#geez louise! that STRUT

[cerealbishh]

Diamonds are forever

[gctchell]

shake a leg, miss mimzy. [ starter call ] // @idyllicserendipity

Whenever Mmzy stood on stage singing her heart out to the lounge, Niffty couldn't help but slide down onto the nearest table and simply watch with chin in hand and eye wide. Mimzy herself was nostalgic. Her voice, the way she dressed, her personality, presence, and the songs she sang. Niffty remembers gals like her on postcards, and as stars upon the silver screen while also jitterbugging on television - flappers strutting their stuff and singing with their chests. Her mother loved them, and because of that, Niffty did too. Mimzy was an icon frozen in time, and Niffty would always do what she could to hang back and watch her performances. Chores could wait.

With the rebirth of the Hotel, certain key aspects of its interior were given special attention; Vaggie received a ship that was in full working condition, Husker received a fully furnished and polished bar that was fully stocked with soda guns, Charlie received an office worthy of a Princess with all manner of collections of books to aid in the furtherment of a sinner's rehabilitation, and Mimzy.. Well, it was certainly paid ode that she received a stage worth performing on in the lounge. It was beautiful thing. The stage finally fit the glory of its main star.

When she finished, the maid shot up like a bullet and gave a raucous round of applause and loud processions of whistles.

"Geez Louise, Mim! How did you not make it to Hollywood, huh?? Or DID you?? Curious minds are dying to know!"

[masksandtruths]

Bless Your Heart-Part 1

A/N: This was written for @deanjensengirlmaggie’s strange pairings challenge. It’s my first attempt at fan fiction, and it got a little out of control, but I was having so much fun that I just decided to roll with it. Since I have to break it into two parts, I decided to steal another quote from her list of prompt choices and use one in each half. I really hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Language and some explicit content (sexy but not full blown smutty)

“Dude, what the hell are we doing here? I’m gonna to get carried off by these pterodactyls,” Dean complained as he doused himself in another layer of Off Deep Woods.

“Man, quit being a whimp. I can’t believe you are even complaining. We are somewhere tropical for a change. It’s not cold. It’s not the end of the world. Just a regular case in a beautiful country. If a few mosquitoes are the worst we have to deal with, I’ll take it,” Sam countered.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit. I get it, Sammy. Still don’t want to get Zika though.” Dean glanced around at his immediate surroundings and he had to admit, though he’d never say it out loud, Sam had a point. Belize was something else. Better than their normal gig, that was for sure. Waves beat against the reef that stretched under the crystal-clear water right off the coast of Ambergris Caye and a nice breeze carried the smell of salt right to the boys’ noses and almost made them forget why they even came. Maybe they could spend a few days and eat some salbutes, catch a few fish, and throw back a few beers with Eliazar and a couple other locals. 

 “Tell me again what E said about these missing fellas on the island,” Dean said at about the same time a tourist in a neon pink golf cart nearly plowed him down in the middle of Front Street.

“Hey watch it dickhead!” Sam shouted as he grabbed his stunned older brother by the elbow and dragged him the rest of the way across the road. “Okay, all E told me is that several men on the island have gone missing in the last week or so. They believe they found the remains of one of the guys but they don’t have the results back from the lab yet.”

“Well I mean, couldn’t a shark or a crocodile or something have eaten them? Are we sure that this is our thing? There’s a lot of shit on this island that could take a hunk out of a man’s ass. I’d much rather swig some local rum, and …” Dean’s voice trailed off as he got distracted by a bikini clad group of twenty somethings drunkenly strutting their way. Sam followed Dean’s gaze and slapped him in the chest with the back of his hand. “What?! I’m appreciating the scenery man!”

With a roll of his eyes, Sam answered, “Yeah well if you are done, I’ll answer your original question. It’s our thing, trust me. It’s Lobster Fest time. A lot of the vics are tourists. Bad for business, and E is worried. He said the one body they found had hundreds of holes all the way through it and looked like it had been something’s appetizer.”

Dean considered that info for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and said, “Okay, so where do we start?”

“The usual. Visit the morgue, talk to the police, see if he had any traveling buddies. We will have to start in the morning though. Everything is closed for the day,” Sam replied.

“Okay cool, then I’m fixing to go to town on one of these bacon wrapped hot dogs.”

“I mention dead, hole riddled bodies and you think of bacon?! You’ve got problems man.”

“No Sammy, you’ve got problems if you can smell that deliciousness and your mouth doesn’t water.” Dean held up two fingers to the lady behind the table, and she started preparing his meal as he looked on with pure happiness.

Sam shook his head and sat on one of the brightly colored concrete benches in the local park, knowing better than to come between his brother and whatever food he was fixing to shove down his throat. He watched as a few local kids played on a giant sculpture of a sea turtle in the middle of the area with the ocean rolling in the background and got so lost in thought that he jumped when a girl approached him to ask if he would take her picture with her friends. It took him a moment to realize they were the girls Dean had been eyeballing a few minutes earlier. “Sure thing. Glad to,” Sam answered as he took her phone and stood.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. We’ve been laying out today and those dirty monkeys really got to us,” the tall, busty, short haired brunette replied. “It’s hard enough to get a good picture when you are sober, but it’s just too pretty here to not take the opportunity to document it, you know?”

“Yeah I do. Alright, just tell me when y’all are ready.” The girls shifted into position and nodded. “One, two…”

“Oh my god man you have to try this shit. This is the best damn hot dog I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Dean practically moaned as he approached with his mouth full of food. When he looked away from his food long enough to notice the girls, he quickly swallowed and attempted to recover some semblance of his cool guy attitude.

“Yeah well you should try a nasty monkey!” shouted the same girl that approached Sam about the picture.

“Umm, excuse me?” Dean asked as he looked toward Sam. Sam looked as confused as Dean knew he was and just shrugged his shoulders.

Another voice piped up then. “Good lord child, it’s a dirty banana. Not nasty monkey or dirty monkey…dirty banana…got it? I don’t know how many times we have to tell you.”

The first girl looked at the second and just blinked. Then she suddenly yelled, “Oh and don’t forget about panty rippers!” and thrust her fruity drink in the air.

Dean sidled up next to Sam and whispered, “Where the hell do they come up with these names? Panty ripper…really? If that doesn’t put all sorts of images in your head, I don’t know what will.”

“And you tell me I’m the one that doesn’t know how to have a good time. Now you are bitching about what the locals call their drinks?”

Dean put his hands up. “Nope, nope, not at all. Simply making an observation.”

“Damn it, Shel,” a third female voice swore laughingly. “You spilled your fucking panty ripper all over me, you hooker. Can we just take the stupid ass picture and leave these poor guys alone?”

“Oh yeah the picture! Definitely. Taylor, Y/N, come here!” the girl named “Shel” shouted. Dean finally got a good look at the third girl, the one with the sailor’s mouth, and when she smiled for the picture, he found himself smiling too. What the hell? He wiped his hand down his face to clear off the dumb ass look he knew must be on it. A freaking smitten horny teenager. In two seconds and with the flash of a smile, he was hooked. She was shorter than him by a good six inches, maybe more. Tan skin. Dark hair. Big brown eyes and dark long lashes. She was very fit but soft and curvy in all the right places and filling out that bikini top and those denim jeans shorts exactly the way he liked. Based on her build, accent, and ability to make her wonderfully colorful language still sound proper and sweet, he assumed she had to be from Texas or some other southern state.

Sam finished taking the picture and the girls walked over to approve of the photo. Once it earned their unanimous consent, Shel officially introduced herself and her friends to the boys. “I’m Shelby. This is Taylor and our chaperone here is Y/N. Are y’all just getting here? Don’t look too burnt yet.”

“Yeah. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are here for work actually but don’t start until the morning. We decided to do tourist thing for now.”

When Dean took Y/N’s hand in his, a buzz of excitement immediately ran through him. It was like electricity or some shit equally as corny. Her eyes widened slightly, his only hint there was a chance that she noticed too.

“Well lucky us. You came at the perfect time.“ Shelby took another pull off her Pantyripper. "Want us to show you some of the best bars on the island?”

Sam looked at Dean, who nodded, and then smiled and said a quick yes.

“Yay, okay we will hit Fido’s first.” Shelby grabbed his arm and they were off, Taylor following closely behind. Y/N was clearly the soberest of the bunch and paused and took a deep breath before loyalty and concern for her friends pushed her feet into motion.

Dean fell into step beside her and started the awkward small talk. “So where are yall from, Y/N?”

“Texas, can’t you tell?” she joked in an exaggerated southern drawl.

“I knew it. I knew you were from the south the instant you insulted your friend and made it sound like a compliment.”

Y/N laughed in agreement. “Yeah one of our specialties. Shel and I just give each other a hard time every chance we get. Hooker is a term of endearment to us.  If you are interested, I can teach you…show you my ways.”

Dean thought of all HIS ways he’d like to teach HER, but opted for a simple answer instead. “Well I never really cared much about concealing my insults, but sure, teach away, Miyagi.”

“You’ve probably heard this before, but it’s so true. Just say ‘bless your heart’ after it. ‘Like she’s dumber than a box of rocks, bless her heart’ or ‘he only lasted about 15 seconds in bed, bless his heart’. Works like a charm.”

Dean threw his head back and laughed, enjoying that she was already comfortable enough to joke with him like this. “I call bullshit. There’s no way you can insult a man’s stamina and make it sound good. Guess I’m glad I never have to worry about that one.” He winked at her then and saw a faint blush creep up her tan cheeks. To her credit, she never missed a beat.

Y/N just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Oh geez Louise.  You are one of those guys.” Her voiced dripped with sarcasm and exaggerated disappointment. “I expected better from a country boy.“

“Alright fair enough. Forgive me darlin.” He clasped his hands together as he pleaded with her. She looked at him, making a show of considering her options and smiled and she huffed out an “I guess”. “Okay, for real, what makes you say I’m a country boy?”

She stopped and looked him up and down. “What? You mean besides the tan arms and pasty white legs?” Dean gave her an unamused look and she chuckled and continued, “Well you have a little drawl yourself. You say shit like ‘darlin’. You have bow legs. You have calluses on your hands. You are tall and look fairly…” She glanced over as she emphasized the word with a knowing smile, “fit. Plus, you do seem to have at least a few manners. Call it a lucky guess.”

“Ha well look who has me all figured out. I’m from Kansas actually. Work for the FBI so forgive me if I don’t get a whole lot of time to soak up any rays. I happen to think my pasty legs are sexy as hell though, just saying.”

Y/N glanced down before sighing as she said, “Awwww. Poor fella. You must be delusional, bless your heart.” He quickly shot her the bird, and she swatted at his upraised middle finger. He grabbed her wrist as she swung, and her laughter died as the air thickened with tension. He looked down at her and pulled her a step closer, acting on the connection he felt the moment he laid eyes on her. He could see her chest rising and falling more quickly now as she looked back into his green eyes. God, he’d wanted to do this since the second he saw her. He ran his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he leaned down towards her waiting lips. He paused to make sure she was okay with what was about to happen.

”Kiss me,“ she whispered. And he obliged. As soon as his lips touched hers, he felt her relax into him. He was right; she felt it too. He let go of her wrist and cradled the side of her face in his large hand as he deepened the kiss. Shit, he was in over his head and he knew it the instant she slipped her tongue into his mouth. If her mouth tasted like this, he could only imagine how sweet other parts of her would taste.  She stepped into him even further and wrapped her arms around his back giving him chills as she ran her nails down his spine. She made a whining noise when he pulled away to catch his breath, but it turned into an excited squeal as he yanked her into the shadows of the alley they were passing and pinned her against the wall. She quickly stood on her tiptoes, threw her arms around the back of his neck and planted another searing kiss on his lips. As he dipped his tongue into her mouth this time she let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard and caught himself damn near growling in response. And when she fisted her fingers in his short hair and nipped his bottom lip, his control finally snapped. He reached under the back of her muscular legs and lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed his damn near painfully hard erection between her legs and resumed his onslaught on her mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to force himself to pull away from the kiss, “I’d give anything for us to be back at my room. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.” He kissed her neck then. “Take care of you. Make you come every way I possibly can.” He kissed down to her collarbone. “Make you say my name over and over again until you are screaming it.” He moved one hand from underneath her leg long enough to pull down the left side of her bikini top and immediately suck her hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Holy shit, Dean,” she cried as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Just fuck me here please,” she begged. He looked up at her, his pupils blown wide with lust, his perfect mouth wrapped around that swollen bud, and gently nipped it in response. She moaned louder and squeezed him even tighter with her strong legs, but somehow he forced himself to stop. He brushed his lips across hers again and then pulled away just enough to break the connection and pant, “That’s the most tempting offer I’ve had in a good, long time sweetheart, but I’m gonna turn you down. I can already tell you that you deserve better than this. I want to take my time with you. Kiss…lick…taste every inch of your body before I bury myself in you. Sound like a deal?”

She was still breathing heavily as she replied, “Well hell yeah, it’s a deal. I mean as long as you guarantee to live up to your promise to last longer than fifteen seconds.” Y/N unlocked her legs from his hips, slid down his body and attempted to put herself back together after the hottest make-session of her life.

“Hell I don’t know. That was just the warmup, and I’m about ready to blow. This is going to be the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls,” he admitted as he resituated himself.

She chuckled and took a few steps back towards the street before looking over her shoulder at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Bless your little pea picking heart,” she called mockingly before she took off into the night towards Fido’s.

“Yeah you go ahead and bless it, darlin',” he grumbled to himself before starting after her. “It’s already fucking yours anyway.”  

@ilostmyshoe-79 @kittenofdoomage @deanwinchester-smut @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @melissaj616 @winchesterprincessbride @unadulteratedstorycollector

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