#sorry p high still but i don't think that means i'm wrong necessarily

[psymachine]

which two members of the gang are running this scam selling this product next season?

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 10 | "all the wrong things for all the right reasons"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 3,228

Summary: you and Dave finally have a night alone to explore your desires and he teaches you how to please him.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is early 20s, Dave is early forties), light d/s tones, TW for mentions of past child abuse/domestic abuse (reader's family), mentions of Dave's past infidelities, first time, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (reader is on the pill), dubcon (starts off rough but reader gets into it), reader bleeds her first time, choking, creampie, little bit of bathtub sex, a little bit of bloodsucking (but maybe not the way you think), Dave is adopted(!)

Author's Note: Please note that for the sake of the story there is mention of bleeding during MC's first time having sex. This isn't common, I just used it to show Dave's dark interest in blood and inflicting pain. It also goes to show how the MC is losing her innocence little by little as she is introduced to her new role as his mistress.

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You walk together through the side entrance of a five-star hotel. "Have you done this before? Taken a girl to a hotel?"

He gently grasps your hand, giving you a little smirk, but doesn't answer. You can already guess that you're not the first but that doesn't matter to you.

At the front desk he checks you in and you hang back, taking in the spacious, elegant lobby. It's almost afternoon and there aren't many people around, but you still feel wary of running into someone Dave knows. He puts his arm around your waist and leads you to room 308. You commit that number to your memory, placing it among just one of the many significant details of this day. You hold his hand as you take the short elevator ride to the third floor.

"Where does your wife think you are right now?" you ask curiously.

"She thinks I'm out with friends."

There's a part of you that likes the lying, deceptive aspect of this relationship. You're doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons.

The hotel room, your sanctum of sex and desire for the night, is elegant yet understated. It looks more like a high-rise apartment than a hotel. A king size bed adorned in tasteful neutrals, a large TV, a minibar complete with every type of alcohol, and a view overlooking the city.

You turn to Dave, who's watching you with an amused expression. "Up to your standards?" he asks, removing his jacket and watch, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves as he comes close to you.

"It's perfect," you tell him, removing your own jacket. In his arms you softly kiss his cheek.

"No more of that," he says gently. "Kisses on the cheek? Now you'll have to do better than that, my girl. Kisses for me have to mean something. I want to feel you, savor you."

Eyes wide, pupils dilated with lust, you lean in and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like desire and you can't get enough of him. Dave trails hot wet kisses down your neck.

"Strip for me," he commands, already unbuttoning his own shirt. There's but a small pause before you acquiesce. Slipping off your clothes you are left in only your bra and panties, a peach silk set you're glad you wore today. Dave eyes your body hungrily, and the bulge in his pants grows. "Sit on the bed," he tells you, and you perch yourself on the edge, parting your legs, keeping your eyes on him as he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. The sound of the metal, of the leather being pulled through the fabric loops, discomposes you. The next thing you know, Dave is kneeling before you, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "I thought I lost you for a minute."

Coming back to your senses, you feel foolish. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

This doesn't necessarily dissuade him. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he says in a serious yet comforting tone. "You looked out of it. What were you thinking about?"

You would never dream of ruining this time with him with such talk. "Right now all I can think about is you.."

He smiles and puts his hands on your thighs, letting them travel up then back down to your knees which he hooks over his shoulders. You scoot yourself to the very edge of the bed, nerves thrumming with anticipation. Dave brushes his hand against the growing wet spot on your panties. "I have so much planned for you, sweetpea," he whispers, gently lapping his tongue against your wet spot, pressing his tongue hard enough for you to feel through your panties. You give a loud, needful moan. Dave pulls your panties down and kisses his way up your thighs. Each kiss is like fire upon your skin, and your breaths get shorter as he inches closer to your pussy. "Look how wet you are. And I haven't even done anything to you yet."

Your breath comes out in short puffs, and Dave gently blows on your clit, making you exhale with a sweet sigh. He holds your thighs, keeping them pushed back to expose more of you, and he takes in the sight of your already drenched folds. Without a moment's hesitation he dives on, devouring you with unbrideled fervor.

You moan in surprise, hips arching up to press yourself against his mouth, his tongue gliding along your clit as he inserts two fingers inside, intent on making you cum as hard as possible. All his patience with you dwindles the moment you dig your fingers into his hair, demanding more of him. He's never gone down on you until now and he wishes he'd done it sooner. "You taste so fucking sweet," he growls. Time seems to stand still, minutes seem small eternities while Dave works his magic. Your hands grab his hair, his shoulders. whatever you can grab hold of and the sounds that leave your mouth are absolutely wicked.

Spurred on by this, Dave gently takes your clit between his teeth, using his fingers to fuck you. You try to give him encouragement, to communicate your appreciation, but your mind is a mess and you can only generate feral sounds. You tremble all over, even your thighs which Dave clamps down with his arms. Only at the right, precise moment are you able to speak: "Oh my god Dave, I.. I.. oh!" A powerful wave rolls through you, carrying you to bliss.

Dave talks you through it. "There it is, my girl, yes.. you're so beautiful and this is all for you." He continues lapping at you, sucking up the juices of your arousal.

"Dave!" you moan as another great wave overtakes you. A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. "I don't know how much more I can take!"

"Just let yourself go, let me take care of you." His voice is soothing, hypnotic, almost romantic. You follow his gentle command and unleash the onslaught of pleasure that's been building up inside you, crying out his name, gently pushing him away when you become overstimulated.

He chuckles, laying next to you on the bed. "Do not ever be ashamed to tell me when you're done. Was that the first time you've ever had your pussy eaten?"

You nod, too overcome to speak just yet. Your eyes are bright, skin glowing. Dave sees this and pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "What do you say to making that a regular occurrence? Tonight and as often as possible," he says. "But you understand that now I have to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, imagining when and where you'd finally become mine."

"You think I haven't wanted that too? I've fantasized about this moment forever. Make me yours.. leave your mark on me." You take his hand and guide it back to your pussy, and he readily takes over, fingering you again, gliding smoothly, stroking that soft, hidden part inside you that makes you scrunch your face in pleasure. He teases you relentlessly, filling you up but not wanting to stretch you out too much - you're so tight and he wants to relish that feeling. He's excited to be your first and he has no doubt he can make your first time memorable and pleasurable.

Only just before you come do you feel him unclasp the front of your bra, fondling your breasts and nibbling on the hardened points with his teeth. This is what propels you over the edge. He fingerfucks you through your orgasm. At the same time it's too much and not enough. "I need you inside me, Dave. Please.."

His response is little more than a growl as he moves over you, getting rid of the rest of his clothes. You cast your bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Dave stares down at you on the bed and you think you can see a bit of tenderness beneath his intense gaze from the foot of the bed. "Come here first. I want to fuck your mouth," he commands.

You get on all fours at the edge of the bed and he moves your hair away from your face. This creates a Pavlovian response in you to open your mouth. "Good girl," he says, pulling your hair back as you take his cock into your mouth. You know by now what he likes, but this time you let him take charge because that's what he likes in this moment. "You take my cock so well," he praises. "I'm turning you into such a good little slut. But only for me.. my fucking whore."

He pulls away when your lips tighten around him and your tongue caresses the underside of his dick. "Not yet, sweetpea. I want to cum inside that perfect virgin cunt. Regarding birth control," he continues smoothly, "you're on the pill, right?"

You have a questioning look on your face then you realize how he knows this about you. "I forgot. You like to go through my room." He must have found your pills in your bedside drawer. "Yes, I am," you answer him.

"I just wanted to see if I could trust you," he says easily. "And you, sweetpea, do you trust me? With your body, with your emotions, with your soul?" As he asks this his hands roam your body, appreciating every curve, every plane, and the triangle of soft hair that covers the entrance to your best-kept secret. God, each little touch, no matter how innocuous, dares to send you into a frenzy.

"Yes," you sigh, your heartbeat a timpani drum beat pulsing your entire body.

He hooks your knees over his forearms and positions yourself at your entrance. "This first time is just for you, sweetpea. The next time and all the times that come after are for me."

He pushes in and you gasp at the intrusion. You're wet enough to take him but it's still a matter of acclimating to his girth. He gives shallow strokes, easing deeper each time until he finds your barrier. "Look at me. Breathe," he commands in that low, soft voice. You do just that, then he slams himself against you, causing you to cry out at the brief yet searing pain. The shock wears off soon enough and you feel him fully sheathed inside you, and the first word out of your mouth is, "Fuck!"

Dave takes a moment to let the feeling sink in. He's never been in such a tight pussy. He has to hold back just from cumming right then and there. Slowly he removes himself, eliciting a slight wince from you. There's a little blood on his cock. A real virgin he thinks in wonder. Not just someone who's never been fucked, but someone who's bled for him, given something up for him. He brings you up to a sitting position. "Suck it off."

You do, and it feels ceremonial. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and let him push into your mouth a little bit. He stares at you with what you might think, if you didn't know better, was love.

He pushes you back to the middle of the bed, joining you on the soft sheets as he presses into you again. There's less pain this time. You cease to think of anything except what is happening between you, the slow and gentle movements.

"You're so warm, so tender, and so god damn tight, sweetpea," he whispers. You whisper his name over and over, a prayer of lust and love. You kiss his face, his shoulders, his chest, wherever you can put your lips. There's the centralized feeling of the momentum of his hips rocking against yours, moving steady and deep. Meanwhile Dave is cupping your ass, bringing your legs over his shoulders so that he's in as deep as possible, a look of concentration and determination in his dark eyes. The eye contact alone is a type of eroticism, as you're both unable to feign anything in your compromising position.

"Oh god Dave.. please!" you moan.

"Please what, sweetpea?" he replies, a smug smile on his lips.

"Harder! Please!" you beg, and are rewarded with the smooth, quick pistioning of his hips, his thumb caressing your clit. An unstoppable wave of pleasure washes over you and you give a ragged cry as you cling to him.

He takes a moment to pause to revel in the feel of you pulsing around him, the way your cunt dares to consume him whole. Then he deftly maneuvers you on top of him and without being told what to do you ride him, sinking down on him, impaling yourself upon his cock. "You take me so well," he murmurs again, his hand reaching up to graze your jaw and travel down your neck. "You've already come for me like a good fucking girl. I want you to come again and again until you're a fucking quivering mess." His hand slowly grips your throat, lightly squeezing, his thumb pressing down on your windpipe just enough to make you gasp. Your hand covers his and for a moment Dave thinks you're going to remove his grasp, but to his utter delight you press his hand harder against you. He restrains from squeezing too hard yet he can see the effect it's having on you. "My girl likes a little choking? Likes it a little rough?"

Your only answer is a stifled moan as you continue to move on him, finding a rhythm that feels the best for you and that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. He continues pressing until you ask him to go easy and he does ease up, just enough to keep you under his thumb. "Come for me, baby. You've got another one in you." His free hand cups your breast, teasing your nipple, rising up to kiss you. You wrap your arms around him, grinding your hips harder, opening your thighs wider to accommodate his girth. This time an even greater surge of pleasure engulfs you, makes you feel as if you're drowning in this long, drawn-out climax. Dave lets out a surprised grunt, shuddering as he comes, and you feel the warm rush of his seed. In that moment he leaves a piece of himself with you and it feels like a gift, like a secret. You stay locked together in this embrace, catching your breath. Though he is satiated, Dave looks at you as though he could ravage you all over again.

"You're mine now," he says. "You'll never belong to anyone else, not really."

"Why would I want to?" you smirk and it damn breaks his walls.

He puts you on your back, legs still spread so he can see his cum dribbling out of you. "I took it easy on you this time," he says, using his fingers to push his cum back into you. You wince, still sore. Dave notes this and is more gentle with you. "How do you feel?"

"A little achy, but not bad.. my bones feel like jello," you give a little laugh.

Dave smiles. "I have an idea."

The tub is warm, full of frothy bubbles, and you're lying with your back to Dave's chest as he lazily strokes down the middle of your chest. "I suppose this isn't the first time you've been unfaithful to her," you say softly even as the bathroom tiles echo your voice and make it louder.

Dave agrees, nodding. "You're right, this isn't the first time I've been unfaithful."

A twinge of jealousy pricks at your heart even though you know such a reaction is silly. "So the others were just flings, or...?"

His voice rumbles against your spine as he speaks. "The others started as just flings. I had some fun.. there were quite a few.. some I even took home right after meeting at the office, others I met on business trips, but never anyone close. Never anyone like you. You're different."

You take those words into yourself, even though they sound like a bad line from a teen TV drama. You're different, not like other girls. You're better. You can't be upset about things he did before you met. And you have to admit part of you thinks his double life is hot.

"Has Carol ever caught on?"

He pauses. "Couples will usually have arguments about faithfulness or the lack thereof, but her accusations have never been very strong, just mild critiques about how I'm away from home so much."

"You seem to have such a good relationship with her.. sometimes I watch the two of you and it seems so surreal, like one or both of you is putting on an act."

He tenses up a little at that. "What do you mean?" His voice is on edge.

You pause. "Tell me about what you were like growing up.." You tilt your head to look at him and he gives you a quick kiss. "There's not much to tell. I was in the foster system from a young age and the family I was eventually adopted into was a military family. We moved around a lot from base to base, different countries. So naturally that became my calling as well."

"And your family was okay? I mean, they loved you?"

He nods. "Yeah, we were really close, and still are."

"What happened to your birth parents?"

"I don't know. I don't care," he says with a shrug.

"My parents were shit. Well, my dad was. He used to drink a lot, beat my mom. And she never did anything about it. She was helpless."

He moves to face you. "Did he ever hurt you?" His eyes take on a ferocious look.

"Sometimes, but more than that he was manipulative. He knew how much I loved him despite everything and he used it against us, moreso with me than with my mom or my brother."

"He should have protected you. A father is supposed to be someone you can depend on," he says, and he strokes your damp hair with such love and tenderness that it almost makes you cry.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead. He's been dead five years." You look up at Dave and manage a smile. "I see now why you're so dedicated to your family, how much you love your daughters. It's part of what attracted me to you. I guess I see your happy family and I want that."

"Maybe it's why you're fucking the father of that happy little family," he suggests, a provocative look in his eye as he takes you into his arms. He positions you on top again, facing away as his hips roam your slippery hips and you fit over him like a perfect glove. "This is what playing house gets you, sweetpea. Now you have to let me use you how I want.."

Your head tilts back as you slide over him, grateful to have this with him, for him to fill you up any time he pleases. This is your only chance for happiness and you're going to take it.

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I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

[amwritingmeta]

Love your take on everything & it really gives me hope for a destiel endgame. I was wondering if you had noticed Dean getting a bit more 'camp'? I don't subscribe to that kind of stereotype normally but as Jensen, a supposedly straight, (let's keep cockles out of this!) actor's interpretation of bi, it seems as though his mannerisms have been somewhat feminised, maybe? I'm thinking mostly of The Face that Mary points out. (also Max's interest in the grenade launcher interests me!) discuss :-)

Helloooo my dear and lovely Nonny! 

Yes, this reply is long overdue and all I can ask is your forgiveness!! Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying my take and that it gives you hope! :)

I’ve had to ponder this question for a good long while, tbh, because I kind of know what you mean, but I also feel that Jensen’s mannerisms as Dean have had a few wrist flicks and eye rolls that have always felt overly dramatic because Dean can be high drama, right? I don’t know if I’d necessarily label these things as camp or feminised, though.

I mean, I could watch this gif forever. This moment is so fucking awesome! :P

We could theorise into eternity about what’s true and what’s not true about how Jensen claims to play Dean so straight and so uber-masculine, right? I mean… proof’s in the pudding, puddin’ - and even though the editors can change the meaning of a scene by cutting out parts or changing stuff around, there are too many moments that are clearly directed, if not chosen by Jensen in how to be acted out, that are done so in order to be edited in a certain way. There have been these moments of wrist flicking from the beginning, I’d say, because it’s how Dean moves in certain moods or moments. 

Anyone who disagrees with this, please, do jump in! I encourage you adding your thoughts and interpretation!

Now, I know we could debate where Jensen stands until we’re all blue in the face and we’d still be none the wiser. I know a lot of people who believe he sincerely did not know that Dean is meant to be bisexual and that he played him straight as a doornail for eleven or twelve years until someone said, look, we’re deciding to move forward with the love story so, beware, Dean is in love with Cas and this is happening. And I think this is fair enough! Because Jensen has been so outspoken about how he plays Dean and relates to Dean and Dean is s.t.r.a.i.g.h.t.

Yeah, in there lies the problem for me. In what motivation he’s had to make this statement again and again. I find it hard to believe that an actor would work on any project for over a decade and not take an interest or feel curiosity about how the narrative is built. Actually, I find it improbable. Jensen has spoken about how he used to fill every page of the scripts he’d get with thoughts on Dean’s motivation. Does this mean Jensen knew Dean is meant to be bi? Nope. And I can’t argue for or against, merely say that it doesn’t add up to me - at all - that an actor who is so in tune with his craft and who clearly cares about this character would play him - consistently - for twelve years without really knowing him. 

There is this marked pattern with Dean where he’s attracted to a man and immediately overcompensates by chasing a woman and it’s established in 2x02 with Ash and Jo (if not sooner…). It’s fascinating to watch that episode and notice this pattern because it becomes like a subliminal thing. 

It in no way works as proof that Jensen chose to play Dean attracted to Ash, and running after Jo to narratively compensate for it, like it’s a subtextual scale that weighs too hard on one side and then immediately needs to be righted by overtly stating that Dean prefers women. (which looking at the subtext blatantly just is not the whole truth and never was) But it’s a character trait that is brushed at from the start and then becomes the lynchpin for so many important character moments and, looked at that way, even works as foreshadowing for Castiel and the role he’s going to play in Dean’s character progression. But I shan’t go into deeper details on that now because then we’ll be here until Christmas morning. 

What I’m saying is that this has been a conscious part of Dean’s character from the beginning (to my mind) and my mind fucking boggles at the idea that Jensen - who has dedicated such a huge chunk of his career to playing Dean, a performance that will, most likely, be a career defining one - would not know everything there is to know about Dean. 

Okay, I’m crossing over into complete Jensen-behaviour conjecture and speculation and that’s not really what your question was about. (though they do relate, as your question reflected) :P

As for Max and the grenade launcher (god what a lovely choice of topic you throw my way!!) :) –>

Max is gay. Max is hot. Max likes the look of Baby. Max is invited to view Baby’s goodies. Max notices the grenade launcher. 

(that wasn’t meant to come out as the text for a story book for children) (…or was it) ;)

This has been discussed before so it’s very likely that you’ve read up on it a while back because I am so damn late in replying, buuuuut let me still give you the bare bones of this exchange, yeah? I mean, they’re pretty amazing bones.

The exchange between Max and Dean opens with Max saying that Baby is still “major” and Dean offering him the tour. Which consists of what? Max calling out the grenade launcher. And Dean replying to Max’s question of “is that a grenade launcher” with “yes she is” but then immediately grabbing what they need: witch killing bullets. 

I mean, the actual lead into this exchange is Max telling everyone he successfully got a guy’s phone number, right? Dean making this face:

What’s so amazing is how Dean gets a dose of a guy completely and utterly at ease with his sexuality, and then we’re taken to the trunk of Baby - the prop that Jensen says “is a part of me”, speaking as Dean…….. - and shown the phallic shaped monstrosity of a weapon in serious need of release and Dean, aptly, assigns it a sex and, to his mind, it’s a “she”, it’s a female in need of release, as is Dean’s non-performing side. His feminine side, if you will. His yin to his overcompensating, toxically masculine yang.

The beginning of inner balance being found between these two is given to us by Dean launching that grenade into that cement wall in 12x22. 

And here we have a beautiful setup for exactly what that moment means for Dean Winchester. And that he is so extremely subconsciously aware of it all.

“Yes, she is.”

I mean…. seriously, Dean.

And why is it Max asking to dig his nose into Baby’s junk? Sorry, I mean trunk. (….or do I?) Because Max is a reflection of Dean throughout this entire episode. He is our Dean exposition in many many ways. And he ends up making the wrong choice for the right reasons. And I look forward to when Max and Alicia return and I wonder if Alicia will be restored. Come on, Jack. You know you can right this wrong!! :)

Thank you for asking, Nonny! And happy holidays to you!

xxx