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taeilskitty · 3 years

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Hey there! I saw that you open for a request so here's what I thought : what kind of sound did nct make when having sex? Are they more into whimpers, groans, or maybe dirty talk? Thank you so much for answering my question and hope you have a good day!

i was BORN to answer this omg. lemme tell you, i have thought about this so SO much!! (i'm leaving chenji out of this bc i don't know how people feel about that yet)

anyways, i hope u enjoy and i hope this matches what you had in mind <3

taeil

oh fuck. taeil is most certainly a groaner. i think (and trust me, i've thought a lot) he must make these gorgeous low moans like right in the back of his throat if that makes sense - have you ever heard his bubble voice messages? oh my god, they're so fucking hot. his raspy voice in the middle of the night is just to die for. that makes me CONVINCED that he dirty talks super up close. even thinking about it makes me shiver :(( he's the king of praise, i just know it. i think he degrades too, but his favourite is when he mixes both together - "you look so pathetic there baby, how cute." "daddy loves his pretty slut so much." "god you're so fucking good for me, my cockslut~" taeil also asks things, i think that suits him so much. "yeah? you like that?" "is daddy's cock too big baby? shh, i'll be done soon..."

taeyong

whiner. whiner. undoubtedly. this boy has the sweetest, prettiest little moans... he gets all high pitched when he's close and oh god when he sinks into subspace he just mewls and his voice gets so weak </3 little "yes" and "a-ah thank you"s slip out because he such a good kitten. he's so precious... and if he gets asked to speak while he's getting fucked he just squeaks out an answer. "m.. love it... ah..." n he will never fail to say his please and thank yous - he's so well mannered even when hes getting used !!!

johnny

this is just. oh my. i think he's silent for the most part. heavy breathing and quiet grunts and groans until he's close. THAT'S when he starts moaning, all sorts of things slipping out. "god you're so good" "i love this hole so much" ahh??! i think he talks down too. fuck !!! daddy!johnny is so patronising, and not just outside of the bedroom. kinda like taeil, he asks things, but he makes u feel so dumb and cock drunk :( AH AND he like... coos when you feel all dazed from his cock... "awh~ is that good? you like that don't you sweetheart? yeah, i know."

yuta

i have this vision of yuta just SLAMMING from behind with his face right up in your ear, telling you all sorts of dirty things lowly with just the hottest voice ever. he's very vocal about what he wants, and he loves cumming inside... so expect him to talk about that. oh, he is so fucking possessive too. "hmm. mine. this is mine. you're mine." he probably bites your ear/neck when he says it... the grunts that come out when he slams are enough to send anyone reeling, but i bet he tells you "fuck. gonna. gonna cum in my fuckdoll--" n his voice just trails off as he fills you up and sighs<33

kun

now kun is !! an interesting one !! ... i envision him as a pretty hard dom, so i don't think he's any stranger to degrading. that being said, i think he's more talkative when he's giving punishments (e.g. spanking over his thigh... heaven<33) rather than when he's fucking. i think he moans lowly, semi-quietly but as he gets more and more pent up he gets louder. (i think this is the case for most of the nct doms but oh well) he'll praise how good you make him feel - assuming you've been behaved enough - but that doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath at every chance he gets ,,..

doyoung

definitely has pretty moans !! he probably does whine, but i mean that in a dom way - if that makes sense? higher pitched moans but not pathetic, in fact it's probably paired with him whispering "fuck yes, good [insert ur fave petname here]". i think he's the type to kiss you a lot during sex and like... moan into your mouth; any space not taken up by the sound of moans will for sure be filled with the sound of his panting and his tongue dancing with yours.

ten

another semi-whiner. i always saw him as a dom but i'm sliiightly succumbing to the idea that he may be a switch... which is why i think there's so much BEAUTY in his moans?? ten makes really pretty, breathy whines and moans i'm sure, i don't particularly think he talks a crazy amount but rather short instructions. (yes i'm going back to dom!ten) "turn around." "get on your knees" "quiet." AH !! he always lets you know what he needs - however, sub!ten will just whine and squirm till you make him cum because he is most definitely a slut who takes anything:(

jaehyun

first of all, this man wrecks me to the fucking core, and i could talk about this for... a while. but his moans are definitely like, raspy high-pitched type. think about his vocals. esp in try again... i bet you they sound like THAT. i'm sure he talks a bit too, tbh he probably says rather textbook dirty things but it sounds so fucking hot when it's him. "yeah take it, take my cock" "fuck yes just like that", he loves how you whine when he moans right up next to you btw - it just makes him do it even more. oh, and bonus - he will never call you ANYTHING without prefixing it with my or daddy's. daddy's girl, daddy's boy, daddy's pet, my dirty slut... ahh<3

winwin

it's almost contrasting to jaehyun but sicheng's voice is so low. i can't explain this in any way other than that he's kitty, but his moans are so... puppy? and when he's fucked, he makes himself sound so dumb too. he's constantly slurring his words and biting his lip because he's trying to keep quiet but anyone who walks by the room will hear "mm.. m!!" because he just can't help himself :( when he's close he probably squeaks like taeyong and cums all over the place GOD i want him

jungwoo

oh god there's no doubt that jungwoo talks SO much during sex. he probably loses his fucking mind with how good he feels. he's such a good boy but sometimes you just need him to shut up - but he can't. he squeaks out a little moan when you push into him, or when you start touching his cock, but withn minutes he's babbling non-stop; "oh god oh god mommy/daddy i love it so much, a-ah like that, please~"

lucas

my brain used to be convinced that xuxi was a dom, but i'm now sure he's a switch. either way, his moans are pretty much the same. they're very heavy and... i guess manly is the best way to put it. in my head i can literally picture him being like "ughhh..." when you start fucking because he just feels like he's wanted to fuck you so desperately - yes, even if you fucked hours before. it's always so breathy and moany and i think he sounds like a bit of a fuckboy tbh... "fuck yeah" as he slides his cock into you? THANKS

mark

loud baby loud baby LOUD BABY:((( no matter how much you cover that pretty mouth of his he will be so LOUD!! he can't stop talking and whining and panting, kinda like jungwoo but honestly... more. he swears a lot too. he tries not to but he just can't help himself :( "aw shit... god shit!!!" under his breath UGHHFDGGDFDD SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM !!! he's very polite though, so he always says sorry every single time :( he babbles like hell when he cums, he can't stop himself, again like jungwoo. "i'm gonna cum i'mgonnacumi- i'm -- ah fuck, shit--!!"

xiaojun

two words. action figure. everyone knew that was coming, HA - i'm sorry but THAT verse means we all know how he sounds. i think he tries his best to talk normally while you edge him but his little voice keeps on wavering and cracking and just... he can't help but sound all pretty and pathetic :( but surely dejun has some (very frequent) moments where he can't keep his front anymore and just whines like a whore because it feels so good<3

hendery

the things i'd let this man do to me:))) i think at first he'd actually try and hide his moans because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do, but no. for me personally, i know i would NOT LET THAT HAPPEN !! he probably sucks the air in through his teeth in an attempt to hide it - it's very fucking sexy when he does that, granted - but he can't keep doing that for long. i think he hums and laughs when he can't keep it in any longer because he almost feels some kinda defeat but then he just moans semi-loudly and lets out a "good girl/boy/baby... let me fuck you, huh?"

renjun

renjun scares the fuck out of me. why? because his moans are fairly quiet. he's master and it S H O W S. he grunts quietly, maybe muttering things under his breath like "so fucking tight" "mmh there you go..." to fill some silence but he does it subconsciously; he goes so far into domspace sometimes that he just can't control himself. when he's close he talks through his teeth and he's like "i'm. i'm gonna cum baby..."and the more you whine on his cock the more he just laughs at you because he's a sadist hhhhhhhhhhh.........

jeno

most definitely a fun one... you see when he's sub, he pants and whines and drools all over himself like a big dumb puppy boy and he just breathes so heavy n his moans are all shaky... if he's a brat he will try and talk big but he can't take it, he just gets so pathetic and !!! but dom jeno is fucking TERRIFYING because he talks down and tries his best to intimidate you. he chuckles and degrades you, but one of his faves is when he can big himself up under his breath. "look at you now. you love this fucking cock."

haechan

this isn't good for my mental health :) i fucking cannot TAKE this brat :) AHA! hyuckie is honestly such a whore, he's bratty and rude and always talks back at you like he's the king of the fucking world. he's constantly laughing at you and trying so hard to make you feel like you're not worthy but he feels so good he just gets fucked dumb by you :( he is SO loud too. he wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore he is and he makes sure he puts on his prettiest pornstar moans. he whines like his life depends on it. on the off chance that he's being a good boy, he begs and cries and whimpers when he finally cums - and i mean CRIES. sobs. he'll be heaving by the time you're done with him, but god he fucking loves it.

jaemin

fuck... fuck okay... well firstly he loves to talk. we all know how much he praises and how he's constantly showing his love off... that doesn't stop at fanservice, nope. he will fuck you like a ragdoll and keep calm and composed as ever, talking down to you as if you're in his lap for a soft cuddle. "baby loves nana so much hm~?" "oh you really love that don't you?" "you know you're so pretty. nana wants to cum in you so bad~" yes, he calls himself nana because he's a cocky fuck and loves how it sounds. especially when you're moaning it for him.

yangyang

i'm kinda in 2 minds about this... on the one hand, he's kinda like hyuckie in that he whines a LOT. but he can actually keep his composure - he's a breathy whiner, he's not quite as loud and he most certainy doesn't crumble as easily. (that's not to say that he can't, he most definitely can.) on the other hand i think when he's in a more neutral headspace rather than subby, he talks to you like a total fuckboy. not in a mean way but he's just like "hah. i know you love me fucking you like this." he gets so cocky and he sucks hickeys into your neck and hums quietly<3

shotaro

he's such a shy baby :( he wants to moan so much but he probably gets all self conscious and tries to hide it... so you gotta make him feel safe :( when he does he whimpers and it's so pretty and pathetic. the way he wells up with tears and hitches his breath is. adorable. he whispers "thank you... ah..." every time he feels that good and by the time he cums it's just falling from him like a waterfall :( the more comfortable he feels, though, the sluttier he can get... he will always be a good boy but i think he lets his whore side come out every once in a while <3

sungchan

last but most certainly not least, yet ANOTHER boy who pains me to the core. i think sungchan whimpers too. THERE I SAID IT. his cock is too big for his own good so he just... needs you to do SOMETHING to him :( he always sighs at first, maybe hissing just a little but then he gets to a point where he's quietly whimpering because he just needs to cum so fucking bad <//3 "need it... p-please..." he's always nervous to use titles but if he wants to cum he has no choice :( when his dom asks please who? he blushes bright red n mumbles a little "please mommy/daddy... 'm so good..." and god yes he is he deserves it so much ugh<33333333333333

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pogueit · 4 years

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Snip Snip Bitch

Sarah Cameron x reader!

A/N: Hello! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Summary: The one were you get a botched cut from JJ and Sarah is more than eager to help a dumb bitch out.

Songs: I wanna be adored by The Raveonettes, Eau D'bedroom Dancing by Bikini Kill, and basically Orville Pecks entire discography.

Warnings: None???

Word Count: 2,273

This week had to be the hottest week the OBX has ever suffered through. You were miserable as always, but especially so because while JJ and John B. were sent off to catch and relocate a gang of raccoons terrorizing a neighborhood in Figure 8 you had to go to the Cameron's residence, yet again. In the last couple of days, you had been sent by your dad to the Cameron's AT LEAST eight times to fix menial things around their property and half of those times were spent in Sarah Cameron's bedroom.

Normally, it wouldn't be such a big problem since you've seen everyone’s room at this point, but certain feelings towards Sarah had shifted in recent months. You started sneaking little glances at her whenever she passed by, your heart would nearly implode when she would stop and say hello or bring drinks for the working crew (which JJ says she never did when you weren’t there), you began to do stupid things to get her to look over in your direction even if it was just for a second (like tackling JJ into the water, jumping off the top of the Druthers onto the dock, or spraying Rafe in the face with the power hose), and your stomach would drop to the earth’s core whenever you saw her with golden boy Topper. So, it wasn't hard to tell you had a thing for the blonde. When the pogues found out they relentlessly teased you about it and more terrifying they always opted out of jobs at the Cameron's and dumped them on you. You hated being sent over by yourself without your shitty wingmen because with your newly discovered feelings you couldn't help but be severely awkward around her.

If you only knew she thought it was the cutest thing in the world. Sarah Cameron has spent the entire week destroying her house just so she could see you, again. She loved the not-so-sneaky-glances you shot her way when you thought she wasn't looking, the little faces you would pull when you were talking to Rafe, the absolute dumbest things you would do to get her to look at you, and how much you would reassure her she isn't a stupid fucking klutz for breaking everything in her room.

Sarah was praying that you would make a move already, but that has proved difficult with your newly developed shyness. So, she decided to break one more thing, her bathroom sink. She honestly doesn’t know how she did it but she did and now her insides are bubbling at the thought of you coming over.

You took JJ's cap on and off trying to settle your hair in a presentable way as you made your way up the pathway to the house. Now, you've suffered through a multitude of BAD haircuts, but this one has to take the cake. In your inebriated state, you decided you were long overdue for a haircut and a haircut you received. JJ seemed well versed in the haircutting trade as he's cut his own hair millions of times before without killing himself, this should’ve been no different. Your intoxicated decisions have failed you yet again and now you were stuck looking like a mutilated poodle.

You couldn’t brace yourself just yet to face Sarah looking like a chopped onion so you decided to stop by and see what Rafe has fucked up this time. He was hunched over the red bike confusion engulfed his hard features as he meddled with the engine.

"What's up with your bike?" You drop the toolbox which made him jump slightly.

"Jesus, you're back again?" Rafe playfully rolled his eyes at you.

"Well, someones gotta unfuck up things around here" you squatted down next to Rafe "What's the problem?".

"It won’t turn over" you peered down at the dismantled vehicle in front of you. The simple solution to all his problems made a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

"Did you just take it out for a ride?"

"Yeah, I just got back, why?"

"You just need gas, dumbass" you finally let the shit-eating grin take over your face.

"You're lying!" Rafe stated in disbelief as he stumbled over to check the empty fuel tank.

"Fuck!" He groaned into his hands and took a seat on the ground next to you.

"And that's why your dad keeps me around"

"Shut up" Rafe smacked the brim of the cap down your face which exposed your last night mistake.

"What the fuck happened to you" it was his turn to laugh as you scrambled to hide your hair with the cap.

"Fuck you"

"It doesn't look that bad... with the hat on" he tried his best to stifle the laughter that brewed in his chest "Sarah won't care". You could feel your body freeze over when he mentioned his sister and hoped your voice won’t fail you.

"A-and why do you think I c-care?" You mentally face palmed yourself upon hearing how the words left your dry mouth.

"You know why" He stood up from the paved road and extended his arm towards you "now go do what we paid you to do".

You trudged up the steps to Sarah's room. The warmth in your cheeks increased with each step and your heart was bouncing around in your chest. There wasn't anything you could do at this point, so you braced yourself and knocked. When the door flung open your heart broke through your rib cage and exploded into imaginary fireworks that lit up behind your eyes.

"Hey!" She beamed a gentle smile taking over her lips as she looked down at you. You had to restrain yourself from tucking a stray delicate strand of blonde behind her ear.

"Hey" you meekly responded and lifted up your shitty toolbox "heard you need your sink fix".

"Oh, yeah!" She beckoned you to follow her. Once you stepped into her room you could feel your heart rate pick up yet again and your stomach brewing with nerves.

"It floods my bathroom every time I turn it on" she sighed as she sat down next to the sink, her legs softly swaying over the edge. You nodded as you squatted down to take a look under the sink leaving your toolbox next to Sarah.

When the light from the flashlight hit the pipe you were surprised how fucked up they actually were.

"Fuck, this is broken broken" you mumbled as you peered at the battered metal pipes. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sarah try to suppress a guilty grin. There was only one pipe you could replace at that time and luckily it was the one with a huge crack down the middle.

“Uh, I can only replace one part today, I’ll have to come back tomorrow to fix the rest” you could have sworn you saw her eyes light up when you mentioned the prospect of coming back, but you just brushed it off. Sarah was eager to lend a helping hand, always handing you different tools, never the right ones, but you appreciated it, especially so, when your hands would briefly meet ever so often.

It was quiet for a moment before Sarah had an impending question she just had to get an answer to.

"Are you and JJ like a thing?" when the question left her lips your head jolted back slamming against the underbelly of the sink.

"Fuck, w-why would you think that?" You leaned back against the wall opposite of Sarah and held the back of your now dented head.

"Well... I ALWAYS see you guys together and half the clothes you’re wearing right now are his"

"Fair enough" you nodded glancing down at your outfit which did indeed mainly consist of the boy's clothes "but we're definitely not a thing, as for the hat I got a botched cut".

"You have to show me!" Sarah’s eye’s immediately lit up.

"Uh, most definitely not"

"I won't laugh I promise!" you sighed as you slowly took off the only thing making you look like you had a normal haircut. She shrieked when her eyes finally saw the disaster before her. Sarah slid herself off the counter and kneeled down next to you taking your warm face into her soft hands. The proximity of both your faces was about to send you into a cardiac arrest.

"Do you want me to fix it?" She finally spoke up after marveling at the complex haircut you had received.

"Uh, no yeah if you think you can even fix it" your cheeks were on fire from the embarrassment you never wanted to kill JJ so much in your life.

"I can at least make it better than this" she ran her hand through your hair which in turn made your whole body flare up with goosebumps.

She instructed you to sit on top of the sink counter facing the mirror as she gathered a towel and scissors. She then gently clipped the towel around your neck making sure it wasn't strangling you.

"Are you ready?" She peeked over your head staring at you through the mirror. You could barely nod because your mind was just thinking about her warm hands on your cold shoulders.

"If it still looks ugly we can always shave it" she giggled when your eyes almost fell out of your sockets at the mere thought of shaving your head.

"Umm, how about no?"

"What? I think you'd look so cute!"

"I'd look like I'm 10!"

"It would still be cute" she mumbled as she began to snip the mutilated strands. You two stayed silent for a while the sharp sound of the scissors taking over. You tried your best not to stare at her as she worked on your hair, but she was just so darn cute when she was concentrating. Meanwhile, Sarah’s smile continued to grow each time she caught your eye making it hard for her to focus on fixing your hair.

"Almost done just need to fix the front '' she motioned you to turn around and face her. You did as you were told uncrossing your legs in the process. Sarah then made herself comfortable between your legs and brushed some loose hair off your cheeks with her fingertips.

"Are you breathing there y/n?" Sarah giggled looking down at you. A strangled "Yep" managed to escape your lips. All you wanted to do was reach out and kiss her already, but you couldn't risk the embarrassment of rejection. What would the “kook princess” herself want anything to do with a dirty pogue only bred to mow lawns anyway? The only thing you could do now is just cherish this only type of intimacy you will ever get out of the girl.

When the snipping stopped your stomach dropped.

"All done! You're officially the coolest bitch in the OBX!" She smiled down at you running her hands through her latest masterpiece. Sarah didn't make any effort in moving from her current position which is still standing snuggly in between your thighs. Silence once again took over the room as you both focused on the proximity of one another. So close, yet so far away. Each of you fighting within yourselves to be brave enough and confess. Sarah's hands danced around your sitting thighs not sure whether to finally give in and touch your bare thighs.

"So, are you going to kiss me or what?" Sarah finally broke toying with the frayed hem on your shorts. You could clearly see the impatience riddled across her soft features and you were more than happy to oblige. You gently cupped her face with your trembling hands before smashing your lips against hers. You will forever be grateful to JJ for showing you the wonders of exfoliating your lips, as your lips glided with ease against Sarah’s. The kiss was rough and frenzied as both of your suppressed emotions were finally being attended to. Your hands quickly entangled themselves into her golden locks pulling her even closer. Sarah's hands wandered up your exposed thighs making you erupt into goosebumps before securely wrapping her arms around your waist. You could feel little fires erupting all over your body where her hands were and you could feel the struggle in your breathing, but you didn’t want this moment to end not just yet.

You were the first one to pull away from oxygen deprivation and giggled seeing the girl chase after your lips and let out a whine. You marveled at how flushed her cheeks and swollen lips were. Sarah could spend the next century kissing you and still not get over the sensation of your delicate lips against hers, but she could tell there was something on your mind other than needing to breathe.

“What?” she whispered, bringing her forehead to rest against yours.

“What about Topper?” Even if he is one of the biggest assholes in the Outer Banks you didn’t think it was fair to the boy.

“That dickhead? He’s just helping me out being my beard” she giggled as she ran her hands through your hair once again.

“Your beard” You couldn’t help but laugh. This entire time golden boy Topper was just helping Sarah out and all your maliciousness towards the poor boy was all for nothing.

“Does that make my girl happy?” Sarah giggled as your eyes snapped back up at her. Just those two words made your insides vibrate with a whirlwind of happiness. You didn’t say anything you just roped her another kiss, which you will definitely be doing more often.

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sambukasam · 6 years

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Little Harvelle

Summary: Tonight was the night that you were finally going to open Dean’s eyes. No more ‘Little Harvelle.’

AU Bingo Square Filled: Holiday Fic

Genre Bingo Square Filled: New Years

Pairing: Dean x Harvelle!Reader

Warnings: some unrequited feelings and pining, fluff

Word Count: 3204

A/N: jo and ellen never died in this, and the reader is jo’s younger sister :-)

Created for @spngenrebingo and @spnaubingo

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Men were simple, predictable, and easily suggestible. You learned this growing up in the roadhouse, where even the smartest and most respectful of hunters could be persuaded into buying sixteen-year-old you a beer when your mother Ellen wasn't paying attention.

Looking back on it now, you were creeped out at how easily swayed those grown men were by a teenage girl batting her lashes at them, but that's just how things were. No one would actually lay a finger on you, all of them well versed in what happened to anyone who thought they'd have shot with Ellen's youngest daughter.

Now you were 25, and learning that men weren't as black and white as you'd grown up thinking. And by men, you meant Dean Winchester. The man was like a jigsaw puzzle, and you were missing the most important piece.

You'd been into him for a few years, starting off as a simple teenage crush on the cute hunter, who's smile sent your stomach into a flurry of butterflies. It evolved as you got older and got to know him more than just the Winchester who breezed through occasionally, seeing him as a man who'd been through so much yet still managed to smile at the end of it, which you thought was pretty damn incredible. It couldn't really be described as an innocent crush after you came to that conclusion, realising just how much you admired him and his strength (and okay, maybe also his good lucks and his muscles. Sue you.)

But hey, you must have been pretty damn good at keeping it hidden because any time he and his brother rolled into town, your sister Jo was flirting up a storm with him, leaving you and Sam chatting at the opposite end of the booth until the two of them got it out of their system

You knew that if you told Jo you were into Dean she'd stop her flirting, no matter how fruitless your crush was. And you knew the flirting was harmless - at least on Jo's end, but it was pointless because Dean flirted back with her while remaining oblivious any time you tried to get his attention in a more than strictly PG way.

You tried to take a leaf from Jo's book and flirt shamelessly with him. The man was a grade A flirt himself, so surely he wouldn't see any harm in humouring you, right? No luck.

When your flirting efforts were going unnoticed - or worse, ignored - you cranked it up, trying to take a more physical approach in getting his attention. You weren't proud of it, but at this point you just wanted him to see you as a woman instead of the teenager he still treated you like.

You walked by him with an extra sway to your hips, or your cleavage peeking out of your shirt just a bit more than it had been seconds before. However, he never really seemed to take notice of it. Things just went right over the hunters head, probably more than likely because of how young you were compared to him.

Sure, there was a sizable age gap, but you were both adults. It didn't bother you, and it shouldn't concern anyone else. The man was almost in his forties, and although Jo was only a few years older than you, that meant she was a few years closer to Dean, which could explain why he actually had an interest in her.

Now it was New Year's Eve, and you had managed to psych yourself up and convince yourself that this was going to be your year, Dean would open his eyes and want to be yours. A pretty sad New Year's resolution, but a resolution nonetheless.

Jo had gotten into a relationship recently and had managed to sweet talk Ellen into having her waiting tables tonight. This gave her the perfect excuse to chat with her boyfriend every time she strutted past him, but meant that you were stuck working at the bar while everyone you knew was getting wasted right in front of you.

It was just your luck that Dean Winchester strolled in unannounced and unaccompanied, pulling Ellen in for a hug as she came up to him.

You grinned at him as he approached the bar, sitting on a stool directly in front of you as you dried the recently washed glasses. "Little Harvelle," he smirked and nodded in greeting, and you prayed he couldn't tell you were blushing in the poor light. You didn't like the nickname, it made you feel like a kid, but the way his lips moved as he said it made it almost forgivable.

"Grandpa Winchester," you teased back, laughing at the stink eye he shot you.

"Grandpa or not, this old geezer could kick your ass blindfolded."

"You keep telling yourself that," you shook your head but kept chuckling softly along with him as you grabbed him his favourite beer, taking off the cap and sliding it over to him.

"Thanks, kid."

You winced but tried to hide it. Kid. It was meant to be harmless, same as the Little Harvelle nickname, but that didn't mean it didn't cause harm. Tonight wasn't your night, it wasn't gonna be your year, and Dean Winchester remained as unattainable as ever while he still viewed you as a kid. You were grateful when someone hollered your name from the other end of the bar, rushing down to her to refill her cup.

When no one else had an immediate need, you sighed and headed back to the glasses you were drying before Dean showed up. "No Sam with you tonight?" You questioned when it was quiet, glancing up to see Dean was holding the green beer bottle with both hands, staring down the rim as if he'd asked it a question and was waiting on an answer. Maybe you were prying, maybe Sam was the reason he was white-knuckling his beer bottle.

"No, he uh, he's been seeing someone lately. Sweet chick, not a hunter but she knows what we do."

"Oh?" You asked with a small smile, actually interested. Sam deserved it, and you hoped she was good for him in between all the bad that gets thrown at him.

"Yeah, met her a few months ago and he's gone out of his way to see her as much as he can. They're holed up in the bunker together now, I took the hint and decided to go on a road trip here. It's weird though, I always kinda figured the two of you would end up together." His last sentence came out rushed, and when you looked up at him quickly he was shooting you a sly look that suggested he knew something you didn't. That look went away when you snorted, unable to hold in your laughter.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, covering your mouth as the glass and towel lay forgotten. "That is probably the funniest thing I've ever heard."

"Are you really telling me you were never into him?" Dean asked incredulously. "C'mon, you both always seemed inseparable any time we dropped by here."

"He's not really my type," you said honestly. No, your type was more green eyes, freckles, the hottest lips you've ever seen.

"Is that so?" He asked in a flirty tone, and you couldn't help the almost inaudible gasp you let out as he moved his drink out of the way so that he could rest his arms on the table, leaning in close and making the most intense eye contact that you had ever had to endure. "What would your type be, then?"

Was he... actually flirting with you? You were certain he could tell you were blushing, racking your brains to try and think of the best answer you could give him that would draw him in rather than scare him away, but the fact that he seemed to actually be flirting with you so out of the blue was fogging your brain up. It was hard to concentrate while the full might of his stare was on you.

Before the silence could get awkward, the same woman who'd interrupted you earlier called you over again. Thank god for fast drinkers, you thought as you hurried over to her, snagging the bottle of whiskey she'd been ordering from all night along the way.

"Can we just keep the bottle?" She asked, and you laughed and handed it over to her. She was a good friend of Ellen's, Katy Neeson, and she could handle her liquor better than most people twice her size. She'd been downing shots of whiskey all night and didn't look affected at all, and you could only assume that she'd be ordering another soon enough. "Was that Dean Winchester you were talking to down there?"

You nodded and looked down at the counter of the bar, embarrassed to make eye contact with her in case she'd noticed how pathetically affected you were by his... everything.

"I can go behind the bar if you want," she offered. She helped out in the roadhouse before a few times, so it wasn't a ridiculous offer, even if you were confused about why she was offering it in the first place. When she saw your blank look, she carried on. "You know, so you and the boy can sneak off. Blow some steam off while Ellen's busy whooping everyone's ass at darts."

You choked on your spit at her proposition. "Thanks, Katy, but I think I'll be staying behind the bar tonight."

She smiled knowingly up at you before taking a long swig from the bottle, not pulling the slightest face at the strong taste of the alcohol. "You never know, sweetie. If you wanna sneak off into the storeroom just shoot me a thumbs up and I'll jump back here."

You weren't sure how to respond to the woman as she laughed at your red face.

"Go get your man."

You nodded and wandered back to Dean, still blushing as the conversation replayed in your head. Well, your crush on him must be pretty obvious if Katy was willing to work unpaid on New Year's Eve just so you could get laid.

"What has you all... blushy?" He asked when you got back, gesturing his hand beside your face.

"N-nothing," you stammered, and you cursed yourself in your head. Way to ruin whatever flirty atmosphere had been there a moment ago.

"It's nearly midnight," he commented, checking the time on his phone. You spied the time, 11:43.

"Ready for another year of all this?" You asked.

He looked at you, and not to sound like a teenage high school cliche, but you felt like he was seeing past everything, seeing the real, raw, you. "I'm ready for something more," he didn't elaborate, though you felt like there was a reason he chose the word more instead of specifying. "Have you got any cheesy resolutions?"

"I wanna travel. I don't know if it'll be for hunting explicitly, but I wanna get out of this old place for a while. I've never actually gone anywhere, besides Bobby's or Jody's. I'm thinking Alaska or New York, maybe Vegas. I could hit a Disneyworld or two along the way"

"Sounds great," he said, and you could see he meant it in the small smile he sent you. "You should come back to the bunker with me for a while, save me from third wheeling Sam and his chick."

You knew it was a bit pathetic, but if he genuinely invited you to go back with him you knew you would. "And be stuck with you? There's no benefit in that for me, Winchester."

"Trust me, there would be plenty of benefits for you if you were stuck with me," he said in a huskier tone, darting his tongue out to lick his lips as you watched on, entranced.

"Such as?" You prompted him, hating the amusement in his eyes when you finally stopped staring at his lips. He was toying with you and the two of you knew it, and you hated how much you enjoyed it.

"You'll have to go back with me to find out."

"Bold of you to assume Ellen would let her precious youngest child run off with an old man such as yourself."

"You need to stop calling me old," he growled playfully, leaning closer as you instinctively took a step back, wincing as your back met the freezer behind you. "And it'd be fine, Ellen loves me. And Little Harvelle's gonna need a babysitter. Someone to semi-tame you."

That nickname again. And babysitting? Was he saying it because he knew it frustrated you? "I'm twenty-five, Dean. I wish any man who tries to tame me luck."

"I always liked a challenge," he said with a cock of his eyebrow, and you realised the dangerous territory this conversation was going. Maybe Dean wouldn't end up dating you as your three-year plan had projected for next year, but a one night stand wouldn't hurt. Maybe once he saw how great your boobs are he'd fall helplessly in love.

Before you could answer him, you heard your mother's voice hollering out into the suddenly quiet room of hunters. "Alright, the fireworks are going off in a minute, everyone out to watch."

You smiled, loving the tradition. A couple hundred fireworks were gonna get lit, the competitive hunters all trying to outdo each other with the most exotic fireworks they found on the road. The first ones always exploded right as it turned midnight, literally starting the new year off with a bang.

The crowd quickly began filing out, no one wanting to miss the first one. Couples stood close together to their other halves, and you smiled at Jo who was just a little further down the crowd and snuggling in with her boyfriend.

"Room for one more?" Dean's voice asked, and you jumped at how close it was. He'd ducked down near your ear to say it over the crowd of chatty people, and you had no idea he'd followed you to where you stood. You smiled up at him and moved over a bit to make sure he had room where he could see, though with his height you doubted that he'd miss anything from the very back.

"Thirty seconds!" Someone shouted from the crowd and you began to rock on the balls of your feet slightly, excited.

"Running out of time," Dean whispered to himself, and you didn't look at him this time. You figured it was probably another world threatening emergency that you really didn't want to find out about right at that moment, because it would be a pretty crappy way to start the new year.

"Ten, nine, eight," the crowd all began to chant, and you joined in with a smile. Dean took a step further in front of you to see what firework was being lit before turning so he was facing you. You smiled nervously up at him as he stared at you intently. "Four, three, two, on-"

You never got to finish counting, because suddenly Dean's arm was looping around your waist, pulling you close to him and kissing you right as the fireworks blew and everyone began to drunkenly cheer.

Your hands were tense, balled into fists from the surprise of getting dragged over to him, but once you realise holy shit, Dean Winchester's finally kissing me, they relaxed, grabbing the collars of his flannel and pulling him even closer to you to deepen the kiss while you shut your eyes to match his.

He hummed into your mouth, poking his tongue and you took the hint, opening your mouth and letting him in. He tasted a bit of beer and something else that you couldn't put your finger on but mixed with the intoxicating scent of his cologne you were gone.

He had a hand on your waist and one on the side of your face, cupping it as he led the kiss. You were vaguely aware of the fireworks in the background, but you paid them no mind as you finally got what you'd been dreaming of for years. It felt like something out of a cheesy rom-com, and you loved every second of it, but eventually, you had to break the kiss for air.

His hands stayed where they were as he kept his eyes closed, his forehead resting against your own.

"Happy New Year's," you whispered awkwardly to him, not sure how you were meant to act. You'd wanted that to happen for so long that now that it finally has, you didn't know what to do with yourself. Do you kiss him again? Does he regret it? Why did he do it?

He smiled and leaned back, standing at his full height. "Happy New Year's, Y/N."

"Not to, um, sound like a total virgin, but... why exactly did you do that?"

"Because I've been meaning to for a long time. And Sam wouldn't stop teasing me over it."

You blinked up at him, feeling a smile practically split your face in half from how hard it was. Before it dropped as you realised something and your gut twisted. "You've never shown an interest in me at all before now. Like, at all at all. You didn't... Did you only do it because Jo's off the market?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he frowned down at you, cupping your jaw in both hands. "I was convinced you had the hots for Sam. That's why I'd play flirt with Jo, but it never meant anything. To me or to her. I just didn't wanna sit there doing nothing while you and Sam spoke about these great books you read and movies you'd seen, and you seemed so in sync... I didn't know what I was supposed to do with myself."

You frowned and opened your mouth to speak, but Dean kept going before you could.

"I remember this defining moment, walking into the roadhouse one time," he broke off with a smile and you could tell he was picturing it. "You had to have just turned twenty-two or something. You were coming back after you went swimming and there was this scrawny boy with you, and you were wearing a bikini top and he just wouldn't stop staring. I'll be honest, I couldn't either. But I remember feeling so mad, completely unjustifiably so, because you were a grown woman now and I had no say in who you hang around with, but I was jealous of the punk because he got to check you out like that."

"I kinda remember that. He tried to cop a feel when you left," you saw the angry look that clouded over Dean's face. "Calm down there Brutus, think I left the poor guy infertile with the amount of force I put into that punch to the nuts."

He still looked mad, but there was a definite look of pride beneath it. "Handled like a true Harvelle."

"Well, Ellen didn't raise no bitch."

"No, she didn't," he agreed, grinning cheesily before pulling you in for another kiss while another round of fireworks exploded loudly around you.

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