Riddle: How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort’s powers were destroyed?
Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present and future.
Riddle pulls Harry’s want from his pocket and traces it through the air, writing three shimmering words…
Riddle: What?! How dare you laugh at the Dark Lord!
Harry: Now I’m imagining you…Jailhouse Rock…Merlin’s beard!
Harry, giggling slightly under his breath: Elvis…
Holy shit, okay, I’ve been wanting to do this forever because Voldy’s middle name in the French translation is Elvis and I’ve just always found it funny. So this happened in like ten minutes because I have no self control.
Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;)Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts. This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.
I’m kinda over it.
Yes, my chest kinda tightens when I think about him kissing her like he kissed me. Yes, seeing them together on social media, doing the things we did, kinda makes me want to throw my phone to the wall. Yes, obviously I’m jealous, and obviously I still miss him.
But I’m not sobbing uncontrollably with my hands in my face rocking back and forth anymore, so I think I’m kinda getting over it. Maybe.