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Dubcon meme

This meme is one big bastion of potential triggers, and this is your warning.Whether it gets awkward and painful or if it goes perfectly smooth, generally speaking the basic fundamentals of sex are the same: there are two (or more) attracted parties who both decide to act on that attraction. If there's not attraction involved, there's

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[iustiviri]

Of all the goddamn things to hit him it was a fucking witch. Why was it always witches and why did he always get thrown into walls? Seriously, it was annoying. He'd ganked he bitch but not before she'd gotten one last spell off, hitting him in the chest with it and knocking him into a wall. He hadn't thought anything of it when he'd left but when he got home he could feel it's effects -- though he had no idea what she'd done to him.

And the shit thing was is that it seemed to be some sort of sex spell or something, cause he was hard as a rock and no matter how many times he jerked off it didn't seem to do a damn thing. He was flush and panting almost, feverish with it, so much so he hadn't even heard John come in until he'd sat down and started talking. "M'fine, John," he murmured quietly, pressing the heel of his hands against his face to try to calm himself down. Last thing he wanted to do was jump the poor guy.

"Nothin' happened here, got hit with somethin' on a case. You should go, s'not safe here." The last thing he ever thought he'd need to do was protect someone from himself.

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[soulisfucked]

Well this was new, the Dean who was usually the social type was actually not wanting John to be there. "Shit. You got the fever or something?" He asked, though John, do you know what the fuck you should do in the case of a fever? "I heard from Beeman that a fever is good to fucking cool down with...beetle screech--oh wait..." Boy did John need to really study his weapons and other equipment. "If it's not the flu I could fucking get you anything else--shit Dean you don't really look good at all. Are you sure this is the fever? Flu? Cold shit?" His answer had changed three times so far and Dean didn't even acknowledge that it was either--shit, John, you suck at hospitality.

John placed his hand over Dean's forehead. His hand was pretty cold, as always, and feeling the heat that radiated from it, John found himself surprised--"Shit, you're fucking burning up." He found his hand just slowly patting down his cheek and ear, then upon his neck, "You're like on fucking fire. Hey let me get you on to bed at least yeah? I mean come on Dean--let me fucking do that at least. You fucking helped me before--more than shit, so why not let me at least do this? Don't step on help man..." John helped Dean get up, placing his arm over his shoulder and placing Dean's over his own, helping him lead towards his bedroom, "It's not fucking fair that you got to help me through a lot while I--just fucking took it like a bitch. I thank you though. So let me fucking help you out now, yeah?" John helped Dean into his room before placing him upon his bed, his hand resting over Dean's forehead again, "Shit...we need to cool that shit." Though John's hand might have been cold enough for it but--shit it wasn't going to be cold enough for it anytime soon. "You got any ice or anything? Cold beer?"

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[iustiviri]

Dean could barely keep his thoughts together, just having John next to him was driving him nuts, but it didn't seem like John was going to go away anytime soon. Any other time he wouldn't mind the company, but the last thing he wanted now was John to be here -- afraid he might hurt the younger man. He liked John enough that he didn't want to damage their friendship any but fucking up here. Yet he did nothing to refuse when John pulled him to his feet and they shuffled toward his room. "... s'not a flu or cold. Got hit with a spell," he managed to say, voice low and thick.

When Dean laid down he reached up and snatched John's wrist, tugging him down onto him, then rolled them over and pinned the younger man to the bed. "You really shoulda just left when I said," Dean all but moaned, instantly rocking his hips into John's, moaning softly as he buried his face into the youger's neck, panting heavily. "Fuck, fuck," he breathed out, thrusting forward again, the friction from it sending jolts of pleasure through him. "... Sorry, m'sorry... can't help it."

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[soulisfucked]

"Shit why didn't you tell me?" John asked when Dean told him that he had gotten hit with a spell, looking around for that book he was always looking at, "What kind of spell was it? You know--SHIT!!" John found himself tugged and under Dean within seconds. Well John, what does this say about your training? He struggled--only for a moment before hearing Dean tell him that he should have left when told--"Shit...Dean--wait--fu--" He found his eyes closed shut, "Shit let--let me help.." He breathed out as he then quickly slipped his hands away from Dean's grip and began to unbuckle his pants. "You just need a release right?" He didn't get how bad the spell was, "I can help you with that Dean." He reached his free hand up to pull him close into the crook of his neck, "Hey don't be sorry you idiot." His hand below found itself slipping under Dean's boxer, reaching deeper to get a hold his hardened erection, "You're going to fucking explode." He stroked and ran his hand upon Dean's head slowly up to stroke over his hair, trying to calm him down, "I'm here Dean--I'll fucking help out until the spell wears out. That much I can do."

He stroked down before realizing how slippery his cock was, "Shit...how much have you cum before I came to your house?" He leaned back and looked down at Dean's pants before looking into Dean's eyes, "Shit--how the fuck--" John wanted to help Dean--I mean this is what friends did for each other, right? "What do I have to do? John?" He asked, "Shit tell me, what I could do to help. You fucking helped me from dying in the middle of the road from exhaustion for fuck sake. This is nothing compared to my damned soul Dean."

[iustiviri]

It felt good, John under him like this, too good almost and fuck, he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be forcing himself upon the younger man, but he couldn't help it. He panted hotly into John's neck, pressing back into the hand on his hair, finding the motion comforting despite how he felt, how turned on and hard he was. He pressed into John's hand as it slipped into his boxers and he moaned loudly feeling his hand on him.

"Way -- Way too many times. It won't go away with just.. jerking off. Jerked off until my goddamn hand was sore." He breathed out, unable to hold John's gaze for long, feeling embarrassed that he was even in this state to begin with and John shouldn't have to help him with this, but he couldn't seem to stop thrusting into his hand. "You don't -- you shouldn't --" Fuck, it felt so good and that was just John's hand. "Let... let me fuck you, John, please. I can't stand this, can't take feeling like this." It was like being on the cusp of an orgasm but not being able to come.

[soulisfucked]

John found himself breathless, feeling Dean thrusting against his touch. "What? Should I stop?" He asked before dipping his hand deeper before hearing Dean plea, "..Dean--wait Dean..." He whispered as he leaned back to look into his eyes, "Don't worry...I told you that I'd fucking help. And I will. John felt a shaky breath coming out of his mouth, scared a bit, "I don't fucking mind..." He was scared though, remembering and the reminder of how big Dean's cock was under his touch. "Shit hold on, let me get out of these..." He pulled his slippery hand out of Dean's pants and began to unbuckle his pants, acting fast as possible as he began to tug down his pants under Dean. "Shit..." He looked up at Dean, "Hang in there Dean." He muttered as he got out of his pants and stopped for a moment, his hand hooked around his boxer before looking at Dean and shaking out a breath before tugging it down, feeling Dean's jean brush against his cock as he couldn't get the rest of his pants out, having them hang around his right ankle as he reached down and began to help Dean take off his pants too.

"One step at a time Dean." He whispered breathlessly, slowly leaning close before looking up at Dean, "..." His hand still tugging down and pulling Dean's pants down for his better comfort, "You're going to be fine Dean. Don't you fucking worry about me. Okay?" John grinned and reached down to stroke Dean's cock, "Don't hold back Dean, alright? This is for your fucking good. To get you fucking better." He buried his head against the crook of Dean's neck, glancing down at his cock, "...I'm...I'm just here to fucking help you cum Dean...what are friends for...?" John really didn't know what friendship was but god--if it meant that he could still have Dean as a friend? He would go far lengths to help him with anything from this even as to other things--John didn't care. Dean did so much for him and continued to do so, this wouldn't mean much compared to the amount Dean did for him, "...I'm always here to fucking help you out Dean..." He whispered as he continued to stroke Dean's throbbing erection while breathing now against his ear, wanting to provoke Dean enough so that he didn't hold back, he wanted him to feel better soon, regardless of what he had to personally go through. To John, this would just be another way of testing his strength--his endurance, what came with it would be something else to John--who knows what.