, very slowly, down to your ass, gripping harshly before lifting you up. your legs locked around his hips.
dean made his way to the bed, sitting down on it so you were now straddling him, taking what little control you had. your hips rocked once against his, earning a groan from dean which put a smirk on your face. you did it again just to hear that groan, that oh-so-sweet groan; you practically slly giggled at the sound.
“oh really?” dean said pulling away with a mischievous grin on his face. before you could say anything he flipped to two of you over so he was on top.
deans lips moved down to your neck then right onto your chest, he gripped one of your breasts, it was your turn to groan now. he pulled back and looked down at your shirt, gently tugging at the bottom, silently asking to take it off. you nodded and he slid it up over your head. you were now left in a black lace bra.
“lace,” dean paused. “sexy.” smirk never leaving his face. you pulled in the bottom of his shirt, telling him to take his off, which he did. his perfectly sculpted body now lit by the dim lightning of the room. you ran your hands along his ab lines.
dean dipped his head back down and continued kissing along your breasts. slowing making his way down your chest and along your stomach. you squirmed under his gentle kisses, letting out a desperate moan. dean chuckles vibrated against your hot skin, making you want more.
dean reached your heat and looked up through his eyelashes, you simply nodded, needing your shorts off now. he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled them down and discarded them somewhere in the room. all that was left was your matching panties. it’s like you planes this for him, like you knew he would be here.
dean pressed a kiss against your panties then giving a small lick, to tease you. “please dean,” you half-whispered, half-whimpered out. that was all it took for dean to essentially rip of your panties. “you’re already soaked,” he said.
his tongue lapped in all sorts of motions that drove you wild. it swirled around your clit before sucking on it, stars in yours eyes started to appear.
deans hand slowly made its way up your thigh, his finger teasing your entrance. a moan passes your lips and he slips a finger in, pumping it slowly. eventually, he hands another, making you a mess.
the knot in your stomach tightens as dean continues to lick and finger you. “dean, i’m about to-” you don’t finish your sentence because dean interrupts you.
“i know, baby, let it go.” and with that you did, your moans and whimpers echo off the motel walls.
right as you catch your breath, you hear the sound of deans belt unbuckling. you were eager for his cock but you knew you were gonna be sore tomorrow.
with a thud, deans pants and boxers are now discarded. dean pulls out a condom from his wallet and you take the small package from his hand and pull it out. you place the condom on his erection and give it a couple strokes, small grunts escape deans lips and his head is thrown back.
“i wanna feel you dean,” you seductively say looking up at him.
within seconds, you’re pushed back down on the bed, deans lips hungrily attack yours. he pulls back, grabbing his cock and lining himself up with you. he pushes the tip in while you inhale sharply at the feeling; he pushes further until he bottoms out, you moan, his length filling you.
you tighten around his cock and dean groans. he looks at you, silently asking if he can move, you just nod. he starts slowly thrusting into you, leaving you a moaning mess.
he bends back down, kissing you, hard yet gentle. it was sweet, in a way, vulnerable almost. though, you could hardly kiss back.
soon, the knot tightens once more, “dean, i’m close.”
“i know sweetheart,” he grunts, “hold it for my baby, just a little longer.” you whimper in response, desperately needing to release.
deans forehead rests against yours, “come for me, sweetheart,” stars exploded in your vision as you climaxed. you haven’t felt this euphoric in a while.
deans own release followed after. he got up and discarded the condom, body going limp on the bed beside you.
“how was that?” dean asked settling under the motel covers with you.
you were breathing heavy with a smile on your face, “that was fun, baby!”
“i know,” dean started, turning his head to look at you, “who knew role playing could be so fun.”
“we should do that more often,” you smiled, leaning over to kiss to your boyfriend, this time with more passion.
you snuggled into dean, suddenly feeling tired. his arms wrap around as the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.
maybe you and dean should experiment more.
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Chapter 1 (Frozen Storm)
Helio woke up, marking 4 months since the day he had lost his husband, because of his own stupid, stupid actions. No matter, he'd just have to continue on with his day, as he always did. He stretched with a yawn, almost tripping over an empty flask on the floor. Had he fallen asleep drinking again? Most likely, all he'd have to do is pick it up and refill it, even if he'd have to refill it around 3 more times just for the whole day. Maybe I should just start drinking them by the bottle... He thought to himself, stumbling out onto the deck. The crew glanced at him silently, before going back to their duties, used to the drunkenness of their captain by now. He shoved past them, going to the wheel of the ship, and promptly almost steered it into a nearby whirlpool.
"Captain!" His first mate, Sunny grabbed the wheel quickly, as Helio was gently guided away from the wheel of the ship, staring down blankly. She walked away, leaving someone else to steer, before marching the captain to his room. Helio swayed slightly, struggling to stand as Sunny stared at him in silent shame and disgust, as she sat him down on his chair gently, taking any bottles she found scattered. "Captain, this can't keep happening. This is the third time this week you almost put us in danger, and it's only Tuesday! You need to pull yourself together, Orion isn't coming back." The words stung, as if she had slapped him, but deep down, she was right. He knew she was right. So he went to stand up, but was quickly sat down again. "No. You're going to rest Captain, I don't like seeing you like this. Sleep until you sober up, ok?" He nodded silently. Helio didn't like to admit it, but he did appreciate how much she cared for him, even when she never had to. He truly didn't deserve Sunny, after all he put her through... but she was like a daughter to him.
She walked out the room, dimming the lamps, and Helio rolled over, pulling his coat, and his belt off, throwing them to land on a chair, as his gun clattered to the floor from its holster and skidded across the floor. It came to a sharp stop, as if someone had stopped it, so Helio sat up, looking around. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he could see a shadowy figure standing in the darkened corner. The figure chuckled, a thin, high noise that sent a shiver down Helio's spine, as he quickly hauled himself to his feet, trying to grab his cutlass, but the figure quickly reached out, grabbing him by the arm. It's hand was wet, and cold, and Helio instinctively tried to pull away from it. "Calm yourself, my friend..." It spoke with a soft, dangerous tone. "I mean you no harm! I've come here to ask for a... favour, and I do believe that it will be very beneficial to you.." He stumbled back, eyes wide with fear, but quickly composed himself, staring at the figure with his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Helio was never one to trust someone so easily after all, and he cleared his throat quickly, hand on his pocket knife in case this stranger tries anything.
"...Who are you?" A reasonable enough first question to ask the mystery figure that broke into his sleeping quarters. It chuckled again "You don't need to know my name, Helio Frostheart, but I know you're grieving... grieving for your ex husband, yes?" Helio froze, his muscles stiffening in rage. How dare this stranger talk about Orion? He doesn't have the right to! He thought to himself, immediately beginning to close himself off. It laughed again at his reaction. "Hush... I came to you to offer my services! Surely you'd want him back, yes?" He couldn't conceal his astonishment, how would this figure even get his husband in the same town as him, let alone speak to him! But there was not a hint of sarcasm in it's thin, quiet voice, so Helio stayed quiet, listening to what it had to say, hope blooming. "And I would only require one thing from you, Helio."
A catch, of course there would be a catch, so he sighed, nodding, his eyes weary and his heart beginning to race with adrenaline.
"A mer, just one. I want it alive"
And the figure disappeared, leaving Helio alone.
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*whispers* Lilith teaching Sabrina to drive fic 👀
also posted on ao3 here / rated teen
Lilith was beginning to regret picking Mary Wardwell as the Greendale High School teacher to impersonate. Mary Wardwell was a patient woman, a Godly woman, a long suffering woman if Sabrina’s grades were any indication, but the true testament to her dedication to her students- or proof of the lack of resources at Greendale High- was the fact that she taught Driver’s Ed.
She had learned to drive in 1899 when a German mad named Carl had tried to impress her but he had ended up one car short as she took off across the country side. But over the years of the automobile evolution, nothing could have prepared her to try to teach high school students to drive, especially Sabrina Spellman.
“This is stupid,” said Sabrina, crossing her arms as she stood a few feet away from from the vehicle, “I can just ask Harvey for a ride.”
“Mr. Kinkle may not always be available to lend his services,” said Lilith, adjusting Mary’s glasses, pushing them up her nose.
“Then I’ll do it the old fashioned way and ride a broom,” Sabrina said.
“Get in the car Sabrina,” Lilith’s patience was wearing thin. “Passing driver’s ed is a requirement to graduate and you want to join your friends next month don’t you?”
With a huff, Sabrina took the keys and slid into the driver’s seat, fixing her skirt, flashing her panties as she did so. Lilith rolled her eyes, stalking over to the passenger seat.
“Alright, turn the key in the ignition to start the car,” Lilith said, “Then put your foot on the break-“
“The break is the one on the right-?” Sabrina asked, pressing the throttle with her Mary Jane clad foot and making the car’s engine rev.
Sabrina shrieked and let go of the steering wheel, taking foot off the gas.
“The break is the left pedal,” said Lilith, not reacting.
“I remember now,” Sabrina replied, moving her foot.
“Put the car into drive and then slowly ease off the break,” Lilith countined.
Sabrina pried one hand off the steering wheel to move the gearshift, the knuckles of her other hand white. Lilith knew she was too proud to admit it, but she was afraid to drive. Shifting gears, Sabrina took a deep breath and slowly let off the break.
The car smoothly rolled forward and Sabrina threw a bright, brilliant grin at Lilith. Her smile was as warm as the sun, and Lilith wanted to bask in it.
“I’m doing it!”
“Well done Sabrina,” Lilith allowed the smallest smile in return, “Now gently press the gas-“
The car jerked forward as Sabrina pressed the gas too hard, sending them straight towards a tree.
“Sabrina!” Lilith gasped. Sabrina’s elbows locked, keeping them on course, but Lilith grabbed the steering wheel. “Break, Sabrina! Hit the break!”
She jerked them to the left as Sabrina moved her foot. They bumped against the curb, skidding to a halt as Sabrina squeaked. Lilith pressed a hand to her chest, the other shifting the car back into park.
“Well, perhaps that’s enough driving lessons for now.”
Sabrina flung her arms around Lilith, kissing her on the cheek, “But you’re such a good teacher. Maybe we should move the lesson to the backseat.”
Lilith rolled her eyes, but her hand found its way to Sabrina’s knee, “Perhaps we should.”
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