#I TORE UP MY ROOM ALL WEEKEND BUT NEVER THOUGHT TO CHECK UNDER MY FUCKIN TABLET

[todayisafridaynight]

GORGEOUS case bro I've never seen one with a continuous design like that and the embossment itself is so tasteful... always happy to see Mr. Dunkulous too <3

ALSO AYO YOU WATCHED MONDAY? How was it? Either way you're almost done with the Sabu Tsutsumi catalogue then... that's epic... I'm glad you liked Destiny too, it really is such a cute movie

Also I'm pretty sure PS4 preloads are open too BUT I'm still salty Xbox gets it a day early </3

Its one of the first designs i ran into while looking up wallet cases LMAO lucky me me thinks…. Its very pretty <3 mr dunkulous here to stay and keep me company lest i totally lose my mind <3<3

AND I DID i mentioned so durin stream yesterday ! i REALLY loved it, sabu keeps putting ttm in terrible situations and it makes me giddy seeing him panic 🥰 AND DESTINY WAS ADORABLE it was so cute….. really wholesome and what my soul needed….

OH PS4 PRELOADS OPEN ? Ill check it out when i get home later……. Why does xbox get it a day early thats rude me thinks…..

#snap chats #cancelling a post i was gonna make to bitch in the tags of this one <3 #anyway on this day this monday we remember the words of our king ryuji goda #A Real Man Oughta Be A Little Stupid DO YALL WANNA KNOW HOW MAD I AM. #HOW I JUST SPENT A FRACTION OF MY FOOD MONEY ON A STUPID CARD #WHEN MY FUCKING ID WAS UNDEE MY TABLET. CAN YOU IMAGINE MY RAGE. MY ANGER. #I TORE UP MY ROOM ALL WEEKEND BUT NEVER THOUGHT TO CHECK UNDER MY FUCKIN TABLET #its a lilfunny….. im tryna make the most of it ok GODAMMIT IM SO MAD THO I CANT #$20 is like $5 in todays society everything is twenty fuckin dollars i cant live like this #at least my deadnames not on my id anymore… and it doesnt look like its falling apart ig… #STILL HAVE THIS TERRIBLE PHOTO AND ID RATHER BE DEADNAMES AND HAVE $20 THAN NOT HAVE $20 #NO ONE TALK TO ME ANYWAY kinda funny. hang on. #at least i dont have to get a new sticker… i just scalpe the old one from my oher card.. lol… knife came in handy… #was leaving to Waste Twenty Dollars when i ran into one of my roommate’s boyfriend for the ninth time this semester #and we both clamber into the elevator and he like ‘ive seen you a lot lol so uhh whats your name :)’ #and the struggle i had… do i say Aforementioned Dead Name do i say my Thinking Of Changing First Name do i say Last Name…. #the safe answer is always last name so thats what i did but god i floundered..i stared at him for a second longer than i shouldve #today sucks. at least i dont have a night class today… #i’d stream y0 but streams dont go well when i stream them at 5 #plus i have to work on a comm… ouugg lemme cap it here before i rant for thirty tags straight LMAO #anyway. love my new case. destiny was cute. angry jealous frog ttms funny and sad at the same time. monday made me giggle 🥴 #this was a good post to make while making sure my cars battery didnt die LMAO ok bye <3

[fangirlxwritesx67]

May Be Home, Chapter 13 Word count this chapter: 1250 Catch up here: Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7.  Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. 

Characters: au rockstar!Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha. Song: Sounds of Someday, Radio Company Music

Tags: 18+, sex, smut, lots and lots of m/f sex in different ways (fingering, oral, penetrative) in different places (bed, table, car, shower), no condoms ever, enthusiastic consent, Daddy kink, language, lots of alcohol, sexy eating, etc

Dean handed Sasha a room key and left first. She hadn’t packed much so it didn’t take long for her to follow him. She found Dean waiting for her on the couch in his room. He handed her a heavy glass with bourbon in it as she sat down. She took a deep breath and a long sip. 

She raised her eyes to see Dean watching her. Looking at his face was both comforting and painful, and she turned away. He reached out and cupped her chin, drawing her gaze back to his.

“During the last weekend we had together, I kept waiting for you to say something, anything, to let me know what you were thinking.” She finally said, lips trembling.  “You didn’t even get my number so you could call me yourself." 

"I assumed,” Dean stopped and licked his lips. “I thought you would always answer if I called. It was selfish to think you were mine without asking.”

“Dean, I was always yours,” Sasha murmured. “Even when you broke my heart.”

“I know,” he answered, “I’m sorry. I’ve taken a lot of things for granted. You, most of all. I should’ve treasured you and never let you go.”

Sasha looked up at him, her wet eyes wide with hope. She was breathless, waiting to hear what he would say next. “Please, Sasha, you mean the world to me. Just promise to stay with me, sweetheart.” 

Dean’s hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her in as he lowered his lips to hers, those plush lips that she enjoyed so much. A sob rose in her throat.

“All you ever had to do was ask, Dean,” she murmured, her mouth against his.

“I’m asking you now, don’t ever leave again. I’ll do anything for you,” he answered. “Anything.”

He cupped her face in one hand and kissed her. Their kisses were deep and needy, kissing for all the days and weeks they had been apart, kissing for all their doubts and fears.

Their kisses turned from sweet to hot. Sasha leaned up against Dean. He lifted one of her legs, shifting her until her thighs settled astride him. She rocked on his lap, in the same motion pressing her breasts into him and grinding on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her. 

They were both breathing hard when Dean pulled back. 

"Does this remind you of anything?” he asked, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Like, maybe, our first night together?”

Sasha smiled at him. “I wasn’t sure how much of that you remembered." 

"You were pretty fuckin’ memorable,” Dean chuckled, “Comin’ in here all wide-eyed and gorgeous.”

“I was so nervous, I’m surprised you couldn’t hear my heartbeat.”

“But you just hopped up on my lap, so wet and eager. I was gone as soon as you said-”

“What do you want?” Sasha repeated her words from months before. 

Dean grinned, “You, Sasha, only you." 

While Dean talked, he undid her pants. This time, he didn’t have to tell her what to do. She stood up and let him slip off her jeans while she tossed aside her t-shirt. Wearing only a bra, she settled back on his lap. 

Dean slipped one hand between her legs and started to move. He used the other hand to cup her breast, pushing aside her bra so he could lick and suck first one nipple and then the other. Sasha moaned and ground her hips down.

“More, Dean,” she begged. “I want more.”

"Fuck,” he murmured, “How do you always know exactly what I want, how to say what I need to hear?" 

Sasha grinned in spite of herself. He didn’t need to know how calculated that had been, at first, and then how natural it quickly felt.

"I just want you,” she answered.

He turned his hand, keeping pressure on her with his thumb and slipping two fingers into her. Sasha’s face crumpled as she writhed and gasped under his touch. Her back was arched, her breasts heaving. Her fingers scrambled for Dean’s belt. 

“Please,” she moaned. 

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me,” she panted. “Just fuck me.” 

She didn’t have to ask twice. Dean was beyond ready. As he pressed into Sasha she threw back her head and her mouth dropped open, shameless and soft. She rocked her hips side to side as he pounded into her. Her cries grew louder.

“Sweetheart,” Dean panted. “I can’t- Please come-” 

The rest of Dean’s words were lost as Sasha bucked hard against him, pressing her body against his. Her walls clamped down around him, hot and strong. A wild scream tore from her throat as she came. Dean bit his lip and pulled her hips down hard, coming, throbbing and deep inside her. 

Sasha leaned against Dean’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath. His eyes were wide, the hair at his temples damp with sweat, and his full lips swollen. He kissed her slowly, lazily, tracing his mouth over her face and neck. She hummed, hazy with satisfaction.

She settled on the couch next to him, comfortable and close. Dean reached for her hand and their fingers wove together. “Sasha,” he asked, his voice hopeful. “Promise we’ll never let anything come between us again?”

She nodded. “Promise you’ll never take another person’s word for what I feel, what I need. I’ll always talk to you. I’ll tell you the truth.”

Hesitantly, they began to talk and plan, catching up on their past and dreaming about their future. 

Every once in a while, Dean would look at Sasha and just smile, a grin that pushed dimples into his cheeks and crinkles next to his eyes. Sometimes they kissed, sweet trusting comfortable kisses that tasted like promises.

"Do you wanna go out?” he asked eventually. 

Sasha shook her head. What she and Dean were enjoying was too intimate to take out of this room right now. She felt too raw to let anyone else see her face. For tonight, the world was just the two of them. 

Eventually, Sasha yawned. As much as she was satisfied to be in Dean’s presence again, she was exhausted. Dean chuckled and ran a hand along her cheek. “Am I boring you?” 

She shook her head and leaned into him. “No, Dean, crying just wears me out.” 

“Let’s not cry anymore, ‘k? We’re together, and that’s what matters.“ He stood up and pulled her with him. “Let’s go to bed.”

In the bedroom, he drew back the covers so she could slide in. Once Sasha was settled, he sank down next to her, tucking the quilt around them both. 

Sasha curled up on her side and Dean spooned her. His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. Her back was against his chest, and she could feel the rise and fall of every breath.

A weight she didn’t know she had been carrying seemed to fall off her shoulders. Dean was warm and solid. As he drifted off, his grip shifted, until his arm rested right under Sasha’s breasts and his hand was next to her face. She nuzzled into him, catlike, and he opened his palm. She leaned into the warmth of his skin and drew in a long breath.

In Dean’s embrace, Sasha felt safe and secure for the first time she could remember. She drifted off to sleep with the smell of him on her skin.

Thanks as always to MJ @thoughtslikeaminefield​ for being the best beta a writer could ever wish for, and so much more! If you haven’t already, check out her latest Dean fic: More In the Mortar Than the Pestle (you’re in for a treat!)  … Chapter 14  …

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