low rise bikini


Here’s a little something for all us tattooed girls (or girls who want tattoos in the future).

Y/F/N = you’re friend’s name


Dean rubbed the back of his neck and let out a long sigh. Two hours of sleep in the past three days was not enough anymore. He thought about going back to the four hours, which seemed no better in his mind. Sometimes he wondered when he’ll be able to lay down and sleep a regular eight hours.

The door chimed and he looked up, spotting you in your low rise jeans and bikini top. But that wasn’t the very first thing he noticed. He noticed that huge tattoo you had on your side, the one that wrapped half way around your figure. It was sexy.

He nearly looked away. Nearly.

Another tattoo was brought to his attention. This one was your sleeve. He caught himself staring at it, trying to see all the details as you rushed to the counter and sat at the bar.

“Damn…” He slipped on a sly smile as you moved around and showed him your bare back. He loved it. He wanted to stare at you for hours, checking out every little detail of those glorious pieces of art you put into your skin. Until now, he hadn’t realized how much he loved a tattooed woman.

You stayed at the café for an hour, talking to one of the workers and having a cup of coffee. Dean tried to get up the nerve to walk over and talk to you, but that ink made you seem too good for even Dean Winchester. He couldn’t fathom you agreeing to go out with him.

When you got up to leave, so did Dean. He quickly gathered up the papers and Sam’s laptop, stuffing everything into his bag. He left a tip for his coffee and ran out the door, hoping to run into you before you disappeared. But you were gone.


Two days passed before you decided to go see your friend at the café. You had a slow day at work and needed to get your paperwork out of the way before tomorrow. The café seemed like a good place to go chill and have a little bit of coffee before the night’s end.

The bell over the door chimed as you walked inside. It was empty, all except for a man in the corner with a laptop and a couple sitting by one of the windows. You took a seat in one of the booths and made yourself comfortable.

“Y/N, you’re back!” Your friend smiles, walking out of the back.

“Sure am.” You smiled, setting the papers in front of you. You grabbed the pen out of your friend’s pocket. “Just a coffee, please.”

Your friend nodded and disappeared in the back. You get to work, writing out information. It was a lot of work and you would need all the help you could get.

Oddly, you felt watched. You glanced up at the couple in the window to discover they had left already and one of the other waitresses was cleaning off their table.

You look passed her and noticed the man with the laptop watching you. He quickly looked down and began watching his screen again. You giggled softly and went back to work.

Y/F/N poured you another cup of coffee. “That man keeps staring at you.”

“What?” You glance back up and catch him looking right at you. He can’t help but break into a smile this time as he looks back down at his laptop. “Who is he?” You asked.

Y/F/N shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s been in here every day this week. All afternoon. Maybe he’s your stalker.” Y/F/N teased you. They winked and went back behind the counter.

You made the decision. You gathered your things and glided over to the man, smiling like a proud idiot.

The man looked up at you when you stopped in front of him. He nodded to the seat across from him, which you gladly accepted and slid into. Things are silent for a minute as he shut down his laptop and closed it.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” He smirked.