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send a number for a drabble/starter. they are sorted into categories ;

 CATEGORY ONE; general

‘i can’t sleep’ sex

‘make up’ sex

‘break up’ sex

‘revenge’ sex

‘rebound’ sex

‘i’m bored’ sex

‘curiosity’ sex

‘first time’ sex

‘homecoming/prom night’ sex

‘hotel room’ sex

‘distraction’ sex

‘the condoms are about to expire’ sex

‘anniversary’ sex

‘snuck out of the house to hook-up’ sex

‘post-argument’ sex

‘we’re drunk and horny’ sex

‘comfort’ sex

‘walked in on while naked’ sex

‘to change the subject’ sex

CATEGORY TWO; risky/kinky/strangers

‘i need a place to crash’ sex

‘your friend just told you about a new position’ sex

‘the elevator broke down’ sex

‘end of the world/the world is in chaos’ sex

‘i can’t believe we survived’ sex

‘i caught you masturbating’ sex

‘you caught me masturbating’ sex

‘crotchless underwear is a thing’ sex

‘i’m/your pregnant and horny’ sex

‘we’re in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously aroused’ sex

‘you’re my teacher and i finally seduced you’ sex

‘i’m your teacher and i can’t believe your my student’ sex

‘best friend’s younger sibling who suddenly got hot’ sex

‘i saw a cool scene in a porno and i want to reenact it’ sex

CATEGORY THREE; cheating/assumed cheating

‘everyone thinks we’re banging, so we might as well just do it’ sex

‘we’ve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?’ sex

‘randomly hooked up one night and the next monday you walk into my work and i discover that my favourite colleague is actually your husband/wife’ sex

‘one or both of us is in a relationship, but we can’t help it’ sex

‘we’ve both been cheated on by our respective partners, so fuck it’ sex

CATEGORY FOUR; established relationships

‘we just got engaged’ sex

‘i thought you were dead, but you’re not and i can’t believe it’ sex

‘we were childhood sweethearts, and we haven’t seen each other in years’ sex

‘i need to lose my virginity and you’re the only person i want to lose it to’ sex

‘you just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we haven’t seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thing’ sex

‘our families hate each other for (insert reason here) but that doesn’t matter to us’ sex

‘we’re in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship but i still love you more than anything in this world’ sex

CATEGORY FIVE; lgbti+

‘my girlfriend left me with blue balls, and you’re her brother and i’m pretty sure i’m not gay but lets go for it’ sex

‘we pretended to be lesbian lovers to get a creepy guy to stop hitting on us, so we kissed to complete the charade and we both kind of liked it, so…?’ sex

‘you’re my room mate and you’re really hot, but we’re both guys/girls and this is new to me’ sex

‘i’m gay and you’re curious and you asked me to show you what it’s like’ sex

➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :

Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).

“No, you’re wiping my ass,” Deb corrected crossing over to the other side of the Impala, forcing Dean to look at her. “If you’ve got a problem with me doing my goddamn job, fucking say so.” I fucking dare you.

“— What, is it some stupid alpha male bullshit? I can’t have a job that doesn’t involve a fucking cast iron without you feeling emasculated?”

As she crossed over, Dean tried to ignore her but found it difficult to do so. Especially as she grew more irritated and loud. 

“Fucking seriously, Deb? I don’t feel emasculated. Your goddamn vagina has nothing to do with this. Fuck— I’m better in the kitchen than you are and I’m fuckin’ proud of that shit. You burn fuckin’ water.”

He turned towards her, brows knit in a scowl. Dean could feel his hands shake as his temper flared. 

“You’re a goddamn idiot. I don’t expect you to not do your job– Shit. I get it. I just— I’m not overly fuckin’ thrilled with the thought of you being in more danger. What the fuck is wrong with that? Why the fuck are you so bent outta shape? ‘Cause I’m concerned for your life? Jesus Christ, Deb.”

He slammed the hood down.

I’m the fucking idiot? Deb’s lips were in a tight scowl, she stared daggers into him for what felt like forever; half expecting Dean to read her mind and back down. “Well I can handle myself,” she spat venomously after a long silence. “Okay? So, I don’t need any of your concern.” I needed your support asshole.

She drew her head back, dumbfounded. No. No, it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She thought he’d be happy for her, proud even. He should be.

“I’m finally getting an opportunity to prove I’m not just some loud mouth cop who got by on my father’s name, that I actually have something to bring to this case and to the department –and you wanna play the fucking OVERPROTECTIVE b o y f r i e n d?”

He used the back of his wrist to wipe the sweat from his brow in order to avoid smearing grease and oil on his face. Dean knew that expression. 

“Dude, really?”

Dean gave an exasperated sigh.

“You know I ain’t gonna do shit to stop you. You’re a grown ass woman and I get it— I do. Provin’ yourself. Sure. That doesn’t mean I’ll fuckin’ jump for joy when I know you’re out gettin’ shot at and shit. F u c k me for showin’ an ounce of concern.” 

“No, you’re wiping my ass,” Deb corrected crossing over to the other side of the Impala, forcing Dean to look at her. “If you’ve got a problem with me doing my goddamn job, fucking say so.” I fucking dare you.

“Are you even halfway hearing me?”

She handed him a wrench of..some sort.

He took the wrench, stopped and then looked to Deb. 

She drew her head back, dumbfounded. No. No, it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She thought he’d be happy for her, proud even. He should be.

“Are you even halfway hearing me?”

She grabbed her bag from underneath her desk, deciding then she should tell Dexter she was AWOL. A quick knock on the lab door, Deb invited herself in immediately afterwards. “Dex,” she informed him she was going out with Rudy, and that she’d probably be out late tonight..and late coming into work too. Dexter gave that cute smile he gets when he’s uncomfortable. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” she tittered. “Don’t work too hard.”

Deb slid into the passenger seat, looking over at Rudy with a warm twinkle in her eye she leaned over, urging his lips to hers for a deep, fervent kiss.  Planting her ass back in the car seat, she pulled the seat belt over her chest.