Feel free to add more details to any of these when you’re prompting!
1. Post apocalyptic AU
2. Star Wars AU
3. Photography AU
4. Music AU
5. Time travel AU
6. Mosaic AU
7. Teleportation AU
8. Horse AU
9. Deserted island AU
10. Soulmate words AU
11. Fate AU
12. Spies AU
13. Tea AU
14. Random act of kindness AU
15. Blind date gone wrong AU
16. First aid AU
17. Enemies AU
18. Found via rainbow flag AU
19. Pomegranate (Persephone or just somehow including a pomegranate) AU
20. Literal heart stealing AU
21. Makeup advice AU
22. Royalty AU
23. Magical realism AU
24. Magical flowers AU
25. Soulmate (make up a mechanism and tell me!) AU
26. “I’m trying to trick you into thinking I stole the thirteenth floor button when actually the building went from twelve to fourteen and you didn’t notice” AU
27. Cowriting a story AU
28. Museum AU
29. Telepathy AU
30. [Based off a dream you’ve had] AU
31. Dreams AU
32. Baking AU
33. Hard of hearing AU
34. Soulmate colour AU
35. Reincarnation AU
36. [Tell me a point of divergence from canon] AU
37. KissCam AU
38. Rain AU
39. Movie (writing/producing/acting in) AU
40. [Your suggestion here] AU
Ok, i just feel i have to get this off my chest, especially for the younger/newer users on this site. Supercorp is /the/ most toxic fandom i have ever seen in the 5-6 years I’ve had this blog. I’d even say that some of them are worse than superwholock at the height of its popularity. I just don’t want younger users seeing this and thinking it’s normal, IT’S NOT! Please, please, please don’t use the the supercorp fandom as your basis for how to approach other fandoms. They bully and attack and have no regard for the well-being (mental or emotional) of people who don’t agree with them over a tv show. It’s pathetic and sad and i just hope it hasn’t affected too many young users
and to be honest you’re not even standing near each other for the first hour,,,,but as the dancing gets crazier you’re kind of pushed toward each other
and at some point you turn around to see this super cute boy with bright eyes and cute dyed hair and like ??? why not take him by the hands and dance with him???
and wonho is a little startled, but soon enough a shy smile plays on his lips and you’re both singing along and having a lot of fun!!!!
and it turns out wonho came with his friends minhyuk and changkyun but they’re lost in the crowd and you try to find your own friend but she’s long gone too
so at the end of the concert you tell wonho you’re going to go get something to drink and eat since the concert’s left you sweaty and hungry and you can see what wonho wants to ask
so you invite him to come along with!! that’s how you two end up eating fast food together ,,,, sharing the same drink because you both couldn’t scramble enough change to get two LOL
wonho is super sweet,,,,,,and you guys exchange numbers because you like the same music and you know it’s always fun to have another concert buddy!!!!
but the truth is,,,,,,you’d kind of felt a different spark that night,,,,,and so maybe you’ve always harbored a crush on wonho,,,,,
but c’mon how can someone not when wonho is the definition of handsome,,,,,but with the softest smile and heart you’ve ever seen on any boy ????? ever????
like sure you guys get wild together at concert but whenever you’re leaving wonho is telling you to drink water and if it’s chilly he always throws his jacket over your shoulders
and for some time you thought he felt the same way,,,,,,maybe,,,,,but the amount of people that hit on wonho when you two go out and the smiles,,,,,those soft smiles he hands out like candy,,,,,,you just don’t know
so you’re fine!!!! being his friend,,,,,it’s fine because you’re happy when he’s around and wonho always tells you that you never fail to make him laugh and feel good and that’s enough for now,,,,,,
until your birthday rolls around and you’re going to have a little party at a club with some friends and you invite wonho and ofc the moment he gets there,,,,,,,,he’s the center of attention
everyone is just eyes on him and you can only sadly chuckle to yourself because a lot of your friends have never met him and they’re all like hOW do you know this dude????? is he a demi-god???? what’s going on
but wonho doesn’t have those soft smiles for others anymore,,,,,,tbh he keeps looking at you and you’re wondering if maybe he wants to tell` you something????
and someone leans over to whisper into your ear that you’re so lucky! and you get confused but the person just points their glass at wonho and is like ‘id be dying if someone so gorgeous chose me out of the crowd!’
and you’re still??? like not getting it?????? but suddenly wonho is coming over
and you put on your happiest expression and hug him, thanking him for coming but he puts a hand on your waist and you’re like ??? and he’s like “is it ok if i talk to you alone?”
and wonho has never really looked,,,,so serious before and when he pulls you toward a darker corner you start to get worried
and you’re like wonho??? is everything ok??? and he just looks at you and for a moment,,,,you think he’s going to say something really really horrible
but he just ends up looking away and ?? you can’t tell because it’s dim but????? his ears seem to have gone red???
and you’re like wonho?? and he puts his hand over his mouth and murmurs that he can’t,,,he can’t say it and you’re like ?!!??! because whaT is going on,,,,,
and you’re like wonho,,,,what is it? and he’s like ‘im sorrry, im really sorry but you look so stunning tonight i don’t know what to say around you - i ,,,,, always get so s,,shy,,,,,,,’
and you’re like ??? but that’s a compliment it’s very sweet of you- and wonho is like IT’S,,,,,,,,not just a compliment,,,,,,it’s just,,,,,,i really like,,,,ive really liked you since we met and it’s just today i-
and you’re like,,,,,omg,,,,,,,,,,,is he??? confessing
and wonho is just like,,,,,,i,,,,,,,,,i see how many people here could also be with you and i don’t know if you’d choose me over-
and you just throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss
and wonho is shocked frozen until you feel the smile you love against your lips and he kisses back,,,,,,,,
and it’s magical with the sound of the clubs music muffled in the back and wonho’s arms around you ,,,,,,,,,,,
and at some point you know you should go back because they’re going to bring out a cake or something but you’re also super tempted to just take wonho and run away together for the rest of the night
and when you tell him wonho let’s out a shy giggle and kisses the side of your head and is like,,,,,ok let’s get the cake and then,,,,,,we can get out of here and go get fast food like when we meet the first time??
and you grin because that sounds like a perfect first date to you and wonho ,,,,,, no matter how many eyes are on him keeps looking at you because to him you shine the brightest,,,,no matter what
a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you
Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.
43. “Are you drunk?” Paperhat :3. I love your writing too. You're just amazing!!
“Are you drunk?”
Dementia stepped into Dr. Flug’s private quarters cautiously. She eyed the empty bottles of cheap beer scattered across the floor, and then her friend, who sat slumped over at his desk. Slowly, she picked her way over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder
“Flug are you-” Suddenly, Flug snapped to attention, nearly falling backwards out of his chair, and staring at Dementia through fogged up goggles. He stammered out,
“Wha? What are you… oh…” He reached up under his crinkled bag and rubbed at his eyes. “HEy, DementiA!”
“Ah jeez, Flug, how much did you drink?” Dementia asked. The doctor held his hand in front of his face and tried to count on his fingers.
“Uhh… one, two…. Three??? Four. Maybe 5?” he muttered. Then Flug lurched in his chair and stood up to face Dementia. “ ‘M not sure!”
Taking another look, Dementia noticed their were were only 3 beers that were actually empty on the floor; she sighed internally in relief.
“All right, how ‘bout you sit down and we can have a lil’ chat,” she said. Then she guided her friend back into his seat, and hoisted herself onto his desk. “Why’d you feel like drinking?”
Flug slammed him face down onto the desk with a loud THUNK, and groaned. His next ‘words’ sounded as if someone had managed to say a keyboard smash out loud, which caused Dementia even more concern.
“FLuuuuuuuggggg, what’s happening in that super smart noggin?” The doctor shifted so he could look the girl in the eye.
“Toooooo, many feeeeeelings, Dem,” Flug slurred.
“What KINDA feelings?”
“Heart stuff, like, bang bang in my chest and uhhhhhhhh, ya know?” Dementia was trying so hard not to laugh, but the way Flug was looking at her like he’d just revealed some big secret made her double over with laughter.
“You have a crush on someone!! Oh my gosh are you serious!? That’s why you’re drinking!!??” Even with his bag on, Dementia could tell that Flug was blushing, as the skin disappearing under the bag’s fringe was turning pink.
“I-its not f-funny DEM!” Flug shouted and folded his arms tightly across his chest like a pouty child. “I *hic* don’t want to feeeeeel things about him.”
“HIM!!!??? HIM!!!!!” Dementia jumped off the desk and began to bounce in front of Flug on tip-toe. Flug made that keyboard smash sound again, then promptly fell out of his chair and began to roll across the floor in no particular direction, just to get away from Dementia. She followed close behind. “Unless you’ve been getting out of the house Flug, which I KNOW you haven’t, there is ONE him in this house and-”
“StttoooooOOOOPP,” Flug groaned and slapped his hand up at Dementia’s face, then curled into tighter ball on the floor.
“I can’t believe this!”
“I’m gonna kill yah… and then ‘M gonna drown myself with drink.”
“No you’re not, silly! You and I are gonna swap stories about Blackhat now, and both reminisce over our mutual love for him! Although…” Dementia laid down and next to Flug and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Your ‘love’ is probably more genuine than mine, come to think of it. You’ve worked with him longer, know him better than any of us, and honestly sometimes I think I like him just cause he’s the only person around worth liking!” Flug glared at Dementia over his shoulder.
“I find that offensive, “ he huffed. Dementia made a gagging noise and then pushed him away from herself.
“That wasn’t meant to say you’re not worth liking, ya dolt. Just that you’re more like a brother to me or something,” she said. “Or like, you’re my best friend, and it would be weird to like you.”
“Yeah, whatever, Dem….” For a moment, Flug fell silent, as if he had snapped out of his slightly drunken stupor and become very much aware of what was happening all around him.
“What do you mean by all that though?” he asked quietly.
“Well, I guess I mean what you’d probably have a chance with Blackhat. I mean, I see the way that he looks at you after filming, when you’ve gotten hurt in some way? He seems worried, and he always tells 5.0.5 to check on you. A few times, I’ve even caught him checking in on you’re while you sleep, or carrying you to your room if you crash in the lab. He’s gentle in those moments, and I never see him like that anywhere else, or with anyone else.” Dementia crawled over Flug’s prone body to curl up facing him.
“You see, he acts really tough, but I’ve seen him with genuine fear in his eye over losing you. That one time you got kidnapped and held for ransom, he acted cool and collected when giving 5.0.5 and I instructions, but I saw him tearing apart everything in his room afterwards in rage. He… he almost killed me when he learned that I had failed to protect you…but you see, I know he cares for me too, ‘cause he didn’t. And later, when we got you back, he patted me on the back and said ‘you’re forgiven, but don’t let that happen again.” Dementia rolled onto her back, so he didn’t have to see the way that Flug was staring at her through his goggles.
“Now, you may say that Black hat just cares about you because you make him money, but… I don’t think that’s it, Flug. We’re his family in a way, and he won’t ever admit that, but we know it’s true. “ Dementia giggled. “I’m his annoying little sister, 5.0.5 the overly affectionate pet, and you? You mean the most to him, you’re… what he wishes was his love.”
The room fell silent.
As Flug’s gaze bored into the side of her head, Dementia grew increasingly uncomfortable, until she shot up to her feet and shouted,
“Well you know, I’m probably actually a lesbian for all I know!”
That got Flug laughing.
“Hey don’t laugh at me, mister! I have seen, like one girl, and she was hella hot okay! I saw her outside and was just like ‘wowie! Look at that artwork strolling down the street! Hey! It’s not FUNNY!” Flug was wheezing with laughter, sitting up and holding his sides trying to breathe.
“Holy Shit, DEm! I’m gonna die!” he gasped. Then that moment of awe striking clarity ended, and Flug became slurred with his drunkenness again.
Struggling to his feet, Flug began to stumble towards the door, but Dementia caught him, asking,
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m gonna go get Blackhat to confess his love for me!” Flug slurred. Now any good friend would have sat their friend down and told them to sleep off the drink so they didn’t do something they’d regret in the morning. Dementia, was not a good friend.
“Holy shit, I gotta see this go down! Let me get my phone!”
The next morning
“Hey, it Dementia, here to bring you the aftermath of Flug’s Drunken Shenanigans! Let’s see what’s behind door number 1!”
“GET OUT DEMENTIA!!”
“OH MY GOSH YOU GUYs-”
“IF YOU ARE ABOUT TO IMPLY WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO IMPLY YOU’RE WRONG!”
“Wha? What’s going on? Dementia?”
“Flug! Flug what happened!!! You’ll tell me the truth!!”
“What? Nothing happened Dementia, we just feel asleep.”
“YEAH, SO GET OUT NOW!”
“You guys are boring! You just cuddled and-”
“THERE WAS NO CUDDLING!!”
“YOU GET OUT TOO FLUG!”
“But sir I-”
“I WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOU DIDN’t KILL YOURSELF WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK!”
“Then why did you hold on so tightly and start purring like a-”
“OUT! OUT! OUT!”
“Sooooo, that went better then expected,” Dementia hummed. Staring Flug down as they both stood outside Blackhat quarters, where he had just slammed the door in their faces, she grinned mischievously and winked. “So what did happen, in there, Flug?”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Dementia.” Flug stated firmly.
“So you DID kiss him!!” Flug began to stammer and blush.
“NO! I didn’t say that!!
“It was implied! I’m gonna go shout this from the rooftops!”
“No you’re not!”
“Am too!” Dementia took off running down the hall.
“Get back here!” And with that, Flug sprinted off after her.
Meanwhile, in his quarters, Black hat sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Damn his cute scientist, and damn that annoying Dementia, he thought. They were going to be the end of him.
I hope this is to your liking? I was laughing for a good portion for writing this, and so thank you for this wonderful request! Anyone and everyone feel free to send me more writing prompts!
honestly the amount of people that still insist heechul is straight baffles me he straight up said "im not interested in girls~" what more does it tAKE
EDIT: if you want info on everything in this post WITH SOURCES, check out THIS POST OVER HERE :D
I mean, Taeil also said he wasn’t interested in girls (or something to that effect) before catching himself and Zico said Taeil wanted to kiss him and people still think he’s straight.
Yoongi wrote lyrics about giving head to guys and girls and people still think queer fans are making everything up with their evil queer headcanons and queer agenda to make everyone queer.
Jonghyun talked about how he gets guys’ phone numbers when he’s drunk and someone revealed that Zico sits on older men’s laps when he’s drunk (and he also took a picture of himself nuzzling Jay Park’s stomach) and Jimin hit on male fans via twitter and Aoora writes sexually explicit songs that are pretty obviously about guys fucking him but nah everyone in kpop is super duper 100% cishet.
Sincerely Three x Reader w/ a High Sex Drive HCs (part Three!)
Requested by Anon
- Connor swore that there was no better high than weed, until he met you.
- you kinda forced him to talk to you, you’d start talking and he’d have no choice but to respond. Slowly he actually became you friend, he gave you his number, you guys would get breakfast before school.
- You help keep him steady, he’d go to school daily to see you, he’d do all of his work because you would be so happy and proud when he got good grades, he stopped smoking cigs (but not weed).
- you two were originally going to be friends with benefits.
- “When was the last time you got laid Murphy?"
- "What the actual fuck?"
- "When was the last time you got your dick wet?”
- “I have a proposition!”
- Connor’s family was going to visit his relatives this weekend and Connor said ‘fuck you I’m not going’ so his house was empty except him this weekend. You two planned to hook up on Saturday.
- You got Chinese food and watched some movies, Connor seemed nervous, so you decided to ease his stress ;)
- You moved closer to him, and start to whisper in his ear, while running a hand up and down his chest. You pulled his ear lobe between your teeth, and let your hand drop from his chest to his Bulge.
- My god did this boy have some sexy fucking moans. His voice got deep and gravely, he’d throw his head back while his body lifted into your touch.
- Hands. E V E R Y W H E R E. He’d touch every inch of bare skin he could find, stripping you in the process. You’d do the exact same but more needy, he was slow, taking in every inch of you. You wanted him, bad.
- You were especially good at finding all of his sweet spots. Where on his neck he was weak for hickies, if you drag your finger nails on just the right spot on his side he gets goosebumps, if you pull his hair he’ll be putty in your hands.
- He was scared at first, he treated you like porcelain, he was scared to go hurt you and make you leave. But you made it clear to him that you could take quite the beating during sex ;);)
- You topped in the beginning but Connor liked to be in control, and to be honest he was good at it. He new how to hold you, where to touch you, where to kiss you, when to leave a hickie.
- My god did this boy like giving you hickies. All over your neck, collar bones, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, and in the morning he’d take a marker and trace them into constellations.
- Holy shit does this boy like getting his hair pulled.
- You and Connor we going at it and Connor needed you, all of you. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder, thrusting himself as deep as he could go. He was hitting your G-spot over and over and over agian. You were shaking as you felt your orgasm build up inside you, you needed something, anything, to hold on to, anything to bring you back down to earth. You dug your nails into Connor’s back, but between all of his quick thrusts and gasps for air, your nails dragged down, leaving red trails in their wake. Connor’s head fell into your chest, pressing his face into your cleavage. Your hands flew into his hair, and as he pushed himself deep into you, as he hit the most sensitive part of your entire being, you pulled his hair, hard. He let out the sexiest, loudest moan, and sped up is thrusts.
- “Do you have a fucking hair pulling kink, Murphy?!”
- His response was to throw you into another fit of intense pleasure, causing you to pull his hair again.
- “Oh fuck Connor. OH FUCK OOOH CONNOR FUCK, YOU LIKE THAT?” You screamed as you felt your body coming to a climax.
- Connor literally collapsed after he came, barley getting the condom off before curling into you and holding you as he fell asleep.
- This was only supposed to be friends with benefits, that wasn’t how this ended. Tonight you and Connor fought for dominance, and after a long ;) battle, you were on top. You were riding Connor’s dick and tugging his hair, he was putty for you to mold how ever you want.
- His hips lifted to meet yours and you’d hands flew all over your body, he was moaning and whimpering your name. You sped up your pace and started leaving hickies on his collar bones. As he came closer to his orgasm he started to form sentences.
- “OH GOD (y/n), PRINCESS FUCK, OH I FUCKING LOVE IT WHEN YOU RIDE ME, OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK,” he yelled as he approached his climax.
- “Oh god (y/n) I love you. I love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou so much,” he gasped as he came.
- You came and once you rode out your orgasm you stood up and left his room. You composed yourself in his bathroom and came back out to find him crying at the edge of his bed. You couldn’t help yourself, you threw yourself onto him. “I love you too Connor. I love you too. Maybe we should try this. Try us,” you whispered.
~ Random Headcanon shit ~
- He definitely calls you Princess, and treats you like one after you two have sex. He holds you tightly, kisses you softly all over, and rubs your back until you fall asleep.
- he gets really thirsty after sex, so when you know you two will be having some bomb ass sex (and you always do. Constantly) you leave two bottles of water on his bed side table.
- Due to the fact that you’re always ready to have sex, and Connor has trouble refusing you. You’ve had sex on just about every surface in the Murphy house hold. It’s almost become a game to you, where is the next most inappropriate place to fuck today? You lead Connor into different rooms and than seduce him and end up giving him some snarky memories. Every time he has Go into his fathers office all he can remember is the way you screamed while he made you came on that desk. (He also remembers you jerking him off and it getting all over the desk (he left some spots there to confuse his father))
- Connor is a nasty motherfucker. He loves dirty talk, but he hates when you do it in public.
- “I fuck you to fuck me right here, right now, on this desk in front of this whole class,” you’d whisper in his ear.
- You made art class a living hell some days.
- “Ooh Connor paint me like one of your French Girls,”
- “Fuck off (Y/n),”
- “God I just want to clear all of those paintings off that table and have you fuck me,"
- "God leave me alone!"
- Your best was when you "accidentally” poured some blue paint in his lap, he instantly tried to wipe it off with his hands, you grabbed the one smock with red paint all over it.
- “Hey baby wanna make purple?” You mewled into his ear.
- “You know I never thought I’d be interested in smacking your ass. But right now I think I’m gonna punish you when we get home,” he growled back.
- You never realized how sexy that could be ;)))
- Connor F U CKIN G HA TES business dinners, but once he could take you as his date things got a lot better.
- you’d tease him endlessly, palming him under the table, pressing your chest against him, upon other things.
- a slow song began and you practically dragged Connor to the dance floor, and at the end of your dance you lifted the collar of his white dress shirt and kissed the inside corner. Leaving a light pink kiss stain on it.
- This became the sign that moments from then, you’d disappear and have sex somewhere.
- He is the weakest of the three when it comes to your sexual advances. He tries to ignore you but you know his weakness (black lingerie ;))
- He’s also probably the most vanilla as well, he prefers trying new positions, and new ways of touching and talking than buying sex toys or trying BDSM. He’s very afraid of hurting you. You usually are the one to bring in more intense ways of banging.
- Anal????? For either of you????
- Definitely having a three way at some point. MMF or FFM. But Connor gets kinda possessive, he wants to be the one making you cum.
- (Wow that was hypocritical wasn’t it. Connor is vanilla, but anal and threeways??). You enjoy experimenting and Connor will try anything once for you. You throw ideas at the wall and some things stick some don’t.
- You are kinda freaky, and sometimes it gives Connor a fright. To be honest he thinks you’re in over your head at times, but he loves you with his entire being. (You also are each other’s only impulse control, y'all need each other)
I know you guys went crazy with the watermelon dice…I told you I’m making more ;) lol. I think there’s about 6 or 7 sets here, I’ll make probably another 20 or so. Also @lupuslover wanted to see the old ones…no idea where that pic is so here’s the new one! I’ll get a set done with the numbers in black so you guys can see what they look like all finished, but hopefully everyone is ready for some watermelons!!!
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I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE TO ASK: I bought an iPhone at Target today & got along with the 'Tech Target' employee. When the transaction was wrapping up, she pulled out a support card and wrote her number on it. We're both women in our late twenties and I don't think I came off as tech clueless. When I asked if she did this for everyone (how would she have the time??) she sort of hedged and said she and the other tech guy did it on occasion. Did I just get a girl's number or am I totally misreading?
I’m not sure why you picked me but I’m thrilled. You 100% just got their number and if you don’t give them a ring I will be personally so disappointed in you. If you go on a date I will mail you a roll of stickers, no questions asked.
Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester.
A/N: Just making it clear, Reader is 19+ although I have not specified it. This is clearly an AU.
“No sweetheart, we won’t need anything.” your father said as you dried your hands with a towel.
“Really? I mean dad, I could easily make something for you to eat. You order pizza and burgers practically every time and-”
“(Y/n)” your father cut you off with a small smile that you didn’t get to see often as his blue eyes focused on you “We will be just fine. You know the Winchesters, they never really have any preferations.” he shrugged just slightly and you chewed on your lower lip.
“It’s just- all I’m saying is I have time, no homework or anything.” you said as casually as you could. You didn’t want your father to start doubting you even for a second and you’d risked too much already.
“I know, angel.” he placed a hand on your shoulder “But you’re on your first year of college, just enjoy it you deserve this. And by enjoying it I don’t mean spend hours upon hours cooking for me and my friends.”
“You know I wouldn’t have a problem anyway.” you shrugged and he nodded his head.
“I know, but it’s alright. We will be fine.” he rubbed your arm and you sighed in defeat.
“If that’s what you-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence as the doorbell rang and – you tried to hide it as best asyou could – but your breathe hitched in your throat.
“I’ll go get that.” you said a little too fast for your liking but maybe you were thankful for how clueless your father was at times- alright maybe all the time. There were moments you thought he just couldn’t be from this Earth, from his awkwardness to his lack of knowledge about human norms and references you couldn’t help but think that he was an angel or something.
“Hey” you heard the person say as a big grin spread on their face as soon as he looked at you.
You couldn’t help the skip of your heartbeat “Hi” you said a lot more shyly than you wanted to “Come in Mr Winchester. I-” you glanced around “I thought that- that-” you started saying, more like stuttering as you let him in and he let a soft chuckle. Gosh that deep, rough, manly laugh of his that made the butterflies go crazy.
“That Sam would be coming?” he asked but shook his head “Nah he’s too busy being a nerd as usual.” he laughed softly and you smiled. Dean stood there for a moment as you fidgeted with your hands, he glanced around him for a second before opening his mouth to speak but was cut off before he could utter a word.
“Dean?” you heard your father call out and immediately you took a step backwards, almost without realizing it, and putting more distance between you and the older Winchester.
“Hey Cas” Dean grinned, a different kind of smile than he had previously given to you. So much different. A grin that was always different from the one he’d give to people, because the smile he’d give you always meant a lot more than he’d say or feel for anybody else. Oh yes you were screwed.
“Long time no see, buddy?” he chuckled as the two men hugged and for a moment you just looked at them with a fond smile on your face. You loved their friendship more than anything. Your father was not one to open up easily, and with all the family drama that you’d found out went on in his life, you were surprised at how close he was with the Winchesters. He considered them family and you’d learned to consider them as such to once you got to meet them.
“It certainly has been, Dean.” your father said in his usual deep and calm voice “Please come on.” he motioned for him to get in the living room as you followed behind closely, head almost bowed down; therefore missing the look dean gave you.
“Is Sam not with you?” he asked as Dean took a seat on the couch and your father on the one right in front of him.
“No, too busy with a case or something. Usual lawyer stuff.” Dean shrugged.
“Uhm” you spoke up a little hesitantly “Would you like anything to drink Mr Winchester? A beer or something?” you asked as he looked up at you.
“A beer would be great sweetheart, thanks.” he winked at you, giving you that signature Dean smirk and you nodded your head.
“Dad?” you looked at your father who nodded his head.
“A beer, thank you angel.” he smiled softly at you and you gave him a small smile. After a final glance you turned to make your way to the kitchen, unable to shake of the feeling of a pair of eyes following your every movement until you were out of sight. If only you could spot the way Dean was biting his lip then.
“Mhm damn (Y/n) you really outdid yourself with this one.” Dean said or more specifically moaned, practically through a mouth full as he ate on the apple pie you had just served them.
“Thank you Mr Winchester.” you offered him a small smile, sitting down next to him as you glanced down at your book.
The book whose one sentence you had been reading for the past hour or so. Your father insisted you could stay in your room or his office if you wanted some quiecy but you claimed you could still read and stay with them in case they needed something. Truth was it was just another excuse to steal glances at the insanely handsome man sitting next to you. Insanely handsome and… much older. Well, he was your father’s friend too but- you didn’t want to get started with that too. Truth was that just that’s what you had been doing the past hour, sneaking glances of the man and trying not to let it show how you practically melted on the inside every time he laughed or grinned. And as if that was not enough, he had to make all those sounds while you ate that just were so not appropriate. Your father didn’t think much of it but you
“She always makes sure to save a piece or two for you every time she makes pie.” your father said with a small smile and your eyes practically widened in shock.
“Really?” Dean asked, a sly and almost satisfied smirk slowly spreading on his lips “Wow (Y/n) that’s really thoughtful. Thanks sweetheart.” he winked at you as he licked his lips.
You almost choked on plain air so you only cleared your throat, giving your father a glare before shrugging as casually as you could “It’s no problem Mr Winchester. I know how much you like pie and since dad is not such a fun- I don’t really need to gain any more weight.” you tried to play it off with a soft laugh.
“Bullshit.” Dean scoffed “You’re gorgeous either way.” he said without almost realizing it, only seemingly speaking his mind. Fact that made you smile, blush and at the same time feel completely uncomfortable considering your father was standing right there.
“Thanks I guess.” you said with a small smile, not looking at him or anything for that matter but your book.
“Mhm” Dean hummed, as he still winked at you and didn’t say anything more as he kept on making those… so not appropriate for public noises as he ate on his pie. You just couldn’t help but admire for a moment the way he licked his lips and threw his head back for a moment. Boy and were you hooked on his lips in that moment. Those fully, rose, soft lips of his that- How was it possible that this man could turn eating pie into pure porn?
“If you’re done flirting with my daughter-” your father said a little more pointedly than you’d ever heard him before as he gave a look to his friend “-And making all these sounds-” he added and for a moment you held your breath, thinking that maybe he’d caught onto more than he let it show that he knew.
Dean merely grinned and shrugged “You know me man, I love eating a little too much.” he chuckled as he ate the last of his pie.
Well, that could have more than one meanings.
The mere thought made you shake your head and try to focus back on your book. You felt your cheeks burn but you only hoped to anyone that would listen that they weren’t paying any attention.
“That I do know.” your father sighed with a shake of his head and you sneaked a glance at him over your book to see that he indeed had not suspected something. Or at least not understood what Dean was implying.
“Alright-” he cleared his throat “-Remember that client I talked to you about that I met last Tuesday?”
“Uh blonde, short shorts, 5'9, C cup and-” he glanced at you as he started saying the next, obviously, asset but stopped himself when he saw the hard look on your face. He cleared his throat as he tried to fight off his own smirk.
“Yeah” he looked at Cas “I remember her. You sold her the house by the center, right?”
“Yeah. Well, she has this friend that has a great interest in cars. He wanted to talk with someone that specifies in them, since some of them have a few problems. He sells most of them but every time has to do a check first so he asked me if I knew someone and I thought about you. I have his phone and number would you be interested?” he asked and Dean nodded his head at his friend.
“Yeah, Cas. You know I am all up for cars.”
“Good because-” you stopped listening after that as you collected their plates, goosebumps forming as your fingers brushed with Dean’s, and made your way to the kitchen a little too fast. You need a glass of water, as cold as possible to get all those ideas out of your mind and of course the sounds he had just been making.
“Uh where’s dad?” you asked, your pace slowing down as you came back to the living room and noticed your father’s absence.
“He went to get the phone number of some guy in his office, not sure where he’s put it though.” he said slowly, glancing in the hallway that lead to your father’s office.
“Right. The bimbo’s friend.” you said through pursed lips as you practically snatched the book from the coffee table and all-but-glared at the page in front of you. And your anger – well, let’s be honest it’s all called jealousy – didn’t lessen in the least bit when you heard him laugh. He was seriously laughing at you? What the hell was this man even thinking? This was not amusing, like at all. You thought that for a moment he was mocking you for being jealous over another woman. A woman that without any doubt he could have all over him in second and- damn it. You felt jealousy burn inside you like a fire.
“What?” you almost snapped at him but were only met with raised arms and an adorable smile.
“It’s just-” he grinned, gosh that boyish grin would be the death of you “You’re so fucking cute when you’re jealous.” he confessed and you scoffed, looking back at your book.
“I’m not jealous.” you mumbled but where only met with some silence and shuffling. Before you could look up you felt two fingers grab your chin and another hand grab your book and take it away, almost throwing it on the floor. Dean made your head turn to look at him and you realized just how close your faces were.
“And even cuter when you blush while denying it.” he said and you shivered when he ran his thumb over your lower lip.
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, eyes furiously jumping around in alert; mostly behind him scared your father would show up any given second.
“Sshh” he leaned closer “Relax. We’ve done this plenty of times, haven’t we? And I’ve told you many times, it’s Dean.” he smiled softly and you held your breath.
“But- but my father could just walk in any moment.” you whispered, your voice not daring to get any louder than that. You shifted slightly to get him off you but it was impossible. In a swift and quiet abrupt move he grabbed you by your waist and made you lay down on the couch so that he was on top of you. Your bodies were pressed as he sandwiched you between his body and the couch, his weight resting on you and making you unable to swallow as he put a leg between yours.
“Come on sweetheart-” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours “This wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
“But- but we’re on the couch and he could just-”
“And last time we were in his own closet, not remembering we even had any clothes on when we got in it.” he grinned with a simple shrug and you bit your lip at the memory. You had forgotten a notebook in your father’s bedroom and while there to fetch it Dean had found you – claiming to your father he was going to the bathroom. And to top it all? Your father had decided to venture in his bedroom for whatever the heck he wanted.
“And the time before that we were in your room that just so happens to be next to your fathers while he and Sam were still awake talking about whatever lawyer-y stuff Sam could help your father with the houses.” he added before you could utter another word.
“And the time before that- we were in the shower together while your father was in his office and I supposedly asleep on the guest room.” he continued and you had never felt your face heat up more than this very moment.
“Alright!” you said a little too loudly “Alright I get it.” you cleared your throat, and lowered your voice tone “I remember that.” you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.
“This is not the same, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled and he gave you a hard look at which you just shook your head “What if he walks in? What would you do then? What would I do then? He’s my father- he’s your best friend!” you tried to reason with him.
“That would understand. That will understand when the time comes.” he said firmly and you only sighed with a shake of your head “Besides- We’ve talked about this, and we’ve been through with it. Yes, you are my best friend’s daughter. And yes there is no fucking way I’d let any other boy touch you the way I have and you know it too.”
You just couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at the way he said those words, the posessiveness and passion that laced his voice made you bite your lip. This was probably wrong- Hell, it was wrong. You were in a secret relationship with you father’s best friend, he was so much older than you and the things you did with him were not all that innocent. You knew that what you felt for him, and what he felt for you, was true but that didn’t take away the fact that thisshouldn’t be happening.
“That doesn’t mean you had to break his hand either.” you mumbled, looking up at him shyly and he grinned satisfied with what he’d done at a bar he’d spotted you with some friends once.
“You told him you were not interested and he kept touching you. I told him he should back off and he didn’t. What was I supposed to do? He was asking for it.” he shrugged and all you could do was stare up at him as you slowly brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Sure you had a hard time explaining why Dean had been so possessive and so angry at the guy hitting on you.
“You just can’t help it, can you?” you whispered and he grabbed your face with one hand grinning that same predatory smile that had you most of the time bare and shaking his arms in the very end.
“Hell no.” he growled as he looked down at you and without even giving you a warning he crashed his lips to yours. A gasp left your lips as you almost lost it when he attacked your mouth not only with kisses but also bites.
You shivered as his hands ran all over your body. His one hand ran down your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts. You almost moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze and you felt his other hand move from your face down to your chest and to your waist. He didn’t hesitate to yank your shirt a little upwards almost tearing in the process as he ran his hand over your waist, your belly and up to your chest. Your breathing became heavy swallow as he pressed harder on you, especially with his leg. You grabbed onto his hair, hearing him growl in the meantime and bite harder down on your lip. Even if you didn’t want to you opened your mouth and felt his tongue battle with yours as he kissed you hungrily.
“De-Dean” you almost moaned but mostly whined as he let out a soft growl, rubbing himself on you as his teeth grazed over your lips. Your fingers now dag onto his back as you fisted the flannel in your other hand and arched your back to get as much friction as you could. Dear you couldn’t be seriously thinking about things like this this very moment but he could take your breath away and have you all over him with such ease.
Your breath got caught in your lungs when you felt his hand trail from your ass to your thigh again and up to your waist. Until of course he started lowering it and fidgeting with the buttons of your shorts. You shifted in your place, eliciting a groan from him and you mumbled an apology for making his work harder. You just found it impossible to not move in anticipation. His fingers felt to be making goosebumps form every time they accidentally touched your skin as he struggled to free you. For someone that had done this plenty of times it always made you smile how nervous he could be with you at times. Gosh, you loved this man so fucking much. You panted as you arched your your hips so that you’d help him and you felt him grin into the kiss when he actually succeeded.
He managed to unzip your jean shorts and just as his hand finally came in contact with your skin, just before he could move it lower-
“Found it.” your heard your father say, his voice sounding far distant but certainly getting louder as his footstep.
You gasped and immediately pushed Dean away, him scurrying to get himself off of you. Not that it was so easy considering the mess of limps and shakiness you both were. You cleared your throat, smoothing down your hair and clothes – not missing the small rip Dean had managed to cause on your shirt – and hurried to grab your book from the floor. Dean himself cleared his throat and fixed his hair as fast as he could. He glanced at you though and saw you were actually shaking a lot more than him. He held your hands for a moment, steadying them to hold the book properly and leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.
“Relax. Everything’s alright.” he whispered and you gave him a weak smile, feeling your entire face burn and your lips tingle. You had no doubt they looked all red and kiss-swollen. You gave him a small smile and nod of your head, your head already burying in your book as you heard your father walk into the living room.
“I had been searching everywhere on the desk and papers but it was on the drawer.” your father sighed as he sat on the couch “I really need to clean up in there.” he sighed as he finally looked at you.
He frowned for a second “Everything alright?” he asked, looking between the two of you. Dean grinned, glancing at you before finally looking at his best friend.
“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”
“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.
Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.
Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance
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