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Also incredibly able-ist for those of us who can't, same thing with tampons. I have been shamed a number of times for using only pads.

Pls shut up about diva cups.

If u use them and prefer them thats awesome.

But they aren't the solution to EVERYONEs problems and pls stop insisting I just haven't tried THIS one that will TOTALLY work for me.

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Happy Holidays

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Today is mine and my stepmom's birthday 🎂 happy birthday! 🎂

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Happy Halloween

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This Part of You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: smut adjacent scene, medium angst, mild language, discussion about vaginismus

N/A: Request: “A while ago I read a story where the girl had something called vaginismus and the story is how I found out I had it. Anyway I have looked everywhere and have only been able to find that one, it’s a big part of my life and keeps me single for the most part and I would really love a fanfic where Dean’s girlfriend has it and doesn’t tell him, super angsty, no smut, just him being upset that she hid it for months then fluff and he tells her it doesn’t bother him.” - @foxywritter101​

His hands are fire on your skin, pulling you closer to him with each kiss. His mouth leaves your lips, trails down your neck, and you let out a low moan and run your fingers through his hair, down his bare shoulders.

His hands leave your back, move to trace warm patterns into your sides, traveling lower and lower.

Everything inside of you immediately tenses up, and then your brain switches from pleasure to panic as his thumbs dip below the hemline of your shorts.

You try your best not to jerk back, try to gently pull away, to keep it lighthearted as you say, “Hey, it’s getting kind of late, Dean. I should probably turn in for the night.”

He clears his throat and leans back, two hands supporting his weight on the bed, hair sticking up in little tufts from where you’d pulled at it. “Um…okay?”

You slide off the mattress and onto the floor, brushing your hands down your clothes to smooth out all the wrinkles. “Yeah, so… I’m gonna just…” You back up towards the door, try to make it playful, flirty. “Gonna call it a night before we get too carried away.” You wink, shoot him finger guns. Why the actual living hell did you just shoot him finger guns?

“You can stay here tonight,” Dean says, the look on his face reading both amusement and confusion. “If you want to.”

You force a smile to your face. “Maybe another night, Winchester. I’m beat.”

Your hand finds the doorknob, and you slip through with a quick “goodnight” thrown over your shoulder. Before the door closes, you hear him mutter-

“It’s always another night.”

And you hate yourself. You hate yourself for leaving him, for the feelings inside of you screaming at you to run away. But you hate the thought of what could have happened even more.

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