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Matilda (1996) dir. Danny Devito
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"Define semi-functioning, and do not use the words 'hole in the floor.'" ↳ Dean Winchester
Supernatural | S7 EP12 : Time After Time
babygirl always has a point
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•♡•𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙋𝙉 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢•♡• Monthly Writing Challenge
Prompt: "I missed feeling the sun on my skin."
WC: 800-ish
Warnings: Language, Mentions Of Hell.
Special Thanks To My Beta Boo <3 @copperboom82
"Dude, come on."
Your eyes shot to the checkout counter as the gruff voice stole your attention away from the energy drink in your hands.
"I'm only a couple bucks short."
"Sorry, dude," the cashier said mocking the customer.
"Seriously?"
Rolling your eyes you started towards them. 'Damn do-good-er instincts'.
You tossed a couple bills on the counter, the man's whole body turned towards you, his green eyes full of wonder under furrowed brows.
"You really don't-"
"Don't mention it," you said cutting off his words.
"Thanks…" he marveled, the creases in his forehead disappearing as he grabbed his bag and the jug of water.
You nodded stepping up to the counter "60 on pump four and this." hearing the bells hanging on the front door, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
Stepping out into the early morning air you watched his hips sway as he walked out to the road, "Not the time y/n," you told yourself, shaking the dirty thoughts out of your mind as you continued to your truck.
Getting back on the interstate you turned the radio up and your fingers drummed on the steering wheel as the familiar song played through your speakers.
You scoffed a laugh when your eyes caught a glimpse of the hips you'd just been admiring. Maybe it was just a coincidence he was traveling in the same direction as you, but maybe not. “Damn it,” you huffed, your foot pushing on the brake before you could stop it.
"Don't you know it's illegal to walk along a state highway?" you quipped once your passenger window was down.
He gave you a smirk, his cute little dimple caving in, "Did you stop just to yell at me?"
"Where you headed?"
"South Dakota."
All the warning alarms went off in your head. Demon, he was definitely a demon - no way someone that hot just happens to be going to the same state as you.
"So…"
If he was a demon he wouldn't be able to get passed the warding Bobby put on your truck. Since he'd lost his adopted sons as he called them, he'd become pretty strict with the protection crap.
"Hop in," you said, secretly challenging him.
'Ok, so you're not a demon,' you thought as he plopped in your passenger seat.
"This is a pretty big truck-"
"If you're going to finish that with any kind of girl reference, your ass can go back to walking."
He head lifted as a chuckle pushed past his lips. "Wasn't gonna say that."
"Uh-huh." The clicking of the turn signal started as you waited for a break in traffic "So, where in South Dakota?"
"Have you heard of Cristo?" he asked, clearly watching your response
"Wait." The realization smacked you in the face. "You're a hunter?!"
The creases in his forehead were back. "How do you know about hunters?"
"I am one, thank you very much."
His eyebrows raised "Hmm."
"Hmm what?!"
He chuckled again. "Nothin'," he shook his head. "You wouldn't be on your way to Bobby Singer's place would ya?"
"You know Bobby?"
"Yeah, the name's Dean," he smirked. "Dean Win-"
"Winchester. I know."
"So, you've heard of me?"
"The jackass Winchester brothers, that let the gates of hell open." You noticed his muscles tense at the word hell. "Yeah, doll every hunter on earth has heard of you." His smile faded as he cleared his throat, you let out a giggle. "I'm just messing with you, although some do see it that way. Bobby told me the whole story."
His face stayed hard as his fingers combed through his tousled hair. "Yeah, well they're closed now. So everyone can relax."
"Then how did you get out?" you blurted, regretting it as as soon as you saw his face.
"You knew I was in Hell?"
You grimaced with a shrug, "Bobby tells me a lot."
Dean let out a soft chuckle and then explained how he had woken up buried alive in a pine box, in the middle of what looked to be nuke zone.
"Do you remember it… Hell?"
"Not really."
You reached for your sunglasses as the sun peaked out from behind a cloud.
"I missed this," he said, closing his eyes and basking in the beams.
"Crusin' down the interstate with a hot babe?" you quipped, flashing him a smile.
He chuckled again looking over at you. "That and…" his head turned back. "I missed feeling the sun on my skin."
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Short and sweet, and great as always ❤️
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12x12, Stuck in the Middle (With You) 14x10, Nihilism 15x08, Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven 15x18, Despair
[ID. Four GIFS comparing similar lines in the last four seasons of Supernatural. In the first GIF Mary sighs and tells Sam “Since when is life about getting what you want” In the second GIF Pamela leans towards Dean in the back office of Rocky’s Bar and asks him “How come you only want what you can’t have?” In the third GIF Adam shrugs off Dean’s apology with “Since when do we get what we deserve?.” In the fourth GIF Castiel, early in his confession, tells Dean “Because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have.” /END ID
ah yes, Supernatural, absolutely not the most godawfully depressing show in the history of television.
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Name(s): MJ, Ninja, Min, Lieutenant, Mindy Lou Who
Pronouns: she/her
Other blogs: minefield-of-a-ninja
Zodiac signs: Capricorn sun, Aquarius moon, Cancer rising
A book you love: Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher
A musician or band you love: I'm a broad-spectrum music and movie lover, so these two questions vex me. BUT I will stick to just one because I also crave structure and being accurate (no matter how I often I absolutely do not maintain said structure or remain accurate.)
Jason Isbell's new record, Foxes In The Snow, has broken me into a million pieces and has yet to put me back together again. Everything he does is a living, breathing bundle of raw emotion and yearning. His voice tugs at so many memories and past hurts, and his lyrics make me want to punch a wall and then find someone to hug.
A movie you love: With the recent passings of the beautiful and audacious creators of art and love, David Lynch and Val Kilmer, I've spent the last several weeks immersed in the rumination of their works. (Imagine if the two had worked together!)
David Lynch's work blessedly and permanently rewired my brain to receive and engage with dark and sometimes arduous subject matter by giving the viewer a safe space to breathe and walk through it.
Val Kilmer embodied the souls of characters who were once living legends as well as fresh, fictional characters who he made his own.
Most recently, my husband and I watched The Doors. Say what you will about Jim Morrison and Oliver Stone (I certainly have a lot to say, but that's another post) but Val's performance is magnetic, seductive, and mesmerizing.
A TV series you love: So many. Right now, we're immensely enjoying The Studio with Seth Rogen, Catherine O'Hara, Kathryn Hahn, Ike Barinholtz, and Chase Sui Wonders. It's hilarious.
Who are your celebrity crushes: These two own me right now.
A GIF you use more often then any other:
Okay.
Name(s): Official name is need-to-know. Online I'm BJ, or Darali, or dara_starscream
Pronouns: she/her
Other blogs: Just this one, and I suck at keeping it up.
Zodiac signs: Aquarius. Goat or Monkey depending on the placemat.
A book you love: A Song for Arbonne, by Guy Gavriel Kay
A musician or band you love: I'm a basic bitch, I know this. Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Metallica-- seriously, I'm so pedestrian I take the sidewalk to work.
A movie you love: Terminator. It's better than the sequel and I will fight you on that.
A TV series you love: Depends on my mood. The household is marathoning Supernatural. Again. I also got a soft spot for British historical fiction; I, Claudius should be studied by fic writers, Livia is the gold standard evil queen.
Who are your celebrity crushes: I have a type, I know this. Lately Jensen Ackles owns me. I mean, just-- LOOK AT THIS!!!
A gif you use more often than any other:
I repeat--
LOOK AT THIS!!!!!
Ooooo tag games!
Name(s): Kasey, Kase, mum, babe
Pronouns: they/them
Other blogs: This is my personal one. I run @idlingintheimpalapodcast as well.
Zodiac signs: Pisces. Year of the Goat if you're fancy.
A book you love: '48 by James Herbert
A musician or band you love: I'm an emo kid at heart. MCR, The Used, A7x etc
A movie you love: Just one? Balls. Um. Men of Honor
A TV series you love: Apart from the obvious lol. I like the Hannibal tv show. Big fan of Dexter (s1-3 only)
Who are your celebrity crushes: Jared Padalecki. Say no more.
A gif you use more often than any other:
Omg I love tag gamessss!!! Tagged by @sam-is-my-safe-word
Name(s): Liz, Elizabeth, Lizzy
Pronouns: she/her
Other blogs: xpurdyglambertx on tumblr, ao3, and discord. My proship sideblog is @pleasure-as-a-means-of-survival
Zodiac: Libraaaa
A book you love: Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
A musician or band you love: God there's so many... I listen to everything from Korn or Megan thee Stallion 🤣☠️
A movie you love: the Avatar movies...
A TV series you love: Supernatural 💔
Celebrity crush: Jeffrey Dean Morgan 😍 💖
A gif you use more often than any other:
Thanks @xpurdyglambertx for the tag - these are so fun!
Name: Annie
Pronouns: she/her
Other blogs: this is my only one and I'm copperboom82 everywhere else too (ao3, discord)
Zodiac: Gemini
A book you love: Ahhh there's so many. I'll go with The Lonely Hearts Hotel by Heather O'Neill
A musician or band you love: Again so many, but we'll go with The Fratellis and The Happy Fits
A movie you love: A Few Good Men and The Godfather are my two favorites and they're tied
A TV series you love: Supernatural
Celebrity crush: 🤣 one look at my blog should tell you that. Jensen Ackles
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- Pairing: Dean Winchester-x-Reader
- Warnings: Language, Drinking, Smut, Dirty Talk, Finger, Masturbation, Unprotected P.I.V (no!), Little Bit Of Story Whole Lot Of Smut. If I Missed Anything Lmk
- Word Count: 2k-ish
- Prompt: 7- finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
- Special Thanks To My Beta Boo <3 @copperboom82
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"I know, that piece was just exquisite," you said, pretending like you knew what the stiff old bats were talking about.
'Damn Winchesters' you thought - of course they would call in a favor on this case. Your eyes narrowed as you found him across the room, champagne glass in hand, smirk on his face… his dimples deepened as he raised the glass with a jump of his eyebrows. His head lifted and you could hear his laugh when you mouthed the word 'ass'.
"Hannah…" Your attention shot back to the older ladies in front of you when you heard your fake name. "What did you think about the Springfield Gala last month?"
"Oh, it was just exquisite," you said, internally rolling your eyes.
"Wasn't the Reynolds piece just to die for?"
"Oh yea, I really liked-" Dean grabbed your elbow and kept walking, pulling you away from the conversation. "Excuse me ladies," you called back with burning cheeks, "Dean, what are you doing?"
He smiled as he stayed silent, his hand slipped down your forearm, grabbing your hand he spun you as you joined the other couples on the black and white checkered dance floor.
"I thought you didn't dance," you quipped as his right arm wrapped around your waist.
"I don't, I just need an excuse to do this," he said, tightening his hold. Your breath hitched as his chest pressed up against yours.
"Mr. Winchester, that's very inappropriate," you teased.
"I could think of a couple other inappropriate things I'd love to do you right now…" His hot breathed tickled your ear, making you core thrum to life.
"Oh, do tell."
"This dress," he murmured, his fingers trailed up the seam of the ope back, lightly grazing your skin, sending shivers through you. "As amazing as it looks on you, would have to go."
"And then what would you do?" you breathed back into his ear, making a low growl rumble in his chest.
"I could just show you."
"Right here, right now?" you challenged with a raise of your brows.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't tempt me."
Dean sighed once the music stopped, hesitantly releasing you from his embrace, and the applause of the coward echoed through the room.
"George," you overheard the woman next to you as the clapping died down. "Thelma said the wine cellar they just put in down stairs is elegant, I think we should build one."
Dean's eyebrow quirked as his head turned to you and you tilted your head, a smirk dancing on your lips. He looked at you for a moment, then pulled you away again, rushing to the hallway.
"Seriously?!" He huffed, opening another door, yet again finding a coat closet. "Which fucking door is it?"
"Hey guys." Dean's eyes closed, letting out a hefty sigh when Sam approached the two of you "Have you found anything yet?"
"Not now, Sammy," Dean snapped, leading you away again.
"Bye, Sam."
Sam scoffed. "Freakin' rabbits."
"Finally," Dean exclaimed when he found the cellar door. "After you."
"You know, all this searching has made me kinda tired, I think-"
"Go," he demanded, pointing down the stairs.
You did as you were told, your pulse quickening with every step, and you felt his eyes on your back. You let out a whistle when you reached the last step, entering the fanciest cellar you had ever seen.
"Yeah, this'll do," Dean teased with a smirk.
You glanced back over your shoulder, catching him as he watched your swaying hips; you smiled and continued wandering towards the table that sat in the middle of the room. A grimace crossed your face as the chair screeched when you pulled in out from under the table.
Dean chuckled, "Is that for me?"
"Nope," you quipped, making him smile.
His finger flew to his tie as he swaggered over, letting the solid black piece fall to the floor after he pulled it from around his neck.
Dean turned his head as he sat down, licking his lips as you slid the straps of your dress down you arms, his lower lip caught in his teeth when the cool air of the cellar hardened the peaks of your breast.
As you stepped behind him, you put your hands on his cheeks. "Stay," you ordered, keeping his gaze forward.
"Now, that's not fair," he protested, but obeying when you moved your hands.
"Oh, Mr. Winchester," you muttered stepping out of your dress. "Hasn't anyone ever told you life isn't fair?"
He grabbed your wrist as you threw the fabric on the table, guiding you in front of him. His lustful jade irises looked you up and down as he drank in the sight.
A hiss left his lips as you sat down, brushing your core against his shaft as you straddled him. His hands roamed, cupping when they stopped on your breast. A soft moan pushed past your lips as he started kneading the soft tissue. You hips rolled as you leaned back, your hands gripping his knees.
Taking in a sharp breath, Dean's finger's gripped your hips as you continued the motion. "Damn, baby," he sighed. You smirked, feeling his bulge hardening against your core.
"Dean…" you cooed when he pushed your hips, making them go faster.
"Mmm, does my little princess like that?" he taunted through his grunts.
"Mhmm," you managed as you felt the tension in your stomach start to build.
"You like when my hard cock rubs against that pretty little pussy?" His hands forced your hips down harder, making your head fall back as the pleasure rippled through your body.
"Fuck..." you moaned, the tension getting closer to it's peak with every grind.
"Oh, but not yet, sweetheart," he teased, stopping your hips.
"Damn it, De-" your words caught in your throat as he suddenly rose to his feet, his hungry lips capturing your ass he gripped your ass.
His fingers twisted in your hair once he sat you on the table, the others resting lightly around you throat as his tongued rolled onto yours. Another growl rumbled as your hand rubbed his cock through his pants.
His fingers tightened slightly, leading your back to lay flat on the cool wood. Teasing you with a skim of his fingers over your panties as he stood back up. His hazy eyes watched as you squirmed with anticipation. He smirked, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt.
"You're taking too long," you sighed as your fingers trailed down your stomach, his brows raised when they slipped under the silk.
"I might just take longer…" He smiled, and with a shake of his arms the jacket and shirt dropped to the ground. Your fingers quickened as your eyes danced over his bare chest. "Keep going." Pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger deep inside of you. "Is this what you what…" he whispered sliding a second finger in, "you want me to fill that tight cunt of yours?"
"Fuck… Dean," you moaned as he started pumping his finger, while circling your clit with your own.
"Is that a yes?" he teased as he curled his fingers, smiling when your cried out. You nodded, the building tension in your stomach making it hard to speak. "Words baby."
"Yes… Fuck… Please," you managed through your moans, your walls clenching around his fingers as the tension started to reach its peak.
"Come on my fingers first," he demanded, grazing your sweet spot again. With a moan of his name the tension toppled over, sending waves of pure bliss through your entire being. "Mmm, that's it," Dean murmured as your walls pulsed on his slowing fingers.
You whined when he removed his finger, making him chuckle. "Kinda need them, sweetheart," he said giving you a wink.
Your hips wiggled in anticipation as you heard the ting from his belt buckle hitting the tile floor. His arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your ass to the edge of the table, lifting your hips as his fingers tugged on the hem of your panties, tossing them over his shoulders once they slid passed your toes.
He pushed your knees down, spreading your legs again. "You ready?" he smirked, sliding his tip through your glistening slit.
"Yes."
"How bad do you want?"
"So… fucking bad… please baby."
He licked his lips, biting the bottom one as he buried his cock inside of you. "Fuck.. " he breathed.
You gasped as the pleasure and pain of him stretching your walls coursed through your veins. He laid his hand on your pelvis, rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit, making you moan his name again.
He pulled his hips back, thrusting back in slowly with a groan of your name. "So… god damn… tight," he breathed, loving the way your walls enveloped his cock.
The creases in your forehead slowly eased out as the pain vanished, leaving just the pleasure. He noticed, quickening the pace of his hips. Heavy breaths and moans reverberated through the cellar as his hips pounded against the back of your thighs.
"Look at you," he growled, not slowing down. "Taking my dick... so good baby." His words make the tension start building again, and you moaned praises of his name.
He smiled as he pulled out, and a frown formed at the emptiness. Lifting your legs, he rested them on the same shoulder, pressing his lips to your knee as he drove back into you, His thrust coming hard and fast, pushing the tension to its peak, you closed your eyes as the satisfaction swept through you.
"Come on," Dean murmured as you walls clenched again, letting him know you were close, "give it to me." Chasing your climax he thrusted as fast as he could, finding your clit with his finger again and coaxing the orgasm out of you with ease. Shivers trickled through your body as the bliss crashed over you once more.
"Baby…" Dean groaned as you convulsed around him, pushing him to his breaking point. And with another loud grunt he plunged deep, filling you with his warm seed. Grabbing your wrist he pulled your lips back to his, sitting you up on the table again.
With a hazy mind you stepped back into your dress. Dean came up behind you already dressed and helped you pull the straps back on your shoulders. "I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.
"I love you, too, Dean," you told him nuzzling into his embrace.
"Hey!" Your eyes shot to the stairs as the older man yelled. "What are you doing down here?"
"Just admiring your new wine cellar," Dean nodded as he looked around the room. "It's nice. Kinda echoey, but nice." He smirked.
"Oh. They just finished it last week," the man told him.
"Well, darling," Dean looked over at you "How 'bout that champagne now?"
"Please, I am parched."
Chuckling as he started for the stairs, he bent over once the man's back was turned, tucking your panties in his pocket after he grabbed them off the floor. "What?" he asked as your eyes narrowed. "For safe keeping, sweetheart."
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❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥From start to finish this was so good! I love them so much and it was so hot