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   “So… King Thorax now, huh?” Muse teased the Changeling softly, having grown quite fond of him in his time in the Crystal Empire, “How’s royal life treating you? Are they being decent?”

Winner of the Moose Award for friendliest blogger

A/N: The oh so friendly @loveitsallineed won the Moose Award for friendliest blogger in mine and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Wayward Scandi Bitches Award. She requested a Dean x reader drabble including praise!kink, fucking against the wall and dirty talk. So that’s what I wrote;)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“You are such a good girl for me, aren’t you Y/N?” He whispered in your ear as he finally had you alone after watching you do research in the local library all damn day. It was evident that he found your thirst for knowledge sexy as hell.

His deep voice sent chills through your body, from your neck to the back of your thighs, as he pinned you against the wall of the motel room. A visible shiver running through you was all the answer Dean needed, and he let out a hearty chuckle at the effect he had on you. With one hand resting on the wall next to your head, he let the other push your thighs apart, so his hand could travel up under your dress. Goosebumps spread across the back of your thighs as he pushed the delicate fabric of your panties aside with two weathered fingers. As he eased his fingers between your soft folds, his lips found a particularly sweet spot on your neck and you moaned against his ear.

“You like how well I treat my girl?” Dean murmured against your neck, his breath ghosting over it, making you shiver yet again.

“Yes…” You moaned in response, his words adding to the sweet thrill of his fingers reaching your clit, making you have to struggle to stay upright against the wall.

“Good girl…” He groaned the praise in your ear, and you felt his words shoot electricity through your body, making the want pool between your folds. Nothing turned you on more than when Dean uttered those two simple words.

He massaged your clit in even, circular movements, his expert touch pushing you towards your climax faster than you’d expected it to. And when he let one hooked finger slide into your slick hole and started pumping it, brushing against your g-spot as he went, you really had no choice, but to come undone on his hand. Your sex was still feeling the aftershock of your orgasm, when you heard the unmistakable sound of Dean undoing his belt and fly, and he proceeded to help you rest your leg against his hip. In five short seconds the head of his perfect cock was teasing at your entrance. You braced yourself, grasping at the wall behind you, knowing you would lose your footing in the whirlwind of pleasure you knew was coming.

Dean however, had the solution to all your problems. As he slid slowly into you, his arm snaked around your waist. He held you tight as he fucked you into the wall, you grabbing onto his leather jacket in a desperate attempt to get him even closer, wishing you could feel his naked skin flush against yours. But for now, this was enough. Until round two at least. His big cock kept pumping into you, and soon you were closing in on your second orgasm.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He breathed into your ear, the low timber of his voice urging you closer to the edge, “Do you like how my big cock stretches your tight pussy?”

“Yes, Dean!” Your moan, more of a scream now, as you felt the coil snap deep in your gut, the pleasure washing over you and you arched your back away from the wall, making Dean hit you even deeper.

The contractions of your sex made Dean follow close behind, his cock twitching inside of you before he coated your walls with his warm cum. After pulling out, Dean scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom and got the shower running. Perhaps you’d get to feel his strong, naked body pressed against you tonight after all?

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Death Shroud
A lovely commission piece for a friendly neighborhood moose!~

I had actually done this as a $10 sketch, but after sorta, kinda, maybe accidentally deleting her messages from my tumblr inbox (@_@ Terribly sorry) and then miraculously finding the scrap paper with her address, I decided to make up for the blunder by upgrading her sketch to a complete watercolour!~

Came out nicely, if I do say so myself! I really enjoyed painting up this little necromancer!~

sillypsychoticneuroticdreams  asked:

YOU SHOULD MOVE TO CANADA

CANADA DOESN’T EXIST IT’S A GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY LEFT OVER FROM THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION THERE IS LITERALLY NO COUNTRY THERE JUST FOG BLOCKING YOUR VIEW IT’S ALL WATER THESE SO CALLED CANADIANS ARE CLEARLY THE RESULT OF EXPERIMENTATION ON SAILORS WHO GOT TRAPPED IN THE HELLWATERS OF THE CANADIA SEA

NOWHERE CAN BE THAT HAPPY AND FRIENDLY AND HEALTHY AND MOOSE-Y

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