rip tie

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


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tako-pancakes  asked:

(edi-bubbs wanted to send you this thru me cause she was busy) Your epic Mickey bendy was fantastic! I'm not sure if you are taking suggestions, but it'd be fun to see Squigglydigg's (tako- not sure if he is originally hers or not) blot Bendy in that style. But, I literally squealed when I saw your bendy. Thank you for your wonderful art:)

aww you mean this sweetheart?
I believe he originally came from shinyzango, that is if we’re talking about the same bendy (blot bendy seems awfully specific and I don’t think I’ve come across that name for him before)
but if this is the guy you want, then I’m on my way to make more epic mickey bendy content ahah
in the meantime hold this version just cause I wanted to draw him  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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  • Lafayette: So, Alex, is Jefferson really THAT bad? There must be something you admire about him, no?
  • Hamilton: Well, I don- wait what are you doing here I thought you were in-
  • Lafayette: [ignores] Possibly, maybe, anything about him..?
  • Hamilton: [sighs] Fine. I.. guess he's kind of *whispers secret*
  • Laf:
  • Ham:
  • Ham: Please don't repeat that to any-
  • Laf: [rips out hair tie, and drops accent]
  • Jefferson: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER
wedding bells, eventually ✦ peter parker

summary : peter has big plans for you and him, one day. hopefully.

word count : 1.9k

@radicalstars omg thank u for requesting i loved this !!

   One of Peter’s earliest memories, the type of memory that was so grainy and vague you could hardly recall any of it except brief flashes of pictures with no words attached, was attending the wedding of Aunt May to Uncle Ben. He doesn’t remember it quite well, but from the pictures in her wedding photo album, he was the ring bearer and wore a little tux that May says he hated so much that he practically ripped the tie off him without undoing it after the ceremony was completed and it was time for the reception. He wished he could remember it more properly now, not just because it’d be another memory with Uncle Ben residing in it, but because as he grew up he developed an odd sort of fascination with weddings. It wasn’t necessarily because he had an intense desire to marry- though, after meeting you that had certainly changed- it was more because he thought it was a genuinely beautiful ceremony and just seeing two people unite under love that way made his heart actually quite happy. So, when he and May were invited to the wedding of the young couple that lived across the hall from them and thought that Peter and his aunt were the sweetest people ever, he was extremely excited. 

    So excited, in fact, that he bounded down the hallway less than thirty minutes after receiving the invitation outside the door, despite May telling him not to do that because it might be considered strange, and knocked on their door. He even implored them to allow him a plus one, the plus one being his love that he couldn’t possibly go to a wedding without. Since it was Peter and he had this adorably innocent, genuinely always happy way about him, they agreed almost immediately to his request of bringing you along. 

   He called you to ask if you could go on his way back to his apartment. He had left in such a hurry that the door was still ajar when he walked in with his phone pressed between his shoulder and his cheek as he pushed the door open and gave May a thumbs up and an enthusiastic smile. “So- so they just like said yes to me right away and I’m really happy about it and now I get to take you to a wedding so, can you come with me? I’d be so so happy if you could but if you can’t-” 

   May could hear you through the phone interrupting her nephew’s soliloquy loudly- “Peter! Peter, slow down babe, yeah I can come, you just have to give me a minute to answer-” Peter laughs all the way to his room, his phone still balancing precariously there on his shoulder while he carries a plate filled with way too many snacks into his bedroom, bumping the door closed with his heel. May smiles to herself while she returns his attention back to the show playing on the screen of their small television. 


        He knows it could be seen as impolite by someone who doesn’t know how startlingly  courteous he is a boyfriend, and as a person, but Peter can’t help the low whistle that he performs when you approach him outside his apartment building the day of the wedding that he’s been chattering about on and off for a few weeks now. He giddily jogs over to you, intertwining his fingers through yours and giving a gentle squeeze. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, pulling them away from his mouth so he can take a deep breath as he gazes at you in all your devastatingly wondrous beauty that sometimes he can’t even begin to comprehend. Overwhelming as it is at times to have an incredible, beautiful person such as yourself be as in love with him as he is with you, Peter counts himself as one of the most fortunate people in the universe.

   He opens the car door for you, May already situated in the driver’s seat, and although Peter could ride shotgun if he wanted to since you insisted that you didn’t mind he counter-insists upon sitting beside you in the back. “Y/N, you look so pretty, Peter did you tell say that she looks pretty yet?” Peter casts a glance at May that’s somewhere between whining without actually making a noise and concealed anger, but he’s never really angry at May. He just wanted to be the first one to disclose how particularly gorgeous you appeared today. 

    “I was going to,” he mumbles as May starts the car. The way you smile at him is that of a shooting star now that he comes to think of it; slowly, mesmerizing, brilliant, blinding. There’s nothing he can do but smile back, though he’s sure his painfully shy- still so shy, after all these months-  curling of the lips is not nearly as enamoring as yours. It is, in your opinion. “You- you look beautiful. You’re gonna outshine the bride.” 

  You bite your lip at that, doing a little head shake. You twist the ends of your hair around your finger. “Aw, Pete, she’s gonna look stunning, I don’t wanna even think about overshadowing anyone. It’s her day, you know?” Your hand curled around his, you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. “But thank you. You’re the best.” His face scrunches up much like a kitten when you kiss his other cheek, too. May has another secretive little smirk on her face as she adjusts her front mirrors, but you act like you don’t notice. You know she’ll tease you endlessly if she realizes that you noticed her watching, so the two of you have an unspoken agreement to never really address these situations save for a small comment about how much she loves you, and loves you with her nephew. 

    “Well no worries, ‘cause when you’re the bride at our wedding no one will ever even come close to outshining you.” May nearly slams on the breaks of her car just as you look back at Peter with eyes widened. He has a hand out in front of him on top of the headrest of May’s seat, alarmed as he says, “Woah, May, are you all right?” She turns back to you both with an embarrassed shrug before placing both hands on the wheel again. “Weird,” Peter mutters, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He turns to stare out the window, as if he hadn’t just said what he did. As if you weren’t internally screaming because Peter Parker just admitted that he envisions himself marrying you one day and it scares the hell out of you but also, you’re so thrilled about the fact that the part of him that needs things meticulously planned out far in advanced has included you in his idea of a future? For his sake, for yours, you rest your head on his shoulder and pretend that what he said wasn’t a big deal. You’d talk about it later. Well, if he brought it up again. 

   Which he would. He was sitting there beside you tapping a rhythm with his foot and wondering if you had heard him, if you were just ignoring him because of embarrassment, if you really hadn’t heard him, or if you had understood what he had said and were no choosing to be silent because your version of a future didn’t include him the way he wanted it to oh so desperately. He kept tapping his foot. He made the decision to say it again later. It couldn’t hurt. 

    You’re in the middle of the ceremony when he whispers it again, but this time more casually so he can gauge a proper response from you, to see if it frightens you in the way he had been overanalyzing it in his brain. You, him, and May sit somewhere in the middle of the succession of white lawn chairs for the outside ceremony, and Peter’s arm hasn’t left your waist for more than a few seconds at a time to clap respectably at the right times and to stand when the bride came drifting down the aisle. He watches the groom’s lit with happiness face and then he watches your face, more serene but still glowing like usual. He leans in toward your ear as to not disturb other guests. “That’s gonna be me someday,” he whispers, eyes darting back toward the groom. Your hand finds his again. 

   “I’d expect nothing less,” you reply softly, following the movements of the bride as she takes her place in front of her soon to be husband, her beam so genuine and pure. Peter nods at your response, a bit disappointed before you say, “Who… who do you imagine being the, um, the bride?” You inquire, a note of hesitance in your voice indicating everything Peter needed to know. 

  You just needed the confirmation, which he was happy to give. “I was thinking you.” He knows it’s awfully rude of him to talk during a ceremony of this manner, but he can’t help it. “If that’s okay, of course. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

   A carefully tucked away bubble of laughter rises up in your throat. You push the incessant thing back down for fear of being considered impolite, and Peter catches a glimpse at that adorable expression you make before you laugh anyway, so it’s almost like he heard the sound despite it not actually being audible. “Peter Parker, I would be honored.” He bounces a little in his seat, because when he’s overly excited it’s downright impossible for him to sit still, and he rests one hand on your cheek as you continue looking forward. He kisses the side of your face quickly then takes his hand and places it back in it’s proper position; gripping yours.

   “I know it’s early but,” he pauses so he can listen to the vows being exchanged. It’s his favorite part of a wedding, even if he’s only been to two. Three, counting this one. He thinks about his vows to you would be eighty seven pages long, respectively. There’s no one he could downsize it. When the bride says her last few words, Peter continues, “I really really can’t wait for our wedding. I just know it’s gonna happen. And I’m so ready for it. Not, like, now obviously but you know, in a few years, when we’re still in love and we know more than ever that we have is permanent. I’m ready for that.” 

   You’re too lovesick to form a proper reply. You’re afraid that if you open your mouth, you’ll start crying. It wouldn’t seem too improper if you did; weddings often left guests teary eyed as they made their way to the reception. Either you’d cry, or you’d let out a loud squeal of joy and hug the life out of this boyfriend of yours that keeps saying the sweetest things to you. He leans further into you, his head tilted to rest against yours. “You’ll look so beautiful up there. More so than you do right now, if that’s even possible.” He sighs wistfully, then places his other hand on your knee reassuringly. When you’re flustered, you have a hard time forming a coherent sentence, so he understands why you’re not saying anything now. You’re saving the sweet words you always deliver for when you’re sitting back in Peter’s room in a few hours in your sweatpants and stretching out on his bed like its your own. “One day?” He looks to you for the confirmation. 

    You kiss his forehead, your lips lingering there for a second. His eyes close at your touch. “One day, for sure.” 

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Hot For Teacher

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Just felt like being a slut. This is just a fantasy of mine. Dean comes after the reader years later after he let her walk out of his life once. He is not making that mistake again. It’s short, and I’ve been extremely busy. Hope you don’t hate it.

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#3 I am flirting with you

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word count: 11,277

Warnings: Blow jobs, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk

Requested: Yes

A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,

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The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.

“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.

“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.

“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”

Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”

Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”

Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.

Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed

Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked

“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.

“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.

“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.

Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.

“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.

“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.

Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”

Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”

He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”

Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”

He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”

“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”

When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.

The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.

She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.

Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”

She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.

“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”

That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.

He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”

“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.

He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.

“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.

Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.

Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.

Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.

“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.

“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.

“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.

“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.

Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.

Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.

Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.

Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.

“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.

“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.

With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.

He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.

The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”

Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.

Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.

“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.

He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.

“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.

“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.

“Pink” Calum simply said.

When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.

Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.

Graduation Present

Title: Graduation Present

Paring: Teacher!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warning: Delicious Jensen smut

A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with you all. Enjoy!!



Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate degree.

You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook and then squat down to take a closer look.

Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours. His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.

Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the clock.

Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting. “It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”

Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you had to talk to him about a grade or something.

“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.

“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate professor, no need to be too formal.”

“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not noticing you flip the lock on the door.

              This semester started with the goal to graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr. Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair, palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.

              Did I achieve this goal? I’m about to find out.

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Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.


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The Interrogation Room

SPN FanFic

~Officer Winchester has a few more questions for you…~

Dean x Reader

1,807 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Playfully Dom!Dean (trust me), bit o’spanking, handcuffs… ya know, SMUT.

A/N: Here’s your Pick-A-Smut 2.4K Winner! Special thank you to @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie​ for the beta!

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Dean shut the door and threw the deadbolt closed. The click echoed through the empty room, ricocheting off of the ugly green painted cement walls and ringing in your ears. The interrogation room was cold and dark; a single light fixture hung above the plain table, swaying in the breeze that Dean had created when he slammed the door shut.

You were pacing behind the table, fingers rubbing your temples as you went over the case. Something wasn’t adding up, something about the perp you’d just interviewed wasn’t sitting right with you. Your head was a jumble of facts, your body tense and aching, and then there was Dean, locking the door and grinning at you with that smirk you so loved. You knew exactly what that look meant, and while it did send a wave of heat through your core, you also knew you didn’t have time for his games.

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The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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