Who doesn’t want to stab things and make what’s essentially a jar spell for joyous energy that you can drink later?
The resulting potion is VERY sweet, aromatic, and somewhat bitter. You could lower the sugar, but I think it’s worth it to keep the 44 theme and just dilute it with something when you drink it down the line.
There’s a lot of variations on this recipe out there, including some very interesting ones in Normandy. I’d love to hear about any you know!
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), just pure smut
A/N: I’m actually surprised I even got any notes on my first imagine lol. Thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged it! Also this is my first smut, so I’m sorry if it’s terrible. Requests are also open!
It was a typical lazy day at the bunker. It was rare to have these days. There was always a case or something happening everyday that prevented you from having a day off.
You let out a relieved sigh when you fluttered your eyes open and stretched. You knew it was a day off if you woke up on your own and no one’s yelling, “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
You looked at the clock next to the bed, which read 10:37 am. You, then, rolled over to take a look at the sleeping body next to you. It always gave you a moment to admire his physical features.
The way his face looked so relaxed when he slept. His striking green eyes that were currently covered by his eyelids. His pink lips that looked so kissable. The way his nose crinkled in his sleep. His stubble that made him look 10x hotter, not that he wasn’t hot before. His hair all messed up, leaving him with that sexy bedhead.
You didn’t know how long you spent staring at him before he stirred in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his green eyes to you. The corners of his lips turned upwards as he formed a smile at you.
“It’s creepy to stare at people when they sleep,” he spoke, his voice deep and low. You resisted the urge to groan at his voice.
“Well, I can’t help it when I have the sexiest man alive sleeping next to me,” you replied, chuckling before kissing his lips.
“I’m going to take a shower,” you spoke, when you pulled apart.
“Can I join?” He asked, and you shook your head no. He groaned in frustration and threw his head back into the pillow. You chuckled and walked out of the room and into the bathroom. You locked the door behind you before stripping all of your clothes off.
Your shower lasted longer than you expected. You couldn’t make yourself move from the warm water. You hair felt so nice and clean, so did your skin. You used your lavender scented body wash, because you absolutely loved the smell of lavender. You finally turned the water off, and wrapped yourself in a towel before walking back into Dean’s room.
You had your own room in the bunker, but you always stayed with Dean. You never wanted to be apart from him, so he let you stay in his room.
You strolled into his room, just in a towel, to see Dean sitting on the bed. He was too focused on the laptop to noticed you had walked in.
“Really, Dean? It’s our day off,” you groaned, before walking to a drawer and pulling out some clothes to put on. As you pulled out a shirt, a hand grabbed it and put it back.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing clothes today,” Dean spoke, before wrapping his arms around you, over the towel, and started kissing your neck. He pushed your wet hair out of the way while you tilted your head, and he attached his lips to the spot that made you moan and groan.
“C-Can we at least go to the bed,” you whispered out. Dean removed his lips from your neck and picked you up, your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bed. He sat you on top of the messed up covers and hovered you, pushing his lips against yours.
He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, but you decided to be a tease and keep your lips closed. Dean, then, reached his hand down and grabbed your ass. You gasped, and Dean took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.
“You smell like lavender. I like it,” Dean said, then pushed his lips back onto yours, and snaked his tongue back into your mouth.
He kept one arm by your head, to hold himself up, and moved the other hand to the top of your towel. You were too distracted with kissing him to notice that he was pulling at your towel. He succeeded, finally, and pulled your towel apart and out from under you, leaving you stark naked under his fully clothed body.
He moaned as his eyes raked over you. His eyes first stopped at your red lips, swollen from the intense make out session. Then they moved to the hickey that rested on the side of your neck, courtesy of Dean. He moved his eyes further down your body and stopped on your breasts, where your nipples were fully harden and perked up. He pulled his eyes to the final stop on your body, which was your freshly shaved and clean pussy.
“Dean, please do something,” you whimpered. He snapped his eyes back up to you. He pulled his shirt off, then leaned his head down to your breasts and automatically took your right nipple into his mouth, while his hand massaged the left breast. After a few minutes, he took your other nipple into your mouth, do the same actions as he was a few minutes ago.
He pulled away from your other nipple, to see you squirming underneath him, wanting more.
“Just a minute, baby girl,” he spoke, then proceeded to pulling his pants down, along with his boxers. His bulge had grown to a full hardened boner. You stared at his dick a few more minutes before sitting up and instructing him to lay down. You moved and he replaced your spot, while you straddled his legs.
You lightly grazed your fingers across the tip of his dick, which was glistening with precum. He groaned at the feeling, which made you wrap your fingers around him. Dean was a fairly large size, but your fingers still wrapped around him, just perfect. You started moving your hand up and down, going faster every second.
“Please, baby,” he moaned. You, then, took him into your mouth. You sucked on the head for a second before moving further down his dick. You had a poor excuse for a gag reflex, so you couldn’t make it far before gagging. Dean seemed to have liked it though. His hands rested on your head, gently pushing your head down onto his dick. You breathed through your nose and attempted to deepthroat him. You felt him hit the back of your throat before you gagged again.
You moved up his dick and started sucking hard, while your hand pumped the base of his dick. You moved your hand under his dick, to fondle with his balls. He moaned louder at the feeling, which motivate you to start moving faster. Your left hand was squeezing and rolling his balls, your right hand was pumping the base of his dick, and your mouth was sucking the rest. All of that seemed to have brought Dean closer and closer.
“Baby, I’m gonna,” he was interrupted by a moan escaping his mouth as you felt him release in your mouth. You quickly swallowed the liquid in your mouth and lifted your head off his dick.
“That was amazing, but it’s your turn now,” Dean spoke, with a wink. You giggled as he moved you to where he was laying down and got to work. He started from kissing at your chest, to the valley between your breasts, then onto your stomach. He stopped at the spot right above your clit.
He moved his hands to spread your legs wide, showing him your wet and glistening pussy. He licked his lips at the sight before him. But before he started devouring you, he started kissing the inside of your thighs, not leaving a spot untouched by lips.
You bucked your hips up, trying to get him to put his mouth on you. He chuckled and pushed them back down, leaving an arm on your hips. He leaned his head down and put a light kiss on your clit. His tongue slipped between your folds, moving back and forth.
You moaned loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair, and tugging. Dean groaned, which vibrated against you, making you moan louder. He moved his tongue to your clit, flicking it back and forth. He eased a finger into you, while focusing his tongue on your clit.
He pumped his finger in and out, while swirling his tongue around your clit and moving his tongue between your folds. After a few minutes of doing this, he added another finger, stretching you out. His repeatedly hit your g-spot, making you cry out, along with the pleasure coming from his tongue on your clit. He took his tongue off your clit then wrapped his lips around it and sucked as hard as he could. You could feel the knot in your stomach, indicating that you were close.
“Cum for me, babe,” Dean spoke, then pulling his fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. You cried out, feelings your legs shake as your orgasm hit you. Dean licked up and cleaned your mess.
“Hope you’re ready for this,” Dean said, then pushed in. He hovered you, each hand on either side of your head and your arms around his neck. Dean held still inside of you, letting you adjust before moving slowly.
He pulled out, nearly all the way, then pushed back in. If anyone knew how to give a good fuck, it was Dean Winchester. Before you two got together, he slept with a huge number of girls. But you weren’t any different. You’d always pick up guys at the bar, and go home with them. It was your way to get your mind off of your crush on Dean, but little did you know, that Dean was doing the same thing for the same reason.
He finally asked you out, after getting frustrated with seeing you coming back late after one night stands. And now, here you are.
Dean gave a sharp thrust, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“You looked like you were zoned out, babe,” Dean said, continuing his thrusts. Your hands raked down his back, leaving red claw marks.
“Just thinking about how good you’re making me feel,” you moaned out. Dean buried his head in your neck, and sped up his thrusts. The bed was squeaking as it rocked back and forth from Dean’s thrusts. You couldn’t imagine how Sam felt, listening to you and Dean fucking.
Yours and Dean’s moans gradually got louder and filled the room along with the sound of his body slapping against yours. You both were panting and sweaty as you neared your highs. Dean moved his head from your neck to look at you in the eyes. He moved a hand down between you two and rubbed your clit, inching you closer to your orgasm.
He watched your face as you let out moans and whimpers. He watched you scream his name, letting everyone know who was making you feel this good.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you whimpered out, making Dean speed up his thrusts. They soon got sloppy, letting you know he was about to cum.
“Cum with me, baby,” he said, giving one final sharp thrust. You both released, panting and moaning as he slowly thrusted, riding out your highs. After the intensity had wore off, Dean pulled out, making you whimper at the loss. He planted himself on the bed next to you, pulling your sweaty body into his.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” you said, laying your head on his chest, ready for a long nap.
Let’s all be honest. THIS^^^ is how everyone finds out that Kara and Lena are together.
It’s like 6 in the evening. Game night. Everyone walks right in, because of course they do. Kara hurries out of her room, quickly covering up in a bathrobe and James is like,
“Kara, were you asleep already?”
And Winn is like,
“Did you forget about game night?”
And Alex and Kara are just staring at each other, not because Kara was apparently asleep already, and not because she apparently completely forgot about game night, but because beneath her robe, she’s wearing a pair of very fancy-looking black thigh-high stockings. (Because the night before was Kara and Lena’s one month anniversary, and let’s just say Kara made it a memorable one. It wasn’t that she had gone to bed early. It was that her an Lena were still in bed from the night before ;-) …anyway queue Lena stumbling out of Kara’s room, still half asleep like,
“What’s goin’ on? Come back to bed, babe.”
Her hairs a hot mess and she’s wearing nothing but one of Kara’s oversized sweatshirts and everyone is just standing in Kara’s kitchen, jaws on the floor like, ‘uh…. Kara?’
1. I don’t look like these fitblr girls while working out. I don’t wear make up and sometimes old workout clothes and I look like a sweaty hot mess. My hair is all over the place and my head is really red. But that’s okay because I love working out and I don’t care how I look while doing it. Looking at those beautiful fit strong women makes me want to workout and be a stronger person myself. But I really really really don’t look like that while doing my workouts.
2. Sometimes I really don’t feel like working out. This may be just a day or it can last a whole week. And you know what, that’s okay. If you don’t feel like it, you don’t need to do it. There will be days when I can’t bear it anymore to sit on the sofa so I will go for a run. Just because I want to. Or do some yoga or some circuit training. I don’t work out when I have bad period cramps. Or when I’m tired. I will rest my body and I will have some chocolate. It won’t hurt me to skip a few days.
3. I don’t always eat healthy. While it’s important to nurish your body and eat all kind of healthy stuff, I love to have a burger. Or pizza. Or fries with a milk shake. I really love those beautiful pictures of smoothie bowls, fresh salads and fruit. They motivate me and make me crave healthy food. But when you are able to listen to your body and your body wants ice cream, then let it have some ice cream. I’m not saying it’s okay to stuff your face with “unhealthy” food all the time. But it’s also not healthy to deprive yourself of some things which make you happy. To force yourself to just eat healthy. Why should I not be able to go out with friends for some delicious pasta. It’s important to find the balance between so called “good” and “bad” food.
4. I don’t weigh myself very often. Every few weeks, sometimes not even for months. It’s not about the number on the scale. It’s not. It’s about your body. The number on the scale might not be getting smaller but your body might be. While you build up those beautiful muscles, your body is getting slimmer and stronger while your body weight stays the same. Don’t weigh yourself every morning and evening. It’s not about the number on the scale. It’s just not.
Ben I bet you'd look hot with your hair messed up! *ruffles it* c:
Annnnnd, His hair. He hates when his hair gets messy. primarily because he’s insecure about the way he looks. If his hair gets ruined, he’s pouty for hours. (Unless he’s drunk. The only time you’ll see him with messy hair and happy is when he’s drunk)