so you wanna get laid

Shadow - Part 3

Word Count: 2486

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Blood

Tagging: @letsgetoutalive @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @pb-5minutefanfiction @faith-in-dean @blacktithe7 @supernotnatural2005 @paolathedragonichuntress @nothingeverdies @thegirlwiththeimpala @queen-of-the-unbroken-hearts @abaddonewithya @deans-cherry-pie1

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The three of you climbed the elevator gate in the warehouse, trying to get to the floor where Meg would be. You went first, being the smallest; they hoped you could squeeze through the gate if they couldn’t. Dean had his hand on your ass as he pushed you up.

“Dean, can you get your hand off my ass please?” You whisper-yelled.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he smirked, moving his hand down to your thigh.

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anonymous asked:

so Paxton you wanna get laid tonight- a random ravenclaw male

Paxton: No. Stop. Your approach is all wrong. 

Turn around, grab a drink, and compliment me at least 4 times before asking anything in relation to getting into my dorm tonight.

And I might consider it.

After all, you are quite fit and would look absolutely lovely in Slytherin green.

“I mean— technically speaking– I wasn’t the one that hit him. McGregor did.” Molly shrugged her shoulders as she sat outside the Quidditch locker rooms, taping up her knuckles. “So if you wanna give shit to anyone for knocking Longbottom, McGregor’s off getting laid in his dorm.” She said bluntly, not looking up at whoever was standing in front of her.

She wasn’t sure anymore if she had gotten drunk because she was sad or if the alcohol had brought her sadness to the surface. It probably didn’t matter. All she knew was that it was so late that most people had already left the bar she was sitting in, but she was still unwilling to move, staring at the almost empty glass in front of her. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement, someone approaching her.

“Don’t bother sitting down, don’t bother buying me a drink. There’s not even a tiny little chance that I’ll go home with you, so if you wanna get laid tonight, hit on some other woman,” she mumbled without even so much as looking up to see who it was.