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[pickinurpockets]

Musical Sex Meme

Music is the universal language, and so is sex.

Rules

1. Post to this entry with your character journal. Include the character's name and fandom in the subject line, please! Feel free to include preferences, too, and squicks in the comment body.
2. Reply to other characters, and randomly choose a number from 1-13 for a song.
3. Thread

Comments

demon!Dean Winchester/ Supernatural/ women only

[twisted_soldier]

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Gah! Couldn't pass it up! #3. Seeing he's a demon, I'm guessing he likes it rough? :)

[yoga_gumbygirl]

"Dean?" she asks quietly.

((ooc: Do with her what you will!!))

Re: Gah! Couldn't pass it up! #3. Seeing he's a demon, I'm guessing he likes it rough? :)

[twisted_soldier]

He looks her up and down and can't help but smile. His memories of his human life were sketchy at best but her face had popped up once or twice. What was the name again? Linda? Lauren? "Lisa!" his face settles into a playful smirk...there was another name too. "Gumby girl," slowly stares towards her, black eyes taking in every inch of her.

[yoga_gumbygirl]

Her confused gaze settled on his black eyes. "Dean... what's wrong with your eyes?" She holds his stare, even though her brain is telling her to look away. The soulessness of his eyes scared the shit out of her to say the least. But it was still Dean, right? She could still trust him. "What happened to you?"

[twisted_soldier]

"What do you mean baby? Nothing's happened to me, nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about anyway." He finally reached her and gently stroked her cheek with his callus hands, bit bothering to hid the dried blood under his finger nails.

((ooc: oh how my canon dean cries at this))

[yoga_gumbygirl]

She doesn't flinch as she feels the roughness of his hand but her eyes widen ever so slightly. Dean never called her baby. Something was wrong, really wrong. Lisa took a step back, her eyes never leaving his cold black ones. "Somethings wrong with you. Just-just tell me what it is and we'll fix it, okay?"

((ooc: Awwwww! So sad! It's okay. Lisa will play with him too! I'm a huge Dean/Lisa shipper!))

[twisted_soldier]

Wow, this girl was precious. Human him knew how to pick them. "Nothings wrong, I went through some pretty rough times and I made the needed adjustments. You go to hell, you become a demon...it's how you stay safe and there's no way to fix it" He advanced on her the moment she stepped back. "Or maybe there is? Maybe this is one of those stories, you know?" His dead black eyes stare deep into her, almost as if they were trying to show some type of emotion. "You know those stories Lis, the ones where the beautiful princess kisses the monster and the spells broken....think we're dealing with one of those?" He leans in closer, "think it's worth a try?"

((ooc: yay! Me too, you don't see enough people who ship that...all I ever see are the wincesters))

[yoga_gumbygirl]

The second he invaded her personal space as she tried to back away from him was the moment she heard herself gasp and her heart started racing. "Demon?" She didn't understand. Lisa tried to take another step back. Monsters were one thing, but demons? Now we're getting into religion? She didn't know too much about his job, but she was pretty sure that kissing him wasn't gonna make his eyes turn back to the pure green that attracted her to him in the first place. God, she wanted to see those eyes again.

He was playing with her, wasn't he? The blank eyes told her she was right. Well... She could play back. "You think that'll work? You gonna turn into a handsome prince?"

((ooc: IKR?! Whatta bunch of bull. Love your Demon!Dean BTW!!))

[twisted_soldier]

He couldn't hold back a small laugh, "well I think I already got the handsome part down, but we can work on the prince." He slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her into as gentle a kiss as he was capable, even managed to keep his tongue in his own mouth as much as it made him twitch.

((ooc: thanks! Your Lisa's really good too))

[yoga_gumbygirl]

She didn't pull away as she kissed him but oh did she want to. He tasted rancid, like... rotten eggs or sulfer or something. She kept one hand down at her side and the other she placed on his chest, ready to push him away if need be.

((ooc: Awww! Thank you! First time taking her out of the bag.))

[twisted_soldier]

After a few second he pulled away, looking a little disoriented. He blinked a couple of times and his eyes faded from black to their normal green. "L-lisa?"

[yoga_gumbygirl]

She took in a breath when she spotted those bright green eyes that belonged to only one person. Still confused but happy to see those eyes again, she pulled him close, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck. "Dean?" Her voice couldn't sound happier. She didn't know what the hell was going on but if she learned anything from her last encounter with the man; if Dean Winchester was there, everything would be alright. He saved Ben. She owed the life of her child to Dean. She pulled back to look up into his normal eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

[twisted_soldier]

"I...let's just say my life got even more complicated since the last time I saw you," flashes her a bright smile and pulls her close. "God I never thought I'd see you again."

[yoga_gumbygirl]

"What just happened?" she askes, tucked against his chest, arms wrapped around his back. She wanted to throw a thousand questions but she knew he wouldn't answer them truthfully so she stuck to just one. "I'm so glad you're alright." She stopped herself from telling him how much she missed him.

[twisted_soldier]

"Long story short? Demons are real...you just met one," sighs and places a soft kiss on the top of her head, "I'm so sorry you had to see that, it's done though."

[yoga_gumbygirl]

She nods as she looks up to him, hanging on his every word. She tried to understand his world of wacky, freaky monsters as best a single mother could. So, demons were real? Fabulous. She placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"I'm glad it's over but... is it gone? Will it come back?" Again, she had to remind herself not to ask too many questions.