Just another ordinary Winchester Valentine’s Day
dean challenge: relationships [dean + food]
Abaddon’s fists in his hair, wrenching Dean’s head back, and he can feel red nails digging into his scalp, and he can feel his neck protesting at the awkward, painful angle.
And he can feel the rush of blood to his dick from it, and he can feel that he’s fucking turned on like he wouldn’t believe, half hard in his jeans even in the middle of a fight. He wants Abaddon, sick and sure, wants to feel her manhandle him to the ground and twist his arm behind his back, make him rut against the dirt until he’s coming, untouched and ashamed.
It’s seven kinds of twisted, and Dean knows it, so he sneers at Abaddon and does his best to play it cool.
“So are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I gotta tell you, I am getting some mixed signals here.”
when reason gets kicked in the gut,
when the chariots of gloom encircle you.
For a nonnie! <3
Happy Birthday Dean Winchester (January 24, 1979 - Present)