you terrify me sir

Preference: Marvel (X-Men)

How You Meet

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr, Hank McCoy, Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff, Raven Darkholme.

Warnings: swearing, mugging, alcohol consumption and stealing

Request: “Preferences : X-men; how you meet (every characters you can?)” - anonymous

A/N: Sorry I didn’t do a lot of characters, but as of now those are the characters I feel most comfortable writing for from X-Men (seeing as I haven’t watched all the movies !!)

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Where The Sidewalk Ends (Pt. 4)

A Dean x Reader series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: I’m sorry this took a bit to put out. This is the longest part I’ve written so far and I’m hoping that you’re enjoying each new part as much as you enjoyed the first. This is the first thing I’ve ever written that I am obsessed with and wish I had the time to write it ALL the time. Thank you to @manawhaat for betaing this from the beginning and having such faith in this series. You rock! Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing from you! xo

Word Count: 3,453

- language
- a little touchy feely action ;)
* I think that’s it but if I missed anything, let me know! 

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After Dean had finally beaten you at lazer tag you both got into the Impala, sweat beading on both of your brows and heavy breaths pulling at your chests. You were urged to slap the smug grin off of his gorgeous face, that was until you remembered the kiss you’d shared with him just twenty minutes before. It was the memory of how his lips felt against yours that kept your eyes focused on the soft flesh.

You noticed the sweat glistening off his cupid’s bow and how his lips were always wet and begging to be kissed, due to his incessant habit of licking them. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and rolled down the window as Dean pulled away from the arcade.

“So, are we going to talk about how much of a cheater you are?” you asked, putting your hand out the window and letting the air move it in a wave motion. Dean scoffed.

“And how did I cheat exactly?”

‘Oh you fucking know how, you gorgeous jerk.’

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