ind. blog for
dean winchester
from cw's
"supernatural"
selective | au | 18+

canon diverg.
mutual interaction.
est. oct. 2013
rebooted july 2015

written by freya.


status!

active.
● drafts: 14
● asks: 10 (on 27/07/15)
● accepting new threads !
● open to plotting !
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♞  ▎┊ whoa, there

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There is a split second where she seems to consider, a blatant eyefuck look that clearly states she’s objectifying him roughly and thoroughly in mind. Would it be problematic?

     “Your bow legs could be put to good use. If you are requesting that I objectify you in the back seat of a car, then I have to say, what is the phrase? –That’s kinky–.” 

Her fingers tap against her leg before grabbing her skirt and rucking it up obnoxiously high to mid thigh and studies him for his reaction.

     “Perhaps we should entertain the notion ob backseat objectifying as long as you aren’t gentle. Gentle is boring– Or is that a self defense mechanism and I actually make you nervous. I wonder what you would do if I started undressing you.” 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

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          IRISES SAIL INTO a singular trajectory, a glace of mild bewilderment petrified upon her frame, and he soon learns that any attempts at maintaining a secure hold of his judgment are FUTILE, when suddenly all of his being knots in impulses and instincts. Thus unveils a contrast in his feedback, when his peer unavoidably wavers to the BAIT skin she’s so boldly flashed and when a square of his shoulders shepherds his stance to lean to a gaping DISTANCE.

         IT DOESN’T TAKE long before he becomes aware of the enthrallment to his gaze, tearing it away with a bolt of his brows and a muted exhale.

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                       …    sorry, lady, i’m more of a, uh  —  foreplay type.  

     

♞  ▎┊ objectify me all you want, actually. 

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     “You do have one don’t you? You feel objectified if I, say, express an arousal at the possible idea of having intercourse with you in your vehicle. However, your mind says you’re much more than just plaid, bowlegs, and a handsome face. Your conscience is very important, don’t you agree? Or else we’d be in the back of your car–” 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

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                    is this goin’ somewhere ?  'cause i was jus’ bein' 
                            polite;  i  wouldn’t  actually  turn  down  some  good
                            backseat sex. 
 ❜

     

infelixxanima // 

CONTINUED FROM ( x ) ;

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          THIS GOT A bit too philosophical than he would’ve liked expected.

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                               hey, c'mon, don’t bring my conscience into this.  ❜

   

infelixxanima:

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The black case is huge and perhaps it looks almost comedic for a female of her looks to be trying to shove it onto the back of a pick up truck. It’s not working. Now this random passerby isn’t making her day any better.

    What’s inside will rot if she doesn’t get a move on.

“…..Ya know, cowboy, instead of askin’ why you could be asking how. As in, How can I help—” 

« ———— ├  ╰☆╮  ┤———— »

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                               …  question’s still mainly ’ why ’, but a'right.  

                 okay, tiger; zip it up with the completely unhelpful remarks. he’s not
                 going to idle his footing   &   keep a mindless stare on the woman’s
                 struggles. after all, even his lack of manners have a limit. by hinting
                 with a  head bob  to his  following intention – just because typically
                 assaulting  somebody’s  luggage  with no warns is frowned upon – 
                 he takes a hold of the case, a silent huff blown through gritted teeth
                 &   he gives one good,   firm shove in the truck.  DAMN,  is it heavy.

                           fuck. are there chopped up people inside that thing ?  

                       he shouldn’t be joking about these things in his line of work.

     

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                     (  he’s really not supposed to ask.
                        it’s none of HIS business, but …  )

                                     … ——– why ?  

   

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                                     ❝ Yeah, I’m lost, alright.

                      What gave me away ? Was it my face or …   well,
                                                           my FACE. Of utter shock.