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chat i have tried to find friday night lights fics on here and i am coming up bone dry. some dark crevice in my brain is whispering to me to write my own. . .

ARTWORK

DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

summary: you like marking your man, and dean isn’t ashamed to show them off

the sandy shores of california welcomed your body, the slight breeze brushing over your arms and the sun beating down on your forehead. it was a beautiful day in june, and visiting a state with beaches meant you and dean going on a little adventure.

a towel was laid on the grainy surface, a small string bikini clad over your body as you laid down on the sand. dean was standing above you, shorts and a plain black shirt on as he rummaged through your beach bag.

“dean,” you jokingly whined, sitting up and leaning back on your hands. “you’re blocking the sun. how am i going to tan?”

all that could be heard was the rummaging of items in the beach bag, dean’s concentrated look peaking through the rim of your sunglasses. “sorry, baby. i just need to find the sunscreen or i’ll burn like crazy.”

a smile spread across your lips, making you cherish this moment greatly. you didn’t get moment’s like these with dean that much, and it was refreshing to feel something other than dread and fear.

though those nice feelings turned to shock when dean took off his shirt, the remnants of your night spent together the day prior displayed all over his stomach and hips like art work.

hickey’s and love bites littered his skin. whether that be on his collarbones, chest, stomach, or even his v line, they were everywhere. you couldn’t help it, you loved marking your man in the heat of the moment. but now, all you could feel was embarrassment that someone would notice.

sitting up fully, you scrambled for the beach bag, attempting to grab the second towel you guys brought. “dean!” his name came out in a hiss, and he instantly snapped his head towards you with a confused expression on his face.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely curious. you just shook your head, fingers fumbling for the towel. “you need to cover up.” your hands waved around at his upper body, and when dean caught on to what you were talking about, a large grin broke out on his face.

“uhh uhh,” he teased, hands moving to grab the beach bag out of your hand. “not in a million years will i be hiding this masterpiece of yours.”

the shame and embarrassment in your chest wouldn’t let you budge, and you swatted at dean’s hands to try and get back the bag so you could grab him a towel.

but dean was quicker, and with precision, he grabbed both your wrists in his hand and pulled you up so you were on your knees. dean ducked his head down, and he made sure that his nose touched yours as he whispered softly against your lips.

“stop that, baby.” he whispered, breath hitting yours cheek. “i love showing off my pretty girl’s masterpiece. let all the other girls know i’m off the market.”

his lips moved from your cheek to your own mouth, connecting together in a passionate kiss. dean let go of your wrists, gripping onto your hips and pulling you into him. all that shame you felt before washed away, because right now, in dean winchester’s arms, nothing was better.

and he was going to flaunt those marks off until his dying breath.

TAGS: @starzify @titsout4jackles @daylighted @bluemerakis @figthoughts @haunteres @h8aaz @littlesoulshine @florchids @sunsbaby @cowboysandcigarettes @rositaslabyrinth

NAT BABBLES: me and my queen @deansbeer both realized we love a sexy v line and somehow this came to form.

BLITZ! — PROLOGUE

TEENAGE DEAN ! AU

summary: take a look inside the life of a certain panthers cheerleader!

DON’T MISS A PANTHERS GAME! — 698

the stands were packed, the entire town coming out to see the first friday night football game of the season. they were like animals, roaring loudly as the players tore their ways down the field. your ears splintered from the noise, the large crowd swimming behind the gate as you and your squad cheered on the panthers.

this was something you were used to, for you had been on the cheerleading team since freshman year. you became captain last year, and ever since, it was like the drive for shaking pom poms on the sidelines and cheering on boys tackling each other just deteriorated.

maybe it was all the time spent, maybe it was something deep down that you didn’t know about. all you did know, is that after the football season was over, you were going to be putting down your uniform for good.

“HUT!”

the yell from the quarterback, carter riley, made you snap out of your daze, looking up to see the defense attempts to plow into your team’s offense. the school you were playing was good, but no one was as good as the south lake panthers.

south lake was a town known for football. and in texas, you saw that a lot. but south lake was good, and the football team was even better.

they had great players, but no one was quite like carter. he was an amazing quarterback, and the entire town recognized that.

everyone also recognized the little squad he had on and off the field. these three seniors were god’s given grace to football in this town, and you just so happened to share a grade and some classes with them.

there was obviously carter as quarterback, a renowned player and humble guy who had been dating his cheerleader girlfriend — also known as your best friend, layla, since freshman year.

then there was the wide receiver, nathan lynch. everyone knew he was going pro, and he basically ate, sleeped, and breathed football. when he wasn’t at practice or at a game, he was jumping from football parties, bragging about all the offers he was getting and flirting with any girl that would talk to him.

and of course, there was the guy who you hated the most. full back. number 33. dean winchester. possibly the biggest womanizer and jackass you’ve ever met.

all you knew about dean is that he lived alone with his fourteen year old brother sam, drank beer until he passed out, and has probably got with half the girls in town.

‘he’s a great football player’ is what your dad would say, staring at you from across the dinner table. ‘but he comes from a white trash family, and i don't want you going anywhere near that boy.’

now, as you stood on the sidelines, you watched as carter faked a pass to nathan. he handed off the ball to dean, and that boy ran through the opposing team's defense like his life pertained to it.

you couldn’t lie, he was great at football. if he took his life seriously, he genuinely could go to school for it. but dean did what dean wanted to do, and school was never in the picture for him.

watching as he ran and ran and ran, dean ended up in the endzone, inevitably scoring the winning goal of the game.

the crowd went crazy, and you watched as people started rushing the field — you included. the cheerleaders followed as you all ran to join the huddle of football players jumping around, and you felt the essence of sweat and passion on this field.

shaking your pom poms together, you looked over your shoulder and saw dean lift his helmet off his head. his hair was a little longer, and he shook off all the sweat that gathered during the game. he looked cute, but you knew every good looking apple could be rotten inside.

his eye catched yours, and it was like he was just staring into your soul. heavy breaths and seering gazes was what he gave you, and all you could muster was the courage to look away.

this was going to be a long year.

TAGS: @starzify @titsout4jackles @daylighted @deansbeer @bluemerakis @haunteres @figthoughts @h8aaz @sunsbaby @littlesoulshine @cowboysandcigarettes @rositaslabyrinth

NAT BABBLES: a little starter to get y’all riled up until i finish swan lake!!

WHO’S READY FOR FRIDAY NIGHT?

TEENAGE DEAN ! AU

CHEERLEADER ! READER . . . she wanted to get out of this small texas town, wanted to make a name for herself and not just be the cheerleader who peeked in high school. but for now, she just has to get through her final year. which also means that number 33 on the football team — dean winchester; aka biggest playboy and star athlete, is going to do whatever it takes to get her to go out with him.

COME OUT TO SEE THE PANTHERS PLAY ON FRIDAY NIGHT!

BLITZ! — PROLOGUE

FIRST QUARTER

SECOND QUARTER

HALFTIME

THIRD QUARTER

FOURTH QUARTER

OVERTIME

TOUCHDOWN! — EPILOGUE

TAGS: @starzify @titsout4jackles @daylighted @deansbeer @bluemerakis @haunteres @figthoughts @h8aaz @sunsbaby @littlesoulshine @cowboysandcigarettes @rositaslabyrinth

NAT BABBLES: who can tell i’m binging friday night lights right now??? (i love tim riggins)