IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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male reader | multifandom imagines | book one | completed | edited
Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom Chapter 99: Impala, Supernatural Word Count: 887
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"Dean, we are grown ass man. So, why is it every time we want to get sexual we have to sneak out to your car?" [name] panted slightly as Dean kissed down his neck. That sensation was amazing. What wasn't amazing was his head being squished up against the door and his legs cramped up as Dean straddled his hips.
"You really want Sam waking up in the middle of us having sex? He'll only make us stop and than we are both left with blue balls." Dean smiled against his neck as he made his way back and kissed his lips. "C'mon this is fun. It's like we're teenagers again."
"Stupid Sam. We should just make him sleep in the car." He grumbled, making Dean laugh. They never got separate motel rooms because Sam always wanted to stay with them, much to [name]'s annoyance. He loved Sam but god could he be annoying sometimes. Especially when he just wanted some alone time with his sexy boyfriend. Sam always found someway to include himself.
"I can make you forget all about Sam." Dean whispered into his ear.
He let his mind go blank, focusing on Dean and Dean alone as things started to heat up again. He moaned quietly as Dean unbuttoned his pants and stuck his hand in. He accidentally threw his head back when a wave of pleasure coursed through him. He whimpered in pain and used his hand to rub the sore spot on the back of his head.
"What did you do now?" Dean asked as he stopped his hand movements with annoyance in his eyes.
"I'm fine." Just a splitting headache now. "Keep doing what you're doing."
Dean sighed and removed his hand, crossing his arms with a pout. "If you really are that uncomfortable we can just go back inside and wait until Sam goes out."
"No! It's fine. Really." He quickly said, wrapping his arms around Dean and pulling him closer. "I'm just being a princess."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure." He laughed, kissing Dean on the lips. "Now hurry up and get naked. I don't think I can wait any longer."
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The next morning, [name] was in bed, groaning in pain. His muscles ached and he was pretty sure if he shaved his head, you would see a massive bruise from where he hit it last night. "I hate you so much Sam."
The two were alone in the room since Dean had gone to get him some pain medication, even though [name] had said he was fine a numerous amount of times, Dean wouldn't listen and left anyway, wanting him to feel better.
"Hey, it's not my fault you and Dean decided to get freaky in the back of his car. Your pain is completely on you." Sam mumbled.
"Actually, we wouldn't have been in the car in the first place if you would let us have the room for the night. That's the only time we're not busy and the only time we can be freaky." He grumbled, turning his head to stare at the shaggy haired man. "So, yes, my pain is on you."
Sam rolled his eyes. "If you were just patient and waited until there was time than you would be fine. You and Dean just can't keep it in your pants."
"We can't all be the virgin Mary like you Samuel. Besides, if you had a sex god like Dean, you wouldn't be able to keep it in your pants either."
"Do you ever stop complaining? And please don't ever describe Dean like that again." Sam groaned.
"How about I make you a deal? I'll stop talking if you agree to get a separate room from me and Dean at least once a week."
"Once every month."
"Month?! No, that's not happening. How about once every two weeks?" [name] pleaded. "C'mon, give me something to work with. Wouldn't you rather that than waking up when we're in the middle of it? I'm just looking out for you. Don't want you to claw your eyes out."
"Oh, my god! Fine! Just please stop talking. You're starting to give me a headache." Sam brought his hand up to cradle his forehead.
He smiled satisfied. "Fine."
The door opened and Dean came strolling in with a big smile on his face. Unlike his boyfriend, he felt fine. Better than fine since last night happened. "I got you a couple things because I didn't know which one was best." He tipped the medicine out of the bag.
"Thank you, sweetie. You're the best." [name] laughed, trying to sit up.
"It's funny. You'd think I'd be the one in pain considering the positions we did last night." Dean smirked, crawling up to lay next to him.
"Oh, my god. Shut up." Sam snapped at them.
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So... I've written even more drafts and now I have around 84. I couldn't help myself, when I get an idea, I put it straight in the drafts, so I doubt I'll be opening requests for this book. Maybe when I start the second book I'll do requests again.
