#bowxs posts!

a whistle.

thats what the all-mighty dean winchester could muster as he saw you in your barely-closed robe, reading a magazine in bed.

“hey sexy.” thats what got your attention.

your eyes drift up to dean, giving him a questioning look as he does a swagger walk over to you - as if hes trying to be cool about it.

“you uh- you lonely in that bed? all by yourself..” he trails off, getting distracted by the sight of your unfairly shiny, and obviously freshly moisturized legs.

you close your magazine and look up at him, raised eyebrows and all, but a smirk makes its way onto your face nonetheless.

“dean winchester. are you trying to flirt with me?”

he scoffs, placing a dramatic hand on his chest.

“trying? baby. i am in the middle of seducing you.” he states confidently, but his eyes search yours for any signal that its actually working.

he clears his throat, opting to keep going with the charade.

“you know uh.. ive been told i make great company in bed. just in case you were feeling lonely.. or cold.. or horny..”

“dean.”

“you know, im also great at making you hot- incase your cold. im freezing right now, but we could totally burn some calories together if you know what i mean-”

“dean.”

he looks at you, almost hopeful in your response. you knew each other too well.

yet another informal drabble- i promise im working on a better one cuz this sucks

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“perry was all over me today about that article with- oh gosh- with superman” he complained, hands waving around dramatically as he spoke as if your hand wasnt wrapped around the tip of his cock, stroking him like you had all the time in the world

“mhmm im sure he was.” you hummed in response, too focused on the way the thick vein that runs along the side of his length seemed to throb in time with your strokes

you ran your finger down the side of his cock, tracing over the veins you could find and the faint trail of precum that had been smeared around by your hand- and clark kept talking

“y’know i had someone come up to me and say theyve never seen me interview superman.” he huffed in annoyance, one of his hands stoping their theatrical waving to slip under the top of your shirt, palming at your breast like it was a stress ball for him

you only hummed in acknowledgment, too busy running the tips of your fingers all over his length, like you were trying to memorize every long inch of him and commit it to memory.

“its like no one believes me-” his breath hitched as you ran your thumb over his slit, swirling around the precum that threatened to drip down him.

“keep doing that.”

he said it like it was an off hand comment before he kept going on and on about work and how he saved the city in some new way

im on my period dont mind if this is really stupid

PLEASE dont mind the kinda bad writing im trying to get back into my groove :(

"god damn." dean not so subtly said behind you, a low whistle leaving his lips as he watched you rinse yet another dish and place it on the drying rack.

you were just slightly leaning over the counter to wash the dishes, and he couldnt stop staring, more specifically, he couldnt stop staring at your ass.

"stop ogling me unless your going to help." you tried your best to have a firm tone with him, but he could hear the smile on your face creeping through your voice.

"stop having a nice ass and maybe ill be able to focus."

dean reached out, his hand hovering right over your back pocket before you flicked him with water, the droplets landing all across his face.

he didnt get mad- he barely got mad at you- he only shook his head, a stupid grin on his face as he stepped closer and pressed himself against your back, his hips pushing up against yours

"dean.." you opted for a warning tone, but this time he could feel your smile as his lips slowly made their way to the side of your neck. you couldnt help the way your head tilted to allow him.

"babe.." he echoed your tone, his nose nudging your jaw, his lips slowly making their way up to your ear.

"dean winchester if you dont start rinsing dishes right now your sleeping on the couch."

that got him moving.

dividers from @uzmacchiato

yes its canon in my universe that dean would kill to have kids and hes just a nervous ball of love :((

he made breakfast.

it was 9:00 AM and dean was awake, on his own, making your favorite breakfast. weird.

it was quite a rude awakening, opening your eyes to an empty bed with no warning. you were used to the endless kisses and stupidly sweet words mumbled by a half-asleep dean. not cold sheets and a missing husband.

by the time you made your way to the kitchen, mildly irritated and ready to give dean a firm talking to, he was already setting up the table with the fancy cutlery and freshly scrubbed plates. extra weird.

he looked up at you with a sheepish smile, half frozen like you had just walked in on him doing something he shouldnt be.

"hi honey," dean started, halfway towards you with a half-nervous, half-stupidly in love grin, his hands already reaching out to hold your waist, the same way he always did before he kissed you.

your hands stopped him in his tracks, pressed against his chest as you looked up at him with those raised brows that managed to annoy him and make him love you that much more all at the same time.

"dean. what are you doing?"

it wasn't a rude question, he knew what you meant. it was more of a why are you putting on a whole production just for breakfast on a random tuesday? kind of question.

"right! i uh- i made us breakfast" he said nervously, glancing at the set table before meeting your expression again - still finding that knowing fact that was searching for more. he sighed in defeat.

"i wanted to talk to you about something. nothing bad, i promise. just-"

"dean"

"its just somethin' ive been thinkin' about for a real long time and i think-"

"dean."

his eyes snap to yours like he was a dog called to attention. he was barely containing his mix of nerves and excitement, his thumbs nervously tapping against your hips.

"just sit down already."

he nods with a breath he didnt think he was holding, taking your hand instead to tug you to sit down at the table with him.

his leg was bouncing and fingers tapping together, clearly eager to get whatever it was off his chest and out in the open.

"spill it." you guide with that firm but grounding voice dean always appreciated. especially when he was like this.

"i want a baby."

dean looks at you after like he was surprised he actually said it- eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

you blink at him. once. twice. before smiling and giving him a look that calmed him.

"i know, de." what?

dean blinked at you incredulously, mouth agape in shock. how?

"dean, baby, you fall asleep with either your face or hands on my stomach," you start. "the last month every time we have sex we skip the condoms, the last goggle search on your phone was best position to get pregnant in-"

dean felt his face grow hotter, unbelieving that he was seriously that obvious.

"and you.. let me keep going?" he asked, mild embarrassment taking over his nervousness now.

"it was cute."

"and..?"

"yes."

you couldve sworn you saw tears already flood deans eyes before he was attacking you, arms around your waist and lifting you from the chair excitedly.

his head was buried in your neck, practically spinning you around, his shoulders occasionally shaking as he was laughing? crying? both? you couldnt tell, but you knew it was out of pure happiness.

"oh my god, baby- i love you so much-" he mumbles against your neck, finally placing you on the ground but never letting go.

thinking of soldier boy absolutely pounding me in doggy while nonchalantly smoking a cigarette, would u maybe write something similar?

anon! i appreciate you and your patience so much more than you know- i hope his was okay!

it started with a stupid idea- it always did.

'let me snort some off your ass' ben said. 'itll be good.' ben said. but now, he was high off his ass, balls deep inside of you, with no end in sight.

"your so fuckin' loud." he grunted from behind you, but he wasnt complaining. not at all.

a lit cigarette was held between his teeth as his hands grabbed at your ass, kneading the plush skin roughly as he set a brutal pace with his hips, the bedframe creaking with every thrust.

every so often youd feel the slight fall of ashes along your back, and every time you managed to lift your head from the blankets youd be overwhelmed with the scent of smoke curling around you two. it smelt like ben.

"could get high off your pussy if y'let me fuck you long enough."

he wasnt even making sense anymore, too high out of his mind to really put words together, but you knew what he meant. he was gonna keep you here all night.

strangled moans were punched out of you with every snap of his hips, hig balls slapping against your clit so deliciously you swear you were starting to see the light.

he kept one on your ass at all times- always grabbing, pushing, or pulling. like he couldnt get enough of you and he was searching for more.

"ben i cant- fuck!" you squealed as you felt him slap your ass at your protests, and you could practically hear him shaking his head.

this is rushed and i havent written in so long please forgive me for the shitty post

"dada!"

dean woke up to the found of his little girl yelling, already feeling the weight of her climbing onto the foot of the bed and stumbling towards him - and the smell of pancakes filling his bedroom. weird.

"ah- mornin' princess" he opened his eyes at the feel of his daughter practically stepping all over him, already reaching down to tug her on the bed properly and safely, seating her in bed beside him.

he noticed your lack of presence in bed- only questioning it for a second before he looked up, happy to be met with the sight of you standing just in the doorframe, a fresh plate of his favorite pancakes in your hands, and a hand drawn card made by your daughter with the words 'happy fathers day' scribbled on the front.

"baby, what do you say to daddy today?" you prompt, walking forward with an uncontained smile, watching as your daughter practically beams at her dad.

"happy farther day, dada!" she said quite proudly, falling into a burst of giggles as dean playfully tackles her in a hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

you took the few moments to leave his plate of pancakes on the bedside table, handing dean the card your daughter had made earlier that morning while he was asleep.

"she made this just for you." you gave dean a small smile as he took the card - messy letters, a backwards 'd' somewhere in there, and a scribbled picture he assumed was a drawing of dean and her outside.

dean pursed his lips, brows furrowing and relaxing over and over as he blinks a few times - was he holding back tears?

he had never felt anything like the love he had for you and your daughter before, and it was moments like these when it all hit him. he had managed to leave the hunting life behind, and he did what people in his old life only dreamed of.

"wow princess this is uh- this is amazing. you're a real picasso, huh?" he gave your daughter a small smile, trying to blink away his tears as he kissed her head again, lingering for a second just to breathe her in, relishing in the feel of something so pure in his hands.

dean pulled back, looking up at you with that same, beyond grateful look full of love and admiration. "thank you. babe."

you leaned down to kiss him good morning finally, trying to lighten his mood a bit, even if all the emotions were happy ones. you press a quick kiss to his cheek before whispering in his ear.

"shes goin' to my moms in an hour. we got the house to ourselves until 7."

that definitely made him perk up a bit.

dean had you on your back, hips propped up by a pillow, your legs held by your ankles in one of his hands - your position missionary bordering on mating press.

he had barely let you leave this spot, even if it was supposed to be his day off. he wouldnt want to spend it any other way.

his hips were relentless, driving into you with every deep thrust, balls slapping lewdly against your ass, and focused grunts occasionally lipping out of his lips - he clearly had a goal in mind. a goal to get you pregnant again.

"fucckkk yeah- still takin' me real good- y'pussy wants another fuckin' baby in her" he practically growls out, his eyes never breaking away from the sight of him sliding in and out of you. he never got tired of it even after all these years.

"dean-! oh my god" is all you seem to manage out, overwhelmed by the feel of him deep inside of you, his words, and the idea of being pregnant with his baby again/ its all too much in the best way possible.

"shes really beggin for it, baby- barely lettin' me pull out and- fuck- she just wants me to cum inside, hm?" he finally looks up at you, admiring your fucked out face before finding your eyes. he searches for any kind of hesitation, only nodding like he just confirmed his mission when he finds no refusal.

you tighten around him instinctively, that familiar tension building quickly in your abdomen. dean recognizes it. of course he does after doing this so many times.

"c'mon baby- cum for daddy. yeahh just like that." his voice is rough as he keeps up his pace, staying at that perfect rhythm as he fucks you through your orgasm, making sure your taken care of before he pushes himself impossible deep inside of you, coming right after.

as he lowered himself beside you with his arm tucked around your waist, he made a mental note to start making a list of baby names with you later.

“baby- just sit goddamnit” his voice was gruff from underneath you, his hands that were on your hips move to your thighs, trying to tug your heat onto his face

“your gonna suffocate, dean-” you protested, ignoring the way your thighs burned from holding yourself just above his face this whole time.

dean tilted his face back, just enough that he could lick a stripe along your core, the action making your hips twitch and breath catch, another protest dying in your throat.

“baby- my beautiful wife- if i say sit on my face i fuckin’ mean sit on my face” dean was adamant about this- about wanting you to literally sit on his face and let him do what he wants

“fine just-” your hips twitch involuntarily, your clit bumping his nose. “god- just tell me if you cant breathe”

you tentatively lowered yourself down, all the way, until your were flush with his face, the burning in your thighs finally relieved as you let yourself relax

his tongue was immediately on you, sucking and licking at you like you were his last meal. his nose was bumping your clit so deliciously, and combined with his tongue licking into you, he was making you see stars

“dean!” a moan was pulled out of you as his fingers gently pushed into you, immediately finding that spot deep inside of you that he knew so well, the cool metal band of his wedding ring serving to make you more sensitive

“thats it, baby- ride my face” his voice was muffled from beneath you, but his free hand gently tugged your hips to rock you against his face, letting you know what he wanted

he wouldnt give up, you knew that. so you gave in. your hold on the headboard tightening as you rocked your hips against him, more moans spilling out of you

he groaned against you as his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, matching the pace you set against him.

he bucked his hips gently into the air, seeking out relief for his erection straining against his boxers, leaking against the fabric already

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i have a better fic on the way just bear with me

"jeez- you feel so good-" clark was almost in awe when you smiled up at him, hand swiftly pumping his cock even though it barely fit in your hand. he only found it that much hotter how big he was, but he would never say that.

"y'know what feels better?" you leaned forward, lips brushing against his cheek as you rolled your hips against his palm, his thick fingers already impossibly deep inside of you.

you two had been in this position for only 30 minutes, you laying on the bed wiith clarks cock in your hand as you kneeled over you, his skilled fingers working you open. god you were getting impatient.

"i cant hurt you baby- just wait. please." he repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. if it were up to you, you wouldve been cumming on his cock forever ago, but he insisted on stretching you out 'properly.' maybe he was just stalling so he wouldnt blow his load right away.

his fingers felt good- of course they did- but you held yourself back. you were waiting to cum on him the proper way.

"what about this? huh, clarkie?" you pleaded, guiding him to your lips, gently kissing his swollen and leaking lip, licking your lips after like you couldnt wait to have more.

his breath hitched, and you felt his fingers slow inside you for a second before they resumed- curling, scissoring, and stretching to accommodate something much larger.

he swallowed hard before he shook his head, but he didnt pull away from you. hed never pull away from you.

"no. youre gonna choke on me."

you wouldve laughed at his concern if his palm didnt grind against your clit, pulling a moan from your throat instead. he did it again- grinding and rubbing against your clit, hoping it would distract you from your end goal, but you persisted.

"im not a- fuck- a virgin, clark. i can take a dick." your voice was shakey, but you were determined. you knew clarks limits and what he was serious about- he never really wanted to stop.

you tugged him towards your face again, gently tapping his tip on your lips, an obscene slick sound coming from the action. it made clarks face turn pink from the mere thought of what you wanted to do.

bingo.

"i really hope you mean that." he mumbled- he sounded almost reluctant, but he bit his lip as he finally pushed his hips forward, letting you take him into your far too eager mouth.