#the second one is right before he says “wham bam thank you ma'am”

[brookbee]

David Bowie performing "Suffragette City," 1973

#the second one is right before he says “wham bam thank you ma'am” #the spiders from mars are there too obviously but they're not in the gifset so it feels weird mentioning them in the caption #david bowie #the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars #ziggy stardust #suffragette city #da pennebaker #1973 #hammersmith odeon #bowieposting #my gifs

[abbynx]

Match made in Hell: Two faces

Adrian "Vigilante" Chase X Herbert West-like Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning: Cursing, blood, canon-typical violence

Adrian doesn't really get you. I mean, he gets you, he really does— but why were you so tasteless? N-not that he's licked you before... It crossed his thought once, but that would be creepy of him. Tasteless, in terms of company that is. He knows nothing about making friends, I mean, there's his only best friend Chris who's in prison and he pegs himself as a person who knows how to pick company. He may not know how to acquire friends, but he knows how to chose one. You, on the other hand, you do not.

Because who in their sane mind would befriend Adrian and brush off Vigilante? Describing you as sane is an overstatement in hindsight, but you get the point.

Vigilante is cooler, with his guns and knives and crime fighting, he gets the job done— wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Adrian, on the other hand, boring, whack, wears dumb glasses, works an uninteresting job, leading an equally an uninteresting life. Vigilante could make dead bodies for you in a heartbeat! Well, end of a heart beat because ya know, they're dead. Adrian, ohoho dumb Adrian is there just idly sitting and doing nothing to assist you, asking questions and distracting you.

He views himself as such by walking in your shoes, but he did not get it right. Not one bit.

He would be annoyed if one would constantly ask questions and make unwanted comments about every little twitch. Can't stay still in his seat, might touch sensitive equipments, can't understand shit, list goes on and on.

Adrian is a person of rarity to you to encounter. He made no attempts to interfere by getting in your way, say, reporting you to the authorities for "playing god" or "madly doodling with body parts." You were prepared, always had an empty syringe at hand just in case one needs to die of an instant embolism if Adrian made any attempts to intervene with your work. It was already difficult to clear your name in your old school, risking another death directly connected to you would arose suspicion... As if you aren't already suspicious enough.

But Adrian comes in, a refreshing change of air with his annoying voice filling in the dead silence. It was dreadful at first how he would barge into your living quarters through the window and show himself in your laboratory uninvited. Among those days, you were covering a shift in the hospital, he would simply stay in your house and wait for you until you get home... Until he got bored, decided to meet you in the hospital only to see you dragging a dead body to your car. His first impression of you carrying a dead body was the fact that a person with your build  did not looked like the type to be that capable, instead of being concerned as to why you are carrying a fresh cadaver. Perhaps chat you up, only to be met with silence, he swears he can see the thought of murder crossing your eyes, only to ignore him. Once you load your cargo in your car, he races at your house and greet you there as Adrian, as if nothing happened.

He's not smart, but he knew how different you are to him as Adrian and Vigilante. First of all, you actually talk to him, as oppose to you flat out ignoring Vigilante. You do not hold your tongue back against Adrian, bearing no hesitation to call him names when he says something stupid before correcting him. Vigilante, you couldn't care less if he asked what kind of animal Pink Panther is.

"Chase, would you kindly fetch me that right there?" You ask, barely looking up from your latest specimen, pointing at an equipment beside Adrian.

"This?" Adrian holds up a wildly different object, looking up at you with an expectant gaze.

For the split second your eyes flicker upwards, you sighed and shook your head. "Not that. The other one."

"This funky thing?" Adrian holds up the different object. You can only shake your head in response. He pouts, before picking up another thing, "This stuffed toy?"

"Why would I need a stuffed— tsk, nevermind." You huff, walking over Adrian and fetching the material you were pointing at, arms dripping with blood before you made you way back to your work table. "If you were a nurse assisting a surgeon, your patient would be dead."

"Is the patient racist?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Of course it matters, I'd purposely hand out the wrong tools. Better yet, I'm letting the fucker flat line." He crosses his arms to his chest with a smug grin.

"Great. More specimen for me." You can only chuckle in amusement, finishing up some minor modifications from the patient before you fetch the reagents from your mini fridge.

Adrian glances at you, hands dyed with blood as you stab the needle in the bottle's cap, drawing the plunger upwards with deep concentration. The green reagent glow against your face as you inspect the fluid encased within the syringe, brows furrowed in concentration. He finds himself leaning closer upon interest as you held the specimen and lifted their head. You steadily inject the green substance from the back of their neck, emptying the syringe before you quickly put everything down and glanced at your watch.

"One Mississippi... Two Mississippi... Three Mississippi... Four Mississippi... Five Mississippi......" Adrian counts out loud, but his voice drowns from the back of your head as you squint at the test subject for the smallest of twitches. ".... Three hundred Mississippi... There's hundred and one Mississippi... Three hundred and two Mississippi... Three hundred and three Mississippi..."

"Five minutes, and still no effects..." You whisper under your breath. For a moment you consider injecting another dosage in the specimen's bloodstream, but the last time you did it did not particularly end well. The last specimen did not live again, you weren't able to study whether they gained consciousness but they certainly melted into a pile of goo. You had to call Adrian to dispose of them. Being patient was your best option, even if all the wait is making you antsy. It doesn't help that you are suddenly aware at how loud everything was.

".... Eight hundred and ninety nine Mississippi... Nine hundred—"

"DAMN IT!" Adrian jumps at your sudden outburst when you slam your clenched fists against your work table, the sound of your knuckles colliding against the metal table producing a painfully sounding impact.

"Hey hey, calm down." Adrian really didn't know what to do to console you even if these outburst aren't really new to him anymore, he was still clueless how to handle you.

"I! Wasted! A good batch of reagents! Over nothing!" Adrian couldn't help but to cringe at your own behalf when you fist collides with the table with each pause, routinely getting harder than the last hit. You haunched over the table, sweat trickling down your forehead. You barely felt your sore knuckles, red in colour and scratched from the influx of emotions. "The corpse wasn't fresh enough, that's the only explanation. My reagents have been tested again and again it's impossible that just now they're defective. You're not a failure... You're not..."

You are.

You scowl, clenching your fist until it paled and dripped with blood. Soaked deep in thought of incoherence, Adrian reels you back before you could drown.

"Okay, why don't we just calm down for a moment," Adrian attempts to sway you, gently getting a hold your wrist, subtlety eyeing the damage you inflicted on yourself. "Yeah, Mister guy right there isn't fresh enough. Did you say he came from a car accident?"

"I was desperate to get some experiments done and I smuggled him out despite the major tissue damages." You pant heavily, allowing yourself to be pulled away from the table. The familiar pang of a headache struck you, a vein flicking against your temples painfully. Your vision darken and stumble, only to be cushioned by Adrian.

"Aaaaand you're tired. Meaning it's time for bed."

"No I can still go to the hospital and—" Adrian scoops you upwards, lifting you by putting his arm at the back of your knees before making a quick dash to your bedroom.

"Oh no, not on my watch, Doctor. You're sleeping tonight." He scolds, setting you on top of your bed. You would typically protest, but even glaring at him was too daunting for you. Adrian smiles at your final act of defiance by narrowing your eyes at him, before your eyes fully closed on their own.

Oh Chase. What would I do without you.

He takes your blood stained shirt off, leaving you in your tank top. Of course he wouldn't leave you stained in blood, he's not barbaric. Before leaving, he took the time to wet a rag and washed the blood off you. Adrian treated your injuries on your knuckles, wrapping it with bandages. He doesn't really know how you can live like this and survive for long. After you were cleaned and settled, he leaves your apartment through the window.

In these little moments, he likes being Adrian more because of you.

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #peacemaker hbo max #dc peacemaker #x reader #fluff #vigilante x reader #vigilante

[thekatebridgerton]

I'm only at the part of TSPWL where Eloise gets to his house but...I love them. It's so funny how they are. And how she's just like, "How could you ask me to marry you and not tell me you had kids?!"

I know right? This guy was not prepared for Eloise Bridgerton to turn his life around.

Look Sir Phillip Crane was and will always be a clueless hot mess. Emphasis on hot. And I love him a lot, second to Anthony he's my favorite JQ hero.

I think why I like To Sir Phillip With Love is that it's a story that connects with the old person I have inside. In the sense that it's not all about the emotional wham bam slam thank you ma'am that the other books go straight to, but about finding out if friendship is even possible before love, what it takes to have a balance in marriage.

Out of all the Bridgerton stories Eloise, feels to me, like the most realistic. Even more so when you consider that she's one of the most chaotic Bridgerton sibling. Yes she settles down and yes she marries a guy who's got two kids. But that's exactly the point, people keep expecting that just because Eloise has this larger than life personality, she's going to join the circus or become an actress or do something completely outrageous with her life. But just because she's got all this energy, doesn't mean she's not capable of being mature and responsible and perfectly happy with a family life of her own.

And the realistic part of the story is that people with larger than life personalities usually feel better when they find love in a quiet, down to earth person because they need calm in their lives.

Phillip is ultimately, Eloise opposite and that's what makes him perfect for her. He's tame where she's wild, peaceful where she's chaotic, insecure in all the places she's confident and strong in all the places she's weak.

Nobody expected Eloise to be an instant step mother (of all things) and again that's exactly the point, even her family thinks Eloise is too much of a wildcard to ever settle down, and it's surprising for all when it turns out that she's not. In fact she's a perfectly capable wife and mother and all that while still being true to herself and pushing Phillip to have adventures too.

Eloise is like that super capable lawyer/doctor/accountant you meet at work and then you see them in the grocery store and they've got a bunch of tattoos from their years in a punk girl band and you just can't believe when this person says 'I grew up, sex drugs and rock and roll, wasn't fun anymore, I met my husband, got my degree, decided this was my new jam... I still play with the Rottweilers on the weekends but it's not my whole life anymore' one kinda gets Eloise point and love her more for it.

And I love that about To Sir Phillip with Love, it's as much her growing up story as it is Phillip's, I also get it's not everyone's cup of tea, but next to The Viscount who loved me, To Sir Phillip with Love is one of JQ most relatable romances for me.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

#to sir phillip with love #bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #phillip crane #eloise x Phillip #Philoise

[miss-smutty]

Fifty Shades of Billy Part 5

A/N- I'm sorry it took me so long to update this but this pregnancy is killing me and whenever I have spare time, I'm sleeping 😩 i finally did it though! Woo hoo! I think I'm leaving this fic here for now as I'm losing the inspiration for it but I'll hopefully come back and update in the future. This one was so long that I exceeded the character limit 😑 didn't even know that was possible! Make sure.you click the 'continue reading' link at the bottom

18+ only!

Summary- Stuck in the showers with Billy and Steve right outside, will you be caught?

Word count- 5.2K

Warnings- Swearing, Smoking, Smut, Masturbation, Dangerous driving and Fighting

Pairing- Billy Hargrove X You

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Posted: 21st September 2019

"Billy shh stop, he's coming" you panted in between thrusts and Billy biting your neck. 

"Well I kind of hoped it would be us doing the coming" he growled into your ear while he let your legs down so you could stand.

"Seriously, you have to go out there, I don't want him seeing me like this" you looked down at your naked state, your legs shaking with need and your pussy dripping with want. 

"You mean you don't want him to see how good I've fucked you?" Lifting his eyebrow teasingly and standing back to admire you.

"Billy. Go" you pushed him gently.

"Ok. Ok." he muttered to himself, stepping out the shower and grabbing a spare towel to wrap around his waist before Steve comes around the corner.

"Harrington. You come to see if you can check out the size of my dick? Worried I'll beat you in that department too?" 

"Whatever Hargrove, I could hear talking?" He questioned looking around the room and running his fingers through his hair. 

You were panicking, he was literally stood right outside your cubicle. You were still wet, naked and desperate for Billy to come and finish what he started. You were really hoping he wouldn't look under the door and see your feet. 

"Think you're imagining things Harrington" Billy laughed moving in front of Steve just in case he opened the cubicle door and checked for himself.

"I know what I heard" Steve said, turning to leave and making sure to barge against Billy subtly as he walked past him.

"Fucking dick" Billy muttered to himself. You peeked over the door to see Billy with his hands in fists and jaw clenched. You were proud of him for fighting his anger and not immediately storming after Steve.

"Oi. Get in here hargrove. I haven't finished with you yet" you whispered once you knew Steve was out of ear shot. You saw Billy's anger dissolve into lust as his face softened and fists relaxed. Billy opened the door, biting his lip as he layed eyes on your naked body again.

"Get your clothes on, I've got a plan. I want to fuck you properly" he winked, turning to find his clothes. You followed Billy, excited at whatever Billy had in mind. You found your clothes on the locker room floor and quickly got dressed, watching Billy's muscles flex as he pulled on his shorts. He really was a beautiful specimen of man. 

"Do you think Steve saw our clothes all over the floor" your eyebrows raised at the realisation. You reached out to tuck Billy's tag back into his shirt and looked up to his face. 

"Who cares?" Billy leaned down and gently kissed you on the forehead. "Come on" he grabbed your hand and pulled you excitedly out of the locker room, practically running. You were worried about what Steve was going to say to people, he wouldn't have been able to miss your clothes scattered about the locker room. But maybe he didn't realise they were yours? Anyway you were far too excited to find out where Billy was taking you, to think about it right now. 

Billy pulled you through the sports hall and down the now empty school corridors. The look on his face was contagious, you'd definitely never seen this giddy, excitable side of Billy before. The more sides of Billy you saw, the more you liked him. He was unpredictable and you loved it.

 Billy barged into the main doors, almost knocking them off the hinges as he ran out into the car park, his hand still clenching yours. You were disoriented by the darkness,not expecting at all.

"How long have we actually been in there?" You panted.

"Get in" he waggled his eyebrows at you while he held his car door open.

"Where we going" you looked at him confused before climbing in the passenger seat. 

"It's a suprise" he said leaning in the door and giving you a kiss before closing the door, looking rather pleased with himself. 

You were feeling rather pleased with yourself too, who'd have thought that Billy hargrove would be giddy about taking you somewhere. You would've never guessed that Billy would be romantic and take girls on dates, you'd always imagined him to be more of a wham bam, thank you ma'am. You were secretly hoping that it was just you he was like this with and the other girls were just sex. 

Billy proudly laid his hand on your thigh and gripped softly, while rock music quietly played in the background. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the anticipation of what this could turn in to. The feel of his fingers digging into your inner thigh making you want him right there and then. 

You lean over to billy, desperate to touch him while he smiles brightly at you. You're practically straddling the gear stick as you smooth your hand down the front of Billy's tight jeans, feeling his cock twitch in response. Billy pushed himself off his seat and into your cupped hand, grinding against it as he groaned. You nibble on Billy's ear, he keeps his eyes on the road as he turns his mouth to meet yours. Biting and pulling his lip as you break the kiss, he briefly glances at you, the need oozing from him like a scent. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you bite on your bottom and slowly pull down your shorts. 

He looks from you to the road and then back to you, his teeth biting into his lip as he restrained himself from taking his hands from the wheel and killing you both. You were enjoying teasing him, understanding now why Billy also enjoys teasing you. You leant against the car door so you were facing Billy, with your knees up either side of you, as you pulled the gusset of your panties to the side. Billy's eyes widened as he inhaled deeply, he swallowed as he glanced at your exposed pussy and back to the road. You were making him nervous, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting in his seat and tugging at the chain around his neck.

You stared at billy as you slowly sucked on your finger all the way to the knuckle and then inserted a second finger to lubricate. Billy's driving was becoming erratic now as he concentrated more on you than the road. 

"Do I make you nervous Billy?" You teased as Billy smoothed his hair from his sweaty forehead. You ran your fingers down your slit gathering up the wetness while Billy licked his lips. 

"I had no idea you were this naughty" Billy said mesmerized with the way you swirled your fingers inside your pussy. Billy struggled in his seat as his expanding cock strained against his tight jeans.

"I need to pull over. Now." Billy groaned looking at you once more before pulling into the nearest rest stop and wasting no time pulling down his jeans. You were thankful it was dark but still turned on by the fact you could be caught. 

Billy pulled you onto his lap and growled as he ripped your panties, pushing himself into you. Your rhythms fall into synchronisation as you grind into his thrusting hips. He reaches forward and pulls you into his lips, ravishing you with sloppy, desperate kisses. 

"I want you so bad" he whispered into your ear breathlessly. Your head fell back as your pace quickened, Billy watching your breasts bounce in the moonlight. 

Billy held onto you, pushing you down on his cock as he thrusted into you. You both moaned out as you climaxed together and you laid on his chest, panting.

"I'm not letting you go" Billy said as he kissed your head and smoothed back your hair so he could see your face.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Billy?" You teased sitting up so you could see if he was joking. He looked back at you, seriously, before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

"I think I am" he smiled waiting for your answer while he was still inside you. 

 "Well if you are, I definitely would. I think I've turned you soft--" you teased pushing Billy's shoulder and climbing back into your chair to get dressed. "-- where were we supposed to be going anyway?" 

"It's a suprise, I'll take you another time. Right now I think I need to get you home, before your folks send out a search party." Billy said while reaching out for your hand and kissing the back of it and then pulling his jeans back on.

You couldn't help but smile all the way home, you had no idea things were going to work out this way. Billy wanted you just as much as you wanted him and now you weren't going to let go. The way Billy had forgotten about everything and allowed himself to get lost with you, tonight, was magical. It will definitely be a night you aren't going to forget, you just wish it didn't have to end. As if on cue, Billy pulled up outside your house, still holding tightly to your thigh. You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, neither of you wanting to say goodbye.

"You know --"

"I --" you both began to talk at the same time making you both laugh..

"You could probably sneak through my window, my parents are probably fast asleep by now" you asked hopefully. Looking at Billy with doe eyes and fluttering your lashes.

"How can I say no to that face. I'll see you in there babe" Billy replied leaning over to kiss your lips, the excitement on both your faces so obvious.

                                      ************

You opened your window and looked out at Billy, giving him the signal that it was safe for him to join you. You changed into some silky pajama shorts and cami top - hoping to please Billy - before climbing into bed and waiting for him.

After what seemed like forever, Billy's boot crashed on to your floor, followed by his other one. 

"I thought you'd changed your mind" you smiled, watching Billy undress. 

"Definitely not, I can't wait to get in there. Move up" he winked while climbing into bed behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Spooning up as close as possible to you so you could feel every inch of his body against you. He was warm and soft and the feeling of having him cuddle up to you was amazing, you wanted him here every night. 

You turned around to face Billy, wrapping your legs around each other until you fit together perfectly. He brushed your hair from your face while he gazed at you, waiting for you to speak. 

"You know I'm going to have to try make it up with Steve and probably still go to the party with him tomorrow. Its the least I owe him." You told Billy, biting your gum and anxiously waiting for his reaction.

"Why would you owe him anything?" Billy scoffed, moving back to search your face.

"Erm... I might've kinda used him to make you jealous" you said looking up at Billy through your eyelashes, doing your best to look cute so he wouldn't get angry. 

"Ohhhhh. So that was all a ploy for you to get your wicked way with me?" Billy raised his eyebrows "I like your style" Billy laughed pulling you close. You were surprised by his reaction, you thought he was going to be angry or jealous but instead you seemed to have polished his ego. 

"It worked didnt it?" You smiled "but I definitely owe him for dragging him into this" 

Billy pulled you under his arm so your head rested on his chest and he could stroke the back of your hair. The relaxing feeling and the steady rise and fall of his chest soon had you fast asleep.

                                        ************

You share a ride with Billy to school, both of you unable to shake the smiles from your faces. That is until you pull up into the parking lot and spot max stood in Billy's usual spot with her hands on her hips - she did not look Happy. You'd been so lost in each other that you'd completely forgot about anyone else, that included max on both your parts. You were supposed to meet Max at the mall and Billy was supposed to give Max a ride to school. Hopefully she'll understand, young love and all that. 

"Ah shit" Billy says while exhaling, clearly not ready for any drama. He looks at you and nods his head - asking if you're ready - you nod back at Billy and take a deep breath. Let's do this.

Max was actually tapping her foot on the ground, growing more and more impatient. You were surprised she didn't start waggling her finger at you both, the way she was stood looking like a teacher - you tried to hold back your giggle knowing that would make things so much more worse.

You step out of the car Infront of Max, why did she have to be stood at my side, I could do with a couple more minutes to think through what I want to say, you thought smiling awkwardly at Max.

"Well I was going to ask you both where you'd been but I think it's pretty obvious" Max looked you both up and down, you actually felt like you were being scolded.

"Alright mom, what's the problem?" Billy asked cockily, placing his arm around your waist. 

"So is this a thing now?" Motioning to both of you with her head "guess that's where you were last night"

"Max I'm really sorry for standing you up, we lost track of time" you glanced at Billy from the corner of your eye and saw him smirking.

"Ok. Eww. This is weird" Max said not knowing where to look, shuffling on the spot. "What are we actually going to wear to the party tonight then? Seen as though you didn't bother to meet me" Max finished, changing the subject. You were definitely going to have to deal with Max's frostiness for a while. 

"This is definitely girl talk, I'll catch you both later." Billy held your hands by your sides as he leant down to kiss you, you standing on your tip toes to reach up him. He lets go of one of your hands to cup your chin, holding on to you as he kisses you again. Not wanting to let go of each other or be apart for any length of time, you forget where you are until Max clears her throat.

"This is definitely going to take some getting used to." Max said while facing the opposite direction.

"See you at lunch babe" Billy said while winking at you and gently pushing Max's shoulder as he walked past. 

Max walked with you to class while you discussed your costume options for the party tonight when you spotted Steve stood by the lockers. He was surrounded by his usual posse of friends who massaged his ego by laughing at his jokes even when they weren't funny. You rolled your eyes as you approached Steve, his eyebrow cocking as he realises you were coming over. 

"I need to apologize to Steve, come with?" You ask really needing her moral support right now. 

"Sure, this should be interesting" she tags along behind you as you approach Steve's group, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hi can I talk to you a minute?" You ask sheepishly trying not to look at anyone but Steve.

"Hmm, if you must" Steve replied, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Carol. While carol glared at you, Max glared at her, reminding you of why you needed Max to have your back. You smiled and nodded at Max, silently showing your appreciation.

"I just, sort of... Wanted to apologize for Billy having a go at you. You --" you started.

"You're apologizing for your boyfriend, how sweet." Steve interrupted sarcastically, looking at Carol for approval. 

"Erm not really... I just wanted you to know I'd go to the party with you, if you still wanted me to" you said nervously. You definitely thought it was a good idea to hand out a olive branch to Steve but when he starts laughing in your face you realise it really wasn't. You wish you hadn't bothered apologizing to this jumped up dick who was laughing at you when you were trying to hr nice. You didn't think that maybe it was because he was hurt and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok" Steve said coldly after he'd finished laughing at you. His behaviour and rudeness was making you more and more angry. 

You looked at Max, gritting your teeth, she knew you were angry so pulled on your arm. As Max began to lead you away you looked back over your shoulder, just to get the last word in.

"No need to be a dick, I was only asking because I felt sorry for you" you retorted.

                                 ****************

That school bell couldn't have rung quicker, you were out of the doors before it had even stopped ringing. Looking forward to a full weekend with Billy and Max, getting to know them both a little better. 

You see Billy leant against his car, smoking a cigarette, the usual pose he had while waiting. You felt the warmth radiate through you as an equally warming smile spread across your face. Damn he was so hot, you couldn't believe he'd had his face in-between your crotch the day before. All the girls in this school and he chose you and the way he was smiling at you, you think he was feeling the same way. 

"Hi baby, good day?" Billy asked putting his arm around you and pulling you in for a sweet hug. Billy held his cigarette packet out to you so you took one and stood Infront of Billy while he continued leaning on his car. You move closer to Billy so your stood in between his legs as he flicks his cigarette to the side and wraps his arms around you so his hands were resting on your ass. People were staring and whispering again but you really didn't care. 

"No, not at all. I tried to apologize to Steve but he was a complete dick" you said looking up at Billy.

"Well, I mean, I could've told you that" Billy said rolling his eyes and smirking. You gently hit Billy on his shoulder 

"Guys can we keep the PDA to like a minimum until I get used to this?" Max said coming up from behind you.

"I'm making no promises --" Billy said holding both his hands up in the air "-- I can't keep my hands off her" he said while slapping your ass. 

"Billy really? Stop it --" you squeeled, pushing Billy's hands away as he tried to lift you over his shoulder. "-- it's not fair on Max" 

"No it's really not" Max said making a gagging face and then laughing at you. 

"Right, let's go get ready for this party" you say grabbing Max's hand excitedly, watching Billy roll his eyes at you both as he gets into the driver's seat. You and Max jump into the back seat, you were being cautious as to not leave Max out. 

"Are you getting ready at ours?" Billy asks adjusting his rear-view mirror so he could see you, finding your face and giving you that hungry look while raising his eyebrows questioningly.  

"Will that be ok?" You asked cautiously.

"Yeah don't worry, Niel's working away for the weekend" Max answered.

"Awesome, I'll have to nip home for some things first then" you said watching Billy eink at you through the mirror and feeling your knees go weak at his handsomeness. 

                                    ************

Your Mom had saved day and left your Halloween costume on your bed for you and it was sexy! Your Mom was one of them Mom's who wanted to be more like your sister than your Mom. While it annoyed you most of the time it definitely had it's perks this time when she's bought you a sexy Halloween costume and not come back with a ridiculous Frankenstein costume. 

"Oh my god! Billy is going to have a heart attack when he sees you in that" Max said staring at you with her mouth agape, if it had that effect on Max maybe she was right about the whole Billy having a heart attack thing. 

You turned around in front of the mirror, checking out the skin tight, PVC cat suit. You added the ears on your head and finished your cat make up in the mirror. 

"Your turn now missus" you said to Max as you slumped down on the bed and pointed to the bathroom door, knowing that this wasnt Max's thing at all and she would need encouragement. Max rolled her eyes at you before slumping off into the bathroom, dragging her knuckles along the floor as she went. 

You lay back on the bed waiting for max when you hear a small knock at the door, your heart skips as you realise it must be Billy. You quickly get yourself into a sexy pose on the bed before shouting for Billy to come in. 

The look on Billy's face was actually comical as his mouth almost touched the floor when he saw your outfit. He hasn't really made an effort with his outfit and was wearing his usual tight jeans and a black leather jacket, open, leaving him completely shirtless. You still couldn't help staring at his abs and how the lights made his sweat glisten.

"You look fucking hot. Can't we just stay here and have our own party?" Billy said while throwing himself on to the bed next to you and running his hands up and down your body. 

"No way! You may have not made any effort Billy but it took ages to reach this perfection" you said jokingly. 

"Well I hope it goes quick so I can get you back here --" Billy was interrupted by the lock on the bathroom door opening and Max poking her head around the corner. 

"Guys this is like my worst nightmare" Max pouted.

"Come out and I'll help you with the finishing touches" you said standing up from the bed and waiting for Max while Billy continued laying on the bed with his arms behind his head. 

Max sheepishly crept out from behind the bedroom door and you were surprised at how hot she looked, you're pretty sure your mouth hit the floor too. You were so used to seeing Max dressed as a tomboy that the sexy chucky outfit she was wearing was a shock. The Jean dungaree dress she was wearing coupled with the thigh high red stockings worked perfectly with her red hair. 

"All we need to do now is add the scars to your face. You look super hot girl. Doesn't she Billy?" you said making Max spin around. 

"Bit weird. Yeah you look good sis, can we go now? I want to get this over and done with" Billy said sitting up and spanking your ass again, this outfit is definitely too much of a temptation for Billy. 

                                  **************

As you step out of the car and make your way into the party, everyone stops to watch you. You strut up the driveway holding Max and Billys hand, enjoying the attention. You head to the kitchen looking for drinks, by the look on Max's face she definitely needs one. You get everyone drinks out of the punch bowl and Max downs hers in one before spooning herself another one. 

"Slow down Max, I don't want to be carrying you home" you giggle, noticing Steve and his gang across the room and downing your own drink. 

"I'll leave you girls to it, come find me later babe" Billy said leaning down to give you a kiss, you hear the exclaims of disappointment from the girls in the room and decide to really mark your territory. You grab hold of the back of Billy's head and pull him in for a full on passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless.

"Just marking my territory babe, be good" you tease and bite your lip as he laughs at you. 

"Believe me, my eyes aren't straying anywhere. You're the fittest here, I can't wait to get you home." Billy said giving you one last smack on the ass before walking off to cause trouble. 

You notice Steve drinking quite a lot and hope he stays out of Billy's way but to be fair you and Max were also drinking quite alot. You could feel the alcohol going to head making you feel fuzzy and unbalanced, you needed to sit down before you fell down.

You pulled Max outside with you, hoping the cool, night air would bring you round abit. As you sit on the wall you light up a cigarette and offer Max one, the cool air was definitely helping. 

"What the hell's going on down there?" Max asked craning her neck to try and see over your head and the bushes behind you. You hadn't been paying attention to the noises that were coming from behind you but now Max had mentioned it you could hear cheers and a lot of commotion.

You jump down from the wall and head down the path towards the cheers to find Billy doing a handstand over a keg. You roll your eyes, you should've known it was Billy being the centre of attention. You shake your head as you laugh along with everyone, you couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. 

"...40, 41, 42" everyone chanted, yourself and Max included. 

"We've got ourselves a new keg king --" Tommy H shouted while raising Billy's Arm in the air "BILLY, BILLY, BILLY..." the chanting continued. 

"That's how you do it, Hawkins--" Billy smiles widely as he spots you in the crowd "that's how you do it!" Billy pumps the air with his fist and lifts you up in his arms so you're straddling him. Billy's excitement was contagious, your cheeks were hurting from smiling so widely as the crowd continues to chant Billy's name. 

Billy carries you to the house like his trophy, Tommy H and the crowd following behind cheering Billy on. Billy puts you back on the ground and tightly wraps his arm around your shoulder as you walk into the kitchen for a drink to celebrate. 

Billy pulls you through the crowd to the kitchen where you realise Tommy H was approaching Steve. Your gut clenched as you realised this was a bad idea, you'd seen how much Steve had been drinking and Billy wasn't far behind. You pull on Billy's hand showing him your concern but he was still buzzing and didn't notice. 

"We've got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington" Tommy H said to Steve. You could see the angry look in Steve's eye, you'd never seen him look this angry before and you could feel dread. 

Billy pushed you behind him as he steps closer to Steve, the adrenaline still coursing through him, spurring him on. Steve leans forward into Billy's face and spits on him, you feel Billy's body tense as he anger begins to take over him. Your happiness is replaced by fear as you worry about what Billy will do to Steve. Billy grits his teeth as he scowls at Steve before hurling himself over the counter that was separating the both of them. 

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you shout at Billy to stop. Billy lands a punch right on Steve's nose causing it to pop and splatter blood all over his face. People rush forward to grab Billy and Steve and separate them before anymore damage was done. They struggled against the restraint, desperately trying to get at each other.

"Why don't you just fuck off with your whore and leave me alone?" Steve spat at Billy.

"Don't fucking call her that, you pussy" Billy spat back. You were hurt by Steve calling you whore, you didn't think you deserved that. 

"Well she is. I saw you both fucking in the showers. next time maybe don't leave your clothes laid out on the floor of the locker room --" Steve shouted venomously, turning to face you. Everyone was looking at you and talking about you and you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "-- She's nothing but a slut" 

Billy lunges forwards, breaking free from his restraint and pulling three of the guys holding him back, to the ground. Quick as lightning Billy grabs Steve in a headlock pulling him away as he lays into him. The anger surging through him because of Steve insulting you. Billy grabs Steve by the throat and pushes him up against the fridge, knocking the contents over. Steve feet swing as he tries to plant them on the ground, Billy was holding up above ground by his throat and he wasn't letting go. The adrenaline and alcohol mixing together were making you feel faint but at the same time turned on by how protective Billy was of you.

A group of guys finally manages to pull Billy off of Steve, leaving him coughing and spluttering in a heap on the floor. Billy stands over Steve and spits on him before turning and walking away. 

You push your way through the crowd, that had gathered to watch the fight, trying to catch up with Billy. 

You finally make it outside but can't see Billy anywhere, so you sulk around the now quiet garden until you spot Billy sat by the pool. 

Billy looks up from the ground as you approach and you notice the softness in his eyes as he realises it's you. You instantly relax when you realise he wasn't mad at you and he seemed to have calm down in general.

He pat's the wall next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. He puts his arm around as you sit down and you cuddle up to his warmth. 

"Are you ok babe? Thank you for standing up for me." You said resting your hand on his chest.

"I'm ok now, just wish I hadn't lost my temper so much" Billy said lowering his head again.

You lifted Billy's face to look at you again "You really weren't in the wrong Billy, he spat at you! I mean that is so low, he totally baited you" 

"I suppose. I can't stand people calling you a slut just because you're with me, like there's a lot more to me than people know" Billy said nervously, the vulnerability taking over him again. Your heart warmed at the thought of Billy opening up to you so soon, in trusting you enough to be vulnerable in front of you. 

"I know babe. Listen, I see you Billy, I see all of you" you say softly "I get you, I understand you. I want you, all of you. Even the parts of you that you don't like, I like them. I like your cockiness and how you don't take anybody's shit, but I love how protective and caring you are" 

Taken aback and unable to find the right words to say to you, Billy chose to kiss you deeply instead, catching you by suprise and taking your breath away.

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Dean Winchester/Reader ❧ Sweet Apology

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/OFC Word count: 4874 | Chapter 1 of 3 Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Tags: Fluff & Smut, a smidge of Angst; Misunderstandings; Porn with Feelings; Arguing; Reader has a crush on Dean  Summary: The plan was to watch a movie in Dean's room, but without Sam to help her feel less awkward, it's no surprise that she ends up saying something stupid - and make Dean think she dislikes him, of all things, when she has a gigantic crush on the guy. They start yelling at each other, soon enough they're kissing, and then - well, Dean's bed gets put to good use. It kind of sucks, though, that as soon as they're done Dean puts his clothes back on leaves her like nothing happened. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Well, not really. He's just absolutely clueless. I swear, if these two don't open their mouths and talk...

Beta’d by @mostly-shawn and @aingealcethlenn - Thank you so much for the help <3 

Read on Ao3 | Chapter Two coming soon

❧ Chapter One 

So, to summarize: she’s eating Fruity Loops, in an underground bunker, at the same table as two certified living legends in the hunting community. The monster hunting community, may she remind you in case you lost the memo.

She is, apparently, very good at identifying and theoretically killing said monsters – although God forbid they ever ask her to join in on the action. She admires Sam and Dean for what they do, but she's fine staying behind the scenes: rummaging through old lore books and giving herself a headache is as far as she'll go. She has proven herself useful in multiple occasions, so no shame there. 

Sam confessed to her, on the one memorable occasion when he had drunk enough to be tipsy, that he was more than happy she has to interest in hunting.

"It's my life and I love it", he said, "but it sucks all the ass and you shouldn't do it. Everyone fucking dies. If you got hurt I'd be sad about it for at least six months straight. I'd grow a beard and all." "What would Dean do?", she asked in morbid curiosity.  "'Dunno, drink and throw every chair and lamp he sees on the ground, maybe? He does that a lot. Just - never hunt, okay?" "I'll do it for the sake of your poor furniture", she responded, and she never changed her mind. 

Sorry, sometimes the crazy hits her all at once, and she needs to do a recap of the situation. Where was she? Oh, right: she was looking at Dean. (What else is new?)

Dean's sprawled on the wooden chair like a bored king, dead guy's robe at least two sizes too big on his broad shoulders. It's one of those rare instances where he slept well the night before, and he looks cozy and relaxed and roughly fifteen years younger than yesterday.

She's trying so hard not to openly stare at him that her cereal got all mushy in the meantime.

"Are you sure Jody can deal with this on her own?", Dean is saying, oblivious to her thoughts. "Seems to me like she's already got her hands full, with the girls and all."

On the other side of the table, Sam sips his coffee and nods. "Yeah, hopefully, it'll be just the one werewolf. I told Jody to call us if she finds out there's more going on."

"Hopefully there's not. Oh!" Dean slaps a celebratory hand on the table and grins. "That means we've got the day off! We could take advantage of that Netflix subscription we pay for." "Garth is paying – we're just leeching off of him. And I actually wanted to go for a run. Wanna come?" "Ugh." "Yeah, I thought so. You two can start without me, though. I'll join you later."

Oh, the mental image that double-meaning evokes!  But it’s more of a private joke with herself that anything – she likes Sam, obviously, if only because she's a straight woman with functioning eyes, but she doesn't have a crush. He’s tall and kind, and objectively attractive but he’s not… 

Her eyes fall on his brother's long fingers tapping on the table, his strong wrist peeking out of the robe’s sleeve, and she feels her stomach tie in knots. 

He’s not Dean, alright?

She didn’t ask not to have eyes but for him, and yet here she is: all moon-eyed over his wrist, of all things. 

Someone shoot her; it’d be a mercy killing at this point. 

Dean turns to her, all bright-eyed in his good mood. "What do you say, movie marathon? We could stay in my room, get comfy on the bed." Well, now, that makes her legs clench tight together under the table.  She knows she’ll have to answer very quickly because in a second she’ll start overthinking and find some excuse not to join Dean. In his bedroom, on his bed. Something she has never fantasized about, no sir. "Yes? Yeah, why not!", she exclaims, just a tad too loud. Oh my God, at least try to play it cool. Sam smirks from behind his cup, and she wonders for a moment if this "morning run" of his isn't just a ploy to leave her alone with his brother. Then Dean winks at her, and all other thoughts fly out of the window.  "Awesome. Come on, I'll even let you choose the movie."

❧ ☙

"I'll let you choose, he says," she huffs to herself. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror looks back at her with mild panic in her eyes. "Like that's not agonizing or anything."

God, she just wishes Dean didn't make her so damn nervous. How long has she known the Winchesters for? A year? She's even living with them, she should be past all – she clenches her fists, trying to calm herself – this. And still, Dean makes her heady and rattled just by looking at her for too long. She needs to get a grip.

While she brushes her teeth and washes her face, she settles on Kill Bill – which a) she knows Dean hasn't seen in years and b) should hopefully keep her attention away from his closeness. On his bed. Where she will also be.

God help her.

She walks out of the bathroom up to Dean's room. He's already propping his laptop on a bunch of pillows at the foot of the bed, humming a Metallica song under his breath. His eyes shoot up to her when she arrives.  "Hey! Did you choose the movie?", he says. He's still as carefree as she's ever seen him, but there's something in his voice that was missing during breakfast. A note of –  weariness? Hope? She can't decipher it. "Don't tell Sammy I said, but I could sit through a chick–flick without bitching too much if you wanna watch one.”  And if that isn’t proof he has a martyr complex... "Actually, I was thinking Kill Bill?" He beams up. "Oh hell yeah, haven't seen that one in ages." He finds the movie and hits play, settling down against the bed frame. She notices that he got rid of the robe and is now sitting in only a t–shirt and grey sweatpants. Oh please, no, she thinks, already feeling desperate. Fucking grey sweatpants, tight and revealing in all the right places, inviting her to look down, down...come on, just take a peek- 

She gingerly sits down at the opposite end of the bed, eyes straight ahead.  Despite the distance, she can smell Dean’s cologne (and what the fuck did he put cologne on for?), fresh and manly and very attractive – so much so that she forgets to focus on the film.  She's acutely aware of his presence beside her – of the warmth radiating from him, of how little space and layers there are between their bodies. She also notices him glancing at her from time to time, even though her gaze stays fixed on the computer screen.  Is she acting weird? Is that why he's looking at her? She's literally just sitting there, but maybe there's something on her face, or she's breathing too loud…that has never happened before, but who knows–

"I don't bite, you know?"  She's almost startled by Dean's voice interrupting her manic line of thought. He's now openly watching her, the small smile on his lips a mix between tentative and reassuring. "You can come closer if you want to. You're almost off the bed." She laughs nervously – damn, way to put her on the spot. But he’s right: she’s all bunched up on the corner of the bed, shaky hands hidden under her legs. "I, uh, didn't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all."  What the fuck does that even mean? One of Dean's eyebrows shot up his forehead, and his smile turns disbelieving. "Me? You're the one that looks like she has a gun pointed at her head." Her whole face heats up in embarrassment. He knows she's timid, and anyone who even glances in her direction knows she's head over heels for him – why does he have to put attention on it? "I'm just out of my depth here, you know I'm shy–" "Shy?" he interrupts her. "We've known each other for a year! And we both know you're not like this with Sam." 

Also very true, much to her chagrin – Sam has this puppy-dog aura to himself that makes him look smaller and non-threatening, at least when he’s in the company of friends. Dean...Dean doesn’t seem to have an off-switch, he’s always very unapologetically himself. Even when he’s acting like a total dork, he fills the entire room with his presence.

The mortification of being called out like this is making her eyes water, and Dean's unfaltering eye contact is not helping. "It's different with Sam," she tries to explain. What can she say without giving too much of her feelings away?  "Why? Have I done something bad to you?" he asks. “You’re always so – so skittish with me, it’s like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Dean has the most expressive eyes she has ever seen, and try as he might his feelings are always starkly clear on his face – like now, settling over the vibrant apple-green like an ugly shadow; disappointment and plain sadness. She really, really doesn't want to hurt him, and trips over her own thoughts in an attempt to say I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just in love and bad with feelings – but how to say it without spelling it out? 

"It's nothing you've done,” she tries, “it's just – you."

Oh, God. That came out awfully wrong.

Dean scoffs, breaking the eye contact to look at everything in the room but her. "Yeah, I figured," he snickers, "Could have just said no to watching the movie, then, sweetheart. You shouldn't have to spend time with people you dislike." Dislike? She almost can't believe the irony of the situation. "Dean, I don't dislike you, that's not what I meant." "You just said you have a problem with me as a person! Listen,” – he passes a hand over his mouth, like he does when he needs a second to find the words – “Listen, I don’t know what you heard about me, okay? Sometimes hunters pass through here, and maybe you got wind of some rumours. I’m the first one to admit I can be a douchebag from time to time, but they don’t know me. Hell, half of them I don’t even consider friends! And I thought, you.. well, whatever. You can go back where you came from if living with me is so damn unpleasant! ” Well, ouch. That one hurt. She stands from the bed, raising her voice to hide how close she is to tears.  They could have spent a nice day together, watching movies and eating popcorn from the same bowl or something, and then she had to go ahead and ruin everything.  And he's being so stubborn, God, but what else is new?  "Dean, what – rumours? You think this is about your reputation or something?” “I don’t know! You fucking tell me.” “Why do you wanna argue? You were in such a good mood two minutes ago-" "Yeah, I really was." He jumps off the bed and walks around it until he's face to face with her. "Excuse me if seeing you all – all scared of me kind of killed the mood!" "What? I'm not scared!" "Then why the fuck are you on the verge of tears right now?" "'Cause I'm sorry," she shouts to match his tone. He's standing so close; it's unfair how much it affects her. "I don’t find you scary, okay? I’m sorry I made you think that!" "Yeah, well, I’m sorry, too,” he shouts back. “Then why are we yelling?” “I have no idea!”

They both fall silent. Her mind is trying to process what the fuck just happened, why was she shouting in the first place when Dean is right there, not even five inches away –  eyes bright and fiery because of the argument, the hard line of his mouth relaxing as his expression changes. He looks down at her lips. Her breath catches in her throat. She feels paralyzed by how intensely she wants him at that moment, stuck between throwing caution to the wind or fleeing before she makes a fool of herself. But Dean hasn’t moved away, has he? If anything he’s inching closer, and he's looking at her like, like he, too…

Dean leans in and kisses her, a soft sigh leaving his nose when their lips touch.  He's so warm, is her first thought. Warm and big and solid against her, so much more substantial than in her fantasies – where he holds her just as tightly, kisses her just as deeply. Her hands tremble slightly as she goes to cup his face. God, it's happening for real. She bites on his full bottom lip with urgency, and he tugs her closer by the hips, pushing his tongue in her mouth. He’s not so much aggressive as he’s ardent, burning fast and bright on her skin like he hasn’t much time left – or like he’s waited too long, and he’s hell-bent on making himself unforgettable.

She isn’t sure she would like the pace, was he anyone else.  But oh God, he’s not anyone else, he’s Dean – and she wants, she wants, she wants him and won’t make excuses for liking this. Teeth, bruises, too-sharp nails; warm breaths mixing with hers, his fingers digging in wherever she’s softer and warmer. 

She passes a hand on the short hair at the nape of his neck, and she can feel goosebumps rise on his arms at the feeling. Dean gives her one last peck on the lips before hiding his face in the crook of her neck – he releases a shuddering sigh that makes her shiver, and nips at the skin behind her ear. His big hands settle on her legs, squeezing and palming the back of her thighs until she's raised to her tiptoes. "Hold on, baby," he says and picks her up from the ground.  Wrapped around his waist, she can feel his erection pressing on her core –  and she's never felt emptier and needier than right there with Dean, hard and panting, ready to fuck her against a wall.  "Oh God," she moans, and desperately paws at Dean's shirt to get some skin–on–skin contact.  He raises his face to watch her and chuckles at her efforts, grinding with more and more insistence against her.  "I know, I know," he hums, "I gotcha." He smiles that boyish adorable grin he sometimes does, and she's overwhelmed by both the rush of affection for him and the desire pooling low in her belly. 

She's about to say something undoubtedly stupid that would ruin everything –  she has the three words already formed on her lips, but they turn into a gasp when Dean twists around and lets her fall on the mattress. The cold sheets underneath her give some clarity back. Not that she keeps it for long, with Dean crawling between her open thighs, hair all fucked up by her hands. He gives her a long caress from her knees up to her waist and smiles again. "Always wanted you in my bed." Is this actually happening?, she thinks, incredulous. "Wh–Yeah?" "Why do you you think I proposed we watch something here?" He winks at her. "Sam wasn't home...I dunno, I felt lucky today." "...and then we ended up yelling at each other a bunch", she adds. Dean huffs a laugh and leans down to kiss her, deep and long enough she forgets what they were even talking about. "Doesn't that just count as foreplay?"  "I don't think so, no." Dean beams at her, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "No? How about this, then?", he says, and licks a hot strip on her neck before sucking a mark there. The sharp feeling of his teeth on her sensitive skin makes her back arch closer to his chest. "Or this?" One of his hands sneaks under her shirt, slow and teasing. Dean's fingers splay wide on her stomach on their way up, and she's never hated a piece of clothing more than her bra when it stops the contact. She wants everything off, wants to feel him really touch her. "Oh, fuck," she gasps. "Dean– Dean, take this off." He groans against her collarbone, voice low and rumbly, before leaning back on his knees. "Mmh, yeah. Yes, ma'am. Can you roll over?" The thought of Dean pressed long and wide along her back makes her toes curl, and she gladly turns around. 

She realizes Uma Thurman is still swinging her katana on the computer screen, so she takes a second to close the laptop. There's the swishing of fabric behind her, probably Dean shimming out of his sweatpants and shirt while she can't see him. She goes to undress as well, but two warm hands on her hips stop her. "No, wait, I wanna do it," Dean says. “‘Kay?” Oh God, this man is gonna be the death of her. "Yes, please."

Dean scoots closer, his knees on either side of hers, erection pressed on the small of her back. He briefly hugs her to his chest while he leaves a kiss on her hair, squeezing a bit before he lets her go. She swallows back a whimper at the feeling – not because it brings any real pleasure, but because of Dean's unguarded desire behind the gesture. He’s slowed down the pace, maybe for her benefit, maybe for his own.  God, she's there, with Dean. Unbelievable. She wants him so much she could cry. 

Nuzzling her neck, he helps her take off her shirt, and then – faster, cause he's seductive, yes, but also earnest and enthusiastic – he unclasps her bra, and it falls on the bed. She gets why he asked her to turn around, conscious that her shyness would, at least at first, follow her even in bed: like this, she can't see him watching, and her instinct to hide from him is stifled.  Not that she had nothing to worry about: Dean just sighs softly and cups her breasts in his hands, a smile splitting his face at how soft and hot her skin is. 

Her leggings go next, tugged down roughly by herself, 'cause suddenly she really, really needs to be naked so he can touch her everywhere.  She leans forward on the bed, face pressing on a pillow as she shimmies out of her pants.  Dean huffs a laugh behind her. "These are very sexy," he comments, hooking his fingers on the edge of her underwear. Which is ridiculous, cause she has on the most boring pair of black undies ever produced.  Goes to show with how little Dean is pleased.  Instead of taking the last piece of offending clothing off, he slides two fingers up and down her folds, pushing in a little through the fabric.  "So wet already," he says, “and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice has gone low and rumbly and that, coupled with his fingers, makes her that much wetter.  “‘Cause I want you,” she mumbles in the pillow, stating the obvious. She rocks backs on his hand, inviting. “You know, I-” “Yeah, baby?” Oh God, he called me baby, she thinks a bit hysterically. She bites back the embarrassment and tries to find somewhere the courage to finish the sentence. “You know, I - I think of you when I touch myself.”

There it is, out in the open. Just how ridiculously attracted to him she is. 

His movements stutter; when she angles her head so that she can see his face, she finds him already watching her with such intense, naked longing in his eyes, she has to feel proud. It’s getting to her head, feeling wanted like this. “What?” he asks, finally sliding off her underwear. He’s already naked, and as soon as the panties hit the mattress she pushes back until she’s flush with him – his erection is pressed in the cleft of her ass, getting smeared with her wetness when she starts undulating her hips. “What- fuck,” Dean tries again, distracted by what she’s doing. “Mmh, what do you think about?” God, she’s burning up, and she’s so damn empty without him inside of her. “I don’t know, uh - Your fingers?” Dean circles an arm around her and sneaks his hand down her belly until he can touch her clit, middle and forefinger forming slow circles in time with her hips. “Yes, yes like that, fuck,” she gasps. She decides, there and then, to tell him a secret. 

“One time, one time we were at that diner together, Sam and Cas were there as well...And you had that red shirt on, and you must have spent some time on your hair, ‘cause it was – I don’t know, Dean, you were just so beautiful. I was sitting right in front of you. You were flirting with the waitress, and I thought, I thought ‘God, what if I took my shoe off, and slid my foot all the way up his leg and then, when he looks at me, confused, pretend I’m not doing anything?’ And I kept thinking about it, ‘cause you weren’t looking at me anyway.  What if I made you hard, there in public, but you had to keep your face straight and not react? And then, what if you grasped my ankle under the table like a warning to stop, but you still pushed back to have more friction, blushing that pretty red when Sam asked you if were okay? And you know what, Dean?” She pauses a second, lost in the fantasy and the feeling of his hands on her. “I would have stopped without a word. I would have left you there, wouldn’t have even acknowledged what I was doing by glancing at you – I would have stood up, with you still hard in your jeans in that cute, family-friendly diner, and I would have said “Sorry, gotta powder my nose” or something just as stupid, to look even more annoyingly innocent –  and then I would have gone to the bathroom. And waited for you to follow me, so you could fuck me in one of the stalls, my hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, hoping against hope that no one would come in, or hear us, or interrupt us before you could cum so deep inside me I would have felt you for days-”

Dean moves away from her, one hand to keep her still. “Okay, okay, that’s- that's enough for now." His free hand is at the base of his dick, squeezing a bit as he calms down. He’s breathing fast, lips bitten red and freckles standing out against the flush on his face. He is, quite possibly, the hottest thing she has ever seen. And she did that. “You little- I think I remember that day, fuck. That’s what you were thinking? Jesus.”  He briefly rummages in the bedside drawer and comes back to the bed with a condom.  “Is like this okay?” he asks, and helps her up from where she was sprawled on the bed.  She considers whether or not her legs will hold her up in this position, and figures that after that spiel she deserves to be a bit of a pillow princess – Dean will hold her up if he needs to. With those strong, muscular arms of his. Mmh, God bless his biceps... So she hums “yes,”  and hooks her feet around his calves to feel him closer. 

She looks back at him as he goes in, and more than the feeling of Dean sliding into her, she'll never forget how his eyes flutter close in a pained frown, like it feels so good it hurts; like he’s somehow surprised by the pleasure.  And then he moves, and her eyes just close on their own at the feeling. Everything’s just burning hot – Dean inside her, his hands touching everywhere on her body, his forehead pressed between her shoulders when he leans down.  “‘Missed this,” he mumbles on her skin. “I always forget how good it is.” 

Which would be, was this a different setting, an unwelcome reminder of how many women have been under him before her. Right now, with him groaning and moaning in her ear? She couldn’t care less.

The pace picks up - and, really, Dean’s a very proportionate man, and, in that position, he goes too deep for comfort. At a particularly hard thrust, she whimpers in pain. “You okay?” he asks, worried fingers moving the hair out of her face.  “Yeah, ‘s okay. Just-” “I hurt you,” he interjects, and helps her up. “Get closer to the headboard? Alright, let’s try it like this.”  On her knees, with her arms balancing her weight on the wall, the angle changes drastically. Dean slides back into her, this time pressed on her in a long line from shoulders to knees, and hooks his chin on her shoulder. “Better?”

“Way better,” she says, and smiles at his happy sigh. 

There’s not much she could tell you about the rest, not without interrupting herself every two seconds by grinning and blushing. It just feels good. It feels amazing.  Dean’s experience is evident in his every move, and he doesn’t let her forget for a second exactly who’s she with –  in that too-hot bedroom with weapons decorating the wall, giving a memory foam mattress a run for its money.  She says his name probably too many times, and some ridiculous praise comes out of her mouth once in a while, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind; he bites her neck too hard, at one point, and it hurts but she loves it, the proof that he has lost himself completely in her body.  And Dean builds her up and up, with his voice and his fingers and his cock, until she shudders and cums around him. 

She briefly loses sense of time, feeling only Dean thrusting into her faster and deeper and with a faltering rhythm – when she comes back to herself, he’s slipping out of her with a groaned “Jesus Christ.”

She lies down on her back, panting as she watches him throw away the condom in a small bin beside the bed. All those good chemicals that come with an orgasm are making her feel more naked than a simple lack of clothes – Dean turns back to her, and she has the impression that he can see right through her skin and bones; that all the feelings that surely will scare him off are sprawled out on the bed like heavy, uncomfortable blanket. 

She feels both amazing and scrubbed raw at the same time. She really needs Dean to take her in his arm before she starts crying, which is becoming more and more probable by the second. 

Instead, his attention falls on his phone, bleeping away on the bedside table. “Twelve messages?”, he says when he picks it up. They’re from Sam, which becomes obvious when he reads them instead of chucking the phone at the end of the bed; she watches him frown as he scrolls down. “Ugh, fuck. It’s Sam; Jody apparently needs back up after all. Five werewolves? Well, shit.”

She doesn’t say anything and busies herself by sliding under the blanket. 

She doesn’t like to think of Jody in danger, but she likes even less where this is going. Dean is putting his boxers back on, and clean clothes from his drawer. Oh, wow, look at all that flannel. Does he have an endless supply or something? “I gotta go,” he explains. No shit, Sherlock. “Hey, it was awesome,” he tells her as he puts a belt on, nonchalant as if he was talking about a very good burger. “Just- awesome. Shit, I’m so late already, Sam’s gonna bitch all the way to Sioux Falls. See you in a few days?” She nods, a bit jaded by the sudden change in scenario – from one with Dean naked in bed with her to one where he’s leaving as if nothing happened –  and he smiles and winks at her. 

And then he’s gone. 

Maybe she spends the next hour on the verge of tears, hugging his pillow and watching the rest of Kill Bill as a distraction, but that’s not really any of your business.  She gets up, eventually, and puts her clothes back on even if the bunker is empty. She does what feels like a walk of shame back to her room and straight to her shower. She washes off, with her favourite lavender-scented soap, all the signs of the past few hours off of her skin. Like it was a random guy. Like it was just a one-off. 

Thank you very much, ma’am, it has been fun while it lasted. 

“I gotta go.”

Well, alright. Goodbye stranger, then. 

❧ ☙

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Selfish (Sam Drake x Reader) - Part VI (End)

It’s FINISHED! I actually finished something that wasn’t a one-shot! Im so damn proud of myself guys you have no idea! Hope you guys like the end as we finally get down with Sam Drake to doing the deed!

Summary: Sam Drake, your friend, and your Uncle Sully’s business partner, owes you a favor. What you’re looking to cash in? Your virginity.

Warning: NSFW. At least I wouldn’t read it at work.

You can find the previous parts at Ao3 and also here:

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

Tagged: @jodiereedus22 , @sparrowspt9851 , @bechobbi, @misslongcep

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Sam rolls on top of you, his naked body between your legs on his knees. Hard cock in hand, he begins to gently run the sensitive head up and down your wet entrance.

“And yet, you still want me anyway,” He says with a misleading nonchalant sigh while his eyes search yours for any hesitation, any change of heart. This moment was the point of no return, and if there was a time for you to change your mind, it was now.

Please, sweetheart, don’t change your mind about this. This is right for you, I know it. And it might be selfish, but I don’t wanna go home with a case of blue balls, Sam pleads with his eyes.

I know roping you into this by cashing in a favor might have been a little selfish of me, but I know this is right. And it’s gonna be okay, you tell him by the content smile on your face.

“You bet I do,” You say succinctly to him to put his mind at ease.

Sam positions himself, the head of his thick member just barely resting between your eager pussy lips. He plants a line of wet kisses up your torso until his face is hovering above yours. Resting a hand on the nape of his warm neck, you pull him close while you hold on to his muscular lower back. He gives you a gentle kiss on the lips and rests his forehead against yours. Those hazel eyes of his, warm and bewitching, gaze into yours as he slowly slips himself inside of you.

Your mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. There is no pain, just a feeling of fullness that fingers could try to mimic but couldn’t quite do justice to.

“Ya alright?” Sam asks, his usual cocky demeanor gone serious for a moment. He didn’t want to keep going for the sake of just doing it if you were too uncomfortable. In the case between sexual fulfillment versus you’re well being, Sam would gladly walk away with a raging hard-on than to ever hurt you.

“Yeah,” You say with a happy surprising sigh. The build-up about the discomfort and potential pain of this moment, the one your girlfriends had talked about in your teenage years, was immense. Feeling Sam inside you now with no discernable discomfort makes the stress of anticipation of the unknown that accompanied the moment slip away and leave nothing but joy in its wake.

Sam lets out a little chuckle, his own trepidations of this moment dissipating as well.

“What? Did you think you’d hear a pop or something?” He asked, playfully.

You give him a gentle smack on the shoulder as he lifts himself, the weight of his upper body supported by his strong arms.

Sam starts to gingerly rock his hips, allowing his cock to move inside you oh so slightly. The new sensation makes your pussy involuntarily tighten around him.

So that’s what the big deal is about, you think to yourself,

Sam closes his eyes and clamps his teeth down on his lower lip. In his almost 50 years on this earth, this was the closest he had ever been to making love to a woman. This slow sweetness wasn’t in his playbook, his sex life the epitome of the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma'am’ school of thought. Even back when he was 17 with Crystal, who he thought he had 'loved’ at the time. This was new. This was was damn near legitimate intimacy.

You break his train of thought and bring his lips downward to meet yours. His warm tongue enters your mouth where it intertwines with your own. You feel the momentum starting to build, his hot tongue foreshadowing the movements of his cock. You begin to thrust your hips up to meet his, slowly at first until you and Sam reach a slow, smooth rhythm, a steady rhythm that makes you moan and bury your face in the side of his neck.

Taking advantage of the easy access, Sam nibbles, suckles and kisses the warm, flushed skin on your neck and shoulder, trying his best not to leave any visible questioning marks on your body.

You lift one of your legs and wrap it around his waist and slide your hand down to his firm ass, gripping it tightly, The slight position shift lets you take him deeper inside of you, the warm velvet skin surrounding him entirely, making him grunt. The wiry hair surrounding Sam’s hard member tickles against your engorged clit with every deep thrust Sam makes. You let out a sighing whine as you feel his deep, fluid thrusts with a vibrant intensity. Every inch of skin to skin contact inside you lighting up a new part of your brain, a new synapsis that makes sensations feel like the manifestations of bright, bold colors. Greens, blues, reds bubble and pop like boiling water with each roll of Sam’s hips, each thrust of his cock. It brought out the carnal, hedonistic side of you.

“Harder, Sam,” You breathe into his ear.

Sam releases his lips from your neck and raises his head. A film of sweat covers his face, the hair at the base of his neck damp under your hand.

“Huh?” He asks in a husky, borderline breathy voice.

“You can go harder.”

Sam smiles down at you greedily before he crushes his lips against yours. You can feel the pace of his bucking hips quicken, Sam thrusting into you faster, harder at your request. You arch your hips and rock them in time with his, matching his motions with such synchronicity, you would swear the two of you had been doing this for years. Despite being inside you, you feel as if you still aren’t close enough to him, an urgency to feel the hotness of his firm chest against yours and his stubble scraping against your skin. You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Holding onto his back, you can feel the muscles of his shoulderblades tighten and shift under your fingertips, and the sheer pleasure of feeling the muscle mechanics of his fucking makes you dig your nails in, leaving small red crescents.  

Guess I’m doing somethin’ right. Sam dips his head and takes one of your nipples between his lips, tugging at it earnestly. You release your grip on his back, letting your arms drop to the bed. Sam suddenly sits back on his knees and grabs your hips, pulling them roughly towards him, making you gasp. His pace refuses to relent despite the change in position. He slides his hands under your ass, raising your hips to meet with his. The angle change hits all the right spots, making your eyes fly open.

“Dear God! Holy fuck, Sam!” You say with a breathy chuckle of shock, still amazed at what a difference a little change makes. You dig your heels into the mattress, lifting yourself off the bed, the leverage letting Sam have complete control of the pace. You watch as he leans his head back and closes his eyes, muttering an 'oh fuck’ under his breath.

You can’t help but grin. Even with Sam saying this was all about you, you still wanted him to enjoy himself. You had always heard the old saying that no one was good at it their first time having sex, but you didn’t want Sam to hate it either. Seeing him swear to himself, definitely put your mind at ease.

You can feel the shift in your body, the move from enjoyment and pleasure to an electric state, every nerve on end starting to build and drive you home to your climax. You close your eyes and run your hands over your breasts, tweaking your nipples between your fingers, the pink nubs now even more sensitive, each graze and pinch making your pussy throb.

Sam hears you moan and looks down. The sight of you touching yourself sends him closer to the edge. Godddamn she’s sexy, watchin’ her do that. And fuck does she ever feel good.  

Dial it back Drake, if you’re gonna do this for her, you do it the right way. Sam slows his pace, his thrusting backed down from a borderline frenzied fuck to a sweet and steady slide. You let your hips drop with his tempered motions as he stills himself inside you all together.

You lick your lips, your shallow breaths making them dry and tacky.

“What?” You ask, wondering if his sudden change was a signal you just weren’t understanding.

Sam grabs your right hand and brings it to his lips.

“Nothin’, Sweets,” he tells you with a content smile, giving the pads of your fingers a kiss, his lips flushed and warm to match the rest of him. Waiting a beat, Sam takes the tips of your fingers in his mouth, giving them a quick suck as you feel his tongue move over them.

Different, you think to yourself for a second.

“I just wanna make sure you come for me,” Sam says before he takes your hand and places it between your own legs, guiding your fingers to your swollen, sensitive clit.

I didn’t think I could get any more turned on until Sam Drake told me he wanted me to come for him, you think as you feel your hormone-fueled blood surge, your face red, radiating heat and shining with perspiration.

Sam starts to rock his hips again, slowly. Gentle movements of only mere millimeters, letting your body get used to the motion once again. Your fingers in his hand, he pushes them forward, making you stroke your clit up and down. Sam’s rocking turns into a solid thrust, his hips firmly meeting yours as he glides smoothly in and out of your hot pussy, the head of his hardness sliding between your lips but never losing contact before plunging into you again. You take control and run your fingers in circles over your clit. As much as you were enjoying Sam’s tutorial, you were well versed in how to make yourself come.

Feeling your fingers change course under his, Sam takes his hand away. Taking hold of your knees, he spreads your legs wider, letting himself sink deeper inside you and allowing him a fantastic view of you playing with yourself, as well as his cock pistoning in and out between your slick lips. Sam feels the coil inside him tugging, winding tighter and closing in on its limit before its inevitable release. Sam groans and looks at your eyes, knowing if he watches anymore, this is going to end sooner than he’d like.

You can feel your orgasm building inside you. The feeling of Sam’s cock driving into your wet pussy is sending every nerve ending on your body into hyperdrive. Especially your clit. Even the smallest motions pull a ping of pleasure directly to your brain, giving your movements an urgency that Sam can feel and responds by picking up the pace.

“Mmmm, Sam,” You moan.

“Come for me Sweets,” His words almost a command to you with panting breaths.

The familiar feel of your fingers circling your clit. The unfamiliar but no less amazing feeling of Sam’s shaft pistoning inside of you, caressing your walls and reaching depths and angles that you yourself couldn’t copy. The mixture of motions starts to send you to a whole different level of orgasm.

“Oh, god, Sam. Sam…,” You pant. Sam’s name transforms from a chant to a rhythmic moan, your voice growing louder as you reach your peak.

Your orgasm hits you hard, sending your hips skyward, your hand gripping the green sheets of your mattress as you cry out in indescribable ecstasy.

Sam feels your pussy tighten around his cock as you come, the firm grip of your muscles rushing him quickly to the precipice. He leans down and buries his face in your shoulder, thrusting himself inside you hard and fast, driving himself towards his own orgasm as he draws out your own. You grab him and hold him close, your legs wrapping around his waist as his loud thrusting grunts mix with your moan as he comes hard inside of you. You can feel the tremble of his body as you hold him, enjoying the blissful feeling of his hard, shaking body and the pulsating of his cock inside of you as his orgasm subsides.

You release your grip around him as he raises his head. Both of you panting heavily. Sam searches your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, happy to find nothing but a blissful goofy smile across your lips. The haze of hormones and sex dissipates as you both have the inevitable moment. The moment where internally, both parties say to themselves, 'I can’t believe we just did that.’

“Hi there,” Sam says with a chuckle.

“Hi,” The word drawn out with a giggle like that of a person in a happy high.

“You okay?”

“My toes are numb,” You respond, a content smile on your face as you wiggle your toes.

“In this case, I think we can take that as a good thing,” He says, slipping out of you and rolling onto his back next to you.

The two of you lay together in comfortable silence, your bodies coming down in the afterglow that comes after a session of lovemaking.

Sam puts a hand behind his head, giving his back a stretch.

“So, everything you thought it would be?” He asks, his fingers on his free hand lackadaisically playing with yours.

“I didn’t hate it.”

“You 'didn’t hate it’? Pfft,” Sam retorts with mock offense.

“I definitely understand what all the hubbub is about,” You conclude.

“You sounded like you were enjoying things,” Sam says.

“Yeah, that would be an understatement.” You tell him, the comment bringing that shit-eating grin to his face that you adore so much. You roll over and rest your chin on the edge of his chest.

“Thank you,” You tell him with a sincere smile.

“My pleasure Sweets. Literally,” He says, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Well, now that you’ve fucked me, you got one more thing you need to do,” You solemnly warn him, raising yourself up on your elbows.

Oh, Jesus, now what? Sam thinks to himself.

“And what would that be?” He asks eyes narrowed in confusion and more than just a little trepidation.

“Feed me. Let’s get tacos.”

Two days had passed since Sam had come over and taken you to bed as you walked through the door to the office run by Sam and your Uncle Sully. Sully was in the back, phone to his ear. Cigar in one hand and coffee pot in the other, it was a comforting sight. Sam sat at his desk, his large frame slouched down in the worn office chair, his big boots resting on the corner of the desk as he read the paper. As you walked to the small table that served as your desk, Sam gave you a quick smile and went back to his paper.

Good, not weird. You think to yourself happily as you set down your messenger bag. Atop the stack of old books that were serving as research material for your latest project was a note. The folded piece of paper bulged in the middle. Grabbing the letter, the mysterious item tumbled out, landing with a hard whack on your desk. You recognized the handwriting on the note instantaneously.

Just in case you need something to suck on again. I might have something else too. Hope you get the hint. - Sam. P.S. Burn this fucking note before Sully sees it.

You can feel your ears begin to burn and you just know your face is turning red with embarrassment as you crumple the note in your fist and stuff it in the pocket of your dark pants. You see Sam peek out from behind his paper as your eyes dart around furiously. Sully is still roaring into the phone, the secret of Sam’s note safe. You reach down and pick up Sam’s present. You snort a laugh and roll your eyes as you hear Sam chuckle behind the newsprint.

“Really?” You ask him incredulously.

Sam just gives you a smile and a laugh chock full of mischief and innuendo before he ducks his head back behind his paper.

You set it down in full view on the corner of your desk for safekeeping. You never know when you might want a taste of Sam’s cherry-flavored Blow Pop.

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[allthings-fantasy]

One Call Away

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1970

Warnings: smut, impala sex, dirty talk, language, fingering, unprotected sex, dean being really good at sex

AuthorsNote: I posted this this morning with a gif of shirtless Dean (you could only see his back) and it got flagged and I just now noticed... So I hope this one doesn’t get flagged either. ANYWAYS happy reading!!

You almost didn’t hear your phone buzzing from the passenger seat over the rain pelting against the windshield. Keeping one hand on the wheel, you blindly reached over in search of your cell. Fumbling, you answered it and pressed it against your ear. “Hello?” 

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, making your brows furrow. “Uh, hello?” 

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the line was the least thing you were expecting. It’s been two months since you last heard from him.

Your brows shot up, suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. Shifting up in your seat, you eased off the petal a little bit.“Dean? Hi, uh, what are you up to?” You wanted to slap yourself in the forehead. What kind of stupid teenage question was that?

He scoffed and mumbled something about another hunt. “I can hear you driving, where are you heading to?” 

You chuckled and glanced at the mile marker. “Just passing mile marker 76 on I-64. You need something?” The question you asked had a double meaning, both of you knew what you were asking without having it say it. 

“You’re about three hours away… mind making a pitstop? If you got other things going on, it’s good. I ca-”

“Dean, stop. You know I’m here for you, just send me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Your lips tugged into a small smile at the thought of seeing him again. Not that you’d ever speak the words, but you missed him. 

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A little less than three hours later you were pulling into the Red Moon Motel, throwing your Mustang into park beside Baby. Before you could even get the ignition off, door number 23 opened with Dean quickly making his way out of the room. 

Your face split into a shit eating grin as he walked over to your window and tapped a knuckle against it. “Howdy, cowboy.” 

Dean smiled and nodded his head. “Let’s take my car, backseat is bigger.” His eyebrows wiggled before opening your drivers door for you. You giggled and jumped from your seat, the two of you heading for the Impala like a couple of rebellious teens. 

Sliding in the passenger seat, you barely waited until he was out of the parking lot before sliding yourself against his side. Dean smirked and lifted his right arm, letting it fall around your shoulders. “You eager or something, sweetheart?” 

Your fingers froze on his thigh, pausing to look up at him with an eyebrow raised. “You called me, remember?” 

He shrugged and looked at you for a moment before back at the road. “Maybe I just wanted a nice talk.” 

“Ha! Still as funny as ever, Winchester.” Your fingers continued to travel up the length of his thigh, moving your lips closer to his neck. The smell of leather and whiskey filled your nose and you were ready to melt. 

With a small kiss at the base of his neck had goosebumps raising across his skin. Dean shifted in his seat when your fingers traced the outline of the growing bulge in his jeans. “Baby, there’s a spot I’m trying to get to but if you don’t let up we’re gonna end up on the side of this highway.” You released a groan and placed one more kiss against his neck before giving him his space. 

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The drive only lasted another fifteen minutes before Dean was pulling onto a dirt path that lead to a small clearing in the middle of the woods. When he shut Baby off, he gave you a quick wink before getting out of the drivers door, leaving it open for you, and opening the backseat. 

You laughed and quickly followed him, shutting the back door behind you. Your mouth opened to say something, but was quickly cut off by Dean’s lips. The sudden movement made you gasp before quickly melting against him. His fingers found your hair at the base of your neck and tugged slightly till he could get better access to your neck. 

“Thought you wanted to talk?” He growled against your skin before taking a small nip at your neck. His other hand gripped at your hip and pulled you into his lap. 

He tasted the same as he always did, and it was something you were becoming more and more fond of. For the past two years this had become a routine for the two of you. A simple phone call and a drive had you releasing whatever built up tension burning inside. Both of you agreed this is all the further your relationship could go, with both of you hunting it was just easier this way. 

Your fingers moved between your bodies in search of the button on his jeans. Dean moved his hand from your hip to grip your wrist, stopping your actions. “Slow down, sweetheart. Wanna take my time with you tonight.” 

Well that was a first. Your sessions were usually wham bam thank you ma'am and you were both on your separate ways. But you weren't going to argue with him, you'd take as much as him as you could get. His fingers dipping under your shirt brought you back to the present. Dean's lips only left your skin to peel the fabric from your torso. 

Hot breath fanned across your chest and his hands ran up your sides, resting his thumbs on the underside of your bra. A small moan left your lips when your hips rocked against his hard on. The seam of your jeans was causing heavenly friction between your legs, but you wanted more. 

Dean flexed his hips in time with yours and you could feel your slick growing between your thighs. In a matter of seconds, he had the two of you flipped and you were suddenly pinned against the back seat. You sighed at the feeling of his weight on top of yours, but his shirts were becoming an issue. 

His flannel came off with ease, but the t-shirt required a little more tugging. As soon as his black shirt was tossed somewhere in the front seat, Dean crashed his lips back to yours and worked your bra off. The kiss was hungrier this time, clashes of tongue and teeth. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Dean… please.” 

He smiled against your lips and fished for the fastening of your jeans, tugging your panties along with them down your legs. Dean sat back on his thighs to finish stripping you of your clothes and look at you sprawled out in front of him. You withered underneath his intense gaze, skin flushed and chest heaving from your heavy breaths. Your legs opened a little wider for him, a silent invitation for him to have his way with you. 

One hand started at your knee and softly traced until your inner thigh. His fingers ghosted around where you wanted him most before pulling back and doing the same with the other leg. A frustrated grunt left your lips and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look him in the eyes. “You just gonna keep staring or are you gonna do something?” 

You watched as he tried to suppress the smile on his face before bringing his hand down on you. His hand rested against your lower stomach while his thumb circled your clit. That smile finally broke through when he saw your thigh twitch. Leaning back over you, Dean let his lips ghost across yours. “That shut you up…” 

When he pressed his lips fully to yours two fingers filled you to the brim. A moan was muffled by Dean's mouth as his fingers picked up the pace. Vulgar sounds filled the small space as he fucked his fingers into the wetness of your pussy. 

A whine left your lips, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his hands. “C'mon baby. Wanna see you cum on my fingers.” Dean's hand shifted until his thumb was able to play with your clit again. 

With one last pump of his hands had you tipping over that sweet edge he pushed you towards, groaning his name. You fell limp under his touch, releasing another small moan as the waves of relaxation washed over you. Damn that man and his talented fingers. 

“Good girl.” Dean kissed your forehead and leaned back slightly, pulling his fingers from your cunt and dipping them into his mouth. He groaned around his own fingers before releasing them with a pop, “Taste even sweeter than I remember.” 

He quickly made work of his pants and boxers, his erection springing free. Holding the back of your knee, Dean spread your legs wider for him to settle between. One of his hands gripped the base of his cock, letting his tip run through your soaked folds. He paused for a moment, glancing up to your face, “You're still on the pill?” 

You giggled and nodded your head, wiggling your hips to keep him rubbing against you. “Thank God.” He groaned and leaned over your, holding his weight on the hand beside your head. Both of you moaned when he finally sunk inside of you. “Fuck, you're so tight. Always so fucking tight.” 

He smashed his lips to yours again before slowly rocking his hips. Dean always felt perfect inside of you, every thrust had the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. It didn't take long for him to pick up his rhythm. Each delicious thrust had moans spewing from your lips in desperation. 

Your nails dug into his back, silently begging him to go harder. You were close to that edge again and Dean knew it. His thrusts got sharper and his mouth got filthier. “Cum for me. Soak my fucking cock.” The string of murmured filth had you seeing stars. Your arms clung to him while you sobbed out your release, thighs shaking from the force of your orgasm. 

Dean groaned at the feeling of your release. “Fuck, I love you. Love this fucking pussy.” He thrust his hips harder against yours until he was pumping you full of his cum. Both of your bodies were covered in a layer of sweat, chests panting while trying to recover your breath. 

Dean placed a simple kiss against your lips and then your forehead. His arms situated until they were wrapped around you, flipping you over until you were laying on his chest. The action made you smile and you lifted your head to see him reach underneath the seat, pulling out a blanket. “What's that for?” 

He shrugged and unfolded it, tossing it over your naked bodies. Your brows were furrowed as he laid his head back, relaxing, before locking his arms around you. Dean Winchester did not cuddle you. Normally, he'd be helping you look for your bra about now. He opened one eye with an annoyed look. “Will you lay down? Just want to hold you for a little bit.” 

His eye closed before he saw your shocked expression. Him wanting to hold you wasn't a bad thing, just wasn't exactly what you were used to. Saying he loved you during sex? Yeah, that happened and was never spoken of again. But this? This felt way more intimate than that. 

With a soft sigh, you gave in. You rested your head against his chest and snuggled up against him, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. Even though the two of you were in the middle of nowhere, you didn't like the idea of your chest being on display. Your eyes started to drift close after placing a soft kiss on the center of his torso. Dean's arms gave you a small squeeze before you both slipped into sleep.

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It’s a Hard Love: part 2

I’m typing up what I wrote at work and I was able to edit this so here’s a post a lot sooner than I thought I’d get one out! 

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Enjoy! (Also yes, we all saw this “twist” coming a mile I way. I told you it was cliched! Haha)

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The morning sun came through the blinds and you slowly came out of your well earned sleep. Except the bed you were curled up in wasn't your bed; the sheets were too soft and not as colorful. The events of the night before came to you slowly. The bar, your friends not being able to come, meeting Billy. The last part had you remembering where you were and how the night had gone. You had gone home with him. When you looked out from under the blanket, you noticed that the bed was currently empty beside you. Unsure if you were glad about that or not, you slipped out of the bed and gathered your clothes. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom so you made your way to it so that you could dress and do your business. When you were done, you examined yourself in the reflection of the mirror. You didn't look different, didn't feel different. It was your first one night stand and you felt like you'd come out on top. (And on the bottom and at one point on the side. Billy was very athletic.) As you crossed the threshold of the bedroom and into the living room, you were startled by a noise in the kitchen. It was an open floor plan so you had to only take a few steps to be able to see what caused the sound.

Billy wore a white tshirt and some dark jeans as he stood at the stove. You let your eyes wander for a moment before his voice broke you out of your stupor. "Do you have to sneak out now or can you stay for breakfast?" You winced in embarrassment, even if he wasn't looking at you, and slid over to the island. He had already placed a few bowls of fruit, some coffee, and some juice on the table so you picked one of the stools and watched him from your spot. "I didn't realize... well, that's to say I've never some something like this." At Billy's amused look, you rushed to explain. "I mean I've had... relations but never with someone like you. I mean a stranger." The good news was that Billy seemed amused by your fumbling. The bad news was you had a feeling it had just begun. Billy placed the plate before you and you ducked your head to hide your smile. He laughed at your response and you made a show of taking a bite of the omelet. "So is breakfast a usual part of this situation?" Billy laughed as he joined you at the island. He sat on the stool next to you and speared a grape onto his fork as he gestured to you. "Do I look like an authority in this kind of situation?" You smiled coyly and used your own fork to gesture at you in turn. "I'm hedging my bets that you've had your fair share of one night stands." Billy smirked and took a long sip of his coffee before he let out an exaggerated sigh. "If you're asking if I make breakfast for all my partners, the answer is no. Mostly because I usually don't bring them here." "Oh," you sang with a grin. "You're one of those guys who stays with a girl and slips out while she's asleep, aren't you?" You remember your friend Victoria complaining about guys doing that to her in college. And Sara had said that even Isaac had done it once to her, except they had a class together and she was able to hunt him down for a second date. Now they were married with two kids so apparently sometimes it does work out. Billy tried not to smile but you knew he wanted to. You shook your head but he held up a hand and pointed at you. "Wait a minute, weren't you the one that was going to sneak out of here this morning?" "Oh come on," you said with a laugh. "You weren't asleep. I didn't know if you were even still here." Billy laughed as well and you found yourself staring at his smile. The night before at the bar you had thought maybe you had somehow talked him up to yourself, that in the light of day he wouldn't be so great. Except you had him in front of you and he was witty, attractive, and a really good cook. While you were distracted, Billy leaned forward to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Be honest; if I had been asleep next to you, would you have snuck out?" You eyed Billy carefully as you thought about how to answer that. If you woke up knowing that he was this guy, you would have gone back to sleep. However in the harsh light of day right after a one night stand? You had to answer honestly. "Yes, but I would have left a note with my number." He tugged on your hair until you leaned to meet him. His lips dragged against yours and made your heart speed up. It was a gentle tease more than a kiss and you wondered if you should deepen it. Instead you leaned back just enough to be able to look into his dark eyes. "The real question is if you usually don't bring a girl here, if you've patented the 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' routine, then why am I here eating this wonderful breakfast?" He squinted his eyes at you before he pulled fully back and raked a hand through his hair, a smile still on his lips. This time the smile almost seemed self deprecating. "A friend once said something to me, years ago, about quality over quantity." "There's a compliment in there somewhere. Or at least I hope there is." Billy groaned and got up so that he could spin you on the stool and stand directly in front of you. He used his hands on your hips to urge you forward until you were on the edge of the seat of the stool. Like that, your legs on either side of his hips, you found yourself face to neck with him. He tipped your face up so that he could press his lips against yours once more. "I like you. You're fun to talk to, smart, and attractive." Here he skimmed one of his hands down your side to tuck into your back pocket. "I thought it would be a good idea to get to know you." "You met me in a bar Billy. What if I was a murderer, or a thief, or a stalker? Or, I don't know, what if I poked holes in the condoms?" Billy laughed once more, this time against your lips, and you felt yourself smiling back to him. His smiles were infectious. "You met me in a bar Y/N. What if I was any of those types of person?" When you rolled your eyes, he tilted his head and bit down on your bottom lip for a moment. "It can go both ways." You nodded and tried to fight back the smile but the moment that he saw it, Billy dove in for a kiss. He pulled away long enough to mumble "Goddamn I could get used to this" before he gave into the kiss again. Before you could respond to that, although that response would probably be to agree, a metallic tone broke out of the quiet. It was your phone. You mumbled a quick sorry between kisses before you hopped off the stool to go answer it. It was in your purse so you dug it out and quickly opened the most recent message. I stayed with George last night and locked myself out of the apartment. I have to go to work in a few hours, are you home? "Shit," you muttered as you quickly typed up a response. I'll be there soon. Knowing Melissa, she'd have questions, but maybe she'd be too tired after another shift at the hospital to ask them. "Hot date?" Billy asked and oh God you'd almost forgotten that you were in his living room. "My roommate left her key and needs to get in. I've got to go." As you bent down near the door to slide on your shoes, you turned to see Billy doing the same. "No, it's okay, I can walk." At Billy's look, you grabbed his hand and smiled. "Seriously. We aren't far from the bar, right? I walked there. Besides, it's Sunday and I live near some churches. It would take longer to get there in a car." "Can I see you again?" You smiled at Billy and held your hand out for his phone. He unlocked it and hit a few buttons until it was open to the contact page so that you could enter your information. You entered in your name and number before you saved it and quickly called yourself. "There; I have your number, you have mine. No reason for us not to be able to get together again some day soon." Billy took the phone back and tugged you to him, content to kiss you and explore your mouth instead of remarking. You tucked your own phone into your pocket and reached up to grasp at his hair while you kissed. Slowly you pulled away because as amazing of a kisser as he was, and he really was, you did have to get home. He held the door open and didn't shut it until you were in the elevator and on your way down to the main floor. As you walked the streets on your way home, you couldn't help but marvel at your luck. You went home with a great guy that wanted to casually see if you could become more. On top of that, you got your first real, full time office job as a secretary. Well, administrative assistant, you thought with a grin. Although, no matter how great Billy was, your job came first. That was a boundary you were going to set for yourself. You were excited to start at your new job. What was the company's name again? Oh, right. Anvil.

Part 3

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Dean Winchester/Reader ❧ Sweet Apology

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/OFC Word count: 3250 | Chapter 2 of 3 Warnings: None for this chapter Tags: Fluff & Smut, a smidge of Angst; Misunderstandings; Porn with Feelings; Arguing; Reader has a crush on Dean Summary: The plan was to watch a movie in Dean’s room, but without Sam to help her feel less awkward, it’s no surprise that she ends up saying something stupid - and make Dean think she dislikes him, of all things, when she has a gigantic crush on the guy. They start yelling at each other, soon enough they’re kissing, and then - well, Dean’s bed gets put to good use. It kind of sucks, though, that as soon as they’re done Dean puts his clothes back on leaves her like nothing happened. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Well, not really. He’s just absolutely clueless. I swear, if these two don’t open their mouths and talk…

Beta’d by @mostly-shawn - Thank you so much for the help and the brainstorming session

Read on Ao3 | Chapter One | Chapter Three coming soon! 

It’s been two days, and she still can’t stop feeling…used.

She loathes using that term for something like this. Having incredible sex with the man that she loves shouldn’t, in any circumstance, make her feel so empty and cold – and yet, here she is. Rationally, she knew from the start that Dean isn’t in love with her; it’s not like she was living in a fairytale land where they would fall in bed together and never leave each other. It doesn’t sound much like the Dean she knows, anyway.

She angrily pours some sugar into her teacup, stirring the honey–brown liquid for far too long, trying to distract herself from her line of thought. She fails miserably. It’s just – the sex was not the problem, she wants to make that clear: it was good, it was with Dean, it probably ruined her for any other man. But he left. He left her immediately, when her emotions were still so raw and close to the surface she just wanted to curl under his weight to hide. She drinks down a scalding sip of tea, reminding herself not to be so stupid. Jody needed help, of course he had to go! So… where’s the problem, then? What has left her shaky and feeling ill at ease in her own skin? “He seemed happy”, she answers herself. Dean put his clothes back on, winked at her and walked out of the room, all with a smile on his face. He didn’t even kiss her goodbye, which she’s pretty sure is common courtesy even between strangers who hooked up. How? How could Dean have had such a drastically different experience that he was happy he could immediately hop off the bed and go, no problem?

Hell, she’s heard from other women how damn sweet he is in bed! A barista from a pub close to the bunker saw her looking with moon eyes at Dean and encouraged her to shoot her shot with him ‘cause, and she quotes, “I know he looks all mean and rough, but he’ll treat you like you’re the only woman he has ever wanted.” Another girl, a hunter she spent some time with researching for a case, confessed that the sex was awesome – but the way he couldn’t stop touching her everywhere, for the entire night, was even better.

So, yeah, had Dean been pissed off that he needed to leave immediately, she would have been fine. Some longing in his eyes, a “fucking werewolves” muttered under his breath… anything, really, and right now she wouldn’t feel like a toy he played with and then threw in the trash. And that thing he said, about how he “missed the feeling”, and how he “always forgets how good it is”: very nice words to hear in the heat of the moment, and she admits she found them very fluttering when he murmured them with his lips pressed on her skin.   But now, in the cold of the bunker’s kitchen, they are just points added to the ‘He Wanted To Get Laid And You Were Conveniently There’ list.

Well, there’s at least one silver lining.   She passes a hand to her neck and feels the familiar ache of pressing on a bruise – Dean left some marks. Hickeys, from under her jaw down to her breasts, an angry purple that is slowly fading away. Sometimes she runs to the bathroom just to see herself in the mirror – and some may call them ugly and trashy, some would even be pissed he left them there in the first place…but she honestly doesn’t give a fuck. They’re a physical reminder of what happened, a proof that Dean wanted her and was as carried away as she felt.   She loves them. They’re helping her feel a bit less lonely.

Which is, in her opinion, why what’s about to happen happens. Just to add insult to injury.

Hours after she’s done with her tea, she hears the main door to the bunker open and someone who’s by far too silent to be the Winchesters come down the stairs. Sure enough, it’s Castiel.   (And she’s still struggling with the whole “angels are real” concept, by the way, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Castiel? Hi, Sam and Dean are not here”, she says when he arrives to the war room. His whole existence is so baffling to her, her brain kind of forgets that she’s usually awkward as fuck around men. She can almost have a normal conversation with the guy. “I know”, he replies, voice gruff but kind. “I’m here to retrieve some ingredients for a spell, Dean informed me you would be home. He said to, uh, ‘check how you’re doin’.” She smiles at how squinty Cas gets as he repeats Dean’s words. “I’m doing great, thank you”, she says. You know, like a liar, pops up in her brain in John Mulaney’s voice. “You okay?” “Yes, I’m well, thank you – but you have some bruises on your neck, do you want me to heal them?” Uh oh. “Mh? No, no, I mean–” Can’t he recognize they’re hickeys? “They’re nothing, you don’t need to waste, uh, energy or whatever.” "It’s only going to take a second, it’ll be painless”, Castiel explains, and before she can find some valid excuse he’s already put two fingers on her forehead. A pleasant tingling down her spine later, aches she didn’t even know she had are gone. She’s sure she doesn’t even have a chipped nail anymore, let alone hickeys on her neck – which shouldn’t be so damn sad to think about, and yet.

“There, all done”, Castiel says with a small smile tugging at his lips. And because she like him, and it was objectively a very nice thing of him to do, she smiles back warmly. “Thank you, Cas. I feel better.” She said, you know, like a li- yes, okay, thank you brain, we get it. “You’re welcome”, and he’s off to take the bone of a virgin nun or something from the basement. Man, spells are weird.  

And she misses Dean. What else is new?

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“Sammy, get on with it–”

Sam slaps him on the arm, still fumbling with the bunker’s key. “Dude, we slept like four hours, give me a break – ok, there you go, it’s open.” Dean wrestles his way through the door first, more to annoy his brother than anything. He’s actually feeling pretty good all things considered: the case went well and nobody got hurt, which is all he asks for. He’s just excited to be back home, is all.

Okay, yeah, and he’s excited to see her again.

Both Jody and Sam teased him for three days straight because his eyes kept glazing over every time her name came up in conversation. Dean had made the mistake of admitting to Sam how exactly the “movie marathon” was going when he picked him up to go to Jody – queue the continuous Dean–has–a–crush jokes. Thank fuck Claire wasn’t on the hunt with them, or he wouldn’t have survived her added teenage snark.

He realizes that Sam was just happy that he stopped moping after her, but still – leave the guy some dignity.

“Sam, it’s your turn to unpack this stuff” – he pats the bag he just put on  the war room table – “and clean the weapons.” His brother stifles a yawn just to shoot a heartfelt “...dude” in his direction. “It’s so your turn, Dean”. “Yes, but I’m still pissed you cockblocked me the other day.” “You said you guys were already done!” Dean scoffs. “What, you think I would have stopped at one round?” “Okay, no,” Sam says, noise scrunched up while he shrugs off his jacket. “TMI, Dean, come on.”

He’d deserved a too–graphic retelling, to be honest, but she’s also Sam’s friend and he doesn’t want to embarrass her just to get back to his brother. Also, it was, you know…kind of special for him, too, and he’s not one to kiss and tell.

Well. Not this time, at least.

Dean has had a soft spot for that girl for a while. She’s unlike any other woman he got to know during the years – the hunter life makes for a completely different personality, more brass and outgoing; and apart from various female hunters he’s met in his life, the other women have been mostly one night stands. It’s not like he knew them, not for real. Meanwhile, she’s more on the shy side (which by the way he finds adorable, especially when she’s doing research for a hunt and stays huddled up with her books for hours. Very sexy librarian of her); a calming presence, level–headed and serene when a lot of things in his life keep falling apart. She reminds him of Charlie, sometimes, especially when she shows what she’s truly passionate about and gets a bit nerdy. He thought the similarities would make for a painful reminder that Charlie is gone, but with time it just made him more fond of her.

He wishes, though, that he didn’t need Sam as a constant buffer between the two of them when they hang out. Dean has learned more about her by listening in to her conversation with his brother than any time it was only the two of them. He’ll admit that was starting to be bitter about it, and that’s why he snapped at her the other day – but thankfully things worked out great. Really great. Like, super great. He’s still riding that high.   Admittedly, the fact that they got interrupted before a much-deserved cuddle session (and he’ll shoot you if you go around telling people he’s a cuddler) sucked, but he left happy knowing that they could make up for lost time when he came back.

God, she’s smoking hot. The moment when he slid off her panties down the curve of her ass played in his mind in repeat often during the hunt, keeping him distracted during the boring witnesses’ interviews.   Jesus Christ, he swears the way she arched her back when she was finally naked was the hottest part…Oh, perfect, now he’s getting hard in his jeans just thinking about it–

“Dean.” Sam throws to his face one of his dirty flannel shirts taken from their bag. “You’re done for, man. Gross. Go say hi to her!”

Yeah, he’s gonna do just that. She’s probably in the library, that’s her favorite spot.

And while he appreciates Sam’s support, he flips him off anyway while he leaves the room.

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Dean enters the library and immediately spots her on an overstuffed armchair, wearing headphones and scrolling on her phone. The bobbing of her head in time with the music explains why she hadn’t heard them arrive.

He takes a moment to observe her from afar, his eyes falling on the curves of her bare legs. It runs hotter in this area of the bunker, and she’s down to shorts and a tank top. Fuck, he’s missed her.

Dean decides to sneak up on her from behind, 'cause he’s a bit of an asshole and he wants to scare her, and when he’s close enough he sneaks an arm around her shoulders. She immediately jumps up with a yelp, and he takes one of her headphones out before planting a wet kiss on her neck. “Dean, holy shit”, she pants when she recognizes him, “what the hell?” He laughs while he goes to stand in front of the armchair. “We just got back. Sorry, it was the perfect opportunity to do that.” “Sam would never.” It’s obviously supposed to be a joke, but there’s an edge to her voice that makes him frown. “Yeah, well, Sam’s boring like that. Is – is everything okay?” She gives him a tight-lipped smile, so very different from the warm, inviting one she usually reserves for him.

Dean’s confused, to stay the least. He thought she let go of the awkwardness around him somewhere between kissing and telling him a detailed fantasy of how she wanted to fuck him in a diner’s bathroom. I mean, there’s no coming back from that…right?

Maybe she doesn’t know where we stand now, Dean thinks. It’s not like we had time to talk about it. And actions speak louder than words, in his opinion, so he ducks down to kiss her. She stays frozen for a second, the leather of the chair creaking under her grip. Dean cups her jaw to angle her face better, and she kind of…melts into him, warm lips moving on his. Dean’s heartbeat quickens the more she responds to him – he can feel it shaking his chest under the layers of cotton and flannel.   He sinks to his knees in front of her, tugging on her legs until she’s sitting on the edge of the chair, caging him between her knees. He breaks off the kiss to attach his lips to her neck – and, wait, didn’t he leave some marks there? He remembers getting, uh, a bit carried away, last time. She didn’t seem to mind, though… Maybe they already healed. Whatever, he has other things to focus on.

“Dean”, she says, and sinks her hands in hair. He sighs at the feeling of her fingertips on his scalp, and he loses focus of what he’s doing. “Dean, wait a second–” Her grip turns less kind, and he gets the hint. He sits back on his haunches but leaves his hands on her thighs. “Yeah?” “I– Dean, I can’t do this again.” He blinks, surprised at the sudden shift in mood. She looks so damn uncomfortable he has the urge to hug her, but he sets his hands on his lap instead. Did he do something wrong? He knew he would fuck things up eventually, but not so soon. “We don’t have to do anything now, sweetheart,” he reassures her. Maybe he came off too strong. “You’re not feeling okay?” "That’s not really the problem. Last time” – she avoids his gaze, looking down at her hands – “last time wasn’t good for me.”

It’s like she dumped freezing water on his head. He thought – he thought the sex had been awesome, and now she tells him she didn’t enjoy it? But she came, he thinks, immediately followed by maybe she faked it – which, ugh. Oh God. He’ll drive straight into the ocean. “I thought–” he starts, face burning up in mortification. He even told Sam they were amazing together, and that he couldn’t wait to do more – earning a “spare me the details” from his brother.  "Well, nevermind. I’ll leave you to your music”, he grumbles.

He’s not making this any better, is he? It’s just – what the fuck is he supposed to say? Something mature, probably. Not his forte.

She opens her mouth, but Dean stands up before she can say anything – he doesn’t want to hear her soften the blow with some excuse. “I’ll see you at dinner”, he quickly adds while he dusts off his pants. And then, bruised ego in tow, he leaves the room.

As he hurries down the hall, he can’t help thinking back to what he did differently, with her, that didn’t work like it always has on other women.

Of course, he knows that everyone is different, that there isn’t a universal how-to guide for pleasing a woman in bed…but still, he did pick up a thing or two during the years. Dean would like to think that he got way better than his first time stumbling in bed with a girl, back when he was seventeen, arrogant but unbearably self–conscious under all the bravado.

He did the things that he usually does, warming her up before the main event, going at her pace 'cause he knows that it takes girls longer to really get into it. And he likes drawing things out – the undressing, the exploring of each other’s body; letting the desire turn desperate and all-encompassing. So? What was the problem?

He thinks about it some more, losing himself in the memories from time to time, but then his steps falter as he remembers something. Which is that he did, in fact, skip one of his favorite steps: he didn’t eat her out. He forgot, alright? He was worked up because of all the arguing and the kissing and the weeks of tension between them before that…and she was so wet and responsive, he let it get to his head, and then…then…

Arrived to his room, Dean glares at the door like it stole his money and scratched his car. When he yanks it opens it creaks, offended at the rough treatment. As he face-plants into his bed, he wishes he could make a similar sound that to properly express what he’s feeling at the moment. He’s so fucking embarrassed that he gave this girl – that he’s genuinely interested in, that has always been kind to him, that he lives with and has to see every day – less attention than he would a one-night stand.

But the problem, he reasons, can’t possibly be only his lack of cunning linguistics – as his smartass, clever-world-play lover of a brother once called it – even though he’s sure it helped lessen the overall experience for her.

Well, there was also a moment where he accidentally hurt her – but it was just the position, he probably went too deep, and he knows damn well that the first time with someone you’re bound to fumble, to have some awkward moments. That’s why he was excited to be with her again: he doesn’t have the opportunity to try a second time very often. They could get better, fall in tune with each other until it all becomes natural and effortless and good.

Yes, the thrill of the first time, of something new, is amazing – but the times that he got to feel the familiarity seep in, to see that sense of performing instead of just enjoying disappear…? God, he wants that again. He hoped– Well, nevermind what he hoped. If she doesn’t want him anymore, good riddance. The only thing he prays for is that things won’t be oh so terribly tense between them. If nothing else, because Sam would get caught in the middle.

Then he remembers he left her with a “see you at dinner” –   which means he only has a few hours to decide if he wants to face this whole thing like a man, or just drive into the ocean like he was thinking about earlier.

He loves Baby too much to let her rot in the Atlantic, and that’s all that’s stopping him.

He groans in his pillow, defeated – give him a nest of vampires, and he’ll know how to deal with it. This whole mess? Not so much.

Taking a deep breath, he realizes the fabric still faintly smells of her – that flowery shampoo that she uses; the natural scent of her skin. Predictably, snapshots of how she looked tangled in his sheets flash behind his closed eyes, details soft and hazy in his memory. Despite everything, it makes him smile and snuggle deeper into the pillow.

“Oh my God. I have feelings for her”, Dean mumbles with his face still squished in the fabric. “Fuck my life.”

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