Let's face it, his henley looks good on both of you...
Pairing: Dean x F. Reader
Word Count: 935
Warnings: Nothing but a little good old-fashioned sexual tension, no smut, but Dean being Dean is a warning in itself 🔥🔥🔥 (Dividers by the absolutely lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics )
The tile floor is cool on your bare feet as you walk down the hall, your mind focused on the banana pudding left in the fridge from earlier tonight. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well eat, right?
It’s kind of nice in the bunker when everyone else is in bed, only the dim light from the night lights that are always on in all the common rooms, the quiet hum of some mysterious machinery in the background, whatever it is that keeps the power on in this place. You shiver a little, the air cool on your legs. Why bother with pants when nobody else is around, anyway?
You’re halfway through the library on your way to the kitchen when Dean’s voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, your heart pounding hard as you whirl around to face him. He’s standing across the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his eyes shadowed in the half-dark. “Is that my shirt?”
“Damn it, Dean, you scared the living shit out of me!” you scold, your hand on your chest, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way free. “Why are you up? I thought you went to bed a couple of hours ago!”
An amused smile curves his lips. “Backatcha, sweetheart.”
“Well – I – I couldn’t go to sleep. So I wanted a snack.”
“Yeah, well, same here, and I wanted a drink. Mystery solved.” It’s slowly dawning on you that you’re half-dressed, and you feel the blush move up your neck, your cheeks warming as he stares you down. “You never answered me. Is that my shirt?”
You’re wearing a cream-colored henley that you may or may not have stolen – borrowed – when you were doing laundry last weekend. It’s so soft, and so big (because it’s his) and comfy, and yes, if you were being honest, you like wearing it because it belongs to him. It’s been against his skin. And you would deny that even under threat of torture.
“Yes, okay, I borrowed your shirt. And just for your information, I wouldn’t have come out here like this if I knew you were lurking around.”
“I’m not lurking. And just for your information, I don’t mind you coming out here like that.” In fact, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. It’s soft, and it’s clinging just right to show every detail of the curves beneath – not to mention your perky nipples. No, he doesn’t really mind at all.
You can see his eyes sparkle even in the poor lighting, and you hope he can’t see your blush from where he’s standing. “Well, stop staring.” You turn your back and flounce from the room, heading to the kitchen and hoping with everything in you that the henley is covering your ass. You brush your hand back there, relieved that it is – barely – and walk resolutely to the fridge. Seriously, what the hell is he doing up, anyway?
You take the container and toss the lid into the sink, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and lean against the counter, taking a spoonful of the creamy treat and closing your eyes as it hits your tongue. So good. Totally worth a little embarrassment.
“So, you gonna share, or what?” You jump, startled again glaring up at him as he approaches.
“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you wear a bell or something?” A thoroughly devilish grin flashes for a second, but he manages to rein it in quickly. You scoop another spoonful of the pudding, but he takes your hand in his and steers it up towards his mouth. You watch as he takes it in, those sinful lips closing around it and his eyes blinking slowly as he savors it with a soft hum. You feel your legs wobble a little, and things are clenching that should not be clenching just from watching someone eat banana pudding.
“That’s good.” He lets go of your hand, and after a couple of seconds you actually remember to take it back. You force your eyes down, but now the view is his shoulders and chest underneath another henley from his collection, this one a midnight blue, and he’s wearing sweats and his feet are bare. And you are hopelessly screwed. “Thought you were hungry,” he teases as you stand there with the empty spoon in the air, trying to remember how to breathe.
“I am – I was,” you stammer.
“Then why aren’t you eating?” He laughs softly at your defiant frown.
“Because you’re distracting me.”
“You started it.” You stare up at him, your eyes wide.
“Since when do you get distracted by me? You barely even notice me.”
“Shows how much you know.” You still stare at him skeptically, and he gnaws a bit at that plush lower lip before he continues. “Every night I walk by your door and I picture in my head what you might be wearing to bed. Some nights… well, let’s just say I really wanna open that door.”
You set the container of pudding and the spoon on the counter beside you, never taking your eyes off him. “Then why haven’t you?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid you’ll tell me to get lost.”
You’re starting to smile now. “You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
Dean steps up close, his hand moving to stroke over your shoulder and down, curling his fingers around your arm as he leans in, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart – I don’t miss.”
i’ve never said anything myself on this, just reposted dolly n breezy’s posts abt it, because i’ve felt that it’s not really my place to speak on it when i wasn’t as involved as they were.. but Arty’s bitchass was the one that dragged me into this shit in the first place, trying to get me to defend her.
and Nowwww she wants to have my name in her mouth…i’m just Not gonna let that shit slide.
literally why do you keep doing this, after we’ve already clocked it every single fucking time? LIKE YIKES BITCH😭 we Know it’s you, arty, behind every single one of these different accounts and personas — YOU ARE NOT SLICKY!!!!!!
i have never known someone to go to such great lengths as these to try n get out of the public enemy #1 spot, because of something that they literally got their own self into. you dug your own six foot fucking hole in the ground, now lay in it, bitch!!!
all the “proof” that you gave was a load of horse shit, and anybody with two open eyes and working fucking brain can see that !!! in the beginning, when you first showed us said “proof”, you tried to say that it wasn’t you doing all of this because “LOOK I DONT EVEN HAVE A SAMSUNG PHONE AND A BUNCH OF THESE LOGINS IN MY HISTORY THAT ARE NOT ME ARE FROM A SAMSUNG PHONE!!!” when it literally says at the top, in bold, bright green fucking letters, that the Current Login Session is Literally from That Exact Samsung Phone… but Okay girl.
arty, you Actually need psychiatric fucking help, because holy shit… the way that you keep on dragging this shit out is so fucking insane. like you need to be studied in a lab like one of those little freakass flying roaches.
these are all just your own words, like you’re literally talking to Yourself!! you’re homelander having paranoid delusions and talking to your other personalities in the mirror rn.
^that’s literally you^
just fucking give up already like OMG GIRL WE ARE TIREDDDDDD!!!!!!! why did you have to bring this shit into 2025, like why are you literally an obsessed freakazoid⁉️⁉️🔥
AND TO ANYONE TRYING TO DEFEND THIS HOE: YOU LITERALLY DONT EVEN KNOW WHO A PERSON ACTUALLYYYY IS JUST THROUGH THE FUCKING INTERNET LIKE I PROMISE YOUUU!!! YOU CAN TALK TO THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY AND SHARE SO MANY PERSONAL THINGS WITH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CAN STILL BE LYING !!!!! FUCKING TRUST ME I HAVE GONE THROUGH SITUATIONS LIKE THIS BEFORE !!!!!!
EVERYONE USE YOUR BRAINS!!!! EVICT THOSE WORMS N ROCKS FROM YOUR THICK ASS CRANIUM !!!!!!
okay i know i said i hated being on the frontlines but honestly fuck that because this shit is pissing me off since the moment it fucking started and i am honestly done with letting this psychopath go on the people i care about.
as most of my moots / followers may know about the @artyandink and dahlia situation, it keeps fucking escalating and i am quite frankly done hiding cause this psychopath won’t fucking stop and get a goddamn HINT. this shit is going beyond a simple situation into obsession and it genuinely concerns me. this is psychotic behavior and i would honestly love if arty genuinely went to therapy but holy fucking shit.
arty i don’t care if you wanna prove your innocence because if you don’t understand that some people just MIGHT not believe you and have clearly stated so MULTIPLE GODDAMN TIMES BEFORE. you are going beyond insanity!!!!! get a grip and let it GO.
FIRST OF ALL i’ve dealt with people supposedly like this “ellie” person and i know DAMN well they would NOT. willingly post that shit. i don’t care if you begged this supposed person ( if she even WERE real ) but if she were even an actual person trust me when i say she would not give ANY fucks about your tumblr, discord, c.ai or online friends. she would destroy your life and leave it be and would not publically state that she did it.
SECOND OF ALL i have not met one person who would act all friendly with someones friendgroup and the person she’s SUPPOSEDLY jealous of!!!!! i’ve had this situation happen to me first hand.
let me say, they didn’t give a fuck if i begged or pleaded with them to give me my fucking accounts back and my friends fucking hated me. even if i gave them proof ( in your case, shit you can barely go off of ) and if they didn’t believe me?? i wouldn’t try to contact them 24/7 & also would mind my own fucking business cause here’s some advice that should go through your thick skull into that miniscule brain of yours.
if your supposed friends don’t believe you with “proof” then you should find new friends. start a fresh fucking account and start over without grasping at literal straws before you fuck up what’s still left of your goddamn reputation.
Y’know, it’s no hate to Lana, but have you ever wondered how generic she sometimes is? When I see Lois I see that she’s meant for Clark cause she accepts him as he is rather than Lana who just wants to see who she wants to see
i don’t think she’s generic at all 🥺 i think she has good chemistry with clark
Hi! How are you? Can you pleeeaasssee do a PodFic narration of amoralism by arty and ink? I’ve been dying for it 😭
Aw, thank you so much for the request. I took a look at the fic and asked @artyandink if I could narrate at least the quick little opener. The fic sounds great, and I can't wait to read it for myself! Unfortunately, I won't be able to read it in its entirety, but I hope you enjoy what I was able to put together.
PodFic Time - Opening of "Amoralism" by artyandinkAnonymous Ask over on tumblr had me search out artyandink to narrate this fic. Many thanks
Hi! Just wanted to say that I LOVE your works on Clark (I'll give them the reblog they deserve when my WiFi stops cutting out) and that your blog is gorgeous! All the love, honey 💕
awww !! no rush or pressure just glad u enjoy them 🤍
