#Coach!Dean

[teddyeyeseddie]

E is for Everybody Wants You

Pairing: Coach!Dean x Reader

WC: 2,000

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni), Orał (F&M rec), Unprotected Sex 

A/N: Next part to my 26 part A-Z series. Today’s song is Everybody Wants You by Billy Squier

Masterlist 

Dean Winchester’s A-Z

You always make it, you're on top of the scene

You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine

His sweat soaked shirt clung perfectly to the expanse of his shoulders, causing all the women watching to gawk at the scene before them. Y/N was thankful she was one of the few single moms at the soccer game, not that she had a chance with the gorgeous coach but she can dream, can’t she?

“Good job Jesse, keep going!” He yelled as her son dribbled the ball past the last defender and closer to the goal, cheering loudly as the ball goes past the goalie and into the net. Y/N is on her feet cheering as she watches her little boy jump up and down with excitement.

The rest of the game goes off without a hitch, once the players finish shaking hands, Y/N is on the field lugging a cooler behind her filled with snacks since it was her turn this week to bring the aftergame treats. The team mom had been down her throat asking what she was bringing but ultimately decided to listen to what Jesse wanted rather than what the uptight woman suggested.

She begins to unpack the cooler while Coach Winchester talks with the team, congratulating them on their win and sending encouraging words to Jesse who scored the winning goal for the boys.

“I thought I said bring oranges for the after game snack?” Janelle scoffs as Y/N unloads the treats she and Jesse made the night before.

“I figured the kids were sick of oranges. I asked Jesse what he wanted to bring,”

“Well I don’t care what Jesse wanted-”

“Something other than oranges? You’re a woman after my own heart Miss Y/L/N,” Y/N turns around to see Dean standing over her, a line of little boys waiting patiently behind him, “Tell Jesse’s mom thank you and only take one treat. I’ll see you guys at practice on Tuesday, great job today boys.”

The boys stay politely in line as Y/N hands them their drink and snack, each one thanking her with toothy grins, last in line is Coach Winchester, a kid-like smile adorning his face. He takes one of the homemade treats and sends Y/N a wink before digging in.

“Coach Winchester I am so sorry we had unhealthy snacks this week, I’ll make sure next game we have-” Dean turns around with his mouth full, “No, it’s fine Janelle. I think the kids were getting sick of oranges anyways. I know I was..”

Janelle’s face turns bright red before she grabs her son and his things and marches off across the field. When Y/N looks up, she spots Jesse’s dad making his way across the field, she sends him a polite smile and gathers Jesse’s things. “Baby, your dad is here. Go say hi.”

Jesse skips off as Y/N begins to pack up the cooler, Coach Winchester still lingering as he gathers all of the team’s equipment. As she is bent over, she hears a throat clear. She turns around and is face to face with Jesse’s dad.

“Mike…” she breathes out, not quite excited to see him but happy he finally came to a game for Jesse.

“Y/N, listen I was wondering if I could take Jesse to meet my girlfriend’s kids? We were all going to do a game night and watch a movie and we would love to have Jesse there,” Y/N examines the man’s face as he talks, doing her best to make sure he is telling the truth and not just throwing out empty promises. She decides he's being genuine as she shrugs her shoulders and looks down to Jesse.

“It's up to him,” Jesse is nodding excitedly, holding onto his dad’s hand while smiling.

“Then yes, I’ll swing by around nine to pick him up,”

“Come on, let him spend the night…”

“Not tonight, he has to be up early tomorrow for a birthday party, unless you want to take him to it?” She questions with a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice.

She turns to Jesse, kneeling down in front of him to place a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you buddy, you have your phone so don’t hesitate to call me if you want to come home early, okay?” Jesse nods and gives his mom a hug before reaching for his dad’s hand, the pair walking away from her.

“And here I thought Jesse’s dad was out of the picture,” she jumps at the voice coming from behind her, turning abruptly to see Coach Winchester standing before her.

“Coach Winchester, I thought you had already left,” he chuckles at her obvious flustered demeanor before holding up a duffel bag, “Coach always leaves last, and please, call me Dean sweetheart,” Y/N’s insides flutter at the pet name, her mind wandering as she thinks about how it would sound in bed.

“Nope, Dad is still around. Definitely not the dad of the year but I take what I can get,”

Dean nods his head as he slings his duffle bag over his shoulder, Y/N doing her best to ignore how his muscles look under the sweat soaked tee he is wearing. God she really needs to get laid.

“Your rice krispies were wonderful by the way,”

“Thank you, I actually own the bakery on the square, you should stop by sometime. Maybe I could put you to work,”

He chuckles as the pair begin making their way to their cars, stopping once Y/N reaches hers.

“I’ll have to take you up on that…”

Y/N is sweeping the floor of the dining area when she hears the bell over the front entrance jingle.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” she says without looking up. She hears a familiar chuckle which causes her head to snap up, a smile plastered across her face when she realizes who it is.

“Can’t stay open just a little bit longer for your favorite coach?” he questions as he locks the door behind him.

“You’re early! I actually didn’t know if you’d show up…” she says as she sets her broom down and makes her way behind the counter.

“Ouch, and miss lessons on how to make the best apple pie I have ever had? Not a chance,” He steps forward and holds out something he has been hiding behind his back, a bouquet of some of the most gorgeous flowers Y/N has ever seen. “For staying open late,” she smiles brightly at him and takes the flowers from him.

“Coach Winchester, are you trying to get in my pants?”

“I don’t know, are you allowed to sleep with your kids coach?”

“Pie can wait?”

“Fuck yes, pie can wait,” he closes the gap between the two, locking her lips in a messy kiss. His hands roam the expanse of her body, reaching down to knead at the flesh of her ass.

“Office,” she pants out as she kisses down his throat, leaving little marks in their wake.

“Baby I don’t know where that is,” she rolls her eyes before pulling away from him. She grabs his wrist and drags him to where the office is at the back of the bakery.

As soon as the pair make it through the threshold of the office, Dean is back on her. He pushes her up against the desk, causing her to sit down on the edge.

“Thought about fucking you since the day you showed up at tryouts. The amount of times I’ve jacked off moaning your name is pathetic. Thought about those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so many times, thought about how tight you’d feel around me. You drive me fucking wild.”

She whimpers at his words before a surge of confidence sends sparks through her veins. She pushes at his shoulder, causing him to land in her desk chair. She is on her knees working at his belt buckle before Dean can even register what is happening. She pulls out his cock, moaning audibly at the sight of it. It's thick and just long enough, angry and red and leaking at the tip. She wastes no time, licking the length of his cock causing him to throw his head back as he groans loudly. She takes the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around causing his balls to draw up and his knuckles to whiten.

“Fuck baby, you’ve barely done anything and I’m already a mess. Such a good girl f’me,”

His words of encouragement send a wave of wetness to her core, her insides clenching over and over around nothing. She takes more of his cock into her mouth, the tip bumping the back of her throat causing her to gag. She relaxes her throat and takes him in again, her nose burying into the tuft of pubic hair adorning his lower belly. Dean moans loudly as he pulls at her hair, causing her to pull off his dick with a lewd pop. There is spit running down her chin and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She looks absolutely debauched and Dean fucking loves it.  

He lifts her up from her place on the ground, setting her back onto the desk. He pulls at the waistband of her leggings, taking them along with her panties off in one go. His arms wrap around her thighs, pulling her to the edge as he buries his face between her legs. His tongue prods at her wet entrance, the muscle lapping up as much slick as it can. He licks from her entrance to her clit, the feeling causing Y/N’s towes to curl. She is propped up on her elbows, giving her the perfect view of the man that is absolutely devouring her.

His fingers find their way inside her, her head tossing back at the feeling.

“Think those other moms think of this? Think of Coach Winchester railing them over a tiny desk? Think of me between their legs eating them out like it’s my last meal? Everybody wants me but I only want you. You’re the only one that is gonna feel my cock stretching you out, only one I’m gonna think about when I’ve got my hands around my cock.”

He stands up from his place on the floor, pulling his pants the rest of the way off before spitting into his palm and stroking his cock.

“Gonna fuck you now. Gonna fuck you here then take you home and worship you. Wanna make sure you know how bad I want you,”

He threads his cockhead through her folds, Y/N throwing her head back when he finally pushes in, the burn making her brain short circuit.  He wastes no time as he begins to fuck her relentlessly, the legs of the desk scratching against the floor.

“Dean I-I’m,” he nods his head, fucking her faster.

“Me too baby, come on, come for me. Be a good girl and come for Coach Winchester,”

She moans loudly as she clamps down around him, her thighs shaking as she reaches her peak. He fucks her slow and hard as he chases his own release, her pulsing pussy helping him reach his own high as he empties himself into her. He leans down while still inside her and places the softest kiss to her lips before he chuckles and pulls out.

“Fuck that was so much better than pie,”

Dean Tags

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[wayward-dreamer]

Crush Worthy

Square/s Filled: Coach!Dean - @spnaubingo​ / Free space - @anyfandomfluffbingo​ / "sunk sinks down, no curfew, twenty questions, we tell the truth" - @taylorswiftbingo​ / forehead kiss - @spndeanbingo​

Pairing: Coach!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 2,288

Summary: Y/N's high school crush comes back as a coach to the school she works at. A school they both attended when they were young, and he had no idea who she was. Or at least that's what she thought.

Warnings: Swearing, brief angst, talk of divorce, high school memories, mostly fluff.

A/N: I really like how this turned out, and I hope you do too! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Pouring the steaming coffee into a mug, Y/N took a seat at one of the tables in the staff room. With a large pile of papers to grade, she knew she would have to multi-task with them and listen during the morning staff meeting. There was apparently someone new coming in as coach for the football team, and while she planned to be friendly, she ultimately didn’t really care when she had so much work to get done. With her coffee in one hand and red pen in the other, she started, completely distracted as the principal walked in and started the meeting.

She’d glance up every now and then, make it look like she was paying attention, but it wasn’t until she heard the principal utter the name of the new coach that her head jerked up, eyes wide as he walked in.

Dean Winchester.

“Dean’s a past student as well, like a few of you, and we’re really glad to have him…”

Y/N never thought she’d see him again in a million years. He was practically a ghost story around town after high school finished and he left soon after. He was the star quarterback, dated the captain of the cheer squad, and never knew Y/N existed. Though his friends had certainly said a few choice words to her during those days. No matter how much she had tried to hate him, he was completely crush worthy back then, and nothing had changed as she watched him shaking hands with teachers.

Her gaze wandered over his physique, his white polo shirt tight across his chest and arms, the edge over dark khaki pants. He had clearly grown more into his looks, which is saying something considering he was already a heartthrob in school. Sitting forward, she put her head down and got back to her work, determined to not be distracted by him again. She would often find herself daydreaming in class whenever he would walk in, late of course, and she always got in trouble for staring off into space.

“Y/N.”

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and knew it was too good to be true to be able to ignore him. Lifting her head, she saw him smiling down at her before he took the seat across the table, crossing his leg as he sat back.

“It’s been a long time,” he stated, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Not long enough,” she mumbled under her breath, looking down at the essay in front of her.

He huffed a small laugh, hearing her clearly. “Still a firecracker.”

“Still?”

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said, leaning forward with his forearms against the table, his hands clasped as he stared into her eyes.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up under his gaze, but quickly stood up and gathered all her students’ papers in her hands. “That kind of observation would’ve required you noticing me in the first place, Winchester.”

Without giving him a chance to hit her with a witty remark, she made a beeline for the staff room door and made her way down the halls. She had no interest in going down memory lane, especially when she didn’t have the best high school experience.

She’d act professional, but there was just no way she was going to give Dean Winchester even a second of her time.

The next few weeks passed in the same way. Dean would try to start up a conversation whenever he saw her, and she’d give him one-word answers or none at all. She hoped he would just get the hint and give up, but she had to admire his persistence even if she found it frustrating. She wasn’t sure if he had some other agenda, that maybe he was trying to get her attention only to throw a milkshake in her face like one of the football guys did back in the day, but she had to remind herself that she wasn’t a teenager in high school anymore. She was a teacher, he was a coach, and they had grown since then.

A sunny day was welcomed by everyone, a nice change as they headed into colder weather and weren’t going to have days like this soon. Y/N sat outside at one of the lunch tables, taking her work and her food with her, hoping that the good weather would help with the dread of grading tests. If one more student got a question about the Civil War wrong, she was about to scream.

“Great weather, huh?”

Dean sat down on the bench across from her, turkey sandwich in hand as he smirked. Y/N sat back in disgust as she watched him glance over the tests laid out on the table.

“History, huh?” he muttered around a mouthful, shaking his head. “Could never stay awake in that.”

“Oh, trust me, I know,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I nearly had to swap seats with you because you weren’t paying attention, but I couldn’t-”

“Because of your glasses,” he finished her sentence, shocking her with the memory. “You couldn’t see anything from the back. I remember.”

“Y-You do?” she asked, her voice low as she continued to stare at him. Of all the things she was expecting him to say, that wasn’t one of them.

He gave her a firm nod. “Yeah, I mean… I felt bad that Ms. Jones singled you out.”

“Well, it was forever ago, so you’re forgiven,” she stated, sighing. “I just… can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember plenty of things about you,” he countered, leaning forward on his forearms as he looked into her eyes.

“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, sceptic about what he just revealed.

“Yeah,” he replied, easily as he shrugged his shoulders. “You didn’t give a shit about what people thought about you, and uh, well I guess I wish I was more like that. Wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now if I was.”

She frowned, watching him dust the crumbs from his sandwich off his fingers. “You and Suzy?” She had guessed that they were still together after high school, but clearly something had gone wrong.

“Divorced, three months ago,” he stated, a huffed, bitter laugh leaving him. “Moved back home to get away from her, now I’m staying with Sam and his family until I can get back on my feet.”

“Dean,” she breathed, her voice soft as she tilted her head to make eye contact with him. “I’m really sorry.”

One side of his mouth pulled up, nodding slowly. “Gotta start fresh somehow, right? Plus, it’s got perks, Eileen’s a good cook.”

Y/N chuckled. “You and food.”

“Hey, it’s one of the two greatest pleasures in this world,” he declared, emphasizing his point by taking a bite of his sandwich.

“And what’s the other?” she asked.

He swallowed, looking at her pointedly as he smirked. “I gotta spell it out for ya? Draw a diagram?” he winked.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, closing her eyes as she quickly realized. “We’re in school, Dean.”

“It’s not like they heard,” he observed, looking around the school grounds. “It’s not like they’re not already doing it, either.”

“Okay, that’s my cue,” she announced, standing up quickly and collecting the tests.

“Hey, come on, don’t leave,” he pleaded, his hand slipping over hers to stop her. “We were good, first time you haven’t looked at me with repulsion. I call that a win.”

“These aren’t gonna grade themselves,” she stated, flicking through the tests with her thumb.

“I’ll help,” he offered, his smirk turning into a grin as he knew he had her. “Just you know… give me the answer sheet.”

Y/N bit into her lip as she thought about it for a moment. For once he hadn’t gotten on her nerves, and she found herself thinking about those days when she wanted nothing more than for him to notice her. Now he finally had, and it felt genuine. She just hoped she was right.

There was only one way to find out for sure.

“Okay,” she whispered, sitting down again and handing over half the pile to him, followed by the answer sheet. “Let me know if you can’t decipher someone’s handwriting…”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he muttered, smiling at her before he looked down at the papers.

Feeling her cheeks heat up and butterflies in her stomach from the pet name, she put her head down and got to work, trying to ignore whatever she was feeling.

Y/N’s heels clicked against the path as she walked towards the football field. She watched as Dean yelled different instructions to the team, the boys moving with each play their coach called out. She sat down on the first bench of the bleachers, crossing one leg over the other as she stared down at the post-it note Dean had left on her desk.

Come by after practice. Something I wanna show you.

- D

It had been a couple of weeks since she first let her guard down with him, and things had actually been really good. They were spending almost all their lunches together, talking and laughing as they reminisced about the past. He had apologized on behalf of anything the guys had said to her back then, but she couldn’t accept it when he wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong. She was very much crushing on him again, as much as she was trying not to, but with those green eyes and kind smile how could she stop herself?

She lifted her head as she heard Dean blew his whistle in one long breath, calling the end of practice.

“Alright, nice work! Hit the showers!”

Dean spotted Y/N standing up from the bench, wearing a maroon dress and black heels, causing a smirk to grow on his features as he walked towards her. She felt her heart beating faster as he came towards her, the school’s red jacket over the polo shirt and his own dark blue jeans. They stood in front of each other for a moment, their eyes locked as they both thought of something to say.

“Ready?” he asked.

“For what?” she laughed.

Offering his hand, she placed hers in it, feeling her heart skip a beat as his fingers closed over. They walked back to his office to pick up his car keys before they left the school building. He led her over to his car and helped her in before walking around to the driver’s side. She turned to look at him, wondering what he had up his sleeve as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street.

They drove just to the outskirts of town, the open highway ahead of them until Dean turned down a dirt road. They slowly came to a stop at a clearing, the sun beginning to set behind the trees in the distance, bathing the sky in hues of pink and purple. He got out of the car just as she did, taking her hand once more and helping her sit on the hood as they looked up at the sky.

“So… what’s going on?” she asked, nudging her arm into him.

“You have to guess,” he replied, smirking.

“What? I don’t-” she shook her head, huffing a small chuckle as she couldn’t understand what he was trying to do. “Okay… twenty questions?”

“Sure,” he agreed, still grinning.

“Okay… is it something I can see?” she asked, glancing around them at the clearing.

“Nope,” he muttered, smugly.

“Is it something small?” she questioned.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Okay… something I can touch?”

“Yeah.”

“Something I can eat?”

“No.”

Y/N continued trying to guess what he was talking about until she finally gave up. There was just no way that she was going to get it.

“Alright, fine,” he gave in, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small, rectangular box. He glanced up at her as he opened it, watching the disbelief flash across features.

“Oh my God, how-how did you-” She took the box from him, lifting the silver necklace out, her thumb running over the small, dragonfly pendant that hung from it. “I lost this, how do you have this?” she asked, shaking her head in shock.

“You dropped it after a P.E. class and I was going to get it to you, but I guess I forgot. Then I thought I lost it too, but I found it in a box of my stuff a few days ago,” he explained, looking between the necklace and her.

He took it from her hands and opened the clasp, reaching behind her neck and locking it in place. As he drew back, his face was close to hers, their eyes peering into each other’s. She never thought that when he first joined as coach that this would be the outcome, but she couldn’t hold in how she felt anymore. Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss, a moan escaping her as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, the kiss becoming deeper.

It was exactly how she had imagined it would be, all those years ago when she would daydream in class. No. It was even better because it was actually happening.

Dean pulled away first, leaning up and pressing his lips to her forehead in a light kiss, making her smile. “Never dreamed we’d be here, huh?”

“I did, but…” She smiled, lifting her head to look into his green eyes, falling deeper for him than she ever had back then.

“I’m really glad it’s finally real.”

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[negansbackdoorwhore]

Scrimmage

Summary: Negan coaches college ball for a small community college. One of his players however keeps up a little game that he is tired of playing

Warnings: swearing, age gap (early 20s reader, Negan is mid 40s), smut, p in v sex, daddy kink

Negans POV

There she goes again, purposely wearing those fucking short shorts. They hugged those thighs tights and made her ass pop. Fuck, what I’d do to her if she was mine for one night. But I can’t risk my fucking job over pussy. I try to ignore the way she sways her hips when walking past me and how she’s able to be a star during practice. There is no denying that most of these girls are crushing on me but Y/N just has to make her desires known in a more outlandish way. She was by no means shy about the attraction, sometimes I would slip up a flirty comment to amuse her game. But never actually go to touch her or anything stepping over that boundary.

Tonight was a scrimmage game to see how well we are prepared for the season. Along with to see what we need to practice on. As the game went on, a few students watched in the gym and I focus on different plays.

“C’mon girls! Defense, defense!” I call out and blow the whistle for a quick time out. They came over to the side line and gather in a circle.

“We’re doing great so far, but defense needs work. It doesn’t really work out well if we can’t keep the opposing team off our dick, right?” They laugh at my joke and nodded in agreement. I blew my whistle once more to set off the game again. Much improvement in our team and I shout out my criticism and let them finish out the last quarter as champs. We had a little get together after they showered up in the cafeteria. Apparently, there was a little froyo social, bullshit that college campus’s do. I snuck away as the girls started talking whatever girl language they do. Hopefully, they have fun tonight. I sigh and walk back to the gym to gather my stuff to go home. As I unlocked the gym door, I go to my office and flip the light switch.

“What are you doing here?” I sigh looking at Y/N on my desk, her legs are crossed. “Not much. Just waiting for you…Daddy.” I hissed as I heard that nickname and shook it off. I move pass her and grab my duffle bag.

“Get out of here and go to that gay froyo social.” I say making sure all my things are in my bag. I then heard movement around and hoping she left. But instead heard the locking of the door.

“Y/N. I’m telling you one more time, leave.” I say in a stern tone and remove my hat. I run my fingers through my hair as I turn off my computer.

“Am I not attractive?” The question made me turn my head towards her. “You are very attractive, Y/N.” I say throwing my bag on my shoulder.

“Am I not your type?” She keeps on asking and trying to trap me. “I don’t have a type.” I say trying to dismiss her. “Then what is it? I’m twenty one, so it’s legal and I’ve caught you staring at me numerous times…” She says reaching to touch me but I dodge the advance.

“This is inappropriate and you know it.” I say going to unlock the door and then heard her let out a dramatic sigh. “I see how it is. Coach Smith is just too scared.” I gripped the door handle tight, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. I just shook my head and unlocked the door to make my leave. “Fine. Run away like a coward.” I heard her say in a disappointed tone.

-

Another week passed and I was grading the last few exams. I hated graded these papers especially since I’m supposed to be hands on. But can’t be so lucky as the curriculum calls for state testing and at least a few tests to exercise their brains. I sigh feeling bored already and sip the coffee from my thermos. It was late evening as I got stuck here. I did however procrastinate my duties, I had a couple dates with a few faculty members. Unfortunately, they were boring and even worse no pussy either. I growl under my breath and felt it was too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman. Two long months and not getting my dick wet. I lean back in my office chair and ran a hand over my chin. As I took a break, I heard some noise outside of my office. It sounded like some stupid kids finding the empty gym to fuck. I would leave it alone but hearing some guy get lucky instead of me, just pisses me off. I go to stand up and open my door to see some frat boy with Y/N.

“Shit! You fucking lied to me!”

“Hey! I didn’t know he was still here.” She retaliated and I was fucking furious. For one, she was here with this idiot and the other thing was that she intended to let another person have her.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady. Now, I’ll give you two options. One, you can leave and I won’t do a fucking thing. Two, I’ll suspend you and fail your sorry ass.” I say looking at them both. I scowl at Y/N to make her feel how angry I was.

“Fine. I’m out of here.” He walked away quickly and Y/N was shooting daggers at me. “Thanks a lot! I was trying to have fun but I can’t get that when you’re around.” I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. “I’m so sick and tired of your ass. You need someone to fuck you? Fine, I’ll change your fucking life.”

She didn’t put up any physical protest or verbal as I lead us to my office. I could practically feel her excitement as I push further inside and lock the door.

“Get your ass on the desk.” I say removing my cap and see her immediately jump to my orders. I smile to myself seeing how happy she was, I was too. Finally get to feel that tight cunt on me along with her ass. I bit my lip and approach the desk. Her thighs opened for my body to fit and instantly my lips were on hers. I held her by the waist as I leaned down to deepen our kiss. Fuck, they were so soft and tasted like honey. I groan into her mouth and felt her hips buck. I grin against her lips as I felt her thighs going around my waist.

“Eager?” I teased her and grind against her, she let out a cute whimper to feel my semi erect cock. I bit my lip and moved to bite her neck. Her skin tasted just as good as I sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck. Want everyone to see that she’s owned by me. And me alone. I growl as I move lower and felt her body through the thin shirt.

“Fuck. Coach.”

“Not coach. Negan or Daddy, either one is fine as long as you scream it.” I heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel down. Y/N looked down at me, all that cockiness she had was out the window. It turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut and her actions were all shy. All because I have her trapped under my grasp. Her limbs were trembling as I had my head between her thighs. I bit my lip looking at her turn red.

“Someone getting cold feet?” I teased as I reach to tug away her shorts. She tensed instantly and almost pushed me away. I look up at her and stopped my hands from going further. I can read how nervous she was to do this and pecked my lips on her knee.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I coo as I gently massage her calf. I move to stand up and moved my hand up from her leg toward her chin. I held her cheek gently in my hand as my thumb swept along her skin. She was still flushed and I saw how she wanted to hide from my gaze.

“And I thought you’d be more fiesty. Guess that was all bullshit, but don’t worry. I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” I kiss her again but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against me and I reached my hand lower to touch the front of her shorts. Her thighs daring to close but I stop the resistance. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” I purred and her muscles slowly untensed. I caressed her through her shorts and felt her hips buck.

“Mm baby. You like that?” I say pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. She only nodded and I bit down on that spot, making her let out a wince.

“Use your fucking words.” I warned. “Yes, I like it.” She whined feeling my hand go beneath the fabric. I felt the little damp spot on her panties making me growl. Fuck, I barely even touched her. I could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. I go by her ear and nibbled her earlobe as I growl again. She let out a moan this time as my finger teased her clit.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in my chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my sweatshirt. I laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. I moaned at the warmth of her nectar hit my skin. I felt her erect clit practically twitch against my touch. Her body clings to me as I finger her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of my sweatshirt and I kissed the top of her head. Her thighs dared to shut. Damn, she must be close.

“Don’t do that. Be a good girl and let me make you come.” I say against her ear and felt her pussy clenching on my fingers. “Daddy!” She squealed into my chest as I felt her come. I groan feeling her sweet juices coat my hand and brought her into another kiss. I groan and pulled away to take off my shirt. I heard Y/N catching her breath and guided her hand on the buldge of my sweatpants.

“It’s big…” She said in a shaky tone but I reassured her motions and pulled down the waistband. My cock sprung out almost hitting poor Y/N in the face. She visibly shook at the sight of me.

“Don’t worry about putting it in your mouth. We’ll do that another time, for now…” I take her hand and had her touch my shaft. Fuck, her skin was soft and warm. “Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart.” Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking but it only made me twitch in her hand.

“Don’t be scared to get a little rough. Go on and give a firm squeeze.” I instructed and she obeyed immediately. I bit my lip feeling her slowly jerk me off. “Oh shit. That’s a good girl.” I praised and see her body language change, she must like that. I smirk to myself and go to stroke her hair. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” I asked and gently massaged her scalp. Y/N let out a light sigh at my attention and it encouraged her to go faster. I moan and starting to buck my hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as I felt her.

“Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good.” I smile and brought my hand to lift up her chin up at me. Her eyes were full of desire and I wanted to fill that need. Along with her pussy.

“Behind? Or do you want to face me?”

“What?” She asked and I laughed lightly at her question and squeezed her chin. “How should I fuck you? Behind or do you want look at me?”

“Can I look at you?” She says in a hesitant tone and I gently push away her hand off my cock. I lean over her and kissed her lips as tugged for her shorts to come off. Her hips lifted up and I quickly toss them onto the floor. She shivered feeling the cool touch of my wooden desk as my hands brought her legs to my waist.

“Like this?” I ask knowing fully well how embarrassed she was having me doing this to her. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs tensed. “Hold on to me, I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine.”

“Yes Daddy.” She whispered and I felt my cock turning to steel. Y/N’s arms go around my shoulders and I lean lower to guide my body to tease her wet slit. I groan at the feeling and heard her let out a moan. I bit my lip and eased the tip inside. She was already squeezing me and I go deeper watching her expression closely.

“Relax for me.” I whispered and stopped my movements feeling her clenching harder. Her nails scratched my shoulder and eventually her velvet walls relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt someone this big.” She winced gently moving her hips up making me moan. I took the opportunity to go all the way inside and moaned at how good she felt.

“Fuck. Tight little pussy on you, feels so fucking good on me.” I moan slowly moving my hips as she whimpered to feel me stretching her cunt. I reached my hand to hold her hip as I kept my thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting to my size. I was really giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. I lean closer to her face and kissed her softly. She moaned on my lips and I moved up for her legs to go onto my shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed onto the papers on the desk. I could careless about that shit right now.

“Oh Y/N.” I groan as I move inside of her as her cunt started overflowing with her sweet juices. Her hold grew tight on me as I started to pound her into the desk. I couldn’t hold myself back, it felt too fucking good.

“Fuck! Daddy!” She whined as my hips seem to have control over me. Well fuck, I think I might be in love with her cunt. “Good girl, letting me have you like this.” I groaned feeling her clench down on my cock.

I growled as those perfect manicured nails dug into my skin and I pumped my cum deep inside this perfect pussy. I moan and dug deep to hit that special spot and watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut and tears roll down her cheeks. Fucking fuck fuck fuck! This might’ve been a mistake….

[lanadelnegan]

Hey, I love your writing it’s so good you truly are a phenomenal writer. Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a gym teacher negan x female reader. (She’s a senior about to graduate and she’s been flirting with her teacher and they both feel the same way for each other and one day he decides to break the tension and things just get steamy. Btw I literally adore that you use a daddy kink (you are so real for that). Thank you so much :)

omg thank you so so much!!! and god this sounds insanely hot. i'm such a whore for teacher negan.

Crush - Part 1

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part two here

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, *reader is 18*, you catch Coach Negan masturbating, angst, teasing, flirting, sexual tension, teacher x student, part 2 will be 99% smut

Song inspo: Crush by Ethel Cain

"Ya gonna miss me when I graduate?" You ask, reaching for a piece of candy from the bowl on Negan's desk. Class started five minutes ago, but both of you have a tendency to be late.

Negan has been your gym teacher since junior year and the two of you have grown closer over the past two years than any teacher and student should. It's hard to fight the crush you've developed for him, considering his charming sense of humor, ridiculously good looks, and most importantly - how much attention he gives you.

His eyes trail away from his computer screen as he stands, coming around the desk beside you. "Is there a reason you're not in your gym clothes, miss y/l/n?"

"What? You don't like this?" You tease, looking down at your outfit. Your usual attire consists of some jeans and a t-shirt, but this is your last week of high school, so you decided to spice it up and wear a short blue sundress today.

Negan glances down at your body, letting his gaze linger on your breasts for a moment too long as he stands tall in front of you.

"It's a little inappropriate, wouldn't you say so? .... You tryna get some high school boy's attention?" His head tilts waiting for your answer.

"I wouldn't say boy." You take a bite of the unwrapped mini snickers bar in your hand before smirking at him.

"Oh?" His brows raise playfully. "A girl then?"

"No.. gym teacher." You say barely above a whisper as you smoothly lick some of the chocolate off your bottom lip. Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink at your own words.

You've become much bolder since you turned 18 last month, and you aren't missing the opportunity to spend every second flirting with Coach Negan before school is out.

The corner of his mouth raises into a knowing smirk as he stands closer to you, intoxicating you with the scent of his musky, sporty cologne.

"You want my attention, doll? Ya gotta try harder than that." He snatches the candy bar from your hand before popping it into his own mouth and leaving you standing alone in his office.

His loud voice from the gym echoes through the hallway as you make your way to the locker room, replaying his words in your head and changing into your tiniest pair of shorts.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You tie your hair up in a high ponytail in the mirror, noting the way your oversized shirt and shorts barely cover your ass before giving yourself a pep talk.

"Y/l/n, nice of you to finally join us." He yells as you enter the gym.

You roll your eyes nonchalantly before finding your spot on the court and beginning your stretches.

Negan walks up and down the rows of students as you all stretch and music flows through the speakers of the gym. There's no denying he's the coolest P.E. teacher you've ever had. Not even counting his looks.

When he reaches your space, he makes a point to roam his eyes up and down your body as you stretch. You stare back at him, grinning at the effect you seem to have on him. You can't help but notice the way his dick bounces behind his gym shorts as he walks and you mentally thank the gods that he chose not to wear underwear today.

Your body bends side to side as you stretch, not taking your eyes off of him as he gets closer to you.

"You can do better than that." He whispers lowly.

You're not sure if he's referring to your stretching or his comment from earlier... Ya gotta try harder than that.

Either way, you take it as a challenge and bend over right as he's passing you, touching the tips of your fingers to your toes. Your head turns slightly behind you to see his reaction but he's not looking which only makes you groan with frustration.

"Lucky for you kids I happen to be in a fuckin' good mood today, so rest of class is free time. Just don't get too loud and make me regret it." Negan announces to the class and everyone spreads out, immediately finding their friend groups and beginning various activities.

Unfortunately for you, your only friends in that class are a small group of girls on the volleyball team, and they always play together during free time, leaving you to fend for yourself. You don't mind though because your favorite teacher always keeps you busy.

"Heads up." Negan tosses a basketball in your direction and you catch it easily. "Shoot with me?" He asks.

"Around the world or horse?" You ask, letting him choose which game to play.

"Horse, duh." He answers without hesitation.

"Okay, but let's make it interesting." You suggest and his head tilts curiously. "Every letter you get, I get to ask you a personal question. Like truth.. but with basketball." I explain and he nods his head in agreement.

"You mean.. I get to ask you the questions, since I'll be the one winning." He grins, taking the ball from your hand and shooting smoothly from the free throw line. The ball swishes the net with ease and you roll your eyes at his cocky smile.

"Anyone can make a free throw." You shoot the ball, hitting the rim as it bounces off.

"Apparently not anyone." He laughs and you give him the evil eye. "Oh, right! Question. Let's see, I'll start easy. Got any crushes at school?" He teases.

You giggle, watching him shoot from the next spot and miss.

"Yes." You answer simply.

He catches his rebound, passing you the ball. "Well, who is it?"

"Nope. That's two questions." You dismiss him, shooting and making it in the basket.

He nods his head sarcastically at your response. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"

He lobs the ball in the air towards the basket, missing clearly on purpose and you look at him confused. "What the hell was that?"

He shrugs, widening his eyes playfully. "I missed. Ready for my question."

You giggle as you think of a question. "Do you have any crushes at school?"

"That would be highly inappropriate miss y/l/n."

"That's not an answer."

He chuckles before shooting and making it again. "...Yeah, I do."

Your cheeks burn at his answer, but you don't get your hopes up too much knowing it could be anyone, even another teacher.

The game continues back and forth as you and Negan ask each other questions. He shoots the final shot, missing and purposely letting you win.

"So, what's my final question, kid? Make it a good one."

"Do you ever.. think of me.. in that way?" You ask bravely, knowing you might not get another chance like this one.

"In what way?" He asks innocently, resting his hands on his hips.

You blush, not wanting to say it, so you don't. "Nothing, forget it."

He looks down at you with a more serious than playful expression now and you wish you could read his mind.

"Okay. If you say so." He shrugs, throwing the ball down and walking away towards the hall to his office. "I let you win by the way." He calls out before disappearing.

You mentally curse yourself for not asking him but it's too late, so you make your way back to the locker room, wanting to get dressed before everyone comes back in.

You change out of your sweaty clothes before slipping your dress on with nothing underneath since your sweat soaked through your panties and bra. You feel even more exposed than earlier considering your dress barely reaches three inches below your ass cheeks.

You study yourself in the mirror as his words echo in your mind again like a broken record.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You don't want to miss out on another opportunity with him, knowing your time with him is running out, so you grab your things and saunter down the hall to his open office, stopping at the doorway before entering.

Negan's attention is focused on his computer screen as he speaks. "Can I help you, doll?"

You ignore his question, bravely walking over to him before shutting the door behind you and leaning your backpack against the wall. You join him on the other side of the room, standing before him as he sits in his chair looking up at you. Chills cover your body when your bare ass touches the surface of his cold wooden desk.

His brows scrunch at your sudden boldness as he moves his chair back slightly, allowing space between the two of you. "What are you doing, y/n?" He asks but it comes out as more of a warning.

"Getting your attention" You place your bare feet on each side of his thighs in the chair, spreading your legs in front of him and shuttering as the cool breeze brushes your exposed pussy. "Do you ever think about me... like this?" You ask, finishing your question from earlier.

The look on his face is unreadable as his eyes drop to your center.

"You wanna know what I think about, y/n?" His voice turns to a raspy whisper. "I think about how tight that little pussy must be...how those pretty lips would look wrapped around my cock." His dark, heavy eyes lift to meet yours and you've never seen them so blown with lust before. "What you'd sound like begging for me to fuck you. How sweet you probably taste.." His eyes drop to your pussy again as his top teeth cover his bottom lip. "And then.. I come to my damn senses and realize I can't fuckin' risk my whole career for some pussy."

Ouch. Your eyes water at his sudden change of words.

Your heart stings at the rejection as you cover yourself quickly and climb off his desk. The end of day bell rings just in time to dismiss you as you head for the door.

"Y/n, wait." He sighs.

But you keep walking, leaving him behind like he did to you earlier. That's the last time he's going to make you feel like a fucking idiot. You tell yourself, frustrated that you let his mixed signals get to you.

"Goddamn it. Some pussy? The hells wrong with me." Negan whispers to himself, sliding a frustrated hand down his face as he leans back in his chair.

He feels terrible for making you feel that way, but he reminds himself it was for your own good. He knows you're about to go off to college, and the last thing he wants is for you to go catching feelings for your someone you can't have.

As a consequence of his good intentions, his cock aches painfully in his shorts while he stares blankly at the empty desk you sat on only minutes ago.

The sounds of students dismissing for the day are long gone as he realizes he's finally alone.

Fuck it. He says to himself before opening his desk drawer and pumping some lotion in his hand. He pulls his heavy cock out of his shorts, immediately gripping it in his hand and stroking it desperately.

His head falls back against his chair as he groans out, imagining your legs spread open in front of him once again.

His hand works his cock up and down, focusing on the sensitive tip as his eyes shut tight. He gathers his leaking precum with his thumb, working circles around the tip, wishing it was your lips instead.

A deep groan escapes his throat as he reaches his climax, spraying his load all over his white t-shirt. "Fuuuck, y/n." His eyes drift open when he moans your name, instantly connecting with yours as you stand from the doorway, watching him get off to the thought of you.

"I forgot my backpack."

Part 2 here

[madamevandeleur]

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

The One That Got Away - Part fourteen

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 13

Warning:  swearing, smut

To say your life was stressful at the moment would be an understatement, it was a fuck-show. Negan managed to make bail and for that you were grateful, what was causing the stress was that he wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. The minute he was released, Negan had sent you a text and you had warned him to keep a distance while the case was running its course, but he refused to listen. He would send text after text, wanting to see you and each time you would decline his requests. Doing everything possible to keep the distance, even to the point of taking double shifts not to be at home the first week after he was released.

You were deadass tired pulling up into your driveway, realizing now that maybe doing double shifts for a week and a half was not such a good idea after all. Luckly for you though, your Captain had forced three days of leave onto you.

Getting out of your car in auto mode, you were shocked sober discovery your door was already unlocked when attempting to unlock it.

Unholstering your gun, you quietly proceeded through the front door. The living-room lights were still off but the kitchen lights were on though.

"Jesus, Negan..." you exhale heavily finding him eating the kitchen.

"I almost fuckin' shot you."

"Hi Baby..." Negan smiles, getting up from the chair to greet you.

You frown at him, holstering your gun.

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to see ya" Negan responds, wrapping his arms around you.

Placing a hand against his chest, you push yourself from out of his embrace.

"I told you to stay away."

"Relax, Baby" Negan pulls you back in his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Case ended today, so there's nothing to worry about."

You stare up at him in surprised confusion.

"What? And you didn't get time?"

"Took a plea bargain" Negan explains smirking.

"Got probation."

"That's good, as well as surprising news..." you double-take at his words.

"Yeah, your advice to Lucille helped in persuading the DA into agreeing."

You felt your stomach begin to turn at the mention of his wife.

"Glad it helped" you respond with a weak smile.

"Yeah, now we can get back to us" Negan tips down to nuzzle his nose suggestively against the side of your neck.

Attempting to fight the urge to give in, you let out a tense breathe in warning.

"Negan..."

"Fuck, I missed you..." Negan softly nips at your throat.

"Negan, wait!" you interrupt his trail of kisses going any further.

Immediately halting, Negan looks up, cupping your face in concern.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

"Can we just take a step back for a second?"

"Sure" Negan nods, releasing his hold on you.

"You ok?"

"Just a need a moment to absorb all the information" you answer with a head nod.

"Ok" Negan nod in understanding, offering then.

"I made dinner... we can talk while eating?"

Your resolve to resist his charms weakening even more at his thoughtfulness, you couldn't contain a faint smile.

"Thank you."

"How you been doing, Baby?" Negan initiates the start of conversation whilst the two of you ate.

Pausing from eating, you turn your attention to him with a faint smile.

"Exhausted but ok. Been doing double shifts for over a week."

Negan frowns at your words in displeasure.

"That's fucked up. You should rest."

"Have the next three days off. Plan on doing just that."

"Awesome!" Negan grins at you.

"I'm staying the night, by the way..."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you squint at him in confusion.

"And where's your car? It wasn't parked in the driveway."

"Parked across the street to surprise ya, probably didn't notice it with how tired ya are" Negan responds, looking down at the tabletop like a kid that got caught with his hand in cookie jar thereafter.

"About work..."

You arche a brow in suspicion at his last remark.

"Why do I have the feeling I ain't gonna like what you're about to confess?"

With a guilty grimace, Negan stares up at you then.

"I got fired."

"What?!" you stare at him open mouthed.

"Yeah. Turns out, the guy I beat up is a parent of one of the kids I teach. Asshole found out and got me fired."

"What-the-fuck?!" your eyes widen in shock.

"Seriously?"

"Yup..." Negan exhales heavily in response.

"I'm officially, unemployed."

"What the fuck you gonna do now?" was your only response due to the shock.

"Don't know..." Negan shrugs, dropping his palms onto the table.

"It is what it is. Figure it out as I go."

Frowning mm a bit in displeasure at it all but knowing it was out of your control, you inhale deeply, releasing it then.

"Ok." 

You weren't sure what time it was but the by the lack of sunlight blaring through your bedroom window, you knew it was still quite early in the morning. What you were quite sure about, was what had woken you up; the heavy breathing of your lover in the crook of your neck whilst he slowly ground his erection against your ass.

"Negan...? What time is it?" you utter out sleepily.

"3am..." Negan slurs, peppering kisses along your neck.

"And you're still awake...?" you whimper out as he paws at you breast.

"Was sleeping..." he mutters out in-between kiss.

"Dreamt I was fucking you, then this woke me up..." Negan emphasis the statement by bucking his erection harder against your ass.

"Sounds like a good dream..." you hum in response.

"Know what would be even better...?" Negan whispers against your ear.

"If I fucked you right now..."

"Sounds even better..." you moan when Negan's hands drift downward to cup your mound.

"Let's get this out the way" Negan lightly tugs at the seam of your panties, and you lift your hips to assist him in slipping them off.

"Much better..." he sighs out in satisfaction, pulling your leg over his own for better access.

"Open up for Daddy."

"Daddy?!" you burst out laughing, burying your face into the pillow.

"Really...?" Negan scoff, scowling down at you.

"I'm playing with your pussy and you're laughing...?"

"Sorry... sorry..." you snicker in response, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from laughing.

"Just, you referring to yourself as 'Daddy' is so fuckin' hilarious."

Not being to contain himself, Negan giggles as well.

"Not that keen on the 'Daddy' thing I take it?"

"Nope" you shake your head, chuckling.

"You still wanna fuck?"

"Yup" you eagerly nod.

"Thank God..." Negan groans in relief, pushing himself hard your ass.

"Just 'bout to burst here."

"Then what's the holdup?" you tease him by pushing your ass against his crouch.

"I'll show you; a holdup, fuckin' brat!" Negan growls, tightly gripping your thigh and notching the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Ooo... I'm so scared..." you teasingly chuckle but its cut short by the snap of Negan's hips as he buried himself deep inside you.

Negan wraps a hand around your throat, gently running his nose up and down your cheek as he applied pressure around your neck.

"Where's that fuckin' smartass mouth of yours now...?"

"Negan..." you manage to whimper.

"What's wrong baby...?" Negan tauntingly smirks at you.

Pissed off at his cockiness, you growl at him.

"Fuckin' move, Old Man...!"

Negan's grip around your throat tightens then.

"I'll show you, Old!" 

Part 15

Tags: @neganswoman@especially@thecupcakevigilante@nt-multi-fandom@tonysterco@stoneyggirl2@ghostwriter2203

[redqueenphoenix]

Negan Fan Fiction List

Characters I write for - Recently I have been writing a lot of Negan Smith because, well he's freaking hot and why not. But I have been known to write for Eddie Munson, Loki, Saints Row, and Dragon Age. But enough about them, this one is for Negan!

But if you do want to learn more about Victoria Hawkins my TWD OC, click her name and get to know her. Warnings: Well I'm an adult and I write adult things, so lets just say some of them will be 18+. Those will be labeled.

Negan Smith

State Championship (TWD Fan Fic)

Playlist for the Fanfiction! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 (NSFW, +18, NOT FOR MINORS) Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (the End??)

Jeffery Dean Morgan

The Comedian

[castieldelamancha]

Dean takes a deep breath as soon as the door closes quietly behind them, he shares a look with Sam, just one look and he is able to tell how much his brother needed to get out of that house too.

"Go to the Impala," he tells him, patting his shoulder a couple times, "we'll meet you there in a minute."

Sam doesn't say anything and Dean watches his back as he turns around and makes his way towards where baby is parked in front of the two stories house.

Castiel couldn't even wait around for their questioning to the victim's family to be over before he had to leave, excusing himself to make a phone call.

Dean looks around, he is pretty sure he knows where he went. He starts walking, headed to the empty park across the street. It's too late for anyone to be out and about, and the heavy weight of fear after what happened in this otherwise peaceful neighborhood just two days ago is a suffocating presence in the air around him.

It doesn't take him long to spot Cas. He has his back to Dean, his trench coat swaying lightly with the breeze, the same breeze that is messing his hair with the same cadence of the languid touch of a lover's hand. He is jealous of it, even if it sounds stupid, he wishes he could be the one combing his fingers through Castiel's wild hair, away from here, back home, in the safety of their own room. He is standing there leaning against the wooden railing of the gazebo that stands in the middle of the park since 1935, according to the sign next to its stairs.

Dean doesn't stop to read the rest of what the sign has to tell him about who paid for it and why, going straight for the stairs and rushing to cross the distance between Cas and him.

"Hey Cas," he is sure Cas was already aware of his presence but he warns him anyway. As soon as he is close enough he rests his hand on Cas' lower back, fully embracing his waist with one arm when Castiel turns around to look at him.

There is a deep sadness in those old blue eyes that look at him, "she was so young."

"I know." He lets Castiel rest his head on his shoulder, watching their surroundings closely. They still don't know what they are looking for, it makes him uneasy.

"Does it ever get easier?" His voice is so small, all of a sudden, and Dean is almost shocked to see this side of Castiel, his heart breaking a bit. Castiel has seen worst, he knows well how many bad things happen everyday, everywhere. But still he is here, so clearly affected by this tragedy.

This is what they do, it ain't easy, it ain't pretty. He can't and won't lie to Cas.

Dean shrugs slightly with the shoulder that isn't currently supporting Castiel's head, "yes and no." He replies, "you are still adjusting to feeling how humans feel," incessantly, completely, "give yourself some time."

Castiel nods, "I'll try."

"You know what this means, right?" Castiel shakes his head, "this means we haven't lost our humanity, our compassion and empathy, no one can take that away from us. Don't ever forget that." He lifts his hand, closing it over Castiel's cheek. "Let all you are feeling right now fuel you." These words always help him, he guesses they will help Cas too, "now the three of us are going to do all we can for her, like we always do, we can't bring them back but we can stop whatever took them so it doesn't hurt anyone else."

Castiel turns lightly, pressing their chests together so they can share a warm hug.

"Thank you." Castiel says as he moves back from their embrace, "you are pretty wise sometimes."

"Hey! You don't have to sound so surprise about that." Dean pushes him lightly, glad to see the sorrow in Cas' eyes being slowly replaced by his amusement.

[anxiously-going]

I had a weird dream this morning in which Dean Winchester and I body swapped and it has been eating my brain all day and as the pre-period insomnia sets in I am contemplating making it everyone's problem.

[187days]

Day One Hundred Twenty-One

One of the more amusing things about teaching both freshmen and seniors is when their paths cross in my classroom. Course selection is happening right now, and students need their current teachers to sign off on recommended courses for next year, so a lot of the freshmen came by during their lunches to ask me to sign their forms. That's when I'm teaching APGOV, so when they got to my door they just froze. Even when I ushered them in, they hovered near the front of the room, watching my seniors (who, at that point, were working on their Major Cases Projects and jamming to Ariana Grande's latest album) as if they were predatory animals who might strike at any moment.

In reality, since their projects are due tomorrow and they were locked in to get them done, I'm not sure they even really noticed the freshmen there.

Anyways.

The freshmen weren't my only visitors during that block. Both The Principal and Dean 1 came by to talk to me about a course selection issue related to economics (whether or not to open it to juniors as well as seniors), and get my opinion as department head so they could inform the rest of the faculty (I told them not next year due to staffing, but probably the year after). The Principal stuck around for a minute to ask the students about their projects, and chat about what they were learning, which I appreciated.

I signed a lot of course rec forms during Global Studies, too. I told students who were ready to get my signature to put their forms on their tables, and then went around and signed each one while they were reading. After they read for thirty minutes, I had them use the remainder of the block to do some research on events or issues that had come up in their books. The first time we did this (two weeks ago), I suggested topics; this time, I let them decide whether to continue with those or research something new (I'd say it was about 50-50). Then they shared what they'd learned, asked questions about things they still weren't clear about, asked questions about what other students had researched. It was cool.

I had a faculty meeting in the afternoon, and ended up talking to Mrs. T for a good long while afterwards, so then I just hung around until it was time for the winter sports awards. There was a big gathering in the auditorium first so that the major award winners could be announced, and then the teams went to different classrooms for the awarding of certificates and varsity letters. We had a great time celebrating our big, fun, record-breaking season. I'm not sure if I'll ever coach one quite like it again!

[holylulusworld]

Look who honors me with his presence...

Aw, just look at his little bowed legs. 🥰

[cas-coding]

Before Christine can find her older son, Mr. Winchester has motioned for her to talk to him, standing in the doorway of the dugout. "Dean," he says, holding out his hand for Christine to shake.

"Christine," she replies, shaking Dean's hand, his wedding ring clinking against her own. "You're very good with kids, I'm assuming you and your wife have a few?" she says, praying her adult conversation skills are good enough to hold a small conversation with her son's coach.

Dean laughs, a big smile stretching across his face. "Yeah, Cas and I got a couple, quite a road to get here, though. Jack and Ben are ours, for starters," Dean explains, laughing to himself about something.

Christine just smiles in response, nodding. Happy guy, the opposite of her impression of him earlier in the season, barking out commands for the kids to run like the wind, get to that base, etcetera. "Oh, my oldest, Luke, he's just obsessed with Ben, wants to be just like him when he's older. You and Cas have done a wonderful job with him, getting him to volunteer here and all that."

"Oh, Ben asked to volunteer with me, all on his own accord. He loves littles, though he wasn't quite a fan a few years ago. Jack's adoption was a shock to him, but they're best buds now, it's all good." Christine gets the vague feeling that Dean's oversharing on accident, chuckling nervously to himself as he waves it off.

[lionblessdupleasant]

From now on I'll picture Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Coach Wymack just because I can.

[itspileofgoodthings]

The Dean saying sharply “Don’t hate!” when he sees the hatred in Job’s eyes when they talk about his carvings being destroyed

🤝

Coach saying “Don’t do that. Don’t make that mistake” when Matt says that he hates his dad

[integra1127grimmreaper]

*I Did It For You 💦💔⌛

*I DID IT FOR YOU - ALTERNATIVE ENDING 💞🎆⌛

*The Replacement 💦💞💔⏳

*The One That Got Away 💞💔💦⌛

*Lover Please 💔⌛

*This One’s Gonna Hurt Like Hell 💔⌛

*Never Too Late 💞🎆⌛

[peachespearsandplumbs]

Parker Dean, swim coach at the country club