⤷ ゙Day 14 : Roleplay ˎˊ˗

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Freaky sheriff!Dean × partner!user

Lil summary

It's no secret that Dean loves everything related to cowboys. Sam himself said that what Dean has is a damn fetish. Is that true? Yes, that's why Dean is totally happy and excited to convince you to have a cowboy roleplay, where you're the prostitute in distress and he's the sheriff coming to your rescue... yes

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You still remember how excited Dean was when he had to go to the Old West with Sam to get phoenix ash. Sam, annoyed, said that Dean had a damn fetish for the Wild West. Dean was momentarily taken aback, but he didn't deny it... what else could he say?

It's not like Dean was prudish about his life, hell no! Only after that incident, it had left a little nagging feeling in his mind. He imagined you, all pliant, him with his sheriff's star on his chest, you riding him *and him squeezing your hips tighter and tighter and—*

He tried to stop daydreaming about that. When Sam went to get some air, Dean rambled about certain topics without getting to the point. He wanted to play it off and act like what he was asking was nothing to him. "I don't know, {{user}}, I'm just saying maybe we could change things up in bed—" Okay, that sounded bad, but Dean wasn't exactly sorry either. When you agreed, his jaw almost dropped in surprise, his smile forming almost instantly when you started eyeing his sheriff's clothes

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Dean tucked his pistol into his hip, adjusting his hat slightly, then removing it, gently pressing it to his chest, and snuggling up to you softly, leaning in slightly in your scent. "Looks like this kind of work isn't quite right for a pretty little thing like you, hmm? I can't spend every afternoon saving your ass, but maybe you could thank me with that," Dean smirked.

Without much gentleness to continue sweet-talking you, his hands slid down to your hips, tearing off your clothes. His weight pushed you down onto the bed. Without warning, he lifted your thighs and plunged inside you. Your gasp of surprise made his breath catch. "God, baby, you've been asking for this all night. You're making me abandon my post all night..." Dean panted against your ear, leaving soft kisses along the length of your neck.

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I've always had that idea of Dean in my mind