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.
Prompt Number: 2 Title: In Hell Author: SkittytheGreat Pairing(s): Meg/Dean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8887 Warnings/Kinks: Bloodplay, Bondage, discussion of Torture, Hell setting Summary: For thirty years, Dean said no to taking up the knife. When he finally said yes, it was the act of a broken man. Meg, watching him struggle, is torn between amusement and understanding. In each other, they find the only kind of violence they can truly control. The only kind of pain they actually want. Link: AO3
Prompt for Anonymous: Meg/Dean
“I lost my little brother at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you so it seems like i’ll have to get your number - at least your hella cute” AU.
he only let him out of his sight for two seconds. Sam had been dead-set in
getting his Lucky Charms, so Dean had sighed and told him to wait by the cart. When
he returned with the cereal boxes, Sam was nowhere to be seen.
first reaction, of course, was to panic. He looked around the aisle, calling
out his name and already picturing all the worst case scenarios. He could
already hear his father’s screaming when he returned home Sam-less. He imagined
his little brother’s picture with his missing-teeth smile in carton milks and “Have
You Seen Me?” signs on telephone posts, and oh, God, oh, God, what if somebody
had snatched him? What if they had taken him away? People who just stole
ten-year-olds couldn’t be any good. What if he never saw his little brother
come on!” he shouted, as he ran up and down the aisles. “This isn’t funny!
Where are you?”
He was a
heartbeat away from asking the grocery store’s guard for help, but after he
passed down an aisle he swore had been empty a second before, he saw Sam
sitting by a black-haired girl. She must have been Dean’s age, fourteen or
fifteen tops, but she had red strands in her hair and a nose ring.
sure this is okay?” Sam asked her.
girl replied. “They don’t have cameras pointing this way, see?”
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.
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.”
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.
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.