Dean Winchester → Supernatural (pre-series) → OTAfollowtheordersJuly 8 2012, 01:15:41 UTC
1. aphrodisiacs
Dean is burning up. Dying. If he doesn't get his hands on a warm, willing body soon, he is going to lose it. That might be a tall order considering where he is, though. The case he was working tracking a witch with a nasty repertoire of spells and curses has taken him out to a wooded area just outside town. The witch got ganked good and proper, but not before she tossed a half formed spell at Dean.
Now, he is on the side of the road, leaning against the hood of his car, trying to calm his racing thoughts and heart long enough to drive somewhere. The part of him that's still rational is trying to convince him to stay where he is until whatever it is wears off, but the rest of him just wants.
2. orgasm control Generally, he doesn't let just anyone tie him down. There's a trust issue at work and most of the time, his better sense wins out. Tonight, though, he's horny and feeling a little invincible. At least, that's his excuse for why he's tied to a sturdy, wooden bed frame, hard as a rock and squirming anxiously.
He licks his lips and looks up with a teasing smirk. "So... gonna keep me waiting all night?"
3. flogging Who says a night out has to be boring? Dean swings the flogger to swipe the leather strands across his palm, testing the sting. Of course, it'll feel differently on a bare ass or back, but he's pleased with the results none the less. And there are plenty of other straps and whips to choose from if that doesn't produce fun results.
He reaches a hand out to stroke down smooth skin and then he grins. "Ready for this?"
((Any one of these are great. If there's one you'd rather do, just let me know. No hard NOs, but dirty talk doesn't really interest me.))
1 - if you're okay with OCstinkerfaeJuly 8 2012, 01:27:19 UTC
She'd felt the build up of magic, something leaking out through the night and tickling anything with any sensitivity. Lucky her, she happened to be in range. As she was heading to see what it was, there was a backlash of magic, making her brace against it. She could feel the edge of a deathknell curse, one that hadn't been completed, but it had found a target. She could taste it in the air, and with a blur of wings, she flew through the woods, heading towards the possible victim.
Jinx could smell his lust before she reached him, her eyes sparking before she wound the shadows around herself. Coming closer, she could see the strain on him as he fought against the need pulsing through him. Landing lightly on the hood of the car, she flicked her wings closed behind her, creeping forward and trying to stay out of sight; a goal that failed when she let out a small sigh as the wind blasted a particularly potent whiff of him towards her. Damn the Fates, but he smelled divine.
"Oh, I beg to differ. You're in wonderful shape," she answered, flitting up and landing on his hand. The cat, as they say, was out of the bag, and why not get a closer whiff of that delicious smell.
"My hallucination is flirting with me..." He lifts his hand to bring her more to eye level. Under her, his hand trembles. He's still fighting the spell, but it's getting harder. "Since when are fairies real?"
"I'm not a hallucination, silly." Mmm, he certainly did smell better close up. Her wings gave a small blur of movement as she reveled in that scent. "We've always been real, we're just generally better at keeping out of sight. You, however, tempted me to come closer. You smell lovely."
"Oh. Thanks. I didn't know I had a smell other than guns and leather." Man, if only she was, like, five foot taller. His other hand braces on the hood as he tries not to double over. He can feel sweat beading on his forehead. His body feels like a furnace. "Nice as it is to meet you... I need to go... find someone I won't crush when I tackle them. I'm kind of in a situation, here."
"If size is the only issue..." She drifted off his hand, landing on the hood below him. There was a brief shimmer, and she was her human size, 5'6, and naked, since she was somewhat occupied with fitting her legs between his, not sliding off the car, and enjoying that delicious smell of a man in need. "You got hit with a whammy, hmm? I could feel that from yards away."
That is a really neat trick. Dean will be very impressed once he can think about anything but how hot she is and how much he wants her right the hell now. His hands are on her before he realizes it, smoothing over the curves of her body with a groan of need. "I guess. Dunno what it was. Burning up..."
He leaned back to shrug out of his jacket and yank his shirt off before pressing down against her, lips on her neck and hands roaming her body.
"Death magic, but unfinished. You're lucky," she sighed, hands going around his neck and legs going around his waist, pulling him in against herself as she leaned back on the car.
Nibbling along his jaw, she whispered, "You'll feel better when it's out of your system. And there's only one way to do that..."
"Got an idea of what..." Any other night it would bother him that she's clearly not human and he really kind of has a thing about that, but right now she's absolutely everything he needs. Wings and all.
He reaches for his belt and unfastens it, quickly gets his jeans open, and shoves them down. He heaves a deep sigh of relief when his aching cock is free. The jeans won't come all the way off with his boots in the way, but he really only needs them out of the way.
Her hand slips between them, wrapping around his cock and stroking, teasing, before shifting to angle him against her. "I hope you have more than an idea, handsome."
Legs tightening, she lifts up, feeling him begin to press inside and letting her teeth edge over his shoulder, her hand sinking into his hair.
A deep, desperate groan escapes him as he presses into her. The heat rolls off his body in waves, but he's stopped noticing now that his focus has narrowed to just the body underneath him.
Once he's fully inside her, he leans in to kiss her hard and eager. He moans against her lips as he starts to move, picking up a fast, urgent pace.
She gasps against his lips, moving one hand back to brace against the car as she pushes up, body arching into his. Her teeth nip gently, followed by her tongue sliding in his mouth, winding over his as she rocks her hips, small little noises coming up at the apex of each thrust.
"Bless the Fates, don't stop. I want all you have."
"Can't stop," he gasps against her lips. The speed and force of his thrusts pick up, spurred on by the sounds she makes. The front of the Impala dips and bounces under them with each thrust. He's burning up, trying to outrun the flames.
As she fuses her lips to his, she lowers her shields a little, using her own abilities to siphon off a little of the residual magic, drawing it in through her mouth and letting out a groan as she feels it spark inside her. Unfinished or not, it was potent, and she felt a tinge of what plagued him, body moving more frantically against his. "Good," she hissed, her lust rising, making the outline of her wings glow against her skin.
Dean is burning up. Dying. If he doesn't get his hands on a warm, willing body soon, he is going to lose it. That might be a tall order considering where he is, though. The case he was working tracking a witch with a nasty repertoire of spells and curses has taken him out to a wooded area just outside town. The witch got ganked good and proper, but not before she tossed a half formed spell at Dean.
Now, he is on the side of the road, leaning against the hood of his car, trying to calm his racing thoughts and heart long enough to drive somewhere. The part of him that's still rational is trying to convince him to stay where he is until whatever it is wears off, but the rest of him just wants.
2. orgasm control
Generally, he doesn't let just anyone tie him down. There's a trust issue at work and most of the time, his better sense wins out. Tonight, though, he's horny and feeling a little invincible. At least, that's his excuse for why he's tied to a sturdy, wooden bed frame, hard as a rock and squirming anxiously.
He licks his lips and looks up with a teasing smirk. "So... gonna keep me waiting all night?"
3. flogging
Who says a night out has to be boring? Dean swings the flogger to swipe the leather strands across his palm, testing the sting. Of course, it'll feel differently on a bare ass or back, but he's pleased with the results none the less. And there are plenty of other straps and whips to choose from if that doesn't produce fun results.
He reaches a hand out to stroke down smooth skin and then he grins. "Ready for this?"
((Any one of these are great. If there's one you'd rather do, just let me know. No hard NOs, but dirty talk doesn't really interest me.))
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Jinx could smell his lust before she reached him, her eyes sparking before she wound the shadows around herself. Coming closer, she could see the strain on him as he fought against the need pulsing through him. Landing lightly on the hood of the car, she flicked her wings closed behind her, creeping forward and trying to stay out of sight; a goal that failed when she let out a small sigh as the wind blasted a particularly potent whiff of him towards her. Damn the Fates, but he smelled divine.
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"Man... I'm in worse shape than I thought..." Still, he can't resist reaching out to try and touch her. See if she's real.
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He leaned back to shrug out of his jacket and yank his shirt off before pressing down against her, lips on her neck and hands roaming her body.
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Nibbling along his jaw, she whispered, "You'll feel better when it's out of your system. And there's only one way to do that..."
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He reaches for his belt and unfastens it, quickly gets his jeans open, and shoves them down. He heaves a deep sigh of relief when his aching cock is free. The jeans won't come all the way off with his boots in the way, but he really only needs them out of the way.
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Legs tightening, she lifts up, feeling him begin to press inside and letting her teeth edge over his shoulder, her hand sinking into his hair.
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Once he's fully inside her, he leans in to kiss her hard and eager. He moans against her lips as he starts to move, picking up a fast, urgent pace.
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"Bless the Fates, don't stop. I want all you have."
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