ship:-megdean

She had discarded the gag a long time ago, preferring everyone hear the sweet noises coming from his mouth. If she had known Dean was this noisy of a slut she would have fucked him a long time ago.

Instead she’s got him in her lap now, his panties pushed aside as he bounces on the silicone cock. Low, throaty moans keep leaving him, head thrown back, and she bets that his eyes are blown wide behind the blindfold she has on him.

He keeps struggling in the binds the has on him, arms tied behind his back so he can not fight her. He wanted this though, the both did, a quick hate fuck to let out pent up frustrations. Meg laughs internally, knowing he will hate himself for this later, throw some stupid threats, claim she coerced him into this when they know he had been begging her for it.

Whining and needy as she had wrapped her hand around his pretty little throat and kissed him until his lips were swollen and raw. Had him eating at her cunt till his face was covered in her juices. Here he was now, begging her to let him come and she would not let him. Not until she had her fill of him. Until she was done teasing him, and marking him up so even Sam and Castiel knew just what had happened and how much Dean had wanted it.

peanut butter sandwiches

More Hell fluff. IDK I have this weird headcanon where Meg and Dean would sit side-by-side on the racks at the end of the torture day and just chill.

“Do you miss anything about Earth?” Dean asked.

Frowning, Meg rolled over on the rack and propped herself up on her elbow. “Why? Do you?”

“Burgers,” he answered honestly. “Food.”

Meg laughed and absently stroked his bare chest, the dried blood that coated his body coming off in flakes. “Yeah, food.”

“The first thing we should do when we go topside is get food,” Dean suggested. “After we find bodies. I wanna be tall this time.”

“Fine. We’ll pick you out a tall meatsuit and go get food. I don’t want burgers, though.”

“Oh? What do you want?”

“A peanut butter sandwich and a nice, tall glass of milk,” Meg answered, a slight smile blooming on her face. “I love peanut butter. One good thing you humans did.”

“What kind of demon likes peanut butter?”

Mouth dropping open in mock-surprise, Meg moved so she was on top of him, pinning Dean to the rack by his shoulders. “What kind of demon likes burgers?”

“I’m not a demon.”

“Yet,” she pointed out, gently running the tips of her claws along the skin near his eyes. “Soon, though. Your eyes are turning black.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me, either. Once you’re one of us I’ll take you topside, and we’ll get you a burger.”

Dean laughed. “And I’ll get you a peanut butter sandwich. Promise.”

“You’re such a fucking sap.”

“You love it, though.”

Smiling, Meg leaned down and kissed him. “Oh, I do.”

anonymous asked:

He didn't like to think about it. That nagging in the back of his head, the tightness in his chest. When he peeled off the road outside Lucifer's crypt, he hadn't given her a 2nd thought,the hell beast. After all she had once been their biggest enemy but the truth was that now that she was gone he felt her absence like an ache. A cold, ocean of darkness that surrounded him. It's not that he hadn't told Cas about Meg's death b/c he didn't care but b/c he couldn't deal with it & he didn't know why

I’m getting Anon Mean in my inbox.  I don’t know what to do with myself.

maidenpool asked:

Meg and Dean's 'rebellious phases' involve dating each other to piss off their parents. Azazel shrugs it off. "I know that Sam Winchester kid is younger than you, but he's a nice boy. Date Sam Winchester."

"Date anyone except for that denim wrapped nightmare."

maidenpool asked:

Wiping the blood from her hands, Meg turned away, ignoring the human soul sobbing on the rack between them. Her true form’s tail stretched out across the body, lazy and relaxed. “Hey, Meg?” “What, Dean?” She stiffened when a hand closed around her tail and gave it a painful tug. She turned to glare and saw his eyes sparkling with mischief. For a moment she saw the human boy he’d been. “So, when do I get a tail?” For the first time since they'd come together, Meg let out a genuine laugh.

OMG I somehow missed this one

"Cataclysm" by Rogue (ft. Meg Dean)

Wow, where do I begin with this amazing new track from Rogue? The production quality of this song is so high, that he must have been working on it for months!

Let me just list everything I like about “Cataclysm”: Meg Dean’s beautiful vocal work, the unique lyrics, the length (love tracks that are longer than 4 minutes and this one is over 5!), the progression (each minute gets better and better), and of course the music/production quality is top notch.

Rogue just set the bar for quality electronic music with this jaw-dropping song. Listen to it now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWizvjVHQBA

Skware Root Description: Beautiful, high-quality moombacore

aesthetically-blessed asked:

Yeah I for sure need you to explain to me why you ship Dean and Meg.

I’m shocked no one has questioned some of my ships before, because there are some weird ones.

But this is one I can actually explain, sort of.

I feel like they have really similar personalities. They’re both incredibly loyal and snarky and just I really like the way their personalities go together?Though, canon wise, it would never be anymore than Hate-sex. 

It’s honestly not something I hardcore ship. It’s one of those things where sometimes I feel like something different, and it’s one of my fallback ships. Because, yeah, I adore Destiel and Sabriel, but sometimes I’m in the mood for something different.

anonymous asked:

Dean can remember the first time he actually noticed how beautiful Meg was. He'd been knocked out by some werewolf trying to escape from him and when he came to, she was standing over him, mocking him. The light shone from behind, darkening her features and casting a hazy halo around her, the brown hair framing her face while drawing his attention to her plump, scarlet lips. How had he not noticed them before? He feigned injury to hide his distraction but all he could think of was kissing her.