this two mix well

Percy Jackson Lotus Flower Cookies

*Vegan*
Yields 2 dozen cookies

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 3 ½ cups flour
  • 1 ½ cup vegan butter
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons rose water
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Whisk
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper
  • 2-inch circle cookie cutter
  • Plastic wrap
Decoration
  • Pink vegan frosting in a decorating bag fitted with a #366 tip

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a medium bowl whisk together flour and salt.
  3. In large bowl, beat butter and powdered sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla extract and rose water.
  4. Add the dry ingredients and mix on low until well combined.
  5. Divide dough into two halves and then wrap each half in plastic wrap. Stick them in the fridge to chill.
  6. Roll out dough to about ¼ an inch thick and then use a cookie cutter to cut circles. Place the circles onto a lined baking sheet and then bake for 12 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Use a #366 leaf tip to pipe pink frosting onto each cookie in a lotus flower design.Start with larger petals on the outside and work your way to the center, making the petals smaller as you go.
  2. TaDa! If you feed these Percy Jackson lotus cookies to your guests, they’ll never want to leave!
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Webtoon Recs  [2/?] The Moon That Rises In The Day

A man stuck in time and a woman who flows with time. The story of a strife that goes back and forth between the present and the past.

🎀 Charming Lip Balm 🎀

To charm anyone in your path~

Supplies
*petroleum jelly
*vanilla extract
*peppermint extract
*honey
*crushed rosemary/lavender
*container of choice with lid

- heat the petroleum jelly for 30 seconds
- mix in ½ tsp of honey, mix well
- mix in two drops vanilla, 3 drops peppermint, mix well
- sprinkle in the rosemary or lavender
- while mixing, focus all intent and energy into the Balm
- place in the container, tightening the lid
- let set overnight

Use anytime you’d like to get your way*


*does not work in sexual situations.

WILD STARS (KotoPana Mix)
  • WILD STARS (KotoPana Mix)
  • Hanayo Koizumi & Kotori Minami
  • WILD STARS
Play

These two never really get chances to shine. Well actually, they got two chances to shine, but they didn’t really get the opportunity to show off the full range of what their voices can do. So here’s what I’ve got, a KotoPana Mix of “WILD STARS” to show off their usual voices we know and the deep range that they should’ve seriously used more. Enjoy!

May I introduce? Cilia-Vira Nemek aka CV!

I thoughed since I have two guardians it would be great to have two candies as well c:
So this brat is basicly a mix of myself and ma fave character of all time :D

She is 18 y/o, loves illustration and her ex boyfriend is Viktor.
Right now she is single, but who knows who will come across…

She is a lil mean bitch and loves to tease people. But deep inside she has a big heart and actually she is loyality in person.

She works as a  tattoo artist, and lives alone c:

Felt like making a fusion! I’ll probably do more (cough cough suggest who you want)
but first up we have Kara and Oso! (Krosamatsu?)
A surprisingly stable duo, when these two fuse their personalities mix well and are definetly the type of guy who could liven up a party
They are however, very needy, and demand everyone’s full attention. When ignored and neglected the fusion tends to fall apart however these two will occasionally form Krosamatsu together just for the sake of comforting each other.

Orange Chocolate Chip Cheesecake Muffins

Need a little pick me up for your romance? Maybe you had a fight and need to smooth some ruffled feathers. This recipe helps boost the love. Remember to put the love you feel into it as you mix and bake! 

 You will need:
 4 oz. cream cheese

softened ¼ cup confectioner’s sugar 

¼ cup mini chocolate chips 

2-½ cups flour 

1 Tbsp. baking powder 

½ tsp. salt 

1 egg 

1-¼ cup milk (I used buttermilk) 

½ cup brown sugar 

1/3 cup unsalted butter 

melted 2 tsp. 

grated orange zest 

¼ tsp. vanilla extract 

¼ cup orange marmalade  

Directions: 

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease 12 muffin cups or line with paper muffin liners. - Beat together cream cheese and confectioners’ sugar until smooth. Stir in chocolate chips and set aside. Think of your loved one as you mix it together. Think of how well the two of you blend together to create 1 love. - In a large mixing bowl, combine all-purpose flour, baking powder and salt. In a separate bowl, beat together egg milk, brown sugar, butter, lemon zest and vanilla extract. Stir egg mixture into dry ingredients, stirring just until moistened. - Spoon batter into muffin cups to ¾ full. Top each portion with 1 tablespoon cream cheese mixture and 1 teaspoon marmalade. As you fill up the comes, think of love filling the yours and your loved ones heart! - Bake in preheated oven for 20 minutes, or until golden. Cool in pan for 5 minutes, then remove muffins and cool on rack. Store in airtight container.

From the Recipe Book of: Member Gianna

anonymous asked:

What is alterious attraction? (Idk if i spelled that right)

alterous attraction is….it’s hard to put into words.

it’s an emotional attraction that isn’t quite romantic or platonic, but can be mixed with those two. (and with sexual, sensual, etc attraction as well). alterous can be pretty strong, and a lot of people mistake it as romantic attraction.

for me, when i feel alterous attraction towards someone, i get very….into them? i don’t know how to word it. i tend to daydream about them a lot, and i’ll smile really easily. i’ll think about doing various things with them like traveling together, watching movies, cuddle sessions, etc. i get this really deep, emotional feeling of “god, i freaking love you”.

not everyone experiences it the same way, i think. this is just how i do.

you can check the alterous tag for more!

Christmas Prompt: Santa and his elf

Mixing two older damis because they work well - atleast i thought they did

Holiday request! Could you maybe do an Older Damian Wayne one where his s/o comes to the manor in the morning and makes him wear Christmas PJs and has him bake holiday treats with her and jam out to Christmas music? Or something like that please? I just can’t get the image of Damian wearing like Santa PJs out of my head lol. (and) if you’re doing requests could you do one where damian and the reader are decorating the reader’s christmas tree at their appartment and Damian is perplexed and at the same time intrigued by all of this

@whovianayesha @civilwarkilledme @too-many-fandoms666 @insideoflit @tamanamohain @dragonempress123 @dc-reader @jadedhillon

                             ————————————-

You giggled as you snuck in through the front door.
He wasn’t expecting to see you later, and you were too excited to pass up this opportunity.
Racing quietly up the stairs you repeated the plan over in your head, ensuring you had it 100% right.

You finally reached your destination and taped a sign to the door, before glancing over at the huddled figure under the blankets and silently making your move.
Finally you were done, and onto the next phase of your plan.


                                            ******

Damian woke up to loud christmas music blaring through the household.
Glancing at the time, he figured it was Dick that was behind the music, and debated staying in bed instead of giving him the attention he yearned.

No. He thought, Dick would be with his own kids.
And his father was on holiday, it must be y/n.

Whistling to the music he turned to pull out some clothes, and panicked when he saw nothing in his drawers. Racing to the closet, he found the same there - nothing. Groaning, he turned and saw a neat box wrapped underneath a sign on the door that said “Wear me!”

As he opened the box he picked up the red material and slowly pulled it on, whilst thanking that the household was empty, except you.
He slowly made his way down the stairs and closer to the music, careful to be sure it wasn’t a prank by his brothers.

He felt relieved however when he saw you in the kitchen and  dancing about in a little elves dress.

“Santa!” You sang out as you saw him.

He had caught you stirring the mixture for the cookies and put the bowl down to kiss him.
Wrapping your arms around him, you gave him an enthusiastic kiss before returning to the cookies.
“So does this mean you’re my jolly little helper today?” He chuckled as he glanced at the cookie cutters

“If you want me to be, but i’m going to need your help today.” You grinned at him
“This isn’t to do with this is it?” He asked pointing down at the costume
“Nope.” You grinned and he let out a sigh of relief
“Good because i’m not getting out of this house dressed like this.” He smiled warmly at you before coming over to help you.

Damian couldn’t believe it.
He, the Prince of Gotham, was in your apartment, still in the santa onesie.
“So the cookies were to bribe me?” He asked simply, but unable to hide the slight note of amusement.
“Among other things.”
“Oh?” He inquired with a playful  grin
“That your kitchen is much better than mine.” You chuckled
“Well the offer to move in is still open beloved.”
“But i love my shitty little apartment!” You said and right on cue the heat panel wheezed as it warmed the small space “It has character.”

He chuckled and shook his head “ So what do you want me to do?”
“Decorate the tree with me.” You said sweetly
“Why?” He asked with a perplexed expression
“Becuase you’re an amazing,think of the tree as your canvas -  the decorations are your tools to create a masterpiece.”
“You just don’t want to do it do you?” He chuckled
“Of course i do, but since i’ve known you - you’ve always avoided the decorations, after from what i can gather was a huge fight between you and your brothers, so i want to create a new tradition for us.” You said sweetly and frowned as his eyes darkened and then he slowly nodded

“We’ll need green,red and yellow decorations.” He said finally agreeing to your request.

“Reala, this Valentine’s Day, I’m giving you the greatest gift of all~”
“…wha–”
“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!”

A bit of fluffy Valentine’s Day artwork featuring @starlytenightmaren‘s alternate costume for NiGHTS!  And since I know she likes these two together, why not throw Reala into the mix as well~?

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖💝💘

Dark Chocolate Cayenne Truffles

Great for passion/romance. Add magical intent. Chocolate is known for love and money. Cayenne is known for protection. Post Valentines Day treat :)

You will need:
• 8 Oz dark chocolate, roughly chopped
• ½ cup heavy whipping cream
•1/4 cup powdered sugar
•1 teaspoon vanilla extract
•1 teaspoon ground cayenne
•1/8 cup dark chocolate cocoa powder
•1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

“In a small, heavy bottomed saucepanC heat the dark chocolate and cream on medium to low heat, whisking until the chocolate is melted and the two are well mixed. Remove from heat and add the sugar, vanilla, and cayenne, whisking again until combined.

Transfer to a small bowl and refrigerate for two hours to allow it to set up and make it cool enough to handle.

In a small bowl, combine the dark chocolate cocoa powder and cinnamon. When the ganache is done cooling, roll the mixture into balls of about a tablespoon each. Then roll the small balls in the cocoa/cinnamon mixture. Place on a baking sheet lined with wax paper. Store in the fridge until set. Keep refrigerated in a small, covered container.”

Lana reading the script for the deleted scene in 5x02:

Lana: give me something else to work on here. What kind of sadness is she showing? Guilt? Does she miss Emma?

Director: Well, I would say a mix of the two.

Lana: Okay, got it!

Director: No, no. It’s more like… she is sad for her friend.

Lana: uh-hu.


Director: Great!

Director: *leaves*

Lana:

Don’t Make Me Call Mom - 31 Days of Halloween

(I suck at naming, have you noticed that?)

This is from my 31 Days of Halloween Writing Challenge.

Request: can you do 50 and 53 with dean x reader? preferably something along the lines of how they bicker a lot but sam knows they like each other and is tired of their bickering and finally snaps and tries to get them together?
could you do 49 and 62 with Dean x Reader with some sassy Sam in it too? Just a lot of funny sarcasm and stuff. You can add some smut in it too if you want i don’t really know just whatever you think is best🙂

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Mary (mentioned).

Word count: 3,604 (2,958 without the smut).

Warnings: Maybe language. There’s light smut in the end but you can totally skip that.

A/N: I mixed two requests because I figured they would go on well together. So I hope I was right and you enjoy this thing. Also, I’m sorry, I had to mention Mary because I’m a douche and I can’t get over 12x01.

*I hope there’s enough Sassy Sam for your liking, sweetheart.

“Why do we have to work on Halloween night?” (Y/N) complained as she and Dean were packing up the Impala.

“Because monsters are douchebags.” Dean replied with an eye roll.

Sam appeared from inside the bunker and packed his own duffel bag into the trunk. The three hunters got inside the car and soon they began driving to Oklahoma, where the brother’s had tracked supernatural activity.

Basically, it was all the same: a few dead bodies, flickering lights and no apparent suspects. The brothers decided to have a look, especially because it was only a five hour trip in a normal speed – which was a three and a half hour trip in a Winchester speed.

It was still morning when they left, so they had the whole day to interrogate and, probably, have the night off.

The interrogations went incredibly well. Every witness had something relevant to say, which was uncommon for the Winchesters.

“So… What do you think?” Sam asked his brother as the last witness left the room.

“Demons, that’s for sure.” Dean replied.

“But why would a demon kill exclusively people wearing Halloween costumes?” (Y/N) inquired.

“The real question is: why were people wearing Halloween costumes before time?” Dean said, lifting his eyebrow. Sam chuckled and then the three hunters left the station.

(Y/N) looked around as they walked over to the Impala. A lot of kids were already dressed up, and it felt like everyone in town would eventually put on a costume. Dean noticed her behaviour and stopped her from getting inside the car.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He asked, holding her by the arm.

“It’s just… Tonight, everyone will be a prey… They’re all in danger and we can’t do anything because we don’t know who will get attacked.” She explained, still looking around.

“Hey.” Dean called, cupping her face to make her look him in the eyes. “We’ll find that bitch and we’ll kill it before anyone else gets killed, I promise.” She smiled at Dean’s words.

“Good.” She mumbled shyly.

“Then we can celebrate Halloween as you had planned.” Dean continued. Sam rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Get a room!” The younger snapped, taking Dean and (Y/N) out of their intimacy time.

“That’s the next stop, Sammy.” Dean replied with a manly voice. He helped (Y/N) inside Baby and then took off to the closest motel.

-

“So, I have like three suspects.” Sam spoke; his eyes were glued to his laptop.

“Great, so let’s go get them.” Dean shrugged, taking a swig from his beer.

“Yeah, they live pretty far from each other so uh… We’ll have to split up.” Sam clicked his tongue.

“Why don’t we all visit them together? One by one.” Dean suggested, sitting in front of his brother.

“Because it’s about to get dark and your girlfriend will kill us if anyone else dies.” Sam explained.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Dean snapped.

“Right, I forgot… She’s not your girlfriend because you can’t grow a pair and ask her.” Sam sassed.

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean grumbled, looking back at the bathroom door to make sure the shower was still running.

“How old are you? Ten? Just go and talk to her.” Sam insisted.

“Oh sure, I’ll just crash while she showers and ‘oh hey, (Y/N) guess what?’” Sam laughed at the thought but shushed at Dean’s death glare.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t lose anything by telling her.”

Before Dean could argue, (Y/N) came out of the shower. She was wearing skinny jeans, boots and a white shirt with red that read “Daddy’s Lil Monster”. Dean recognized it from her potential costume for Halloween that year. She also had red lipstick on, and a wearable Harley Quinn based eye makeup.

(Y/N) sat down with the Winchesters, completely oblivious to Dean’s drooling, and let Sam explain to her everything about the three suspects.

“So the man was in the three crime scenes… The other one was only in two but he made the call for the third and the girl… Don’t know exactly why but security cameras show footage of her near the crime scenes a few minutes later after the victims got killed.” Sam explained using his nerd voice.

“Okay so I’ll go get the chick, you two get the guys.” (Y/N) dictated.

Before 7 pm. Each hunter was already with the suspect.

Dean got the bigger guy; Sam the one who was only at two of the murders. Both of them seemed to be normal guys, but the brother’s knew that normal wasn’t to be trusted. Therefore, they used violence to get answers.

What begun with threatening, turned into the brothers punching the suspects on the face until they spoke. Dean’s victim was the first to talk, however, Sam’s followed soon after and the brothers ended almost at the same time.

“Sam, we’re screwed.” Dean called his brother on the phone.

“I know, mine also told me.” Sam replied.

“We need to get to (Y/N) fast.” And with that said, Dean hung the phone and drove his car to pick up Sam and help (Y/N).

Turns out, it was the girl. She had hired the two men to make sure the crime scenes were gory enough to call the Winchesters attention, knowing that they would get there in no time after finding out. She wanted to lure them to her on Halloween night, knowing that she would need the blood of a righteous man, Lucifer’s vessel and, of course, a human sacrifice. The Winchesters and (Y/N) were the perfect package for the ritual she was planning to do.

-

“So it was you… All this time.” (Y/N) gulped, trying to look tough. The demon smiled in response. “What do you want from us?

“Isn’t it obvious?” The demon asked with an innocent voice. “Samhain.”

“Awesome.” (Y/N) sighed, “Well then, go on. You got me, what are you waiting for?” The demon had already disarmed (Y/N), the huntress was now defenceless.

“I’m waiting for my minions. You’ll see, I would kill you myself but I don’t want to get slut on my hands.” The demons smirked and so did (Y/N).

“Of course, you already got enough slut on your outfit to get more on your hands.”

-

Sam got a phone call just when he and Dean were about to get to where (Y/N) was. It was one of the demon’s minions, and he told Sam that a few other demons would attack an abandoned house where a lot of orphans lived.

“Really?” Dean stammered, “Not only orphans but orphans who can’t even live in an orphanage with tutors to care for them?”

“Yeah, they chose the most tragic thing of them all to get us there.” Sam explained with an eye roll.

In spite of how worried the brothers were for (Y/N)’s safety, they knew that she would kill them with her bare hands if they let the orphans die. Therefore, they changed the route and drove off to the abandoned house.

The kids there were all gathered around a few slices of bread some of the older ones had stolen. They were about to start eating when the brothers crashed in, scaring the crap out of the kids.

“We’re here to protect you, please don’t be scared.” Dean begged.

“We literally crashed without even knocking, guns in hand, and you ask them not to be frightened?” Sam sassed.

“Shut up, Sam.”

While Dean calmed the kids down, Sam proceeded to guard every single room, door, and window in the house. He put salt on every corner and all kinds of sigils around the walls. Then, he went back down and called his brother who was now heartbroken at the thought of the kids not having enough to eat. Sam literally dragged him out.

“Okay so, please stay safe and if anyone knocks the door, don’t open it. It’s probably a ghost.” Dean commanded.

“Really, Dean?” Sam huffed.

“What? I can’t tell them they’re actually demons.” Dean whispered to his brother.

“You scared them anyway!” Sam exclaimed, “He’s just joking kids. Ghosts aren’t real… But please, don’t open the door to anyone unless it’s us, okay?” The kids nodded and shut the door as the Winchesters jumped back into the Impala.

“You suck with kids, you know that?” Sam asked as Dean drove.

“Oh yeah? I thought I did a pretty good job with you.” Dean snapped. He was slightly offended.

“I mean yeah but, those kids aren’t us. You can’t just tell them to beware of ghosts.” Sam furrowed.

“But they should beware of ghosts!” Dean defended himself.

“I mean yeah, but seriously? Those poor kids will have nightmares for the rest of their lives.” Dean groaned.

“Right, because being poor isn’t as bad as being told to beware of ghosts.”

“Dude, chill.”

-

Unarmed or not, (Y/N) threw herself over to fight the demon; although, it wasn’t a proper fight. Anyone who had seen them would’ve thought it was a cat-fight rather than an actual life or death kind of thing.

The Winchesters bursted the door open. The demon had been hiding at her meat suit’s house. The girl’s parents were slaughtered in the basement, and the smell was almost unbearable.

A loud crash called the brother’s attention to the attic. They went up and found the demon about to cut (Y/N) throat - She had the huntress pinned to the wall, knife in hand and positioned exactly on (Y/N)’s neck.

“Hey bitch!” Dean roared, making the demon snap her head towards him.

“Leave my brother’s girlfriend alone!” Sam shouted.

“Not my girlfriend Sam.” Dean insisted.

“Yeah, because the only balls you have are your eyes.” Dean gave his brother a death glare, but didn’t argue anymore because the demon had let go off (Y/N) and had started walking towards the brothers, flashing her black orbs to state her kind.

What a pretty pair of black eyes you got.” Sam hissed sarcastically.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The demon smiled.

“Then I must have said it wrong.” Sam sassed.

“Bitch.” Dean added. Sam rolled his eyes and ran towards the demon, attacking her.

Dean used Sam’s distraction to help (Y/N). The demon had sliced her leg and stabbed her a couple times, leaving the girl in a pool of her own blood.

Dean picked her up and tried to take her to the Impala, but the huntress refused, claiming that she wouldn’t let the bitch ass demon to see her give up.

“That’s my girl.” Dean smirked, leaving her to stand by herself.

“Can you two stop flirting for once?!” Sam thundered, trying to push the demon away from him. Dean ran to his brother as (Y/N) limped her way there; she was still bleeding and it was painful as hell.

The demon made Dean fly and crash against a wall by using her hands; meanwhile Sam was pinned to the floor, trying to avoid getting stabbed. The demon didn’t really care for (Y/N); she was too weak to be a threat.

Dean got up, and threw himself over the demon, tackling her to the floor. Sam took that in advantage and held her down as his brother punched her. (Y/N) took the knife and the brothers gave her space to stab.

“Screw you, bitch.” The huntress hissed as the sunk the blade deep inside the demon – killing her instantly.

-

“It hurts!” (Y/N) cried as Dean pressed a cotton swab with alcohol on her wounds.

“I know, but you have to hold on.” Dean begged, pressing the cotton against her skin again.

“Why are you even crying? I mean, as hunter you get used to getting a few scratches.” Sam asked, handing his brother the booze bottle.

“Yeah, before hunting with you two I used to heal my wounds with real alcohol instead of cheap Jack Daniel’s wannabes!” She complained, followed by a loud cry as Dean poured the alcohol directly into her wounds.

“Well, sweetheart. This is all we got.” Dean replied, cleaning her injuries with an old cloth.

Sam chuckled and excused himself out of the room, claiming that he’d go get dinner. Dean didn’t buy it, knowing exactly what his brother wanted. He followed Sam out of the room.

“I thought we agreed to ask for room service.” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, I checked the menu and there’s nothing edible there.” Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“Right.” Dean nodded, showing how much he didn’t believe his brother’s words. Sam sighed and smiled.

“She’s already half naked, Dean. You literally have nothing to lose.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows.

“She’s half naked because a demon stabbed her upper legs and abdomen!” Dean whispered loudly.

“So? It’s not like you’re not enjoying the view anyway.” Sam joked.

“How mature, Sammy.” Dean fumed.

“Well look who’s talking!” Sam laughed, “At least I’m not scared to talk to a girl who clearly likes me.”

“Yeah? Well at least I… I… I’m not scared to clowns!” Dean sassed.

“Excuse me? Clowns are a pretty acceptable phobia because they’re fugly. (Y/N) is just a girl.” Sam snapped back.

“A girl that can kick my ass and yours too!” Dean trembled.

“Which she won’t because she likes you!” Sam insisted.

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean replied, having run out of arguments.

“I’ll be gone for as long as I can, and if I come back to you still being a woos… I’ll call mom, and she’ll be a lot more embarrassing than you think.” Sam threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dean mumbled.

“You’re leaving no choice here, Dean.” Sam giggled. He got in on the Impala and turned it on, gesturing Dean to go back to the room.

-

“Took you long enough, Winchester.” (Y/N) joked as Dean got back in the room. She was still laying on the table, playing with her phone.

“Sam and I had to talk about some… things.” Dean explained, going back to check on her.

“Sounds serious.” She muttered, leaving her phone to the side.

“It is.” Dean nodded, “So uh… The leg wounds are good now but uh… I need to check the others.” He swallowed.

“Sure.” She joked, “I’m half naked anyway.”

Dean helped her sit up as she removed her shirt. Dean couldn’t help but to notice how her black lace bra seemed to match to her plain black panties.

“So… What do you think?” She asked.

“Wha-What?” Dean stuttered, making her giggle.

“About the stab wounds.” She reiterated.

“OH uh… I will have to stitch this one.” Dean shuddered, pointing at one of the still bloody wounds.

“Oh no, no, no, no.” She stated.

“Sweetheart, it will get infected if I don’t stitch it.” Dean explained.

“Fine.” She sighed, “But make it quick.” She begged.

Dean pushed her to lay her back flat on the table again as he prepared the needle. Before stitching her, he cupped her face and tried to calm her down.

“It won’t hurt that much, I promise.” He spoke softly, his green eyes becoming her greatest comfort. “Close your eyes and count to ten.” She nodded and did as Dean told her.

She counted slowly, her voice was trembling and her fists were clenched tightly. Dean stitched her as fast as he could, trying not to hurt her. When she was counting number five, Dean accidentally pressed another wound, making her squeal; apart from that, the whole process was painless.

“Ten.” She sighed and opened her eyes. Dean’s green ones were staring at her lovingly. “Did you finish already?”

“Yes.” He nodded. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief.

“Will I live?” She joked.

“I don’t know, ma’am. There’s a big chance that your brain will drip through the stitches.” Dean joked back, helping her to sit up. She giggled and punch him playfully in the arm.

“Asshole.” She muttered.

“Hey, you started it.” Dean smirked, lifting his hands up in front of his chest to prove his innocence.

“I know.” She laughed, looking down. “I should get dressed.” Dean groaned playfully.

“Why? I am actually enjoying the view.” Dean flirted, making her blush.

“Shut up, Winchester.” She snapped.

“Shush me.” Dean replied in a softer, more serious voice.

(Y/N) looked up at Dean, her eyes were wide at his words. Without saying more, Dean shifted closer to her, making his way between her legs – which were now hanging from the edge of the table. He carefully placed his hands around her hips, careful not to touch any wound and graced his lips over her red ones.

“Dean…” She sighed, her breath ghosting over Dean’s lips.

“I like you, (Y/N).” He confessed.

“Why are you telling me now?” She asked without moving apart.

“Because if I don’t, Sam will call our mom.” Dean chuckled.

“Really?” (Y/N) let out a soft giggle as Dean nodded in response. “We can’t let that happen, can we?”

“No, it would be a disaster.” Dean licked his lips and then rolled them under his perfect teeth.

“So?” (Y/N) asked flirtingly.

“So kiss me.” Dean whispered, moving closer to her. However, she placed her hand over his chest, pushing him back.

“I can’t… I can’t kiss you, I spent too much on my makeup.” Dean was the one to giggle this time.

“Screw the makeup.” And without further talking, Dean captured her lips in a heated kiss.

He moved one of his hands over to rake it through her hair, guiding her into the deepening kiss. He was still careful about her wounds, but he couldn’t help to shift her closer to him. She wrapped her legs slowly around his waist, biting Dean’s lower lips at the pain that it caused in her but coping with it like a badass.

After all, Sam wouldn’t have to call their mom.


**Now this is where the smut takes place. It is completely optional so read at your own risk.

Originally posted by sexonthechevyimpala

(Y/N) got rid of Dean’s multiple layers of upper clothing. His muscly chest burned against her skin and he pressed himself to her in order to deepen the kiss even more. Anyone who saw them would think they were sucking each other’s face by now.

(Y/N) then removed his belt and pushed his jeans down. She moved a hand towards his tenting boxers and started to palm him, making Dean groan in pleasure.

“Bed. Now.” She ordered over Dean’s lips.

“Not yet.” Dean replied, ripping her bra off.

The hunter moved his lips to her chin and trailed them down to her breasts where he captured one of her nipples, sending electric waves all over her body. With a free hand, he pinched her other nipple as her lips nibbled the first. She arched her back and let out a breathy moan.

Afterwards, Dean helped her out of her panties; taking special care not to touch her injured skin. The he got rid of his boxers and pulled her closer to his hips.

“Please, Dean.” She begged.

Dean placed himself between her folds and pushed hard into her, filling her completely in one swift move. (Y/N) cried out a profanity as Dean began to thrust in and out of her in a slow pace.

“Language.” Dean joked as he steadied his moves.

“Screw you.” (Y/N) hissed, making Dean chuckle.

Dean was moving at an agonizingly slow pace. He was worried that going faster and/or harder would unstitch her, but (Y/N) was far from caring about it.

“Dean… Faster… Please.” She managed to beg. Dean hesitated, but (Y/N) insisted and he couldn’t resist.

He started moving faster, making sure to thrust deeper and harder into her. She moaned loudly, making sure the guests at the other rooms wouldn’t forget Dean’s name in a while. The table trembled at Dean’s pace and that’s when he decided to finally move to the bed.

Dean carried (Y/N) without coming out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly as a matter of support and kissed his jaw until he leaned her softly on the bed.

“I won’t break, Dean.” She joked.

“Yeah, I’m not risking it though.” He smirked and proceeded to retake his moves.

(Y/N) was under Dean, which made him be extra conscious about each and every single one of her stitches. He was holding his weight on his arms, which were placed on each side of (Y/N)’s head. She, on the other hand, had her arms around Dean’s neck; her nails were carving on his skin as her walls clenched around him.

“I’m close.” She whispered.

“Me too.” Dean grumbled, pushing deeper into her.

“And I’m close from puking.” Sam hissed from the door.

(Y/N) and Dean snapped their head towards the younger hunter, who had a disgusted look on his face.

“You’re early.” Dean muttered.

“And you’re naked.” Sam complained, “You know? When I told you to talk to her, I meant real talk not just… THIS!”

“We did talk.” (Y/N) beamed from under Dean, and the hunter nodded.

“Yeah, we did.” Dean reassured.

“Whatever.” Sam stated, “I’ll be in the car. Please get decent.”

“Can we at least finish?” Dean joked as Sam left the room.

“Dude!” Sam looked back at his brother, “Gross.” And with that said, he shut the door behind him.

“I’ll take that as a yes if you do too.” (Y/N) wiggled her eyebrows at Dean.

“I hate myself for not asking you out earlier.” Dean whispered in awe.

Dean kept moving, building up their orgasms once more and, this time, they did get to reach their high without interruptions. Afterwards, Dean called his brother back to the room, where they had dinner as Sam ranted about them being gross and “so not careful with her recent stitches”.

But hey, at least Sam didn’t have to call Mary.