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rockhoochie · 3 years

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Hello everyone! Well, I am finally, finally crawling out from under the shit-pile that 2020 has heaped on me. It’s been a rough year for all of us, but still we endure. My muse has woken and I’m excited to get back to writing some new fics!

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With the Fics come the Tags, so I wanted to take an opportunity to get my tags in order. I’ve made a nifty Google Form for folks to fill out based on what they’d like to be tagged in. There are a few questions for each, but it’s easy-peasy ! Just choose from the following:

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georgialouisea · 6 years

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June 3rd.

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Warnings - Angst, plane crash, blood, character death.

Word count - 900

Square filled - Plane Crash

A/N- Written for @spnangstbingo

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“It will be fine, just go enjoy Hawaii.” Sam unloaded the last of your bags from the trunk.

“Fine, look after her, if there’s a scratch on her you’re dead.” Dean raised his finger to his brother.

“Would you just go and enjoy your honeymoon already?” Sam slammed the trunk shut.

“We will, thank you, Sammy.” Leaning up you kissed his cheek before hugging him.

“See you in two weeks.” Sam smiled as he hugged Dean.

“Bye Sam.” Dean gave a small wave and grabbed a case.

“God I hate this.” Dean hissed, his hand flexed on the armrest.

“You’re fine, we’re both fine.” Smiling at him your hand rested on top of his. The flight attendant walked by you. “Excuse me can we get two double whiskeys please?”

“Of course.” She smiled and walked away.

“Just try and relax, think about the pool, the beach, a place to ourselves for two whole weeks.”

He threw his head back against the seat as you felt the plane drop slightly.

“Hey, it’s probably turbulence.”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Here you go.” The flight attendant handed you two small cups.

Dean took one and downed it instantly.

“Better?”

“Maybe.” He sighed.

“Want mine?” You held it out for him.

“No, I’m good.” He waved you away. “You enjoy Mrs Winchester.”

“I know you hate flying, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, think of Hawaii.”

The plane dropped again, this time you panicked, it didn’t stop falling, grabbing Dean’s hand you waited for it to stop, waited for everything to be okay.

Opening your eyes you were surrounded by leaves, you tried to take in as much as you could, you were on the ground, smoke distorted your view of everything. Reaching out you felt for Dean, there was no one around you. Pushing yourself up onto your hands you managed to sit up, suppressing a scream as you checked yourself over, you were fine, nothing broken, just bruised.

You could do this, you’ve had worse and ran for miles.

“Dean!” You screamed into the smoke, flames illuminated the distance, bodies scattered the clearing, some people were moving about trying to help others.

Pushing yourself onto your feet you took a wobbly step forward. “Dean!” You shouted again.

“Y/N!” He groaned out, following his voice you stumbled towards the wreckage, seats littered the clearing, some people still strapped in them. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you reached shaky hands out towards the couple that were sat in front of you, feeling for a pulse your knees grew weaker when you felt nothing against your fingertips.

“Y/N.” Dean grunted, he was so close to you.

“Where are you? I can’t see you.” You coughed covering your mouth with your hand.

“Here!” He called out.

Taking a few more steps you looked around the row of seats that lay upturned, Dean’s hand was sticking out from underneath.

Falling to your knees you took his hand, laying down you didn’t care if you were on anything you just needed to see his face.

“Hey.” He smiled giving your hand a squeeze. You took him in, he was covered in blood, half of his face covered in dirt from where he had lay. “I look that bad huh?”

“No, you look okay, you’re going to be fine.” You smiled at him. “Stay still okay until help gets here.”

“Okay, you too.” He watched you his eyes lingered on your stomach. “Are you okay?”

“Bruises.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding.” He gave your hand another squeeze.

Looking down your pale pink shirt was now a deep red as it stuck to your skin, grabbing the hem you peeled it back to reveal a large gash in your side. “It’s fine, we’re going to be fine.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, we’ll recover in a hospital, Sammy can play nurse and then we’ll have our honeymoon okay?” Dean smiled at you, his hand squeezing yours again.

“Okay.” Nodding you closed your eyes.

“Y/N, open your eyes, look at me okay.” Dean’s voice cracked as he pulled on your arm.

Following his words you opened them to look at him, the green eyes you adored so much were staring back at you.

“You hear that?” You smiled at him, a distant sound of sirens filled the clearing, a helicopter flew overhead somewhere. “We’re getting out of here and I promise I’ll never make you fly again.”

“I love you.” He sighed.

“I love you too.” You watched him close his eyes. “Dean.” You shook his hand. “Dean!” You shouted reaching out for his face.

“Paramedics!” A woman’s voice cracked through a speaker.

“Help!” You screamed touching Dean’s cheek, slapping it you didn’t dare touch his neck. “Dean, baby please.” You begged. “Help!” You screamed before the world turned black.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam spoke. “I-”

“I know.” Dean hung his head as he stood over your grave. “If she hadn’t moved if she would have just stayed put.”

“You’d be dead.” Sam interrupted. “She needed to find you, you heard what the paramedic said she screamed and shouted to get you some help.”

“It doesn’t change anything Sam, she’s gone.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Sam’s hand rested on Dean’s shoulder.

“My wife is dead, she died trying to save me and I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

June 3rd, 2017, the day both Winchesters vowed to never step foot on a plane again.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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revwinchester · 6 years

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New Vessel

Summary: Gabriel is back but in order to really help the Winchesters, he needs a new vessel.

Characters: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Arthur Ketch (mentioned), Asmodeus (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Jack (mentioned)

Word Count: 983

Warnings: cursing, mention of past torture, angel possession

A/N: So, I read this article about Dean in the coming episodes (there are some vague season 13 spoilers if you read it) and this was the first thing that popped into my head. I couldn’t focus on anything else until I got it down on paper and I’m not convinced that something like this won’t actually happen...

Also, I’m making this an entry into the @gabriel-monthly-challenge for March! One of the prompts was a song called Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton and the chorus really feels like it fits this one. I’m hoping to write another with one or more of the other amazing prompts, too!

New Vessel -

Seen my share of broken halos Folded wings that used to fly They've all gone wherever they go Broken halos that used to shine - Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton

“I can’t do it.” Gabriel’s voice was firm and steady, despite the fact that he hadn’t been able to use it for much of the past decade. With Ketch’s help, Sam, Dean, and Cas had been able to break him out of the prison Asmodeus had created for him. The brothers had loaded the archangel into the back of the Impala and then driven him back to the bunker where they began to nurse him back to health. It had been slow going but, after they had convinced Gabriel that they were real and not just another hallucination created to torture him into submission, he had started making real progress.

With Sam standing at his side, Dean had just told Gabriel about their predicament. They still hadn’t been able to track down a way to get to Jack and Mary. They had all the ingredients to open the portal except one - the grace of an archangel. They didn’t need all of it, Sam had assured him, and Castiel was willing to share his grace with Gabriel until he had returned to his full power but the recently rescued archangel had still bristled at the idea.

Dean pursed his lips at Gabriel’s response. “You can’t or you won’t?” he asked harshly, all of the men tense as his words brought back flashes of nearly a decade ago when Dean had asked him the same question. Gabriel had stayed quiet that time but now he had an answer.

Sam beat him to speaking, though, and grabbed his brother’s arm in warning, a quiet “Dean,” muttered under his breath but the older man shrugged him off.

“No, Sam, we risked our asses to pull him out of hell,” he said, his eyes trained on Gabriel. “He owes us this.”

Sam was about to respond, likely something about how he had already nearly died for them once, Gabriel assumed, but the archangel spoke up before the younger Winchester could take them all further on the trip down memory lane.

“Can’t.” He stared Dean down, the hunter taking a step backwards under his scrutiny. “Not in this vessel. It’s not strong enough for me to survive with depleted grace, yet.”

Dean looked the weakened angel over and Gabriel could tell he was deciding whether or not he believed his story. The human squared his shoulders and stood up a little straighter, emphasizing the difference in height between him and the archangel in front of him. “If we can find you another vessel you could do it?”

Gabriel arched a brow, interested in where this line of questioning was going, and nodded.

Dean’s lips pursed again as he sucked at his top teeth in thought. “Then, yes.”

Gabriel saw Sam’s eyebrows shoot up at Dean’s words and he knew he had a similar expression on his own face. Even after all these years, humans still had the power to surprise him.

Sam reached for his brother again, this time not allowing his grip to be shaken off. “Dean, what the hell? What are you doing?”

The older Winchester didn’t take his eyes off of Gabriel as he replied to his brother. “We said we’d do whatever it took to get them back, Sam. If this is what it takes, I’m in.” He paused for a minute, waiting for Gabriel to do or say something. When the archangel didn’t move, continued speaking. “Come on, I was literally created for Michael to wear me like a cheap suit. Handling you should be a piece of cake,” Dean prodded.

Gabriel stepped forward and nodded. “If that’s the way you want it. Heck, I’ll even let you out to play when we’re sucking on Castiel’s neck.” Gabriel knew he was antagonizing the hunter but he didn’t care. It was a stupid plan but, if what the brothers had shared was true, it was the only one they had to bring Mary Winchester and Jack back to the world in which they belonged. A nephilim in the hands of Michael - especially a Michael who had claimed apocalyptic victory - was not a scenario that he wanted to imagine. However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to push Dean’s buttons in order to give the human a chance to back out.

Dean’s nostrils flared but he didn’t take the bait.

“I made this vessel for myself and I’ll want it back once we’re done,” Gabriel announced.

Dean almost laughed, a short burst of air escaping through his nose in disbelief. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m kicking your ass out as soon as this is over.”

“Well, aren’t you just Mr. Hospitality, Dean-o,” Gabriel coldly joked, still trying to alienate the hunter. “Here’s my terms: I’ll do this for you on the condition that you bring me back here to this universe to return to my vessel and that you call off your hunt for Asmodeus. Once I’m back to full power, his demonic ass is mine.”

Dean scoffed at the fact that Gabriel thought he might expel him and leave him behind in the other world. Sure, he wasn’t the archangel’s biggest fan but he wasn’t cruel, either. That was a conversation - or, more likely, a confrontation - for another time, though and Dean quickly replied. “Deal.”

The trio walked to the library, the corridors silent apart from their footsteps. Once they arrived, Dean prayed for Castiel to join them. Gabriel was going to need to top off his grace once they took some from him. Cas would be weakened after that but he would still be able to make sure that Gabriel’s body remained hospitable to host the archangel upon their return.

As soon as Cas arrived, Gabriel sat down in one of the chairs. “I need to hear you say it again, Dean.”

“Yes.”

The room flashed white and Gabriel’s vessel slumped over lifeless in its chair as Dean’s eyes glowed blue with grace.

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tfwqueenidjit · 2 years

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I have a (maybe stupid) question.

Where do people download hq audio files to make audio mashups?

Cuz i have ideas and wanna try making them but I am clueless and broke and cannot pay for music.

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I should probably go to bed…

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I just realized how many fics I have liked that I’m yet to actually read… my summer courses can wait 😈 it’s time to catch up.

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rockhoochie · 4 years

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean insists he has a talent of tongue. You decide to to put him to the test.

WC: ~1400

Warnings: light bondage (use of restraints, blindfold), voyeurism if you squint, no actual sex just lots and lots of dirty talk (which includes: masturbation, oral sex, squirting, ass play)

A/N: No set up, no plot, just Dean talking all kinds of filthy in a drabble that got away from me .@the-chocolate-moose, thanks for the prompt/request! Obviously got my juices flowing...Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dean insisted he could make a woman come without actually touching her.

You insisted he was full of shit - it takes a lot more than dirty talk to actually get a woman off.

But he wouldn’t let it go, adamantly proclaiming it to be true, so sure of himself that he quipped, “wanna bet?” Never one to miss an opportunity to be right, you accepted with an incredulous “talk is cheap, asshole, you’re on.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the dungeon, wrists and ankles gently but firmly bound to the chair you sat on, fully clothed, and one of Dean’s neckties stretched over your eyes.

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now...you could hear his footsteps walking circles around you, hear his steady breathing. He was probably waiting for you to stop giggling like an idiot.

You had to admit, you wondered if he was actually as good at this as he claimed to be. His looks alone were enough to whip any woman into a frenzy; add in some naughty words and saucy phrases tumbling from those plush lips, carried by that sexy, gravelly voice, and…

“You sure look pretty like this, YN, all tied up and eager. Like you’re ready for anything. Then again, you look sexy as hell all the time.”

Your eyes rolled up into your head, lashes fluttering against the silky blindfold. This wasn’t fair - you didn’t think he’d literally be muttering into your ear, the heat of his breath warming the skin just behind it, the lightest vibration of his lips buzzing against your flesh.

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart...to have a chance to tell you how much I think about you, tell you all the dirty things I think about…”

You exhaled, a little surprised at how ragged it sounded. And when you breathed in again, the air seemed warmer, thicker...it made your limbs feel a little heavy and your skin seemed to be covered with goosebumps.

“I think about you all the time, YN,” Dean continued, dropping his voice lower. “So beautiful...you got no clue how beautiful you are to me. Everything about you... the way you laugh, smile... I just love watching you do anything. Sometimes you drive me damn near crazy.”

All those words were somehow seeping into your pores. You could feel your nipples harden against your bra and you suddenly felt hot.

“I got a confession to make... walked in on you in the shower once. You didn’t see me but I saw you, all wet and naked, hot water running over your perfect tits and down the crack of your tight ass... Christ, just the sight of you got me so fucking hard...thought about that for weeks. Still picture it when I’m jerking off, thinking about all the things I wanna do to you…”

You licked your lips and swallowed - your throat felt dry. And there was a tension crimping in your belly and you felt the faint the beat of your pulse between your legs.

Damn it.

A whimper escaped your lips - you couldn’t help it.

“You make the prettiest sounds, YN... you know, I can hear you when you’re fucking yourself. All those little moans and sighs...and I imagine you’re laid out your bed, one little hand playing with your tits while you have the other working between your legs, wet fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy... then I start wondering what I could do to get you to make those noises for me.”

You squirmed in your seat, a flush spreading all through your veins.

“I know I’d kiss you first. Long and hard, just taking in the taste of your lips. And once I get my tongue in your mouth I’d start taking off your clothes, strip you down to your panties, and touch every single inch of your gorgeous body... sweetheart, you’re so soft and and smell so fucking good, but touching you ain’t enough...I gotta kiss you everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, fingers, your tits...I’ll spend time on your tits. Maybe suck on them for awhile, give those pink nipples a little bite.”

“Dean…” you whispered, hips rolling of their own volition, your core reaching out and coming back with nothing.

He hummed, planting little kisses behind your ear, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Bet you’re getting so wet right now…”

“Please…”

His lips found a heavenly spot on your neck, and you felt him smile right before his teeth grazed your flesh.

“Your skin tastes so good...bet your hot little pussy tastes even better.”

“Holy fuck, Dean…”

“I knew it,” he growled, “You love getting eaten out, don’t you, YN? Love a head between your legs and a thick tongue fucking your tight hole...It’s so perfect cause when I’m jerking off, and gettin’ close to blowing it, I just imagine what you taste like...probably like fuckin’ honey, all sweet and warm. I think about gettin’ on my knees while you’re all spread out, legs wide open, that beautiful pussy on display just for me, and I can see how soaked you are...fuck, it drips out of you, and when I get closer I can smell how bad you want it, so I get myself a slow, sweet taste and lick up your cream…”

You were completely gone, lost in the haze of Dean’s voice and the pictures he was painting with his sinfully delicious words, your breaths coming faster while your limbs strained against the ropes.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste so good...so fucking wet and I’m just devouring that pussy, licking up every drop... I just can’t get enough, can’t get my tongue far enough inside of you so I’ll slide my fingers deep into your hot cunt, find that sweet spot and fuck you with my hand...and you keep begging for more so I’ll bury myself three fingers deep...maybe slip one in your ass…”

The noise you made at that was beyond pathetic, but you just didn’t care. He was making you insane.

Dean chuckled, nibbling at your neck, and running a palm along each of your thighs.

“Oh you’d like that, huh? Such a dirty girl ...yeah, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll squirt, YN... I’ll keep nailing that sweet spot over and over, fucking your tight asshole with my finger and sucking your clit until you cum all over my face…”

You were trembling, back arching, moaning and sighing and begging. Slick had pooled at your entrance. Your clit was throbbing. The muscles of your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing, begging to be touched and filled and fucked…

“Then I’ll flip you over on your hands and knees, fuck you from behind and make you cum again... give you my thick cock so I can feel you clench and quiver all over my dick…and you’ll take it so good, baby, you’ll take every single inch of it nice and deep and you’ll be screaming it feels so good, the way I’m fucking you so hard...you’ll beg for my cum, sweetheart, beg me to fill up your pussy ‘till it’s dripping out of you…”

“Oh god Dean, fuck!” you cried, and almost out of nowhere, your climax flooded through you, hot and needy and electric, spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your blindfold was lifted, restraints loosened and removed as you panted, satisfied from release but wanting and needing so much more. When you were finally able to focus, you noticed Dean staring down at you, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth and his hand palming at the bulge in his pants.

Without preamble you rushed him, crashing your lips against his as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in arms. You were vaguely aware of being carried down the hallway, and soon you were laid out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as Dean stared at you with dark, emerald eyes.

“YN, I -”

“Shh,” you hissed, placing a finger over his lips. “Talk is cheap. Now put up or shut up.”

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ariannnawinchester · 6 years

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Quarter Kisses.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Charlie, Jess, Sam, Michael and Lucifer Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. It’s pure comical fluff.

Summary: College AU! There’s a party being held on campus for Valentine’s day and the reader is forced to attend with her friends. She loses them during the course of the night, but makes a scrumptious discovery.

A/N: I know, i know. This was meant to be posted on Valentine’s day. I am terrible. Here, it is now. A few weeks late. Constructive criticism and feedback is highly appreciated! Lovies, Ari.

It’s too loud. The strobing lights making your head hurt. Your eyes feel like they’re about to fall out from the sockets. You take a massive gulp of the lukewarm beer and set the red plastic cup beside a vase filled with roses and go in search of your friends.

“Sorry. Ughh.” You mutter, trying to brush pass a couple who are devouring each other against a wall right in front of the string of stairs to the bedrooms on the second floor. Gross as tonsil hockey maybe, you aren’t bitter about it. About seeing couples be all yucky and romantic to each other. It was kind of cute, in a weird way. And besides being single is your choice. It’s fun all of the time. Until days like Valentine’s Day come around, and you’re drinking and eating pizza whilst most couples are feeling the love.

This party wasn’t on the top of your list of things to do tonight. But Charlie dragged you here because she’s going to see that hot blonde, Jo, from one of her classes. So you rolled your eyes and agreed, she’s getting some that’s good enough for you. However, you sure as hell weren’t dressing up to the theme.

That’s a joke. Of course you are dressed exactly to the theme. You’re in a figure hugging white dress, with feathering wings that tickle your back every time you walk and a fucking silver tinsel halo on your head. Uhhh, let’s not forget the shit ton of glitter Charlie sprinkled on you before you walked out of your apartment.

You lean forward, pressing you ear against the white wood door, fist poised to knock. Then you hear it. The creaking bed and moans of being wrapped in an unworldly passion. Fuck. There is no way you’re going to find Charlie in there. You gag. You turn your phone on. No messages either. Not even from Jess nor Michael.

You snatch the halo off your head and slowly, with slumped shoulders, you descend the stairs. Dodging your way through a maze of writhing bodies, trying to find a moment of piece and quiet. At the side of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Lucifer. Michael’s brother and your cheating ex. You roll your eyes. Of course, he’s all tangled up with some bimbo. There’s no place else he’d rather be. He gets more ass than a toilet seat.

“Fucking jerk.” You mumble under your breath. Your stilettos making the arches of your feet burn like they are on fire. You race for the bright light coming from the kitchen. There’s promise of booze, some food and a place to sit.

You stumble in, bracing yourself against the cool metal door frame. Your eyes lock onto two youngsters. Freshmen. You can tell from the girl’s rosy cheeks and the guy’s weak attempt to grow a beard.

“Scram.” You command. Your eyes narrowed and your lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t let your dorm leader find out you’re here after hours on a school night!”

The girl looks at you with wide, worried eyes. Her bottom lip trembling as if she is on the verge of tears. She grabs almost beard Gerard and scurries out of the kitchen. You double over in laughter when you notice her yelling at him in the distance.

A cold beer in hand, you perch yourself onto the cool marble counter. Your bare legs dangling off the edge. Finally, some peace and quiet in this crazy rabbit hole. You are going for one sip but once the golden liquid hits your tongue, you can’t stop. You’re gulping at the beer, some trickling down the side of your mouth down the line of your neck until the bottle is empty.

Loud clapping snaps you back, a deep voice cheering. You peer over the bottle, piercing green eyes meeting yours. You freeze. Just watching him grin at you, his long solid body leaning against the door frame. You slam the bottle on the table, eyes still on his.

“Another!” You yell, holding your fists above your head. Your Thor reference causes his whole body to shake with laughter. The crinkles at his eyes deepening with the dimples on his face. He walks towards you, thick thighs straining against his dark wash denim jeans. He’s a snack alright. A big old snack and all you want to do is sink your teeth into him.

“Damn. My prayers have been answered.” He says, smirking. Touching the feathers of your wings. His husky voice gives your the shivers, raising the hairs all over your body. He’s close now. You can smell him. That woody, citrusy musky scent that has your head swimming.

You decide to play it a little cool. You place your hand against his chest, creating some distance between you too. Is there any place this guy isn’t tight?

“That’s got to be the cheesiest thing I’ve eaten up all night. And there were cheese tarts.” You grin. Still watching his face. Trying to distract yourself from all the pretty sun kissed freckles on his face.

“Boy, oh boy. I love me some cheese tarts.” He teases, still smiling at you. You hand him an open beer and he takes a sip, “how come you’re sitting here all alone? The party’s out there and you look too pretty to be sitting here by yourself.”

You purse your lips, taking a sip of your own drink before you answer, “aww, you think I’m pretty?” You flutter your lashes sarcastically, making him chuckle. “So what do I call you? You know when I’m telling my friends about you tomorrow. Cheese tart guy or handsome tall guy?”

He reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingering. Almost like he’s deciding if he should touch you or not. “It’s Dean. But I don’t oppose to being called handsome tall guy either.”

His response makes you giggle hard, you almost lose your balance. But he grabs your waist before you fall, keeping you steady. Your arms around his neck and he’s close, so close. That you just have lean forward a a few centimeters and your lips will be on his.

“You wanna dance Y/N?” He grins, lacing his fingers with yours when he sees your surprised eyes.

“Hey!” You smack his arm, “how do you know my name?”

He bites his lip, pulling you back into the crowd of dancing bodies. His strong arms circle your waist, pulling you against his body. Instinctively, your arms lock around his neck. Bodies swaying in sync with the song playing. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, his lips barely brushing the shell of your ear.

“My brother Sam just started dating your good friend Jess. So I’ve heard about you and seen you on campus a few times.” He whispers gently, his voice making your body shudder. Imagine what his lips will feel like on your skin.

“Ohhhhh..” You say, your lips grazing his jaw, “you’re hottie Sam Winchester’s hotter older brother.” You laugh, his cheeks turning a shade of red. “All the girls in my bio class swoon over you. Mr. Quarterback.”

He chuckles, the strobing lights making him look even more attractive. “Not quite sure I’m swoon worthy.”

“Oh yeah?” You question, not convinced, “where’s your date tonight?” You tease.

“Date? I wasn’t even going to come. My friends dragged me over here. I think Benny is in your biology class.”

“Now way! Vampirate Benny is your friend?! He’s the sweetest!” You exclaim, smiling wider.

“You like him or something?” Dean questions, the smile on his face a little dull.

You scoff, setting your palm on his scruffy cheek, “nauhh. I like you.”

You reach up, standing on your tippy toes to touch your lips to his. He’s warm, lips soft and sweet like pink marshmallows. He makes you feel like you’re flying. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you still, closer to him than before.

You break away when you hear your name, “I like you a lot. Like a lot a lot.” You admit before turning to see Jess in Sam’s arms. With Charlie in tow.

“Come on. Let’s go get some waffles.” Dean says, lacing his fingers with your, tugging you towards your friends.

“What?” You say, “like a date?” You tease.

“Exactly like a date.”

This night is turning out great. A gorgeous green eyed boy. The most amazing kiss and waffles. Wow, Best Valentine’s Day Ever.

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manawhaat · 4 years

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Rock & A Hard Place (pt. 13)

Title: Rock & A Hard Place (pt. 13)

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Summary: It takes a lot to open up to the men in your life, but entrusting them with your virginity is a step that takes your relationship to the next level.

Warnings: Virgin!Reader, polyamorous relationship, crack, slight angst, anxiety, loss of virginity, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, fluff.

Word Count: 560

A/N: Woops, forgot to post this on Monday. What’s new? Drabble series based on the reader losing her virginity to her boyfriends, JDM and Norman Reedus. Thanks to my betas - @kittenofdoomage and @samsexualdeancurious ❤️❤️

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As the two of you made out, his hands roamed and squeezed at your body, luring squeaks and moans of pleasure from your lips.

“Hey, I know you already did this with Jeffy... I just wanna remind you that you don’t have to do anything you’re not sure of with me, okay?”

Norman was rougher than Jeff on any given day, but right now, he held you like you’d break under his touch. He was more gentle with you than you ever could have imagined, and the fact that he was being so patient with you somehow left you writhing and needy for him.

“I know, Bubba. Now will you fuck me, already?”

Norman laughed, pressed his erection against you and kissed your lips. His body rocked firmly against you, left you writhing and hot and drew a sigh of relief when he finally stopped teasing you and pulled your underwear off.

Curiosity got the best of you and you sat up on your elbows to watch as he stood from the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Before he pulled them down he stopped and a look came over his face. Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he half-laugh half-groaned and sighed out your name.

“Y/n, I’m an idiot,” his voice was muffled by his hands blocking his face, “I totally forgot I did this.” His head shook back and forth before he shot you a charmingly boyish smile and said, “Please don’t laugh.”

The hair around his base peeked out, and then he was springing free, thick and heavy but not quite as long as Jeffrey. His cock made your mouth water, but as you took him in fully, you sucked in a breath to compose yourself for him.

“Is?” you gasped, breath caught in your throat. “Is that?”

Bubba nodded, looking as apologetic as he could for what he was presenting you with. Beneath his navel, a dusting of hair formed his happy trail that led down to trimmed, light brown hair. Pretty standard, aside from the shape in which his pubic hair was shaved.

A small laugh begged to leave your throat but you swallowed it down to ask, “So… did you need help with that or did you just do it freehand?”

The way his face twisted in offense broke your control and laughter rang out into the room as Norman stood before you with his pubes shaved into a lightning bolt that pointed right at his dick.

His long legs folded, knees hitting the bed to crawl over you. “C’mon, Y/n, don’t you know it’s not okay to laugh at a naked man?”

A loud snort landed against his cheek and the two of you chuckled and howled long enough for your eyes to collect tears. When you’d finally come down from the absurdity of it, your cheeks and belly hurt.

A couple of loud knocks landed on the door, breaking you both out of it. “Hey, you guys okay in there?” Jeffrey called out, setting you off again.

“We’re good, Sugar,” Normy called back, shaking his head down at you affectionately. “You’re the goddamn worst, you know that?” he laughed against your lips.

Before you could spit out a sassy comment for him, his kiss reignited your desire and the lightning bolt on his crotch settled between your legs.

NEXT PART >>>

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