Square Filled: Spanking Ship: Dean x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Smutty, Spanking Word Count: 882 Summary: Dean finds a new appreciation for your curves A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo and for @loveitsallineed as part of my 2K Kinky Celebration Drabbles who requested a Dean x Reader with the prompt “I’m ready to try again, if you are?”
There was no question that Dean thought you were attractive. But he never realized his true appreciation for your posterior until one night that you were bowling in the bunker - with beer bottles.
Ending the game after getting yet another perfect strike, Sam bid goodnight to you and Dean as he retreated to his room.
One thing about beer bottle bowling was the annoying manual reset of the game. Dean opened yet another bottle of beer, taking a swig while you cleaned up the pins. You bent down to pick up the bottles, getting on your hands and knees when one bottle rolled under the table. It was a small struggle to reach it as you began feeling tipsy at this angle.
Forget everything you’ve ever learned about the tale of how the propane bombs were planted at Columbine High. We all know how slick and cool REB and VoDkA came across in the famous scene of Zero Hour. They strolled into the Commons with fierce purpose shrouded in their uber school shooter dark aesthetic: black trench coats, combat boots and shades carrying their
pièce de résistance bombs in their “bags of terrorism” (yes, they referred to them as that). Casually kneeling down and setting their instruments of terror with ease right in front of their peers.
But in reality?
Well, reality paints a very different picture demonstrating how banal the entire thing looked. Amazingly ordinary and casual..yet as we’ll later learn, they almost look a little too slow pokey considering their very tight schedule.
I lightened these images up and sharpened them as well.
‘Eric’ approaching the column from the left wobbling a bit with his orange gym bag held in his right hand
A wild ‘Dylan’ lopes forth approaching the column from the left carrying his navy blue gym bag in his left hand
Here be some ordinary looking dudes hauling their heavy but lethal gym bags near the columns in the cafeteria. ‘Eric’s’ small frame is struggling a slight bit barely managing to prevent the bag from coming into contact with objects or people walking by. The two are having no trouble being themselves, looking effortlessly awkward yet casual af while ironically implementing something deadly..
Of course, we didn’t really expect that level of dramatic professionalism from Eric and Dylan now did we? Nah.. Not really.
This is going to be long. so read on under the cut. :)
The alter felt his arms trembling, blood burning his veins as he eased to a crawl, eye twitching as he fought to see, only seeing darkness.
“Dark… can you hear me?” the green haired ego licked his cracked lips, voice a hoarse croak of desperation. He felt blood dripping from his lips, but he didn’t care. He needed to see Dark.
The other ego was sprawled a few feet away in the inky universe like blackness they were in. Anti hesitated, his stomach clenching in the sudden rush of fear and panic that rushed over him, the floor just black, no walls, just endless black. He felt like he was going to fall.
What was happening?
“Dark-” he breathed, his eyes slowing to a close, squeezing tight. He could make it. For Dark.
Crawling at a snail’s pace, the alter felt his throat tight and dry, desperate to see and go back to reality.
When his hand bumped leather, his breath returned, a heavy sigh of relief leaving him. He shot his eyes open and focused on sitting up the stirring brunette. “Dark, please, I don’t know where we are.”
After coughing and gripping the irishman’s jeans with a hand to steady himself, the other male cracked his eyes open, both burning to the brim with tears.
“Wh…er.e… A..nt..i…?” he wheezed, trying to choke out some words. His eyes searched around. There was nothing…
i need this; nsfw, felching, mild comeplay, overstimulation, bottom dean]
Cas fucks into Dean steady and slow, his hands vise-tight at Dean’s hips and his mouth open and wet at the side of Dean’s neck. He murmurs Dean’s name. Dean moans and arches up into him, trying to get more, trying to keep Cas inside him. He curls his toes in the scratchy, motel sheets. The headboard bangs against the wall like a drum.
They rarely get the chance to take their time these days. Amara is an adult now, the same dark-eyed woman Dean had met in a gritty cloud of dust and ash, and she trails destruction behind her wherever she goes – sometimes soulless people, sometimes pockets of monster activity, usually both. They’ve been on the road nearly every day for the last three months, driving twelve or fourteen hours at a time and crashing in crappy motels, often sharing with Sam. Dean loves Cas with everything he has – he loves falling asleep beside him, loves jacking him in the shower and sucking him off in the back seat of the Impala – but he’s missed this. He’s missed feeling stretched open and full. He’s missed the soft, awed look that crosses Cas’ face when he’s buried inside Dean to the hilt.
Requested prompt: “Damn, you’re cute.” & “Ever been to an amusement park?”
Wonder Woman spots you running after your dog; and you’re enticed.
You’re dog had no patients. It’s natural instincts overriding any sense of love or trust you thought you had between you two. He ran. Jumped. Leaped over rocks, puddles, logs, when he got loose, or saw the flapping wings of a bird.
“Damn it” You’d mutter, preparing your body for the only exercise it will have in awhile. Your prepared yourself. Taking a deep breath, you took a step back, and pounced into action. Your legs slicing the air as fast as you could. You smiled, seeing the distance between your dog and you tighten. But it then grew larger. Your breath grew heavy.
“Come on come on” You muttered out of breath. Your legs slowed, feeling tight and sore. You resorted to yelling,
“FIN! FIN! HERE BOY! COME ON!”
A streak faster than you slid beside you. Your head turned. A woman. A fast woman. She wore a red tight dress. Her heels digging into the ground, leaving brown dirt to be flicked up behind her. You slowed down, brows fussed. She ran like a cheetah; fast yet agile, elegant, if you can even run like that. She crept up to Fin easily, within moments of you stopping; gently picking him up into her arms. She slowed down and turned, her black thick hair flipping with her head.
“Well how about that,” you muttered.
She walked to you, constantly turning to Fin to smile, then pulling her head away at his licks. She giggled, probably the cutest giggle you’d ever heard. As she got closer, her features became more prominent. Her smile was wide and big, old school even. She handed Finn to you, scrunching her nose and leaning her forehead into Fins,
“Oh be careful, he sometimes-” Finn started licking him, and she began giggling,
“..bites…” You finished off quietly, surprised he wasn’t viciously attacking her.
“um,” You cleared you throat, You smiled,
“Thank you, for catching Fin.” You say, she stood up tall. Very tall. Oh my she was tall. She smiled gracefully,
“My pleasure!” She had an accent. It enticed your ears.
“Damn,” you said quietly, “You’re cute.” Your eyes widened,
“I-I meant your accent!” You quickly finished off. She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear,
“You’re dog is also very cute.” She said.
You looked at Finn, the nuisance on four legs, you laughed,
“He’s annoying, more annoying than the ‘Hit the Ducks’ game at the new amusement park. I don’t really even no why they installed it to be honest, it’s just too hard for anyone, But i sup-”
“Amusement park?” She said slowly, eyes in concentration, interrupting your ramble.
“You know, like a park or place you go to to have fun? Play games? Ever been to an amusement park?” You asked. Her head was quizzical. ‘Oh’, you thought.
“Well hey,” You said, catching her attention,
“In thanks for catching Finn, how about i take you.” You said casually.
“To the park?” She questioned. You smiled,
“Yes, and Finn can come too.”
-A little short, but hope you don’t mind :) Hoped you enjoyed. Hadn’t done a WW imagine before so this was fun and a new experience.
-I am also fully aware she would probably already know what an amusement park is, but….yeah i have no explanation for her not knowing what it is -_- Sorry.
i rewatched pride this evening with my parents, and i was struck by the intimacy of so many of these small moments; sharing a cigarette, slow dancing, a tight hug, holding hands or sharing a bed. so much media about lgbt+ people is Dramatic and bold and Important, which i don’t condemn, far from it – but this. this is important too. quiet moments, full of life.