smooth whiskey

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
—  Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton
Mother’s Milk

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: None really. Sass, breast milk, talk of future sex

AN: This was written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess birthday challenge. My prompt was the one with the breast milk. Hope you guys like it. I tried to make it fluffy and funny with a real life situation that I and many other mother’s have actually seen! Special thanks to @jalove-wecallhimdean for betaing for me as always!

Originally posted by deanimagines67

You hadn’t really given much thought to having kids, but now that you had one you were head over heels in love with the tiny human being you had managed to create. You had given birth to a little girl just 17 days ago. She was going to be a heartbreaker as she got older with your (h/c) hair and button nose and her father’s pouty lips and hopefully his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart. How are my two favorite girls today?” You heard your husbands whiskey smooth voice in the nursery doorway and you turned with a smile on your face, gently rocking your daughter to soothe her whimpers.

“We’re good…been a little fussy today though. I think she’s got an upset tummy.” You explained in a soft voice, watching as your daughter finally began to settle into your arms. The look of pure devastation on Dean’s face almost made you laugh. He was so protective of his little girl and the thought of her in any kind of pain made his heart ache. “You’re home early.”

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Speak of the Devil - Part 1

This all started because of this blurb, so i recommend you read that first. This is my first series i’ve ever started, so feedback is welcome.

Warnings: language, naturally.

His hands were beside your head, hips pressing ever-so-gently against yours, caging you in. Not that you’d want to escape. His breath was hitting your lips, making your head go a bit hazy. You stared him in the eye, trying not to give in, trying not to beg for him to do something. He chuckled, low in his chest, a sound that vibrated your being and made you shiver.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he spoke, voice as smooth as whiskey, “all you have to do is say the magic word.”

“Please,” you finally whispered, letting your gaze drop to his mouth and slowly drag back up to his eyes. He gave you a wicked grin, then immediately leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. They were fierce, and purposeful, and when his tongue grazed your lower lip, you didn’t dare deny him access. His tongue swept against yours, and with a moan you noticed he was gyrating his hips against yours. You made a move to grab at his jacket, and he pulled away, teasing you. You did your best to keep a whine from leaving you, but to no avail.

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Title: Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey Pairing: Reader x Dean Warnings: none Word count: 1,339 Prompt/theme song: Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

A/N: This came to me while listening to, you guessed it, Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton. It’s written in both the reader then Dean’s point of view. I’m just starting out in fan-fiction, and this is the first fic I’ve ever posted so I hope you like it! As I’m posting my first fic, I want to give a very special thank you to a-screaming-ghost for being there, offering advice, helping me with writing, and just being supportive and a great friend. Thank you Mer. And also I want to thank two people I see as kind if my mentors and whose blogs I love, supernaturalfreewill and deanwritings . Thank you so much!

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  You walked into the tavern and your eyes scanned the room for a familiar figure. Looking to the bar your eyes landed on him, Dean Winchester. You’d recognize him anywhere, that leather jacket that fit him so well (compared to his dad’s old one), those broad shoulders, and light brown hair you’d always wanted to run your fingers through. You hadn’t realized until tonight what it all meant. What he meant to you.

  You walked towards him and noticed his usually in-command stance was nowhere to be seen and you wondered at that, maybe this wasn’t the right time… But no, you had to do this now, you couldn’t wait any longer.

  "I’ll take the bottle.“ You heard him say as the barmaid came to refill his glass. You took a deep breathe and and went to sit beside him.

 "No, he’s good.” You said sliding the whiskey bottle away from him. He looked at you trying to seem angry but then just turned back to his glass looking defeated.

  "Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?“ He asked.

  "Yeah I was.“ You shrugged

 "So why are you here instead of with Alex?”

  "Because something happened.“

“What happened? did he do something?” He asked. You half smiled and shook your head.

  "Nothing bad. He wanted me to dress up nice and took me to a high-end restaurant. Real nice and proper and romantic. Not your style, of course.” You paused. Dean shook his head and looked at you for a second before returning to sulkily looking down at his empty glass.

 "And then he asked me to marry him.“

 He lifted his head and you could see the surprised look he held, then his face fell even more, if that was possible. You took that in and continued.

 "As I sat there thinking about getting married, walking down the aisle towards the rest of my life, and looking into the eyes of the man I loved with every fiber in me. You know what I saw Dean?” He remained silent so you answered your own question.

 "I didn’t see Alex, I saw you Dean. I saw myself looking into your eyes. And it all came together then, all the time we’ve had together. All the accidental touches that maybe weren’t so accidental after all. When we would finish each others thoughts, and sing our favorite songs together ignoring Sam begging us to turn it down. How happy and complete I was being with you and Sam. Something clicked inside of me and realized that I-… I love you Dean.“ You finished soft but strongly.

  He I looked at you now, with a look of disbelief and something else… You rushed on

  "Yeah I know, no chick flick moments. And you’re not big on I love you’s, but Dean-”

 He didn’t let you finish, leaning forward, grabbing your face, and kissing you hard, with the passion of a thousand I love you’s. Hope. Joy. That’s what else you had seen in his eyes. It took your breathe away but you weren’t gonna waste any time and you kissed him back. Trying to make up for all of the times you should have said I love you.

 "Why didn’t you just start with that?“ Dean asked smirking.

 You smiled and bit your lip, still tasting Dean, as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey. And you let all the regret slip away, because all that mattered now was you, here with Dean, where you belonged. Where you always had and always would belong.

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Dean’s P.O.V

  I hadn’t drank like this in a while, not since you had been around. That dark pit inside of me I usually tried to fill with alcohol, didn’t feel so deep with you there filling it up. But ever since you started going out with that Alex guy you weren’t around as much. Tonight the pit had come back, and it was hungry. Seeing you dressed up, looking so happy and ready for your nice dinner that you certainly deserved, but knowing that smile was for another guy… I know I should’ve been happy that you were happy, but I couldn’t help it, I was miserable. So here I was ready to drink the night away to keep my mind off of you. I finished the last drink of Whiskey, then when the barmaid came to refill it I decided I might as well keep the bottle since I’d be here for a while.

 "I’ll take the bottle.” I told her. But before I could get to it, a delicate hand pushed it away and a voice I recognized instantly said,

  "No, he’s good.“ I looked at you trying to look pissed but seeing your face, I couldn’t manage it.. What were you even doing here?

 "Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” I asked.

 "Yeah I was.“ You answered

 "So why are you here instead of with Alex?” I tried to keep the disparagement out of my voice.

 "Because something happened.“

  I didn’t want to show too much concern, no good getting my hopes up, so I calmly asked,

 "What happened? Did he do something?” I would kill him if he’d hurt you but at the same time I hoped it was over.

  "Nothing bad. He wanted me to dress up nice and took me to a high-end restaurant. Real nice and proper and romantic. Not your style, of course.“ You paused.

 What were you trying to do? Rub it in that I wasn’t like your dream guy? I just shook my head and looked down to my glass.

 "And then he asked me to marry him.“ You stated.

 That was not what I friggin’ expected. My stomach dropped, the pit was pulling me in. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. But you continued talking.

 "As I sat there thinking about getting married, walking down the aisle towards the rest of my life, and looking into the eyes of the man I loved with every fiber in me. You know what I saw Dean?”

  I didn’t answer. You had no idea what you were doing to me. I was just about to tell you to please just leave me to wallow in peace when you went on to answer your own question.

   "I didn’t see Alex, I saw you Dean. I saw myself looking into your eyes. And it all came together then, all the time we’ve had together. All the accidental touches that maybe weren’t so accidental after all. When we would finish each others thoughts, and sing our favorite songs together ignoring Sam begging us to change it. How happy and complete I was being with you and Sam. Something clicked inside of me and realized that I-… I love you Dean.“

 Sweet baby Jesus this had to be a dream. I turned to look you in the eye, trying to decide if this was real and you had really just told me what I’d dreamed of hearing you say and  telling you. You loved me?

   "Yeah I know, no chick flick moments. And you’re not big on I love you’s, but Dean-”

 I didn’t let you finish, there was no need. Taking your face in my hands and your lips in mine, I tried to convey with all the passion in me how much I loved you, because words failed me. Pure joy is what I felt, and I could practically taste the passion you returned as you kissed me back. You were as warm as a glass of brandy.

 "Why didn’t you just start with that?“ I asked teasingly, thinking it sure would have saved me a lot of trouble.

 I took in you biting your lip and smiling at me. And I could feel it, I was out of the pit. You, your love, it had me so high I wasn’t coming down anytime soon. And it felt right, this is where I belonged, and this how I hoped it would always stay.

Tennessee Whiskey

Happy Smut Appreciation Day! This fic was inspired by THIS song, “Tennessee Whiskey” by Chris Stapleton. 

TITLE: Tennessee Whiskey
PAIRING: Dean x Female Reader
WORD COUNT: ~1700

TAGS: (Hope you guys don’t mind, but your posts said you wanted to be tagged in the smut!) @manawhaat @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @winchesterenthusiast

Originally posted by bloglikeaman

You closed your eyes, savoring every drop of the honey-smooth whiskey that slid down your throat. You savored the burn that settled in your belly, taking in a deep breath and holding it as long as you could, before you slowly exhaled. You kept your eyes closed, biting on your bottom lip as calloused hands came to grip your hips before slowly—God, so slowly—sliding up your sides.

Those hands slid back down, taking hold of your hips, pulling you backwards just a bit, until your back met a hard, muscled chest. You smiled, biting your lip again as you felt the hard, jean-covered bulge against the small of your back. He didn’t seem too worried about it, so you just leaned into him, smiling wider when his arms slid around you, crossing over your stomach.

You shivered, as lips gently pressed against your skin, just under your ear.

“Can I show you something?”

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Chris Stapleton ~ Tennessee Whiskey (Audio)

I used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’ve known
But you rescued me from reachin’ for the bottom
And brought me back from being too far gone

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

I’ve looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle always dry
But when you poured out your heart I didn’t waste it
‘Cause there’s nothing like your love to get me high

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey…….

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They have fostered an unspoken ritual together. After a mission, whether it is taking down a key target or fetching needed supplies with a few other Loyalists, Corvo knows to turn to the rooftops. Martin will always be there. This time he’s in just his shirtsleeves, jacket unseen and attentive to a bottle of wine. He’s given a smile when Corvo announces his presence and the bottle is offered. Corvo enjoys these little moments where he can unfold in the safety of the darkness and in the comfort of welcoming company. Martin is disarming, an interesting aspect to The Loyalists. His words are a glass of whiskey, smooth with a punch that stays with you, the liquor warming in his hands as he nurses it — keeps it close.

“Where did you get the wine?” Corvo inquires after taking a swig. It tastes good and he already knows the answer. Martin confirms it with a lazy grin, just barely able to catch it in the dim lighting of the area.

“Just doing my priestly duties and giving Pendleton a helping hand,” he laughs and Corvo laughs with him, eyes crinkling. “I snagged Campbell’s cigars before they cleaned out his office. Should have brought them up here,” Martin reflects and Corvo can’t help it. Can’t help smiling as he shakes his head, taking another swig of the wine.

“For later,” Corvo returns.

“For later,” Martin confirms.

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