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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 months

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I'll Always Choose You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: car accident, injured!reader, bitchy girlfriend, angst, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: I’m requesting another one lol. Can I get a request where the reader and Jensen are best friends and Jensen is falling in love with her but his gf is really rude to her and makes him choose. Well the reader hears and distances herself… well Jensen realizes it is too late and the best friend is the one that makes him happy but the reader gets into an bad accident. You decided the ending. Thanks.!!!

Summary: Jensen is back in town with his new girlfriend and is hosting a barbecue to get together with everyone and catch up. This is the first time you're meeting her, and she doesn't take you to as kindly as she leads everyone to believe she is.

Square Filled: in vino veritas (2021) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Jensen hasn’t even been back for more than a week and he’s already having a barbecue at his cabin in the mountains. He rents the place out every summer and invites everyone he knows to stay with him for the weekend. The place is big enough to house two dozen people and Jensen knows a lot of people. It’s been a few months since Jensen has been home since he’s traveling with his new girlfriend. You haven’t met her yet but you have talked to Jensen about her. He seems to be crazy about her so you’re not going to ruin what they have.

Yes, you have a crush on him. Yes, you love him. Yes, you’d do anything to make him happy. Yes, he is your best friend. No, you won’t do anything about it because he seems to be happy. What kind of friend would you be if you took that away from him?

Once you finish getting ready into a summer flowy dress, you grab the food you cooked and pile into your car. The cabin is located in the mountains up north so it takes you an hour to get there. There are already a bunch of people there but you don’t mind being later than everyone else. You pull into the driveway and see Jared’s car indicating that him and his wife are already here.

You let yourself into the house and enter the kitchen to place your food there when you see a young and beautiful woman. She must be Denise, Jensen’s girlfriend. You recognize her from the photos he’s sent you.

“Oh, hi. Denise?”

She looks you up and down as if she’s judging you.

“Yeah. You must be Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile.

“You have such a cute dress on. Don’t let the drinks ruin it.”

It’s the way she says this that makes ou suspicious. She seems a bit passive-aggressive like she doesn't like you. Instead of giving you a chance, she’s already decided that she doesn’t like you. You’re not going to let her ruin your night because you came here for one thing and one thing only.

“I can handle myself. Where is Jensen?”

Speaking of, your best friend walks inside the kitchen using the back door with containers of food in his hands. He looks at you and a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Y/N! You came!” He sets down the food and scoops you into his arms. You don’t miss the way Denise is glaring at you two. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Baby, you promised you’d show me around,” Denise says and pulls her boyfriend away from you. “Remember? You said you’d do it when you got done outside.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He turns to you. “I’ll be right back. Jared and Gen are outside.”

“Okay,” you nod.

Denise practically drags him away, leaving you all alone. You shake off this bad feeling you’re getting and join the others outside. Jared is talking to some guys off to the side while Gen is heping prep the table for the food. Joshua, Jensen’s brother, is using the grill to make his famous chicken on the other side of the backyard.

“Y/N!” Jared says a bit too loudly.

“Whoa, are you okay?” you chuckle and hug him.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Jared has always been a light weight despite how tall he is. He definitely has the weight to keep the effects of alcohol away but he acts like he’s a hundred pounds when he drinks. It only takes a few drinks to really get him going.

“What number of drink is that?”

“Three?”

“You drink any more, you’ll bring out Doug. Do you really want to do that?”

“Probably not,” he chuckles.

You have fond memories of Jared’s alter ego coming out after he’s had too many to drink. The night usually ends in the cops being called but it’s memories you love to think about.

“So, I met Denise.”

Jared starts laughing at the tone of your voice.

“Yeah, everyone has that same reaction when they first meet her.”

“What is her problem?”

“I don’t know. She’s not the best person to be around but no one says anything because it seems like Jensen is happy. They’ve only been dating for a few months but they seem happy together.”

Jensen and Denise come back from the self-tour and you watch as she clings to his side even though he wants to go over to his friends and converse. He has a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his ears. He might be happy but it’s not true happiness.

“You don’t know him like I do.”

You leave Jared’s side to join Jensen’s. He has yet to tell you about his trip and now’s the perfect time to do that. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you just want to be around him. However, Denise sees you walking over to them and she tugs on Jensen’s arm to grab his attention. She leans in and whispers something in his ear that causes him to chuckle.

“Sure,” he nods.

They both walk off before you can get to them, and Denise looks back at you to gauge your reaction. You pretend like you weren't walking to them and veer to the right where Gen is. She says something to you but you’re not paying attention. You stare at the couple until they disappear around the corner of the house. Jensen didn’t even see you coming toward him.

You push down your feelings and enjoy the company of everyone else until dinner is served. Jensen took the seat next to you before Denise could pull him away so she is forced to take the other side of him. Everyone digs into the delicious food immediately and the conversation somehow gets on the topic of how stupid Jensen has been in his past.

“Once Jared told me I couldn't do it, I had to prove him wrong. I climbed up to the roof and got ready to jump into the pool.”

“I told him not to do it but he wouldn’t listen,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, so I got a running head start and jumped off into the pool. I made it in but it was shallower than I thought, and I broke my arm on the side of the pool.”

“You were a big cry baby,” you laugh and lean on his arm in laughter. “I held your hand the entire way to the hospital.”

“That you did,” he smiles down at you.

Denise’s jaw ticks in annoyance and jealously. She grabs her alcoholic drink and walks past you as if she is going to get a refil. However, she “trips” and she spills her entire drink all over your new dress. You gasp from how cold it is and stand up in shock.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Denise apologizes.

“Shit, that’s cold!”

You look down at your dress to see the alcohol already staining your dress. You look at Denise and see the malicious intent in her eyes. She might be faking an apology but you know she couldn’t care less about this. She did this on purpose.

“Here, come with me. Let me clean this up before the stain sets.”

“Do you need me to come with you?” Jensen asks.

“No, I got this,” Denise chuckles.

She takes you into the cabin before you have achance to say anything. As soon as the door is closed, she becomes a whole other person. She drops the nice girl act and shows her true colors.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but stay away from my boyfriend.”

“My problem? What are you talking about?”

You grab some napkins to dab your dress without her help.

“You can play games all you want but he’s mine, and I’ll make your life miserable if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t want him,” you lie.

“Please,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I saw the way you were looking at him the entire night. Stay away from him or I’ll do more than pour alcohol down your dress.” She walks back to the door but pauses because she’s not done talking. “I am better than you in every way. You might be the best friend but I’m his girlfriend, and I always get what I want.” She gives you a sweet smile as if she didn’t just threaten you. “It’s nice to meet you though. Sorry about the dress.”

As soon as she leaves the kitchen, tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t go back out there looking like a mess so you dry your cheeks and your dress as much as possible before going back outside. Everyone is mostly done with dinner so they’re standing around instead of sitting. Jensen immediately walks over to you with a look of concern on his face.

“Hey, are you okay? I can pay for the dry cleaning.”

You look at Denise who is watching you with careful eyes. Jensen might genuinely be happy with her so you can’t take that away from him and tell him how rotten his girlfriend is. Plus, would he even believe you? Yes, you’re his best friend but would he believe you over his girlfriend?

“No, it’s okay. It was a misunderstanding,” you sigh.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

You excuse yourself and walk over to Jared who has been watching you three the entire night. He had two glasses of water at dinner so he’s sobered up some more. He sees the look of defeat on your face and nudges you arm.

“They won’t last.”

“What?”

“I don’t see them lasting another month.”

“Why would I care?”

“Come on,” Jared chuckles. “We all know you’re in love with him.”

“Shut your mouth, Jared,” you snap.

“What, am I wrong?”

You look at Jensen and Denise who are all over each other. She has her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands are low on her hips. You have to hold back your tears.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. She clearly doesn’t want me around.”

“Give it time.”

Jensen and Denise walk into the cabin to do God only knows what, and you decide it’s best if you leave now. You don’t want to spend the night and have to hear them through the walls.

“As much fun as this whole thing has been, I should go now.”

You give Jared a side hug so you don’t get the alcohol on him.

“Good luck.”

You can’t leave this party without saying goodbye to Jensen. You’ll steal a couple of minutes and leave and that will be that. You don’t even have to give him a hug goodbye . You walk inside the house in search of your best friend. You walk past the kitchen into the living room where you overhear Denise and Jensen talking.

“What’s wrong? You were fine when we showed up.”

“I don’t like that you spend so much time with her. I’m your girlfriend who loves you.”

“She’s my best friend.” Great, they’re talking about you. How can you go in there now? It’ll only be awkward and you’ll give away that you’ve been listening. “We grew up together.”

“You’re with me now. Y/N needs to find someone she loves and leave us alone. I don’t want to be rude but it’s obvious she wants you.”

You can’t see Jensen’s face from where you’re at but you can only imagine what it looks like.

“You’re overreacting.”

“Do you have feelings for her? Is that why you’re being this way?”

You hold your breath and wait for his answer.

“Be this way? What are you talking about?”

“It’s me or her. Pick one. You can’t have both.”

You can’t bear the thought of hearing his answer because there is a chance that he might choose her. You quickly leave the room without hearing his answer and escape to your car. You shouldn’t have come. He has been with Denise for months across the world. He probably has a lot more fun with her than he does with you. He’s found someone to replace you with. You can’t fault him for choosing her. She can give him everything you can’t.

You peel out of the driveway and start the journey back home. Tears are flowing down your cheeks making it harder to see the road in front of you. It’s a particularly windy day so your car is slightly shaking; nothing you can’t control. It doesn’t help you’re driving in the mountains with no light except for that of your headlights. Through your tears, you don’t see the car on the other side of the roading coming straight at you.

You hit him going seventy miles an hour head on, and you’re thrown from the windshield and onto the groound. You left in such a hurry that you forgot to put your seatbelt on. The car you hit is a much bigger car than yours so it doesn’t have nearly as much damage as yours. The car slams on its break before slowly driving off, leaving you on the ground outside.

You gasp in pain and stare at the starry sky above you. Blood runs down your body and pools on the ground. You never took time to admire how pretty the night sky is. Your entire body is in pain but there is a certain peace that comes with being on the brink of death. You close your eyes to get some sleep when you hear someone calling your name off in the distance.

How much time has passed? It seems like minutes but could have been for much longer.

“Y/N!” Jensen gasps and slides on the ground when he gets to you. You open your eyes and see red and blue lights flashing off his face. “I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Just hang on for me, okay? Please be okay.”

“Sir, you need to move.”

Jensen is pulled back so the paramedics can come in and do their job. You close your eyes because you’re so fucking tired. You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto something softer than the ground. You’re wheeled on a gurney into the ambulance with Jensen following closely behind.

“Sir, only family are allowed inside.”

“I’m her husband,” Jensen shouts and pushes past the paramedics.

They allow him to sit inside and be with you until they get to the hospital. Jensen grabs your bloody hand just as you roll your head to the side. You barely squeeze his hand to let him knwo you’re with him and not going toward the light no matter how tempting it might be.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m holding your hand.”

The next time you open your eyes, you’re confronted with blinding white lights. Is this what Heaven is like? Did you die? You blink a few times to correct your vision and see you’re not in Heaven but a hospital room. You groan softly and look to your right where Jensen is. He is holding your hand with his head lowered like he’s praying. When he hears your painful groan, his head snaps up.

“Sweetheart. Hey, I’m right here.”

“Jensen?” you croak.

“Do you need some water?” You nod and he grabs a small cup of water. He helps you drink before setting the cup down. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?”

“You collided with another car. The bastard left instead of staying but cops found him near where the cabin is. There’s only one road going in and out of town so it wasn’t hard to spot the truck with bumper damage. Your car is totaled though.”

Oh, yeah. The reason why you didn't see the other car is because you had tears flowing out of your eyes the entire time. Why were you crying? Right. Jensen was going to choose Denise over you. You take your hand away from his when you remember this and shift further from him.

“Where is Denise?”

“Gone.” Your eyes snap to his. “I broke up with her.”

“What? Why?”

“She made me choose. Anyone who makes me choose isn’t good enough to be with me.”

“What did she make you choose?” you ask even though you know the answer.

“It was either you or her, and you should know by now I will always choose you.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

“I’m glad she did.” He grabs your good hand and kisses the back of it. “I was blind to who was by my side my entire life.”

You smile and run your thumb on the back of his hand.

“What does this mean?”

“First, you get better. Then, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

“Deal,” you smile shyly.

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deans-queen · 9 days

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys 🤍

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Dean has been struggling since he got the mark of Cain.. He gets very vulnerable and you let him take advantage of you, in the best way of course!

Inspired song: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Depressive and obsessive thoughts, SMUT (p in v, oral, wrap it up kids), Mark of Cain Dean behavior, mature and sexual language.

Reader (Y/N)’s P.O.V.

Ever since Dean got the mark of Cain he has been struggling a lot. I’ve tried to help him in any way I can but he won’t let me. But it’s not just me he has been shutting out, it's also Sam, Cass and even Bobby. He just sits in his room with the door locked. Loud rock music was drowning out his screams, and there was pounding against the walls. I felt so much pain for him… when Dean and I started dating, we have been emotionally connected to each other. When he hurts, I hurt and I wish there was a way to take his pain away.

Dean’s P.O.V.

Oh, here we go again

The voices in his head

Called the rain to end our days of wild

The sickest army doll

Purchased at the mall

Rivulets descend my plastic smile

(Inner Monologue)

I can’t do this anymore….

You did this to yourself

You let everyone down

Reader (Y/N)’s P.O.V.

I carefully walked up to Dean’s bedroom door, I couldn’t hear any screams, just the loud music roaring through the walls.

*Knock Knock*

“Dean….?” I said softly. “I know you’re still in there. You keep pushing me away and you can’t do that.” I sighed deeply. I didn’t know how much would get through to him but it was worth a try. “It’s not just me you are hurting, it’s also Sam…he’s so worried about you and Cass is too! You need to let us help you….please Dean!”

The music stopped playing and I heard footsteps coming towards the door. Dean opened the door and he had a scowl expression on his face. I knew it was the mark taking over him, I was scared but I couldn’t let it show.

“You!” He roared at me.

“Yes, it’s me.” I said softly.

“What do you want?”, he said while walking away from me.

“Dean, I came in here to talk to you.” I walked after him and shut the door.

He sat down on his bed and faced away from me.

“I don’t wanna talk, I wanna be alone! I’m too dangerous to be around right now, don’t you get that. One little slip and I could hurt you, or Sam, or even Cass!”

“I don’t care Dean!” I shouted back at him, at this point I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew deep down my Dean was still there, just waiting to come out. I walked over to sit on the bed next to him. I put my hand on top of his, while looking at the mark on his opposite arm. “I know this mark doesn’t reflect who you are! There’s still some part of you that’s inside. You are still you….”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, full of anger.

“No, I'm not Y/N. This mark has made me into a monster.”

“I don’t believe that for one damn second Dean. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Well you should be.” He said, his eyes turned dark all of a sudden as he looked at me. But he was looking at me in the way that he wanted me.

I was just staring at him asking if he was okay.

“No I'm not,” he said loudly. I was really scared but also turned on because I knew he wanted me and I wanted him. He stood us both up, grabbed me by my arms, pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me passionately. I didn’t know what to think, part of me knew this was Dean but I knew the mark got him good.. but honestly I’ve been craving this for such a long time so I went with it.

As I started to grab him, “No, I’m doing all of the work baby lay down.” he said strongly.

I began to lay down facing him as he was kissing on my inner thighs, he slowly started to pull down my panties with his teeth and told me to stay still otherwise he would spank me. I was so excited, and that excitement showed when he started to eat me out. His mouth was dripping with cum and spit. I grabbed his head to push him further into my pussy, I could feel his tongue swirling around in places and hearing him groan as soon as I moaned made me feel so good. I knew I had to be a good girl and wait for the rest to happen.

“Oh fuck Dean” I said loudly.

He looked up at me and smiled “Oh this isn’t it baby, I’m just getting started.”

He got up and unzipped his pants and slowly started to insert his dick inside of me. I didn’t know what to expect because it’s been so long and we both moaned in each other's mouths. Dean was going in and out , thrusting his way inside of me.

“You’re mine baby girl, no one else's got that!”

“Yes Dean, I’m all yours. I’m yours to break, destroy whatever you want with me. Take advantage of me, please take your anger out on me.”

“I need you so much.” He said in a husky voice.

My boy only breaks his favorite toys, toys, oh

I’m queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh

'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night

I should've known it was a matter of time

“I’m going to cum already,” I said, staring into his eyes.

At that moment the real Dean came out, he was so happy and excited that we were making love. He ended up flipping me on my stomach, spanking my ass, licking and biting it all while he stuck his dick in my pussy. The sounds were so wet and my pussy was so sensitive rubbing on his dick. Dean was going faster and faster and he grabbed my arms and held them behind my back and I felt a warm liquid sensation dripping down my ass. “Wow, that was great,” he said. He told me to lay there so he could look at my beautiful naked body for a few more minutes.

I was just so happy that I got to enjoy “My Dean” so I was happy to do whatever for him. Once he told me that I could clean up and get dressed. He looked into my eyes and said "You're just so damn beautiful.” And he walked out the door.

Authors Note:

I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive! Life has been very busy lately, I promise to start posting more stories!

Hope you enjoyed this story!

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layce2015 · 3 months

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

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"SUPE"R Flexible

(Soldier Boy x You)

Billy Butcher forces you to babysit Soldier Boy. Ben doesn't know you're a supe, until one night you have a nightmare and things get quite heated between you both 🔥❤️‍🔥

Warnings : Contains SMUT (of course it does, it is soldier boy 😆😜)

(I laughed so hard at one of the lines I came up with {sad I know} let's see if you guys can figure out which one it is 😂🤭)

When Billy Butcher showed up at y/n's door, it was like a bomb going off in her quiet life. He had Soldier Boy in tow, a weathered and battle-worn soldier with a haunted look in his eyes. With his gruff voice and rough exterior, Butcher asked her without any pleasantries to keep an eye on Soldier Boy for him. Bewildered and taken aback, y/n reluctantly agreed, uncertain of what she had gotten herself into. "Don't worry sweet cheeks, you won't even realise I'm here" Soldier Boy commented as he pushed past her and plopped himself down on her sofa.

In just under an hour, Butcher had a few things delivered for Soldier Boy, which mainly consisted of booze, drugs and pornos. She turned a blind eye to all that. She knew what Soldier Boy had endured before he was put in that chamber over 40 years ago. As long as he didn't trash the place she left him to it. She only occasionally got annoyed with him when he wouldn't clean up after himself, or that he would just decide to walk around the apartment naked most of the time. Although she really didn't mind the latter part, he was easy on the eye after all.

The first few days after Butcher left seemed like an eternity. Y/n and Ben, which she now called him after a much heated argument, her telling him she wasn't gonna keep shouting Soldier Boy all the time. They managed to avoid each other as much as possible, their interactions limited to awkward greetings and fleeting glances. Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and unease whenever she caught glimpses of the man she was now responsible for. "Why don't you take a picture doll face, it will last longer" Ben said to her as he could feel her stare at him. Smiling to herself, she got her phone out and took it. He glared back at her as he heard the camera go off. He yanked the phone out of her hand "hey, you break it you will buy me a new one".

She watched in amusement as Ben studied the object in his hand. She knew she had to teach him about all the changes that had happened over the last 40 years he'd been "asleep".

He agreed reluctantly to let her show him all the new things like how smart TVs work, a laptop and obviously a mobile phone. He wasn't going to let on that he was enjoying spending time with her. Ben still had a lot of trust issues, he was let down by what was supposed to be 'his' team. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he could trust y/n though.

Butcher had failed to mention to Soldier Boy that y/n was a supe just like him. Though to look at her you wouldn't tell she was one. Her frame was tiny although she was quite tall and she didn't have the muscle structure he had. Her powers were more to do with flexibility. If needed, y/n could squeeze herself into any small space or through the tiniest of gaps no one else could. Her bones were like elastic, making her able to bend into any shape she needed to.

Y/n, like Ben had been through a rough time. When Butcher found her she was so close to death he thought she would never make it. He didn't know of her powers until he took her to the hospital and they did all sorts of tests on her. Telling him she shouldn't have survived what she had endured and that it was a miracle she'd survived at all. It was then he asked starlight to do a little digging. He sent her a photo of y/n and asked if she could get info on her. Starlight found y/n's file at Vought HQ and told Butcher she was made into a supe. She was supposed to be a part of Homelander's team but she refused. Resulting in him torturing her endlessly till she caved, but she never did.

Nights were the hardest for y/n. Filled with restless sleep and vivid nightmares, she found herself tossing and turning, unable to find solace. And then one night, Ben heard her screams of distress. His instincts kicked in, and he rushed to her thinking she was being harmed.

Ben shook y/n awake, some concern etched on his weary face. Startled awake, she went into attack mode to begin with, but as soon as she realised it was Ben and looked into his eyes, in that moment something shifted. There was a connection between them, a spark that ignited a passion deep inside of her that she had never felt before.

Ben backed away from her as she regained her senses and breathing pattern. He stood in her doorway, staring at her. "Why don't you take a picture it will last longer" she shouted out at him making him laugh loudly. "What's so fucking funny Ben, You never seen someone having a nightmare before" she shouts at him, getting up from the bed ready to have yet another argument with the stubborn supe.

The air was thick with anticipation as Ben and Y/N exchanged smouldering glances across the room. What happened next surprised y/n. With only a couple of steps, Ben was right in front of her. His chest heaving as he tried to decide whether he wanted to fight her or kiss her. "What the fuck are you doing......." Before she could finish, his lips were attacking hers with a force that knocked her off her feet. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she tried to fight the kiss. As much as she tried, she felt herself melting in his arms, kissing him back with as much force and passion he was giving to her.

The apartment became their steamy playground, each corner serving as a canvas for their passionate encounter. The living room became a shrine to their love, with every piece of furniture playing a role in their fiery dance. He practically threw her over the arm of the sofa, taking her from behind. Every drag of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy made her moan. Her walls pulsating and squeezing his penis tight.

After he finished with her on the sofa, y/n found herself pushed against the wall, her breath catching in her chest as Ben's hands roamed her body with urgency. His touch was electric, igniting a wildfire within her. She surrendered to him completely, allowing him to conquer her body in the most untamed ways. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his erection thrusting into her hard and fast once again.

They moved them from one room to another, fuelled by a fierce hunger that knew no boundaries. The kitchen countertops bore witness to their unbridled passion, as ingredients and utensils were forgotten in favour of more sensual indulgences. Y/n took Ben in her mouth, sucking and licking the underside of his dick, taking him fully in her mouth almost gagging as he thrust deep into her throat, making his cum shoot down her esophagus.

The bathroom became a sanctuary of pleasure, steam masking their fervent exclamations. Water cascaded over their entwined bodies as they abandoned themselves to a raw desire, their moans echoing through the apartment like a symphony of ecstasy. Ben sunk to his knees, his face buried deep in her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit, his tongue plunging into her core.

With the bedroom as their final destination, their union intensified. The sheets twisted beneath their weight as they moved with a primal rhythm. The room became an arena for their love, sweat-slicked bodies colliding in a chorus of gasps and cries. With one final thrust and an orgasm that he thought would nearly kill her, Ben collapsed beside y/n. He looked over at y/n noticing the satiated look on her face "well, you've surprised me doll, didn't think you'd be able to take all of what I just did to you. I'm impressed" he said quite smugly.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him. She got out of the bed and tied her robe around herself "I see Butcher didn't tell you everything about me then" she said whilst not looking at him. Ben quirked an eyebrow at her as she turned round to face him. "I'm just like you Ben, I'm a supe". Ben shot up in the bed and crawled over to the side y/n was standing grabbing her waist "well yeah he kinda failed to mention that. Why didn't you tell me". He seemed annoyed and a little angry. Y/n's hand caressed his cheek pulling him in for a kiss "well you know now".

He pulled her back onto the bed and hovered over her "so, what's your super power then" he asked as he nipped at her neck and collarbone, "let's just say, I'm very, very flexible" Ben's head shot up to look at her face, a small smirk playing on her lips. "How flexible are we talking" he asked with a look on his face that gave y/n shivers "oh honey, you could bend me like a pretzel and it wouldn't hurt me" Ben growled at that comment and was ripping the robe from her body "shall we put it to the test then". For the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning Ben had had y/n in every imaginable position he could think of.

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moosealecki · 4 months

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𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖... (𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

| ・゜゜・．satisfying a request for my best friend, so she can live out her fantasyyyyyy, here’s to you babe. Enjoy.

| pairings; dean x reader

| warnings; insults, aggression, touching, foreplay, smut, after-care

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“Can you for ONCE, make up your mind on just one fucking thing.”

“First off, dean if you want to keep that tongue of yours, I suggest you watch your tone with me.” she rolled her eyes, returning her attention back to the radio, flipping through the stations.

“How about we just not listen to anything?” Sam chimed in from the backseat.

“Shut up assclown.” They both responded in sync. Not even realizing it.

“Oh, absolutely NOT.”

“Don’t you start dean; Taylor is a goddess.”

“I do not care, this is my car, my music, I will not be forced to listen to this shit.”

She ignored his protests, turning up the dial on the volume as she sang loudly to the lyrics. Knowingly it was just annoying the older Winchester even more.

Once they arrived back at the bunker, his ears radiated from the torture of listening to ‘Taylor Swift’ for the last hour. (Y/N) was still humming to the tune of the last song from one of her favorite albums by Taylor. Sam quickly scurried inside to avoid further arguing between them.

Dean made his way to the kitchen, grasping a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. Popping the cap and chugging the liquid down. (Y/N) walking into the kitchen she brushed past him, grabbing a cold Pepsi.

“Why do you have to purposely keep provoking me?”

“I don’t do anything, that sounds like a ‘you’ problem d-e-a-n-o” she taunted, knowing she was just digging further under his skin. Something about his aggressive nature was attractive, but she never admitted that in the open.

Dean would finish off his beer, his green hues never leaving her. She was annoying but feisty, it was attractive, but he ALSO wouldn’t admit that in the open. He would turn to lean against the countertop. “Pft, brat,” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“You want to try saying that to my face?” she turned towards him, placing the can down on the counter. She walked over to him until she was now standing directly in front of him.

Dean licked his lips as he arched a brow, he leaned in slightly closer as he mouthed the words this time slower. “I called you a b-r-a-t” he spoke, his eyes looking her up and down for a moment. The deadly silence between them, although the tension was evident.

“Have you guys seen my---oh nope never mind.” Sam beginning to walk into the kitchen, and then immediately turned around to head back to his bedroom.

“ You talk a big game Dean, but we both know you don’t act on shit.” she bit down on her bottom lip.

Dean had enough of her sassy shit for one night, he grasped her by the throat yanking her up against his lips. The tongue delved between her lips and into her mouth. He would turn her around and force her up onto the counter. His other hand moved up her thigh. Fingers bruising against her flesh. (Y/N) let out a breathy moan when his lips traveled from her own onto her neck, his tongue swirling over her skin and purpling the skin beneath his lips.

(Y/N) pushing him slightly off, her breathing increasing as she wasted no time to slide off her shirt, Dean following her lead as he threw his shirt to the ground. His hands moved back to grasp both sides of her face again, smashing lips together, his hand venturing down from her face to her neck, down her backside to unclasp her bra, letting it fall with ease. His lips moved from her own again to wrap around the nipple of her breasts. Pulling and tugging at it, his other hand pinching at her other nipple, sending stimulation throughout her body. He removed his hand, as he moved to pop the button of her shorts, sliding his hand inside with ease. Meeting the coated wet lace, moving it to the side to see the damage he had caused. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Oh, shut up, and just fuck me.” she protested, as her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing along his neckline. She felt his fingers meet her numb, flicking over it made her wince, biting down on her bottom lip as she arched her back slightly. Dean groaning, his erection building behind his jeans, aching to be released and inside of her. (Y/N) would decide to busy her hands working to undo his belt buckle, then his jeans, using her legs to shift them down. Dean worked his fingers, hooking two inside of her while his thumb rubbed over her sensitive numb.

After a few moments of working her up, Dean was over it, he would remove his hand grasping her thighs again as he forced her up to wrap her legs around him, and he would move to slam her down onto the table. Removed his jeans and then boxers fully, ripping off her shorts and then underwear. Climbing on top of her, he would delve his head down to capture her lips again, one hand moving to grasp her thigh pulling it up and around his waist, his other hand moving to line himself up with her entrance.

He was greeted with a welcoming wetness, sliding the tip slowly inside of her. Worked himself to stretch her walls to get used to his length. “Oh fuck.” She moaned out, “I can go slower if you want?” “No, it’s perfect,” she spoke breathlessly. He did this for a few more moments before she started to rock her hips, wanting him to go faster. Dean getting the idea, as he moved to place both her arms above her head, he would thrust himself deep inside of her, feeling her walls enclose around his hardened length. The pair shared quite a few moans and groanings of pleasure, the table rocked as Dean picked up the pace, his hips rolling into her with ease. Skin clapping against one another, “Oh fuck baby, oh fuck right there—” (Y/N) felt him hit her g-spot perfectly, her cries growing louder, not even caring about who else could hear them. The tension was only climbing between them, which was bound to happen.

The damn of her orgasm exploding around him, once her arms were released, she clawed her nails into the sides of his biceps, leaving her own marking. Dean felt the ocean of her orgasm submerge his member. He would make her ride out her high, moving to take her other leg and placing them both up and against her chest, as he pounded deeper inside of her. Feeling his hardened length throbbing for a release, he moaned out when he finally felt his spurt of hot cum shoots deep inside of her, filling her up to the core.

The sweat dripped from his forehead, as he leaned down after releasing her legs, capturing the taste of her salty tasted lips against his own. His hand moving to grasp her throat again, exchanging tongues, he would part his lips from her own.

Gathering their clothes, Dean needed to clean up the mess they made. Knowing Sam would avoid the kitchen for a good couple of days if he knew what had taken place. He would grasp her hand as he moved to take her back to his bedroom. “You can uh shower, and sleep here. I’ll take the couch.”

“No—uh I mean, can you stay?” she asked in a more relaxed tone of voice. Dean would accept, that after the showers of washing off the moment they had together, they both crawled into the bed. He moved to turn off the table side lamp, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 4 months

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I Believe You, But Tell Me Again

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Summary: Y/N is wondering if Jensen still sees her as he used to.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Lots of fluffy smut. Sexy af Jensen. Rockstar!Jensen. Definitely a warning. Unprotected PinV sex. Oral (f receiving), Brief fingering, some slightly insecure thoughts, established relationship. Fluff.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,314

A/N: This fic is a request by @lacilou .

I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but I can't get this out of my head. Jensen, in the photo you're using for Off and On Again. Where he's super hot, and he knows it. Kinda cocky but totally in love with the reader (established relationship - married, long-time girlfriend??) And reader doesn't understand why he's so into her, but she KNOWS it even though Jensen has to remind her with "Feel this? It's all for you, "while he's holding the reader's hand over his bulge. If you could throw in "this what you want?" while he's slowly stroking himself as he walks towards the reader, lust in his eyes.

I hope you enjoy it sweetie, and everyone else too.

The dividers below were created by @talesmaniac89

The lights were bright, slightly blinding, as Y/N sat in front of the two cameras aimed at her. There were two cameras so they could decide later on which side was her better side. Or possibly her worse side, depending on the tone of the interview.

Y/N squinted at the primped and stylish woman sitting across from her getting her makeup touched up. She wondered, would this interview be a friendly one? An interview to say, “Look everyone! Aren’t the Ackles great?” Or would it be one of those interviews that had an edge of nasty hovering just beneath the smile of the interviewer.

She watched this interviewer, Shauna, pull away from her makeup artist, scowling. “It’s fine, Lisa. Just leave it alone.”

Uh oh.

The interview started off friendly enough, touching on the things most journalists talked to her about - Jensen’s incredible skyrocketing success, his status as a rockstar icon, what a talent he was. As Jensen’s biggest fan, Y/N always enjoyed those kinds of questions. She couldn’t get enough of bragging about her ridiculously talented husband.

But then the mood of the interview shifted and Shauna started asking much more pointed questions.

“Now, Y/N, you and Jensen have been married over a decade now, right?” Y/N nodded. “Is there a secret to your success?” Shauna was smiling, but Y/N could see that her gray eyes were calculating.

It was a question she’d been asked a lot in the last couple of years as their ten year anniversary came and went. People seemed very interested in the fact that their marriage had lasted so much longer than had been anticipated. When Jensen had started dating her, just a nobody from nowhere, everyone had predicted it wouldn’t last.

People on social media and angry people with podcasts all had an opinion on their relationship.

-- She’s not cut out for the limelight.

-- It’s way too hard for someone like her.

-- She’s not used to the media. She’s gonna break under the pressure.

-- He’s a rockstar who could literally get any girl he wanted. So, what’s up with him picking her?

-- It won’t last. These showbiz marriages never do.

But ten years on, now people were wondering how they actually made it to a decade. “What’s the secret?” They all wanted to know.

“There’s really no secret, Shauna.” Y/N said with a smile. “When two people are madly in love with each other, when they respect each other and work together as partners, staying together becomes much easier.”

It was a variation on the same answer she’d given dozens of times. It happened to be true, but Y/N was still tired of trying to find new ways to explain to people that they got married because they loved each other, and they stayed married because the alternative was unthinkable for either of them.

Shauna smiled a sharp smile. “And in all those years, you’ve never been worried about the rock and roll lifestyle…leading Jensen astray?”

Y/N kept smiling because she couldn’t falter and let the reporter know she’d scored a hit. They weren’t usually that pointed with the infidelity question. Usually they skirted around it, saying things like, “Does it ever get hard when he’s on the road?” or “You must miss him when he’s touring. How do you keep tabs on him?”

Y/N’s personal favorite version of this question came from a middle-aged woman reporter with lipstick on her teeth. “Have you ever just shown up to surprise him, or tried to catch him being naughty?” It was said with a cheeky grin as though they were just besties chatting, but Y/N had wanted to snatch the woman bald.

Shauna’s version of the question was the closest anyone had ever come to asking her outright, “Do you worry about your husband cheating on you?”

Y/N kept smiling and shook her head. “No, never. If you knew Jensen, you wouldn’t wonder about it either. He’s the most loyal man I’ve ever known, and the most honorable. I know beyond a doubt that he doesn’t take our vows lightly, and that he would never, ever hurt me like that.”

Shauna seemed slightly taken aback by Y/N’s adamant, genuine answer, clearly expecting some anger or some kind of dramatic reaction from her. When she didn't get it, the reporter just smiled again.

“So sweet.” Was her response, acid dripping from her words.

***

The day of interviews had taken quite a bit out of Y/N, especially the last one, and she was tired as she wandered out to the limousine that was waiting to take her and Jensen back to their hotel, whenever he was done with his part of the press junket.

The limo driver opened the door for her and smiled. “Fatima says Mr. Ackles is almost finished and will be out in about ten minutes. Do you want to wait for him? Or should I take you and send another car for him?”

Y/N smiled back and shook her head. “No, let’s wait for him.”

“Okay, great.” The driver said as he closed the door behind her.

In less than ten minutes, she saw Jensen push out of the double doors, and amble towards the car. He wore black jeans that clung to his thick thighs, and a gray t-shirt covered by a black, long-sleeved denim shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins and corded muscles in his forearms - muscles he’d gained by long hours spent playing the guitar.

As he got closer to the car, she watched him push a hand through his long hair, sweeping it off his forehead, and she sighed deeply. Good God, he was so stunningly sexy.

Even when he was just walking, he moved with the same seductive grace he used like a siren song onstage. No matter how many times Y/N watched him in concert, she never got used to that kind of magnetic, cocky seductiveness that poured out of him when he was singing. He knew he drove people crazy. He knew it, and it just made him smile.

He was smiling now as he climbed into the car. “Hey beautiful.”

Y/N smiled tiredly at him, feeling her heart warm at his usual greeting. When he settled into the seat, he reached over and pulled her into his lap.

She squealed lightly as he lifted her, and then chuckled. “You know there are seatbelts we’re supposed to be wearing.”

Jensen shrugged and squeezed her tighter against him. “Nah! I gotcha.”

Y/N laughed again. “Oh, okay then.” She said, snuggling closer to him. The interview had knocked her off kilter a bit, and it felt especially good to have Jensen’s arms wrapped around her.

She tucked her head under his chin, and he ran his big hand up and down her arm. “Hey,” he said with concern lacing his voice, “everything okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, just a long day sitting in the same room, being asked basically the same questions.” She shrugged. “I just wanna get home. Or, well, hotel.”

Jensen accepted her answer, kissing her forehead and then her lips. “Me too.”

They ordered in their dinner, neither of them keen to face more crowds and questions, and spent the evening watching some trashy reality TV before calling it a night a bit earlier than usual.

Y/N went into the bathroom to get ready. She brushed her teeth and took off her makeup, and as she stood in front of the mirror she looked at her face closely.

There were some lines there that hadn’t been there when she first met Jensen. She knew there was a gray hair or two hiding amongst the rest that also hadn't existed back then.

She pulled her silk nightgown tight against her body and could see where she was rounder than she had been when she was younger. Her muscle tone wasn’t as good.

I should hit the gym more, she thought.

She pinched one of her love handles and pulled at her skin, wondering what Jensen really thought about all these changes. She knew he loved her, knew that he’d always found her attractive. But how was that holding up these days? Did he still feel the same kind of heat for her? Did he still want her as desperately as she still wanted him?

She jumped slightly as Jensen popped up in the mirror behind her to wrap his arms around her waist, and nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. He wore his pajama bottoms and nothing more. She looked at his biceps flexing around her as he squeezed her back against him, and his round, muscled shoulders, broad and strong, and she sighed. He was still so unbelievably perfect.

She lightly tapped his forearm where it rested just below her breasts. “You scared me.” She said, her voice accusatory.

He chuckled. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.” He caught her eye in the mirror. “But you seemed to be lost in thought.”

He moved his lips to her temple. “What thoughts are swirling around in that beautiful mind of yours? Hmm?” He murmured.

She shrugged a shoulder. “Nothing.”

Jensen’s face in the mirror wore a disbelieving look. “Don’t believe that for a second.” He pulled back slightly, and turned her in his arms so she was facing him. A small line of worry was creased between his brows.

“You’ve been quiet all evening; something is obviously on your mind.”

Y/N shrugged again and looked down at their bare feet. “Just tired.”

Jensen put his knuckle under her chin and made her look at him. “Y/N. Tell me.”

Y/N was caught completely by surprise as her eyes welled up with tears. She didn’t know where these doubts were coming from or why she was feeling this way. Maybe it was just one too many snide questions.

Jensen’s face crumpled as he saw her tears. He cupped her cheeks and brushed them away as they spilled over her lashes. “Baby.” His voice was worried and confused. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, nothing happened. Really. It was just this reporter.”

Jensen waited for her to continue, but his worried expression darkened slightly in anger.

Y/N bit her lip and debated what to tell him, how to explain the feelings she barely understood herself. Finally she just went for the honesty they’d always had with each other; they’d never been afraid to ask for what they needed from one another, and what she needed was reassurance.

“Do you still want me? I mean, the same as you used to.”

Jensen seemed completely taken aback by the question. Clearly that hadn’t been where he expected this conversation to go. He shook his head.

“Why would you even ask that? Of course I do.”

Y/N frowned. “Don’t just tell me what I want to hear. Please, tell me the truth. Are there things about me you’d change if you could?”

Jensen’s expression turned thunderous and he dropped his hands from her cheeks to grip her upper arms. “Y/N.” He said firmly. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from? Of course I don’t want you to change.”

“I don’t mean my personality, or whatever.” Y/N explained wiping her tears away with both hands. “But my face or my body, the way I look. I know it isn’t the same as when we first met.”

Jensen shook his head, his voice incredulous. “Well no, you don’t look exactly the same as the day I met you over a decade ago.” He blew out an exasperated breath. “But you know, I’m pretty sure I don’t either.”

Y/N felt her skin flush. “But you’ve just gotten hotter.” She frowned. “Guys do that.”

She opened her mouth to say something more, but Jensen slammed his mouth down on hers, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and invading her completely. She let out a little whimper as his hands let go of her arms to grab her ass and press her hard against him. He kissed her long, deep, swallowing every soft moan.

When he pulled back his voice was husky with want. “Baby, I don’t know where these questions are coming from, but I know the answers.”

He grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it on his hard cock where it tented his pajama bottoms, obviously not restrained by underwear. She bit her lip as he closed his eyes and groaned when she wrapped her fingers around him.

“Feel this? It’s all for you, all because of you. Fuck, Y/N do you see what you do to me? Still? Always?” He pushed aside some of the bottles and jars that littered the countertop and lifted her onto it easily. His hand slipped between her legs and he groaned at her bare, wet pussy. “Believe me when I tell you that I want you. Every day. All the time. Years don’t change that.”

He shook his head. “In fact they just make things better cause now I know what happens if I do this.”

He dipped his head, sucking her satin clad nipple into his mouth, while his thick middle finger slid inside her body at the same time. A strangled cry left her lips and she thumped her head back against the mirror.

She felt him smile against her. “Exactly.”

He took his hand out of her to tug on her nightgown. She shifted slightly so he could pull the silky material over her head as he continued. “And yet, your body’s always a revelation to me. It never stops fascinating me.” His eyes followed the path of his fingers as he trailed them down her arms and then over the soft swell of her breasts. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin and her nipples puckered.

He circled his forefinger around the tight little bud, before dipping his head once again to flick the tip of his tongue against it.

Y/N moaned deeply and wrapped her fingers up in his honey brown locks. “Jensen.” She gasped as he sucked her breast into his mouth and drew on it deeply, causing her cunt to clench and quiver.

He pulled her forward, to the edge of the counter, and then dropped to his knees. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her wide open so he could reach his tongue up to tease her hole. Y/N plunged her hand back into his hair and tugged on it before pushing his head harder against her dripping pussy.

“God, fuck Jensen, yes.” She rambled.

He hummed against her folds before nibbling at her clit, making her knees try to lock around his ears. But his superior strength kept her legs spread wide so he could feast. He breathed hot against her, alternating between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking it between his plump, luscious lips.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was bucking against his mouth as she rode out her climax while he lapped up her juices. She panted desperately and tugged on his hair again, begging him. “Please Jensen, fuck me. I need to feel you, need you inside me so badly.”

Jensen stood and scooped her off the counter, walking back into their bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, making sure her head was propped up on the pillows, before stepping away from her. He moved far enough back so that she had an unencumbered view as he slowly lowered his pajama bottoms.

His cock sprang free to lean, hard and dripping, against his stomach. Y/N felt her mouth go dry and a keening moan erupted from her throat as he gripped himself in his fist, pumping slowly.

He walked towards her one slow step at a time. His voice was a growl. “Is this what you want?” She nodded, biting her lips and trying desperately not to come again, just from watching him.

“Tell me you want it.” Jensen ordered.

Y/N nodded again, almost frantically. “Yes, fuck. I want it. I want your cock.” She reached for him as he stood barely a foot from the side of the bed. “I need it. I need you.”

Jensen climbed onto the bed on his knees, grabbing up her wrists with both hands and pressing them into the pillows on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes as he spoke.

“And I need you too, Y/N. I need you desperately, obsessively. I need you every waking minute. I need your love and your kindness. I need your good soul and beautiful heart.” He entered her in one hard thrust and she cried out. “But I also need your soft body. I need to sink into you. I need to feel you move against me. I need to hear you say my name like a moan. I need to feel you clench tight around me.”

He began moving slowly, sliding in and out of her with silky, unhurried movements. “I will always love you. I will always want you. And I will never need you any less than completely.” He cupped her cheek with one hand. “Do you understand me?”

Y/N nodded and gasped as his cock slid over her sweet spot. “Yes. Yes.” Was all she could manage to chant. But it satisfied him and he began to move faster.

He switched positions slightly so he could lift her hips off the bed, hooking her knees over his forearms. He began to slam into her, hitting that same sweet spot over and over until Y/N was screaming out her overwhelming pleasure and falling into euphoria.

Jensen continued to jackhammer into her, grunting harshly with each thrust. He pounded into her pussy over and over until she was once again on the precipice of bliss. As his hips faltered, he dropped one of her legs so he could slide his thumb between their bodies and swirl it against her clit. She screamed again and fell for the third time, clenching around him and pulling his climax out of him, along with her own.

The familiar aftermath of damp skin pressed together and lungs starved for oxygen, brought Y/N a kind of all encompassing satisfaction and peace. When Jensen finally rolled off of her, she rolled with him, so she could slot herself up against his side, wrapping one arm over his ribs and laying her head on his chest as he ran his fingers teasingly up and down her back making her shiver.

They were both quiet for a few minutes before Jensen broke the silence. “Y/N tell me the truth.” He said, and Y/N could hear the protectiveness and anger on her behalf permeating his tone. “Did someone say something or do something to hurt you today?”

But she just shook her head. “No, it wasn’t any different than a million other interviews really.” She shrugged. “Something about it just hit me, I guess.”

She raised up on her elbow, chin in her hand, to look at him. “But if you tell me you love me as truly, madly, deeply as you did the day we met, then I believe you.”

Jensen frowned slightly. “Are you comparing me to a Savage Garden song?”

Y/N giggled, but ignored the question, kissing him softly before laying her head back down on his chest. She smiled against his skin as she spoke.

“I believe you, but tell me again.”

Jensen’s breath ruffled her hair as he sighed contentedly. “I will love you, and desperately want to devour you, every single day of my life - for the rest of my life.”

Y/N nodded, and her voice was full of confidence as she snuggled closer. “Thought so.”

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 month

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The Professors pet 2

Pairing:Professor!Jensen Ackles X Student!Reader

Warnings: hints of smut.

You woke up at your desk. "ugh I fell asleep again" You stood up and look at your clock and see it's close to six am.

You turn and grab your bag and toss your notes in and Amy texts you.

Amy-hey y/n i'm at school.

Y/n-okay be right there.

You grabbed this outfit.

You walked into the kitchen and your mom is talking to someone and you look and see jensen there. He smiles. "good morning Y/N" You froze. "um...Morning Jen- I mean professor"

Jensen bit his lip looking at you. "Did you uh..have breakfast yet?"

You grab an apple. "this will do for me" He walks to you. "Come on i'll take you to school" Your mother smiles. "he would be perfect for you honey"

"Mom! It's not like that, let's go" You wanted jensen out before your mother ran her mouth about you and how she wanted you with someone.

Jensen chuckles opening his car door for you. "your mom seems nice" You got in and said. "She's good at pretending"

Jensen gets into his car and drives away and says. "hmm...so did you study?"

You looked over at him. "Yes sir but I fell asleep around two am I think...but I did study"

He nods as he watched the road ahead of him. "Need help still?" You chew on your lip. "No Sir i should pass this test with flying colors"

Jensen smiles as he runs into a parking lot for McDonald's. "Here have my number if you need help"

He writes it down and hands it to me and our hands touch and it felt like sparks between us.

I take it. "thanks" we get out and walk into the small place and order food. Jensen says. "thanks have a good day"

We walk out and I grab my coke and take a sip. Jensen smiles. "y/n can we talk about yesterday?"

I get into the car seat and Munich on my hash browns. "what about it? you were the one who kissed me first"

Jensen smiles. "that bad uh?" You shake your head. "No it wasn't....it's just...not right? right? I mean I don't know what to say about it" You hung your head and Jensen places his hand on yours. "y/n look at me"

You looked at him and he says. "that kiss doesn't change who I am to you"

"yes it does! are you joking!? Jensen come on your newly divorced and already kissing other girls. who knows maybe i'm not that only girl you've hit on!"

You were mad at him because you didn't think it would be like that with him.

You already were stressed from family and here was this fucking prince charming being all sweet and loving to you and it wasn't helping you out at all.

Jensen frowns. "Y/n, Danneel and I split because of life it's not because of other girls in my life, honestly your the first girl I have felt this way since Dee."

You sigh. "We'll be late"

Jensen sighs. "okay fine" He drives away and I look out the window. I didn't know what to think of this man, one kiss and now he thinks i'm the girl of his dreams...ugh I hate how I felt about him...Amy was right you attracted the professors, it's not like you tried to it just happened...that's normal..right?

You felt the car park and you grab your bag and Jensen says. "Can we talk more after class?" You looked at him. "What else is there to talk about? We should just forget that happened"

He looks around and see it's empty and he leans to you kissing your lips, you wanted to pull away but your mind was clear when he was kissing you. He doesn't let the kiss last long before he pulls away and says. "See you later"

He gets out of the car and you sigh. "damn it'

You step out of his car and follow him into the school. Amy is by the lockers and she waves then smirks seeing Jensen walking by you. He walks past Amy.

"Good morning Miss Hart" She smiles and then her jaw drops when he walks past you and looks at you before he walks into the class room.

"Shut up!" Amy said when you told her. "Shh!! not the whole world needs to know!"

"you kissed him!? TWICE!???"

You nodded. "Well the he kissed me both times it's not me doing this"

"but still! Oh my God!"

You and Amy walk into the class room and your eyes go right to Jensen who is looking though his notes. You sit down and sip on your coke and Jensen scans the room and sees more students walking in.

During class your mind wouldn't stop thinking of Jensen hell even your mind was undressing him and you honestly didn't mind what you were seeing.

Jensen kept glancing at you while you were in class and he was stumbling over his words when your eyes met his. then you went into daydreaming mood.

You weren't seeing the book on the desk in front of you, you saw Jensen kissing your lips, neck and your breast god you mind got so far off the rails you didn't hear Jensen call your name until his hand was on your shoulder.

"Miss L/N" He said harshly. You jumped looking at him. "I'm sorry Professor I must have zoned out"

Jensen nods. "right" After class you stood up and Amy says. "Bye professor see you tomorrow" Jensen waves. "Bye" She looks at you and winks. "Have funnnn" She teased.

Jensen stands up and grabs his coat. "Y/N will you follow me to my office please?" You nodded feeling butterflies at how he said your name.

Jensen opened the door for you and you walk in and say. "About me zoning out, I didn't get much sleep i'm sorry sir" Jensen shuts the door and locks it. You turn and he walks to you. "It's okay I could tell you were daydreaming"

You blush slightly. "how could you tell?" He smiles. "you were biting your lip." You looked at his eyes. "oh" He smirks. "care to tell me what it was?"

"I shouldn't tell you sir" Jensen leans closer to you. "something I can help with?" You felt your core pulse around nothing. "if..you...um..want"

Jensen smiles as he kisses your lips softly.

You softly let him kiss you then you step back. "We...Jensen I mean your my.." Jensen looked at you walking closer to you again. 'You gave me the please fuck me eyes during class and I intend to do just that" He slowly takes your jeans off then tosses them to the ground.

"Jensen..." You moaned as he kissed your neck softly and he lifts you on his desk knocking over some papers. "that can wait"

Jensen leaves kisses down your neck he slowly take your shirt off and he growls when he sees your Blue lace bra. "Fuck you knew this would happen uh?" You blushed. "Maybe I planned it"

Jensen smiles and says. "You in for it now" He kisses you breast making you moan and arch your back. "hmm"

After you and him get fully undressed you grab his cock and start stroking it. 'Is this what you have been packing?"

Jensen groans as you keep up your hand on his cock. He was leaking with pre cum already and you doing this wasn't helping. "fuck if you keep that up I won't be cumming inside of you"

You looked into his green eyes and say. "Then do it," You lean to his ear. "Use me professor" You whispered into his ear.

he smiled sweetly as he looked at you. "Yes ma'am"

he slowly pushes into you and you gasp. "Hmm....fuck you feel good" Jensen moved slowly in and out of you forgetting if your own the pill but you knew this won't happen again just this one time you wanted him to badly.

"he speeds up his movements and says. "God you feel good too..so tight for me" You lay back on his desk as his grip on your hips would surely leave bruises on your soft skin.

Jensen was like a drug you finally got more of and you were loving this.

"I'm so...close Jens" He smiles kissing your lips. "me too..." he tells you to let go whenever you want he liked it when he wasn't in control to much.

You let out a moan as you came around him. He let go inside of you panting. "Fuck that was good" You said with a smile.

He pulls out and says. "Good thing I have a bathroom next to my office." He walks into it and grabs a rag and helps you clean up. You kiss his cheek. "This shouldn't happen again Jensen, it was nice but..it was wrong"

He got dressed and you did the same when he says. "I won't promise you that"

You looked at him making your cheeks turn bright red. This man will be one hell of a teacher...how were you ever going to look at him the same after you two just fucked? You grab your bag and say. "See you tomorrow?"

Jensen nods. "same time same place?" he joked. You shook your head. "I meant for class Jensen" He laughs. "yes see you for class Y/n" You walked out and headed back home. You didn't know what to think about him now. Ugh summer break couldn't come fast enough.

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You Saved Me (Part 11)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After doing some job hunting you bump into your friend Dean but he's not traveling alone

WORD COUNT: 3597

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WARNINGS: demon Dean, swearing, single mum, knives, violence, choking (in a none sexy way), details of injuries, details of fighting, smut, choking (in a sexy way), dom Dean, sub reader, hitting, oral (f recieving), orgasm control, biting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, creampie,

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- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

You put the various shopping bags into your boot. Cursing as one of the bags falls out. Spilling thevarious food items onto the car park floor. You kneel down. Cursing as you realise the bag has split. "Youve got to be fucking me". Resting your forehead into your hand as you try and regain your sanity back.

"Here" you hear a British voice say "let me help. They gave me an extra bag. You can use that one" you look up. Seeing a man with dark hair, facial hair, and light eyes holding out a plastic bag.

"Thank you" he opens the bag. Holding it out as you start placing your items into it. You see the bag he was holding. Filled with what looks like mainly beer. He must be having some party. "You're a life saver" you smile at him as he chuckles slightly

"Thats debatable but... thanks" you place the last items into the bag. He passes the bag to you. Taking it from him. STanding up as you place it into your boot. SHutting it down you turn to thank him again. He kneels down

"I think you dropped your ring" he picks it up. Flinching as it burns his skin slightly. You freeze slightly. Thumb going to the two rings still on your fingers. "SHit" he says. Looking at the ring then you. He stands up, pushing his shoulders back slightly as he watches you bend down. Grabbing the ring from the floor you place it into the bag. Based on the ring he touched you deduced hes possessed. You stand back up and look at him. His friendly demeanour has changed into a passive aggresive one. He goes to speak but you shake your head slightly

"I dont want any trouble" he watches you, his lips slightly apart as he analysises your behaviour. He knows that yiy know what he is. Yet he relises you show no sign of fear. You put your hands up in a slight defense pose. "Ive had a really shitty day and I just want to go back home and forget today happened" you put out your hand. Your left hand - the one without the rings on. "I promise. Thats all I want to do" he nods slightly. Taking your hand he shakes it. You smile slightly ar him "thank you again for the help" you drop his hand, going to the front seat of your car. Getting in you check the rear view mirror. The man you saw is now gone. You grip the steerig wgeek. Letting out the breath you didnt realise you were holding.

"What the fuck just happened...?" you mutter to yourself. Checking your backseat. Hitting the seats and double checking the footwells. "Youre fine. Im fine. Im fine" you say. You check your phone for the time. Perfect. Enough time to drop the shopping off at home then go job hunting before you have to pick your kids up from school. You start driving. STopping at the first pub you see. No luck. The next three cafes and two bars you get given the same response

"Sorry we arent hiring at the moment"

You pull up to the bed and breakfast. Desperate at this point. You go inside. Smiling at the person behind the desk "Hey there. Im looking for a job and I wondered if you had any availibilty?" she looks at you. Nodding slightly

"I will contact my boss and see if he has any places for you" she grabs a pen and paper "if you write down your details then we can contact you" she smiles at you as you write down yor name and number. You thank her. Turning around you and going to the car park. You unlock your car. Going to open it you see a familiar face. Smiling as you lock your car back up. Walking over to Dean as he opens the door to his room

"Well aint this a nice surprise" he turns to face you. Hand moving from the handle as he smiles, his eyes trailing down your body

"Wasnt expecting to see you here" he says as his eyes meet yours again "arent you a bit far from home?" you nod

"Its a long story"

"I have time if you want to come in for a bit?" you bite your bottom lip slightly before nodding. He smiles, opening the door for you. Letting you go in as he follows. Taking his flannel off, leaving him in just a shirt. You take off your coat. Placing it over the back of the plush airmchair. He grabs out two beets before he sits down on the edge of one of the beds. You go and sit on the bed opposite him. He offers you one of the beers. Taking it and taking a sip of it.

"God I needed this" he chuckles, drinking his drink as he rests his hands on his knees. Leaning forward as he looks at you

"What happened?"

"I got fired from my job. But no where is hiring so Ive had to come and look furhter out my comfort zone. It sucks but it is what it is. I need money and waiting is what Im good at" he nods, maintaining eye contact wih you

"SOmething else is bothering you"

"Yeah. Lydia has a cold, Anna has new baces so shes in pain all the time. My landlord is a dick and keeps being weird around me meaning I need to leave and find a new place to live" you break the eye contact "plus I did some shopping earlier and my bag broke which just really added onto my shitty day. Evrything just costs money that I dont have and its just stressing me out" he nods slightly. You place the beer to your lips, downing the rest of the drink. He chuckles slightly as you place the now empty bottle onto the bedside cabinet.

"I get why your so stressed" you nod. Rubbing your face before looking at him again, smiling softly before you shut your eyes slightly

"I'll be ok. I always am" he nods. You can feel his eyes on you. You open your eyes as you feel him move near you. Placing down his beer next to your empty one. He gently places a hand on your leg

"I can help relieve some of your stress, if you'd like?" a soft smirk on his face as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You nod slightly, watching as he stands up. He comes over to you, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb "do you trust me?"

"Yes. I trust you Dean" you whisper. No hesitation in your voce as he smiles at you. Your eyes fixed on his ashe gently pushes his thumb into your mouth. You wrap you lips around it. STicking your tongue out slightly as you suck on the digit. He lets out a soft grunt. Moving his hand down as he grips your jaw with his hand. Bending down as he kisses you. You grip his shirt near his stomach, feeling him push his tongue into your mouth. Letting out a soft whine as he tightens his grip onto your jaw.

You feel him moving his hand down to you throat. Pushing you down so you lay on the bed. Your legs over the edge. His lips still on your as your hands let go of his shirt. Gavvig his wrist as you feel him move his lips to your collar bone. You feel him move his leg between yours. Pushing his leg up, his thigh pushng against your core. You rut your hips slightly against him. A soft moan escaping your lips. A dark chuckle brushes air over your neck as he moves his face back up to yurs. A quick kiss to your lips makes you open your eyes. Half lidded as you meet his. Dark from lust a he smiles down at you.

He gently squeezes your throat. Causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Rutting your hips against his leg. Biting your lip as the friction of your jeans hits just the right spot. He titls his head slightly as he looks at you. Letting go of your throat as he stands up. Slowly undoing your jeans and pulling them down the lenght of your legs. He kisses the insides of your thighs. "Please..." you whisper. He comes back up, kissing you as you feel his figertips dance over your bare legs.

"Are you still on the pill, Rose?" you nod slightly. Feeling his fingers trace around the top of your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. Dragging his fingers over your cunt. Causing you to gasp out slightly as his finger finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it. "Cum without my permisiion and there will be consequences, understood?" You shut your eyes. Feeling him moving beside you, only focusing on his fingers. You gasp out as you feel him hit your senstive pussy. "Understood?"

You meet his eyes. Nodding as you watch him kneel down. "I understand". He smiles. Pushing your pussy apart as his tongue finds you clit as easily as his fingers had. "Holy fuck" you moan out. Hands going to his head as you hold him close to your core. Gripping his hair as you feel him push two fingers into you. Gridning your hips against his tongue and fingers. Getting closer and closer to your high. "Dean. Please" you groan. He hums in repsonse, causing virbations to go through your core. "Shit. Go-gonna cum... Please... wanna cum..." he hums again. You can feel a soft smile on his face as you rut your hips more aggresivly. His free hand coming round and resting on between your pubic area and your belly button. Pushing down hard onto it.

"Dean!" you cry out "Please" gripping his hair tightly as you try your best not to orgasm. With every flick of his tongue, curl of his finger, it get more diffuclt. You feel him move away slightly. Uttering three simple words

"Cum for me". With that you let go. Your legs clamping around his head as you pull him close to you. Truly unholy sounds coming out from your lips as you feel yourself letting go. You let go of the grip you have on his hair. Unclamping your leg. Eyes flutering open as you feel him pushing your shirt up as he kisses over your stomach. Eventually pushing it over your breasts. Biting at the flesh exposed by your bra. Kissing your neck before he pulls your tip over your head.

Hands going over your boobs before trailing around your torso. You arch your back, allowing him better access to unhook your bra. He tosses your clothes onto the floor. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. His hand goes to your cheek as he kisses you. Yur brow furrows slightly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands going to the back of his hair, gripping it as he leans over you. Kissing you deeply as he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you up as he pushes himself off of the bed. You place your feet onto the floor. Moving away from his lips as he pulls away. Pulling his shirtr over his head. You bite your bottom lip as you trace your nails down his chest and stomach. Causing him to give you a devilish smile as he watches you.

You trace your hands over his biceps as he undoes his belt. Keeping eye contact as he removes his lower halfs. Hearing them drop ont the floor you lean forward. Kissing him gently as you place your hands on the side of his face. His hands go to your hips. Pulling away from the kiss he turns you around. Kissing your neck before pushing between your shoulder blade. Making you bend over, hands resting onto the bed. His hands grip at your ass, kicking your feet apart slightly so he can see you better. On full display for him. You feel a prodding at your entrance. Feeling him push himself fully into you.

"Fuck" he mutters. Your mouth a silent O as he stretches you out. He doesnt leave you much time to adjust before hes starting thrusting in and out. You grip the bed sheets, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as he grinds his hips against yours. He places a hand on your lower back. Allowing him to go faster and deeper. You hide your face into the bed. Muffling the noises you make. You feel his grab you hair. Pulling you by the roots upwards. Your back against his torso as he slows his thrusts slghtly "let me hear all those pretty noises" you shut your eyes tightly as he harshly thrusts. Moving the hand that was on your lower back down to find your clit. Rubbing onto it a he speeds up his thrusts again.

"Dean oh god"you moan out. "Wanna cum"

"Not until I say so" he almost growls into your ear. You keep your eyes shut, resting your head into his shoulder as you focus. Feeling him but trying not to cum.

"Please Dean..." you mumble "please" he kisses your neck

"Soon..." he mutters in repsonse. Picking up his pace. He moves his hand from your hair to your throat. Gently squeezing it. Your hands grip at him. On going to each of his hands. Gripping his wrists tightly as you feel his hips starting to lose their rythm. You let out a long whine as it gets harder to old back your orgasm. He grunts, nipping at your shoulder before whispering to you "cum beautiful"

With those words you let go. A truly sinful moan leaving your lips as you collapse against his body. You faintly register his grunts happening before feeling him stilling his hips. His seed filling you up. You moan out at the feeling. Moving your hand from his wrist up to his head. You turn your head. Planting a kiss to his lups as you grip his hair. The grip on your throat tightening slightly. The both of you heavily breathing as you come down from your highs.

"I think thats the best fuck Ive had in a long time" he chuckles at your statement. Dropping his hand from your throat

"Cant argue with that" he smiles. You feel him pull out of you. You push your legs toegther instinctiyl as you feel your mixed juices start to come out of you. He chuckles slight.y Going into the bathroom he grabs out a towel. Handing it to you, you use it to clean yourself up. Chucking it back into the bathroom. Putting your bra and pants back on as Dean puts on his pants and jeans. Just as the door opens. You grab your shirt, placing it onto yourself you turn. Freezing slughtly as you see the man from the car park.

"WHy do you never learn to knock?" Dean says

"Its a shared room. There are ways to show if youre using it" the british mans looks at you, smiling slightly "Pleased to meet your aquaintance again. I never did get a name"

"Rose. My name is Rose" you murmer "Hey Dean can I have a chat with you? Please?" he looks at you, then at his friend.

"I'll wait outside" they exchange a look. One you dont quite understand. As soon as the door shuts you turn to face Dean

"I know this is going to sound insane but you need to trust me with this" he nods. Going over to his bag he starts shuffling around it "Ok so your friend out there"

"Crowley"

"Yeah whatever his name is. Hes a demon. I met him earlier and he touched my ring and I left him to it because I had a really shitty day and I couldnt be bthered to deal with-"

"Kat. Breath" you stop. Taking in a breath. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. Watchng as youre chest rises and falls deeply as you calm your nerves. Turning back once youd regained your breath

"I didnt want to deal with demons at the time. So I left him. And he left me. But I feel like I should tell you this as Im worried he might do something to you"

"I'll be ok" he turns to face you.

"I know you will be but I thought I should tell you so that you can be prepared for when he turns dark eyes on you" he chuckles slightly. Holding up the item in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" you look, shaking your head slightly. SOme sort of bone looking item. Teeth on it still and everything

"No" he takes a step towards you, both your eyes on the item as he holds it up.

"This is the first blade" eyes looking at you as he continues to step closer t you. You step backwards insticntivly. Eyes now on him as he smiles. Not his usual cocky smile. This one is a lot more sinister. "Its a powerful weapon. Destroys all living things so long as the user has the mark of cain"

"Thanks for that brief history lesson" you say. Sarcasm on your voice as you try and hide the fear you feel flodding over your body. Determined to stand your ground as he now stands infront of you. Your brain going frantic over what might be happening. Not a shifter. Or ghost possession. They wouldve reacted to your rings. You run your thumb over your fingers. Only two rings. Your blessed one still sitting at the bottom of your shopping bag. He places it onto your cheek bone. Smiling as you shake slightly from fear. Eyes on his as he darts his tongue out accross his teeth "Dean. Please fight this. Kick the fucker out" he chuckles. A low, dark chuckle.

"This is all me sweetheart" he trails his knife down your face. You grab his wrist. Pushing the blade away from you as you pish against his chest. Moving him away from you as you make a bolt for the door. You get it slightly open. Just about to get out you see a plam close it shut. SLamming the door. The hand that was on the door now grabbing your throat. Bringing you close to him as he drags you away from your only exit. Your hands grab at his tightening fist. Just as hes about to choke you out he drops you. Throwing you slightly down as you take in deep breaths. Hands coming up to your throat as you choke for air, moving backwards as you stay sat on the floor. Your back hitting the end of the bed frame

"Come on. Wheres that fight in you?" you shake your head. Him towering over you as you look up at him

"I dont want to hurt you Dean" he laughs as he comes closer. You try and go further into the bed.

"Thats a shame. Because I have no problem with hurting you" you go to kick him. He grabs your ankle. Pulling yu down so your safety of the bed behind is taken away. The sudden change forcing you to lose balance and lie on your back. You dont have time to react as he drags the blade over the length of your thgih. You cry out, hands coming up to cover over your chest as he kneels down. Straddling over your waist.

"Please Dean. Please stop. I-" you stammer before you can finish your words. He smiles slightly

"Go on. Say it" he smiles a truly wicked smile as those words mock you. Taunt you. You feel your bottom lip tremble slightly as you say those three little words.

"I love you..." you whsiper out. Your eyes darint between his. Hoping to see some sort of humanity appear behind him. SOm sort of mercy. But there is no emotion. No sign of affection towards you. Instead you are met with an almost feral look. The smile still adorning his face

"I think its funny that you think that will stop me from killing you" he says in an almost sing song. "If anything that'll make this more fun" he grabs your hands. Pinning them above your head as you try and wriggle out from under him. Feeling him use the edge of the knife to lift your shirt up slightly. Cutting your stomach just below your belly button. You scream out, trying to move your hands away from his grip. He goes to cut you slightly higher up when theres a knock at the door.

"Help me!" you scream out. His hand with the blade in coming up to cover your mouth. He leans down close to you. SHushing you as he meets your eyes. Only mere inches away from your face as he smiles.

"I wish we had longer" he moves his hand from your mouth. Gently tracing the blade down you throat until it rests in the centre of your stomach "But that was my cue to hurry this along" he pushes the blade into your belly. Pain filling your body as you feel him remove the weapon. Bringing it up slightly you feel him piercing it through your chest. Causing you to cry out again before the world turns to black.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, slight somno, oral sex, tiny elf male nearly dies happily from pussy, human reader, stalker behaviour.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake’s whole body shakes with giddiness, running into your bedroom with a giant smile. He stops and stares at everything in wonder, and there’s a sparkle in his eyes as Jake takes in the larger things. His bright blue eyes land on your sleeping figure, feeling his heart skip before running over to your bed and desperately climbing the sheets that hang over the sides.

Soft grunts and groans escape him as he pulls his tiny body up, and a sigh of relief leaves him when he finally reaches the top and flops down. Jake quickly stands, steadying himself before heading over to you. His eyes widen when he realises you have nothing on underneath, stumbling around to your spread legs, and his mouth begins to water.

Your soft, silk-white nightie hiked against your hips, exposing your glistening core. The tiny creature quickly gets closer, Jake’s eyes rolling back as your sweet scent enters his senses. A soft squeak leaves his lips when Jake’s small hands touch your flesh.

Excitedly, Jake quickly strips from his uniform, tossing his tights, sweater and hat to the side before he dives in. His tiny tongue moves against your soft cunt, licking and sucking all of your juices into his mouth. Jake’s head moves swiftly from side to side as he fills the room with moans and groans, never having tasted anything sweeter.

Jake laps up your marshmallow-tasting juices, eyes rolling to the back of his head before he leans up and sucks your swollen pearl-shaped clit into his mouth. His eyes closed, enjoying the feel and taste of you. Never wanting to leave this little slice of heaven he’s stumbled across.

His mind becomes clouded, his mouth moving to your opening, where your delicious honey leaks out. Jake becomes so lost in your taste, his head slowly poking inside you as he wants more. He needs more, and his tiny hands grip the sides of your folds as he pulls them open. Becoming greedy and hungry, Jake doesn’t realise how lost in you he has become.

Jake begins to crawl inside, not in control of his actions. Drowning in you as his tongue swirls and slurps up every bit of your sweet juices as he can, his bare body covered in the sweetness without realising.

You wake, confused and slowly blinking away the blurriness. The feeling of something moving inside you awakens you from your slumbers, a soft moan falling from your lips at something prodding your sweet spot. Your hand slowly moves down your body, brushing against your erect nipples before appearing between your legs.

The feel of your wetness arouses suspicion, and admittedly, you were having pleasant dreams of some large unknown man with a greying beard and a thick cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole.

Slowly, your fingers enter your gaping hole. Searching for whatever has managed to enter you while you slept, strangely feeling calm and somehow knowing it isn’t something as bad as others would think. Brows furrow as your fingers connect with something, wrapping around whatever it is and slowly pulling it out.

You lift your hand, blinking in confusion as your gaze is met with a tiny naked man. Same but different from the one from a few nights ago, the little being between your grasp squirms, seeming busy with licking the leftovers of you from his skin. A joyful hum comes from this creature as he seems off in his own world.

Slowly, still confused. You place the tiny man down onto your chest, watching as he happily hums before it stops, and he slowly looks up. A pout forms on his face as he looks around, wondering why he isn’t between your legs and devouring your sweet nectar. His head slowly turns, gaze connecting with yours, and his eyes widen.

Jake clears his throat, saddened by being disturbed and taken away from his heaven. His cheeks turn a bright cherry red, feeling embarrassed that he’s been caught indulging in his desires, especially by such a pretty human with a small, shy smile. He lifts his tiny hand and waves, aware that he’s still covered in your delicious juices. Jake slowly stands, his legs wobbling before he darts back between your legs.

He casts a sad, longing look at your cunt before picking up his clothes and darting his way down and off the bed. Jake makes his great escape, tugging on his uniform as he runs, not looking back to see you watching him with a still-confused gaze.

Slowly, you lie back down against your pillow. Blinking away the confusion as exhaustion takes over your mind and body, you don’t notice the large man in your room as sleep takes over.

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Warning: Soldier Boy thots - Minors DNI

wanna talk about this gif but I will save that for another convo kgjadlkgjd

Thinking of Soldier Boy and his toned, muscular body. He’s so strong he can stand and carry you while fucking you silly. Since he’s a supe, it’s fairly easy for him to drape your legs over his forearms, grip your hips, and bounce you on top of his cock. Feeling his tip deep inside you makes you gush around him.

At first, the only grip you have on him is your nails clawing his back and shoulders. As his skin grew slick with sweat, you can only manage to hold his thick, golden brown hair. The moment you tug at the roots of his hair, Soldier Boy turns animalistic. His green eyes are blown with lust and he unleashes a growl that he only lets out on the battlefield.

Like a snap of the fingers, he mercilessly pumps you up and down his length as if you are a fleshlight. Except a plastic toy can’t feed into his inflated ego the way you do when you remind him how good he fucks you. Your moans are music to his ears and your facial expressions are a picture perfect view.

A few hard strokes later, you are twitching and screaming in his arms from a blissful orgasm. It’s only a matter of time before Soldier Boy holds your hips tightly against his to fill you with his cum.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none, nervous!jensen that's super cute

Request by anon: Hey, can i request a series or one shot with Jensen x actress/singer reader, where the reader is very famous actress and singer that work in Marvel as Black Widow, Game of Thrones, TVDU, etc and Jensen loved her and always are talking about her in set without knowing that she is Gen Padalecki best fiends and Jared Padalecki friends and Jared tell her all Jensen said about her so she was casted as a new character who is Dean love interest without him knowing and in the end they end together and have kids?

Summary: You're a famous actress that's been in lots of movies and TV shows. Jensen has a huge crush on you and doesn't know that the newest person to be hired onto Supernatural is none other than you.

Square Filled: what if (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: just pretend that each of the shows/movies she's been in took place one after the other instead of going on at the exact same time.

Jared and Jensen have a few minutes alone before their panel. Jared is snacking on whatever they provided them with while Jensen is sitting on the couch browsing on his phone. Jared has his wife on FaceTime as he is stuffing his face, and she laughs at the food dripping from his mouth.

“Baby, why can’t you eat normally?”

“What? I’m hungry,” he says, more food spewing from his mouth.

“Our kids eat better than you,” she chuckles.

“Jen, tell her I eat normally.” Jared turns to his friend but Jensen isn’t listening to a word he’s saying. He has one of his Airpods in watching a video. “Are you guys coming to the panel?”

“Yeah, we’re just exploring right now.”

“Hi, Daddy!” Odette smiles and jumps into the frame.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Say bye!”

All three of his kids say bye just before Gen hangs up on him. Jared finishes eating his snack before walking over to his friend. He takes a seat next to him to see what video he’s watching and smirks when he sees you on the screen.

“So, what do you want to do when the panel is over? What section of the convention do you want to visit?” Jared asks knowing Jensen isn’t listening.

He’s too invested in the video of you doing press for your new Marvel movie. You play the elusive Black Widow in all of the Marvel films, and you just got done filming your own solo movie. You’ve done some press for the movie even before it comes out to prepare people for what to expect and things of that nature.

“You’re obsessed with her,” Jared chuckles.

“Shut up, I’m not,” Jensen barks. “I’m just an admirer of her movies.”

“You have posters of her locked away in your collection.”

Jensen slaps his friend on the chest and continues watching the video. It’s true, Jensen has a major crush on you not only for Black Widow but for every role you’ve ever done. You’ve played Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, Katherine and Elena in The Vampire Diaries, and so much more. You’re such a talented person that acting is like second nature to you. You can do almost any role you’ve ever landed, and you’ve won a lot of awards for it which you’re proud of.

“Damn, look at her. She’s gorgeous,” Jensen says with metaphorical hearts in his eyes. Jared laughs and Jensen shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I have a major crush on this woman. What are you gonna do about it?”

“We’re about to do a panel. Come on.”

Jensen and Jared get ready to go out on stage. All their fans cheer for them when they make an appearance. Jared scans the audience to see his wife there with her phone pointed at him. He nods once and turns to Jensen knowing his wife is getting this on video.

“Alright, any questions?” Jared asks. A lot of hands go up in the air, and he points to the person whom Gen gestures. “What’s your name?”

“Elisa. I’m such a huge fan of both of you. My question is for Jensen. I watched a video you did talking about the actress Y/N. She just finished her movie Black Widow. Is it true you have a crush on her?”

Everyone cheers for this question but quiets down to give Jensen an opportunity to answer. His entire face reddens at the question and becomes extremely conscious of what he’s wearing, what he’s saying, and how he’s behaving as if you’re in the room.

“Wow, there’s a lot to unpack here. Look, she’s gorgeous, I’m not gonna lie. If she were standing in front of me now, I don’t think I’d form complete sentences. So, yes, I have a crush on her.”

Everyone laughs at how shy he’s becoming, and Gen looks at the person she’s on FaceTime with.

“He’s so cute,” you chuckle through the screen. “Very charming.”

You’re a really good friend of the Padalecki family. You met Gen through a non-profit organization she was funding a while back and became fast friends with her. She and Jared welcomed you into their family immediately but it was never known to Jensen that you knew them.

“Just wait until you meet him in person.”

“Isn’t it true that there is still an opening for that female character on their show?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in between projects right now. I’d be happy to audition if you want to bring that to Jared.”

“I’ll have him hook you up,” Gen smirks.

“Is that Y/N?” Shep asks and forces his face into the frame.

“Hey, Shep,” you grin.

Supernatural is about to start filming its eleventh season which means the director is desperate to fill the role of Dean’s love interest. Jared brought you up as an option, the director had you audition, and you were offered the part before leaving the building to go home. Jensen still doesn’t know that you were the one who was offered the role, just that the position had been filled.

“Isn’t it a bit suspicious that we haven’t met this new person?” Jensen asks.

“Talk to the director, dude.” Jared gets a call from the director and answers it with a smile. “Hey. Are you here? … Perfect. I’ll be right there.”

“Whose that?”

“Gen is here. I gotta go. I’ll be right back.”

Jared leaves before Jensen can ask any other questions. He meets up with you and the director who is waiting for him on the other side of the set.

“Jared!” you grin and give him a friendly hug. “Working together is going to be so fun.”

You’re not sure how long you’ll be on the show, but you hope it’s going to last years.

“Is he ready?”

“He’s practicing his lines right now.”

Jared escorts you to the main set where Jensen is. He’s already in his Dean clothes since they are scheduled to film right now. His back is turned to you when you enter the room so you think this is the perfect opportunity to scare him. He is holding a prop gun and muttering his lines when you jump in front of him. He yelps and drops the gun as you let out an infectious laugh.

“What?” he stutters when he sees you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you grin and hold out your hand for him. Jensen is a stuttering mess but shakes your hand nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s going to play your new love interest,” Jared says and slaps him on the back lightly.

“It’s going to be so much fun working with you.”

“Yeah, same here,” Jensen manages to get out. “Excuse me for a second.” He brings Jared off to the side to talk to him privately. “What the hell? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, she’s a family friend.”

“How did I not know this?”

“I’m good at keeping secrets when I want to,” he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same room as her.”

“You’re welcome,” Jared smirks and pats his back.

Jared walks away just as you approach Jensen.

“I hope you’re okay with me being here.”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly. I love your movies. You’re an amazing actress.”

“Thank you,” you smile. “I love this show. Dean just so happens to be my favorite character.”

That makes Jensen blush. Over the next couple of months, you’ve been filming with the boys as much as you can. It’s been nothing but fun especially when you participate in their pranks on Misha. You and Jensen are growing closer, more than you ever thought you would. He’s super nice, sweet, charming, and very sexy. He’s everything a girl would want in a man. This was inevitable, but you got to the part in your onscreen relationship where your characters share a kiss. He’s super nervous as are you since you both have feelings for one another.

“Dean, I don’t know why you’re bugging out. The hunt went exactly as planned,” your character says as you unpack your duffel bag.

“You got hurt. How is that exactly as planned?”

“We got the bad guy. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Not at the cost of your life! How could you think so little of it?”

“Dean, it’s just a scratch. I’ve gotten worse wounds than this.”

“God, you’re not getting it,” he scoffs.

“What? Please explain to me how you’re feeling.”

“It’s your life! No monster is worth that. You’re too important to me.” Jensen walks over to you and cups your jaw. The moment is so intense, so intimate. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here,” you whisper.

You two stare into your eyes right before he smashes his lips on yours. He isn’t kissing you like how Dean would, he’s kissing you like how he would. The kiss is supposed to be short and sweet but Jensen keeps it going as long as he can. Your lips mold with his perfectly as if you were meant to be doing this your whole life.

The director yells CUT and Jensen pulls away from you slightly. He cheers at getting it on one take, and you step back from him with a nervous chuckle.

“Good job you two! Take ten everyone!”

“Listen, if you ever want to practice lines or… other things, you’re more than welcome to come to my trailer. You know, practice makes perfect.”

“I’ll make sure to take you up on that offer,” he smirks.

And practice did make perfect. After hearing the story of how you met Jenson yet again, both your daughters clap happily.

“Tell the story again!” your six-year-old giggles.

“Again!” your four-year-old laughs after her sister.

“Not tonight, girls,” you grin and kiss both their heads.

“Go to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning,” Jensen says.

You and Jensen leave their room and close the door gently. Jensen brings you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Landing that role has been the best thing to ever happen to me,” you whisper to him.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” Jensen smiles and kisses you.

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Friends With Benefits 🖤

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader (Y/N) goes through a breakup and is feeling vulnerable so her FWB, Dean Winchester cheers her up in the best way.

Inspired song: Get Mine, Get Yours by Christina Aguilera

Bold Text: Song lyrics

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (male receiving), mature and sexual language.

Reader (Y/N’s) P.O.V

“No Gabe, I can’t do this anymore..” you said on the phone.

You were having yet another fight with this guy you were currently seeing. It really wasn’t an exclusive relationship but you still had feelings for him. But over the past week, there’s been nothing but fighting, the situation was toxic and it was a waste of energy.

“No, I don’t want to work this out anymore, we’ve tried and nothing has changed. I’m sorry but it’s over, goodbye.”

You hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table in front of you.

“What a jerk….” You muttered to yourself.

You placed your face in your hands and began to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

You picked your phone back up again and deleted his number from your contact list. After that, you went through your contacts again hoping to call your friends to help cheer you up.

Then you came across a contact name that you recognized:

Dean Winchester….. your friend with benefits. That green eyed, hot as fuck, bad boy hunter. How could I forget him? He’s so perfect…. You thought to yourself.

The line began to ring and he picked up right away.

“Hello?” His deep masculine voice said.

“Dean, it’s (Y/N). I know this is so random but are you busy right now?”

“No, Sam and I just finished up a case…actually near where you live. Why what’s up?”

“Well, um, remember when we became friends with benefits and you said we can call each other whenever we needed to hook up?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I’m feeling very lonely and vulnerable right now….and I need you Dean. Desperately.”

“Say no more, sweetheart I’m on my way.”

An Hour Later….

Before Dean arrived, you decided to freshen up. You touched up your hair and make up just a tad, and put on some sexy lingerie, with a silk robe to cover it up.

Knock Knock.

You raced to get the door, and there he was standing before you. Just as handsome as ever.

He was wearing a dark green jacket (which complimented his eyes perfectly) with a black T-shirt underneath. And his regular jeans with boots.

“Well hello there handsome.” You said in a seductive voice

“What’s cookin 'good lookin?” He said as he winked at me.

You began to bite your lips as you pulled him in aggressively by the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips on his. He immediately responded by melting into the kiss. His hands went around your waistline and began to grab your ass.

Can you put your hands on my waistline?

Want your skin up against mine

Move my hips to the baseline

Let me get mine, you get yours

Smack. A red mark was left on your ass.

“Oh Dean, you are a very naughty boy.” You moaned softly to him.

He looked at you grinning like a seductive devil, only wanting you more.

He untied the silk robe from your body and let it pool by your feet. His eyes grew wide as he looked at your lingerie set, running them up and down your body.

It was a black lacy corset bra, with a thong to match, and some black stockings that went up to your thighs, and straps that linked up to them.

You took his hand and led him to your room.

You laid down on the bed and Dean crawled on top of you.

He began kissing your neck, leaving love marks along it, he took a hand and started playing with your boobs. He pulled down your corset bra, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard already and Dean could tell.

He sucked and flicked lightly on each nipple, causing you to moan in pleasure.

“Mmmmm, Dean…..”

“Your tits are so perfect baby.” He groped each one, massaging them softly.

You reached down at the hem of his shirt pulling it up off of him. You admired his strong chest and abs, you also noticed the pentagram tattoo and planted a kiss on it.

You reached for the belt on his pants, undoing it and pushing them down revealing his boxers.

He pushed them down and his thick cock sprang free, it was so big. Just like you remembered.

“Lay back Dean, I need to taste you.”

He did as he was told and you took a hold of his cock. Gliding your tongue along the slit licking the pre-cum that came out of him.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

“Well it’s about to get even better.” You teased, and you took all of him in your mouth and began sucking him like a lollipop.

He groaned and moaned in pleasure, his cock twitching in your mouth. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, and yanked it as your head bobbed up and down.

“You’re so good for me, taking me all in your mouth like that baby.” He said in a husky voice. “Use that pretty little mouth.” Groaning his head back in pleasure.

You kept going sucking and groping faster and faster until he cummed in your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby….” He breathed heavily. You swallowed every last drop of him, and he wiped some of it off your chin with his thumb, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s my good girl, now lay down for me, and take those panties off….I need to be inside of you.”

Put my back into a slow grind

Sending chills up and down my spine

Let me get mine, you get yours

You did as you were told and spread your legs open, and he admired your glistening pussy.

He teased you a bit, going in and out at first rubbing the tip on your clit, “Dean, please don’t tease me.”

He then pushed hard inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“I almost forgot how tight you are baby. Your pussy is so perfect.”

“You feel so fucking good Dean, keep going don't you dare stop.”

He continued to grind against you, moans filled the room and you didn't care how loud you were. You dug your nails into his back, leaving marks, you clung onto him like he was your lifeline. His strong hands gripped your waist tight as he thrusted in and out of you. Your legs were getting weak, you could feel the moment come to you.

“I’m so close, ohh my god!”

“Me too, where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Inside me please, Dean. Fill up this tight little pussy."

"Yes, ma'am." He said while growling.

And he did, as he pulled out he looked down at the glistening liquid that was coming out of your pussy. He bent down and sucked up all of your juices, as you moaned back in pleasure.

He laid down next to you, as he took you in his arms.

"Wow, Dean that was so amazing, I need to call you more often." You said winking at him.

"I'll be honored to help you out sweetheart." He said as he smirked seductively.

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 2: The Only Man In The Sky

Chapter 1/ Next Chapter

"You sure you wanna go see her?" Bethany asked me after I called her on the phone the next day. "Not really but...it must be important if she's contacting me." I said. "I'm not sure if I like it." Bethany said and I giggled. "I'll be okay, Mom." I laughed, sarcastically. "Hey, I know you can handle yourself but...I still worry." Bethany said. "I appreciate it." I said as I pace along the living room.

*3rd Person POV*

M.M. hears a knocking at his door and he goes to answer it. He opens it and sees Butcher standing there, his hands behind his back, and he lets out a sigh. “All right, mate?” Butcher asked him and Janine, M.M.’s daughter comes up next to her father. “Bloody hell, Janine. You shot up. You remember your Uncle Billy, don't you?” He asked and the girl stares at him before nodding, slightly.

”Here. I got this for you.” Butcher said as he pulls out a box of a Lego set of Vought tower. “You and your dad can build it together. 523 pieces of family fun.” Butcher said and M.M. glares at him.

Later, Janine starts on working on the Lego set while Butcher and M.M. talk. “Okay, one, you don't just pop up here. You call first. And, two, eff Soldier Boy. I don't give a mothereffin' doo-doo how he checked out.” M.M. argued. “Ah, bollocks. He didn't die like no hero. I'll wager he went out on his knees, begging like a right cսոt.” Butcher said. “What the f...” M.M. grumbles then he exhales a she gesture to his daughter, who heard them. “Sorry, love.” Butcher tells her then he continues to talk, quietly.

”Look, if there's a weapon out there that killed Soldier Boy, then it can kill Homelander. And that's got to be worth something. Now, we're working our way through his old team. Frenchie and Kimiko are starting with the Crimson Countess, and I'm gonna hit up Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Butcher said. “Sounds like you got everything covered.” M.M. said. “This ain't just anyone. It's Soldier Boy. You could close the book on him once and for all. For your dad. Your family.” Butcher said.

”Fuck off with that shit.” M.M. growls then he starts to breath, heavily, before he continues. “My father died hunched over a desk, obsessing over a dead man, while he was ignoring his two living children. And I almost did the same thing to her.” M.M. said as he gestures to his daughter and Butcher looks over at her then back at his old friend.

”Thanks for coming by.” M.M. said and Butcher sighs. “You're doing a bang-up job with her, mate.” Butcher said and he goes to leave but then M.M. sighs. “Butcher, hold on a second. I might have one thing.” He said then he goes to his room and into his closet and pulls out a file that his father had on Soldier Boy.

Meanwhile, (y/n) and Bethany enter Voughtland and see all the kids running around, laughing and screaming, as their parents try to keep up with them or buy them the overpriced food and merchandise. “It’s crazy here.” Bethany said as her and (y/n), who was wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood up, walk along the park. “Yeah, Vought has gone more chaotic with The Seven than they did with Payback.” (Y/n) mutters as they walk.

“You jealous?” Bethany asked her and (y/n) scoffs. “Fuck no.” She said and Bethany laughs as they go to the theater, where there was a poster that advertised the showing of Soldier Boy’s life. (Y/n) stops and stares at it as a memory pops up in her head.

Flashback

*(y/n)’s POV*

It had been months since Ben and I were sent overseas with the army to help out what we could. But we also did some film and photography for Vought as they brought a filmmaker and a photographer to get us to recreate certain moments of the war. And in between those moments or fights, Ben and I got to know each other a bit better. He was a bit cocky and full of himself and a bit rude but…he had this charm about him that I was attracted to.

And now the war was finally over and all the surviving troops were celebrating as was everyone around the world. Ben and I were sitting at the busy bar as the troops were cheering, laughing, singing and talking loudly as they all drink copious amount of beer.

I smiled at the scene, feeling relieved that this mess was all behind us. But I was also feeling dread as that meant I had to go back to my bastard of a husband. “You good?” Ben’s voice asked and I shake myself out of my thoughts and look over at him. “Yeah…just…” I laugh a bit softly. “Just still surprised that it is over.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about it.” Ben points out. “No, I’m happy it’s over. I just…” I then trail off. “You don’t want to go back home?” Ben asked me and I sighed. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him. “Yeah…” he said and I turn my head to look at him. “You know, we’ve been getting to know each other these last few months and you still haven’t told me about…Adam, was it?” Ben asked and I sighed as I take another long sip of my beer.

”Well, I’m sure you know my backstory is a load of garbage. I wasn’t born with these powers…they were forced upon me.” I explained as Ben listens to me. “My darling husband…” I sneered before I continued. “…he faked a doctor’s appointment for me when really it was for me to get a shot of Compound V and get these powers.”

Ben’s eyes widen at this then it furrows in anger. “He what?” He asked me and I scoff out a small laugh at this. “Yeah, right ol’ bastard. I wanted to divorce him when I found out but…” I stopped then take another drink. “He basically told me I couldn’t do that, be it would ruin my career before it even began.” I added and Ben did look angry after I explained.

”That son of a bitch. I should go have a word with him when we get back.” Ben said and I place a hand on his arm. “No, don’t.” I plead to him. “Why?” He asked me. “I’ve seen what happens when you have a word with people. It would just make everything worse. Besides, I don’t want to put you in any trouble.” I said and Ben raise an eyebrow at me.

“Look, let’s just enjoy this night and not worry about my failing marriage.” I said and he gives me this look then sighs. “Fine.” He mutters as he takes a sip of his beer. The rest of the night went uneventful as we enjoyed the party until it was time to get ready to head back home.

But once we got home and saw the press just swarming the airport to mainly get to me and Ben, Ben did something I was not expecting. Once we got off the plane, we waved at the press as they took many pictures and the people from the news report came out to film us. Then Ben turns to me, takes my chin to make me look at him then kissed me right there in front of God and everyone.

I hear the crowd go absolutely crazy but I was too stunned and shocked at what just happened and what is happening. And the terrible thing is I didn’t want it to end, this was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. And even though there was a part of my mind that was screaming at me to tell Ben to stop, to push him away, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So, I kissed him back and I could tell that is what he wanted me to do as I feel his lips curl up into a smile as we continued to kiss. Moments later, we break the kiss and I felt breathless once his lips were away from mine and I raise my eyes to look at him and he gives me that damn flirty grin I’ve come to like so much.

”Maybe that’ll help with your little problem.” He mutters to me before he winks then turns to the crowd as he puts an arm around my shoulders and waves at them. I stood there and I’m sure I just looked mystified and confused because my mind was running for miles as I realized what he just did.

And I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What the hell is this?!” Adam asked me as he holds up the paper the next morning. “What’s what?” I asked him. I was sitting at the table in the little kitchen area of my room at Vought Tower and Adam just came in after going out to get the paper. He slams the paper down on the table in front of me and the first thing I saw was a photo of me and Ben kissing. And the title reading: America’s Newest Sweethearts?

”How long?” Adam asked me, angrily. “How long what?” I asked him. “Don’t play dumb! Now, tell me the truth, how long have you been fucking him behind my back?!” Adam asked me and I stare at him, stunned. “Are you crazy?! I mean, is that what you actually think of me?!” I asked him then he slams his hands on the table again.

”I’ve seen the way you look at him! And I know you’re still angry with me for what I did but I never thought you’d go this low!” He yells. “Because I wouldn’t! That kiss was something Ben came up all on his own. I didn’t expect it!” I argued. “And yet, from what I heard, you didn’t reject it!” Adam shouted and I glared at him.

“It’s just a publicity stunt! To make the people go crazy, okay! It’s for the money, get over it!” I spat at him and he looks at me surprised. “Are you serious?” He asked me. “What? I thought this was what you wanted. Me being a Supe to make money for us. You know how Vought works. They’ll do anything to gain the public’s approval.” I sneered and he huffs at me.

Then he turns and starts to walk out. “Where the hell you going?” I asked him. “Out.” Adam growls as he slams the door and I scoff.

*3rd Person POV*

Ben was walking towards his room in Vought Tower, seething with anger. He had just been to see his father and showed off him being the hero. But he didn’t get the hero’s welcome he expected from his father. His father told him he wasn’t a real man, that he took a shortcut and told him he was a disappointment, probably one of the worst things a father could say to their child.

He heard a door slam but he ignored it as he makes it to the door of his room. He goes to unlock the door when he heard stomping footsteps then a voice calls out to him, in an angry tone. “You!” The voice said and Ben shuts his eyes for a moment, really not in the mood to deal with anyone.

”Look, Buddy…” Ben started to say as he looks over and sees it is Adam that is coming towards him. Adam then grabs him by the collar of his shirt then slams him up against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you can take her away from me!” Adam shouts at Ben. “I’m only gonna say this once, cocksucker. If you still want your teeth, then I suggest you let go and back away from me.” Ben threatens, in a low calm voice.

But Adam wasn’t having it. “What gives you the right to kiss (y/n) when you know she’s my wife?!” Adam asked him. “You could have any woman you want, but you go and kiss her! You can’t have (y/n), she’s mine!”

“You know what I think? I think a piece of shit like you doesn’t deserve a woman like (y/n)!” Ben growls as the sound of a door opening was heard. “And you do?!” Adam asked as hurried footsteps come up and Ben grabs Adam’s hands and shoves him towards the other side of the hall.

”Boys, stop!” (Y/n)’s voice shrieks as she gets in between the boys. Ben was about to walk towards Adam, who continued to glare at him, but (y/n) turns to Ben. “Ben, Ben, Ben….hey, hey, look at me…look at me…” she said as Ben death stared at Adam but then he looks over at (y/n).

For some weird reason, just looking at her calmed him down a little as she places her hands on his shoulder. “Ben? Since when were you two on a first name basis?” Adam asked (y/n), upset, and she turns to face him. “What does that matter? Just be grateful I’m not letting him beat you to a pulp right now!” She exclaims as she glares at her husband. The two stare at each other for a few silence moments before Adam sighs.

”You know what, (y/n)? You’re gonna get your wish.” Adam said then he walks off and (y/n) lets out a sigh before she turns to Ben, who is about to enter his room. “Ben, I am so sorry…” she started to say but Ben shakes his head. “I’m not trying to be an asshole but I really don’t want to talk right now, (y/n).” Ben grumbles and he enters his room and shuts the door.

(y/n) frowns at this as her heart felt broken then she makes her way back to her room. She shuts the door and started to burst into tears, letting out the emotions she didn’t know she was holding in. She wipes her eyes then looks over at the cabinet that held some bourbon.

She normally doesn’t drink a lot but the whole bottle of bourbon was sounding good right now. So she goes to the cabinet, grabs the bottle and begins to drink from it.

Present Day

(Y/n) continued to stare at the poster until Bethany comes up to her and places a hand on her arm. “(Y/n)?” She said and (y/n) pulls out of her thoughts and looks over at her friend. “You ready?” She asked and (y/n) sighs. “Not really…but let’s do it.” She said and they head inside the theater as does Frenchie and Kimiko.

They get inside and take a seat and Bethany pats her friend’s shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay seeing this?” She asked (y/n). “I think so.” (Y/n) mutters, unsure. The lights start to dim and the screen comes on as it starts to play the film.

"Soldier Boy grew up in the birthplace of American liberty. Born poor on the mean streets of South Philadelphia, he learned the values of hard work, tenacity and bravery. He used those values to prove America's exceptionalism to the world." The narrator of the film said as it shows various pictures of Soldier Boy's life. Then it shows a clip of Soldier Boy in the trenches with the American soldiers.

"Okay, boys, let's give these Krauts some hell." Soldier Boy said and he leads the men on out into the battlefield. (Y/n) bites her lips as she remembers those days. "He and his partner, Mystic Shade, defended us against the encroaching Red Menace." The narrator said as it goes to another clip and shows Soldier Boy and (y/n) in the Congress, which takes (y/n) by surprise as she sees herself sitting next to Soldier Boy. "Congress, we have a list right here of avowed Communists." He said as he holds up a file.

"He helped guide America into a brighter future, and along the way, he found the love of a good woman..." the narrator said as it shows Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade, their arms around each other and a smile on their faces. (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh and Bethany turns to her and places an arm around her. She gives her a concerned look but (y/n) nods, assuredly.

"...which made his sacrifice all the more noble, when he gave his life saving us from a nuclear holocaust." The narrator said as it shows a melted down nuclear power plant. Then the screen goes black. "Please join us in saluting Soldier Boy." The narrator said and there was scattered applause.

Then a spotlight comes on and the screen slides up to reveal Crimson Countess walk out onto the stage and begins to sing. “Fuckin’ hell.” (Y/n) grumbles, annoyed.

When the night was dark

And the dawn was cold

From sea to shining sea and mountains' majesty

He did it all For the red, white and the bold

'Cause he's America's son

As she sings, she brings her hands together and uses her power to shootout the red ball of energy she makes. It goes flying over head and the ball of energy explodes and engulfs the room in red light as Countess continues to sing.

A shining beacon of freedom

He's America's son

After the show, Countess was in her dressing room and was crushing up some pills as the door opens. "At your request, Countess." The voice of her manager said and Countess looks up at her mirror and sees the familiar face of her old partner. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you here, Misty." Countess said with a smile as (y/n) pulls back her hoodie.

"I mean, you're basically a recluse. Some people even think you're dead." Countess taunts as (y/n) glares at her. "What do you want, Crimson?" She asked as she folds her arms across her chest. Countess turns in her seat to look at her. "Can't I say hi to an old friend?" Countess asked. "You and I are nowhere near close enough to be considered friends." (Y/n) sneered and Countess gives a fake offended look.

"Oh, my dear, Misty...." Countess said, dramatically, and (y/n) rolled her eyes at this. She always hated it when Countess called her this name, it irritated her to no end which she figured that's why Countess does that. "Are you still mad that Ben and I dated?" Countess asked her. "I don't know...you mad that he dumped you to get back together with me?" (Y/n) asked, snarky, and Countess drops the act.

"No, actually. I really don't give a fuck." Countess said as she goes back to her table then starts to inhale some of the crushed up pills she made. "But I will say one good thing about him, he was great in the sack." Countess said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

"Why the hell am I here, Countess?" (Y/n) asked and Countess turns to her. "Well, seems like that whole Girls Get It Done shit has been a big deal lately. And I figured maybe get us girls back together from the old team." Crimson said and (y/n) glares at her.

"You know, you, me and Tessa. We could show those bitches in The Seven who the real female heroes are." Crimson said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Not just no but fuck no!" (Y/n) said and Crimson was taken aback. "Well, why not? I mean, clearly you're not doing anything! Tessa and Thomas are apparently gonna host Herogasm here in a few days and of course I've had a music career." Crimson said. "And I like it that way. I got out of Payback for a reason, Countess!" (Y/n) shouts.

"Yeah because you were becoming a washed up Supe and Ben isn't around to fuck you senseless like the dirty whore you really are!" Crimson accused and (y/n) snaps as she waves her hand and Crimson goes flying back and hits the wall, hard. (Y/n) starts to breath heavily as she glares daggers at her old partner until she looks down at her hand, which was shaking.

"You can never even begin to THINK what I've been through the last forty years!" (Y/n) growls as she glares at Crimson, who gets up. "Oh boo-hoo, you're boyfriend died and now you live all alone in some farmhouse in Kansas. Get the fuck over yourself, Misty." Crimson sneers. "Fuck you!" (Y/n) spat and the two women continue to glare at each other before (y/n) turns and heads for the door.

"Go fuck a chimp, Crimson." (Y/n) spat and she slams the door behind her, puts her hood up and walks out of the room and down the hall, passing by Frenchie and Kimiko as they get ready for their visit with Crimson Countess.

After dusting herself off of the confrontation, Countess goes to sit by her dressing table and gathers up more pills and crushes them. "Next!" Countess shouts as she goes to snort up the crushed up drugs and exhales as the door opens, Kimiko and Frenchie enter her room. "You seem a little old for the Countess Tea Package." Countess said once she looks up and notices them. "We're young at heart." Frenchie said as Kimiko comes up to Countess and holds up her phone to show her what she typed.

I like your music

"Oh, sweetie. Can't you talk?" Countess asked Kimiko after she read her message. Kimiko shakes her head, shyly, and Countess smiles at her. "Would you like to hear something new?" She asked her and Kimiko nods. "Okay." Countess said and she leads Kimiko to her laptop to bring up a music video while Frenchie is looking around the room.

Chimps don't cry

No, chimps

Don't cry...

"You know that chimps are physically incapable of crying? But that doesn't mean they're not crying on the inside." Countess said, dramatically, and she goes to look at the video while Kimiko turns to Frenchie and begins to sign language to him.

She's nice.

She's nuts!

No, she's not.

Let's get it over with!

Fine.

Kimiko then turns to Countess and grabs her. "Wh-What are you..." Countess shouts when Kimiko slams her up against the wall. "Wh-What are you...Ow!" Countess screams as Kimiko hits her. "Don't let her hands touch!" Frenchie shouts and Kimiko separates Countess' hands. "Ow! Let go of me, you bitch." Countess shouts as Frenchie comes up next to her while Kimiko holds her up against the wall.

"No fireball if your hands don't touch, oui? You stay quiet and relax. She will hurt you." Frenchie tells her. "What do you want?" Countess asked him. "We want to know about Soldier Boy." Frenchie said. "What the fսck do you care about Soldier Boy?" Countess asked, confused. "We want the truth about Soldier Boy, not the merde you've been giving us in your appalling show. How did he die? Who killed him? Talk." Frenchie demands.

"The show is the truth, mοthеrfսckеr." Countess said as there was another knock and the door opens as a kid and her parents come in. "He died a hero." Countess tells them just as they hear the family coming in.

Seizing the opportunity, Countess knocks Kimiko off of her then runs out of the room. Frenchie and Kimiko then chase after her as she runs out of the building and out into the park.

Countess shoves people out of the way then turns around to see Frenchie and Kimiko still gaining up on her. She stops, brings her hands together and shoots her fireball at the duo but they duck and the fireball hits the man in the Homelander costume, making blood and guts explode everywhere.

People and children began to scream but with some of the people near the mascot were protected by a force field. Frenchie and Kimiko jumped back at this as kids and adults scream, cry and run as does Countess.

Frenchie turns around and sees the white hoodie woman again, her arms were stuck out in front of her. They share a look before the woman lowers her arms and runs the opposite direction and it suddenly clicked with him who she was. "Putain de merde! That was Mystic Shade!" Frenchie said as Kimiko looks in time to see the woman run then signs at him.

Should we go after her?

"Butcher said he was gonna deal with her." Frenchie said as he takes her arm and Kimiko looks around to see a few kids still looking frighten and distraught at the man in the Homelander mascot costume, or what was left of him, before she and Frenchie leave the park.

*(y/n)’s POV*

Bethany pulls up to my house as I sigh. “You okay?” She asked me, for what had to be the hundredth time. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…wasn’t expecting any of that.” I said. “It looked like she was attacking those two people. Did you see them?” Bethany asked me and I nod.

“But I don’t know why. That’s what’s bugging me.” I said as I think. “Well, I’ll talk to you later.” I said as I get out of her car. “Okay…” Bethany said as I shut her car door and head into my house.

I entered the house and give a sigh of relief before I head to the kitchen. “You have a lovely house.” A male voice, with a cockney accent, greets and I jumped a bit to see a man with black hair, a beard, jeans, black shirt and a long black leather jacket, sitting at my kitchen table.

”Who the hell are you?” I asked him, angrily. “Billy Butcher, love.” He introduces as he nods to me and I realized this is the man that Maeve told me she was working with on capturing out of control Supes. “I just thought I’d pop by and ask you a few questions.” Butcher asked me as I go over to my liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of whiskey.

”I thought I told Maeve that I didn’t want to be bothered.” I said with a growl as I grab a couple of glasses. “She did tell me that but…I thought different.” Butcher tells me and I glare over at him. “So, from what I understand, you and Soldier Boy were close, right?” Butcher asked me and I begin to pour a glass of whiskey. “Okay, to save you time, yes, Soldier Boy and I were a thing. We had been on and off through out the years. In hindsight, we kept breaking up because of just stupid petty stuff but he would always find a way to win me back. Anything else you want me to answer, re-read that file I gave to Maeve.” I tell him.

”Well, before I go, there’s something I want you to elaborate on.” He said and I sighed, realizing this man is not gonna leave, and I pick up the second glass. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I hold up the whiskey bottle. “Oh, how very courteous of you.” Butcher said, in a bit of a surprised tone.

”Just being a good host, even if you were a surprise guest.” I said as I pour him a drink. Then I pick up my glass and his glass and I walk over to the table and hand him his glass. “Thank you.” He said and he takes a sip.

”Maeve’s told me about your rivalry with Homelander and how you think all Supes are bad. But I will tell you this, Mr Butcher, not all of us are like Homelander. I know you don’t want to hear it but it’s the truth. All I want is to live a normal life and put that life behind me.” I said and Butcher rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. “I appreciate your honesty, but it’s the actions of many of those cunts against your word that makes it hard to believe you.” He replied.

”Believe whatever you want, Mr Butcher. As for me, all I want is to be left alone.” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. “You know I visited your old teammate, Gunpowder.” Butcher said and I lowered my glass, glaring at him. “And let’s just say, things didn’t go well.” Butcher said and I feel my heart sink. “Did you kill him?” I asked him and he nods.

I gasped and closed my eyes as I turn my head away. “Not the response I expected…” Butcher said and I turned back to him. “He was a kid when he joined the team. Poor boy.” I said, sadly. “Huh? See, I heard you didn’t really like any of your teammates.” Butcher said. “Yes, some of them I didn’t get along with but Gunpowder was just an eager kid, trying to prove himself. I looked after him, made sure he didn’t fall down the same rabbit hole a lot of young Supes do.” I said.

“And yet, he put in a complaint about Soldier Boy’s abuse.” Butcher tells me. “I did the best I could with Soldier Boy. He would get in a few hits on Gunpowder but I always intervened if I saw he was about to go overboard.” I said as Butcher takes a swig at his drink.

”And did he ever abuse you?” He asked me. “No! He never did.” I replied, firmly. There was a long bit of silence between us before I go back to my drink. “Look, all I want to know is what happened to him? How did he die? Because I know that crap Vought pushed out is a load of bullocks.” Butcher said and I sighed.

”If I tell you what I know, will you leave me alone?” I asked him and Butcher stares at me then nods. “I don’t know what killed him. I was knocked out and when I came to, the others told me he was killed. We were in Nicaragua, '84, working with the CIA.” I said and Butcher furrowed his brow. “CIA?” He said, confused, and I nodded. “Who was the case officer?” Butcher asked me and I had to think. “Oh, fuck, what was her name….uh, Grace? Uh, Grace...Grace Mallory, that’s it!” I said, snapped my finger, and Butcher looked surprised by this.

”Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you know her?” I asked him. “Yes, yes, I do.” He said, determined, and he gets up from his chair. “Thank you for the drink and the talk. As promised, I will leave you be.” Butcher said and he leaves the kitchen then walks out the front door of my house.

I let out a sigh of relief and run my hands over my eyes. “What a fucking day.” I grumbled.

That night, I was cleaning up Ben’s old shield as I had the TV playing, which is broadcasting Homelander’s birthday. I didn’t really give a shit but I needed something playing in the background. “So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homelander!” A-Train said, who was wearing this colorful version of his old suit. I guess from the colors he is representing Africa; which from what Maeve told me about him, he is the last person to do something like this.

Music plays and cheers were heard as Starlight and Homelander go on stage as Homelander and A-Train shake hands then he leaves. “Wow, I'm so honored to be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend and mentor Homelander. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announcing a project that is near and dear to my heart.” Starlight said and I snort as her saying Homelander is her mentor.

Yeah, I bet he is. I thought as I finished polishing the shield then look up at the TV. “The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth.” Starlight starts to explain until a voice shouts. “Hey, Homelander! Your Nazi died!”

”Well, damn.” I muttered as the crowd murmurs. “Homelander...He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve second chances. In that spirit, Homelander has agreed to donate $10 million...” Starlight said then she laughs softly. “…to the Starlight House, which is, I mean...” she said and there was applause then Homelander says. “No.”

”Give...Come on. Give it up.” Starlight said as Homelander shakes his head. “No.” He said. “Give it up for this guy.” Starlight said as she was trying to control the situation but Homelander looked like he was done. “No. No. No.” Homelander said and the applause stops and the crowd goes quiet. “Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not just like the rest of you. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed fսcking crybaby that goes around fսcking apologizing all the time. And why the fսck would you want me to be?” Homelander said then he looks straight at the camera.

“Don't you dare stop rolling, Roger!” He shouts and I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This man is losing his mind. “All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fսcking puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what? If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it.” Homelander said and I nod a bit as I was kinda agreeing with him there.

”I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.” He said and the whole place stays silent and I shake my head. “And you lost me, crazy asshole.” I muttered and I shut my TV off.

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A Detour To Remember

(Beau Arlen x you)

Warnings : contains smut, so minors do not read! 🔞‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

After a long week and the case that shook the whole town finally wrapped up, Beau offers you a lift home, only to take a detour that turns into quite a heated encounter 🔥🥵

“Need a ride, Y/n? I’m going your way.” Beau asks snapping you out of your daydream. You look up from your desk, slightly blushing that Beau has asked you if you want a ride home.

Ah, Beau Arlen. You knew you were in trouble the moment he walked into the sheriff's office stating he would be stepping in as temporary sheriff. You knew you had to keep your distance, he was kind of your boss after all. It would be wrong of you to think anything would happen between the two you. Besides he seemed to be very close to Jenny Hoyt.

Beau waits, gently smiling, not trying to pressure you. You sigh. You are tired and want to go home. You had all just finished the biggest case the town had seen. You and Beau were the last two people in the building. Poppernak usually gave you a lift home seeing as you lived near each other, but he had to go run some errands. You didn't really want to be walking home by yourself this late at night, so you politely accept Beau's offer.

Humming along to the music coming from the radio, you didn't notice how Beau has been stealing glances at you since the moment you got in the car. Beau had it bad, and he knew it. He'd spoken to Jenny about the feelings he's developed for you. But he didn't think you'd feel the same. You barely looked at him or spoke to him.

He is driving you along the beach road, and you are startled and a little nervous when he turns into one of the beach parks and pulls up. You gently suggest to Beau that you should head on home.

Beau just smiles at you. “It’s a lovely night, you can hear the waves breaking on the shore, the moon is full… let’s just sit here for a while.”

“That’s all? Just sit?” you reply coyly.

“Maybe have a cuddle in the back seat…” he suggests.

You make a show of being reluctant, but you agree. After the move Beau gently draws you into his arms and just holds you lightly while you snuggle up next to him, enjoying his warmth. Then he tilts your head, lowers his own and gently kisses you. He looks up again and smiles at you, and the next time he lowers his head the kisses are not quite so gentle, stirring a delicious heat within you. Beau gently rubs your back as he continues to kiss you.

Your enjoying the kissing, that interesting warmth, and the gently caressing hand. You notice that the rubbing is slowly dropping down, but doesn’t take any real notice until you realize that he is now rubbing your ass. You stiffen slightly, wondering if you should protest, but before you can say anything the hand drops down to rest against your upper thigh, and just stays there.

You relax again, returning his kisses quite readily, snuggling closer. You don’t notice that Beau has moved his hand again until you feel the stroking on your inner thigh, and the fingertips skimming along the edge of your panties. “How has he managed that?” you wonder. You reach down, grab his hand and moves it firmly away from your leg.

Beau calmly moves his hand back up to your shoulder, gently rubbing the top of your back and then moving around to drift his hand across your chest, just above your cleavage. You feel his fingers brushing the top of your breasts, tracing them gently, across and to where your cleavage dips into the top of your shirt.

Should you stop him? He’s not really doing much, just touching lightly. Also, you find you are enjoying that gentle touch and are subconsciously lifting your breasts to enjoy the feel. You’ll let it continue, you decide. You can always call a halt if you think he is going too far.

Beau gently follows up his small advantage, letting his fingers dip under the edge of your shirt, teasing your lovely globes a little more, dipping a finger far enough under to brush a nipple.

You tense a little, lift your hand and place it on Beau’s, not to push it away as such but just to hold it in place and stop it exploring. Beau pauses in his exploring of your breasts for a few moments, then slips his hand out from under yours, continuing to tease your boobs, his finger slipping under the edge of your shirt and then out again.

Beau starts kissing you a little more deeply, touching a little more firmly, not rushing, just taking his time. His lips drift away from yours, brushing your neck and then drifting across your front, following the path of his inquisitive fingers.

You feel your top slipping. All those little dips under the edge have been gradually pushing it down. You hesitate and are reaching to hitch the top back up, when it slips that extra bit and drops off, freeing your breasts. Beau’s hand promptly follows it down, capturing one breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple, while his lips move to the other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

You freeze. You shouldn’t let this happen. He's your boss after all, You should stop it now. But it feels so good, and that warmth you have been feeling is spreading, curling slowly through you. You relax a little. It won’t hurt to let it continue.

You’re relaxing, enjoying the gentle suckling on your breast, not noticing that part of the warmth is being generated by a hand that has slipped back to your leg and is slowly stroking your inner thigh. His hand slides in-between your jeans and stomach then gently trails down, moving across your mound to the top of your panties.

That gentle touch on your pussy trickles through into your consciousness. “He’s touching me there,” you think incredulously, “and I’m not stopping him?”

Beau continues to tease around your panties, stroking you through them, slipping his fingers under them and touching your naked lips. Withdrawing and moving elsewhere, slowly stirring up that budding heat.

You feel Beau take your hand and move it, placing it on his lap and leaving it there. His hand wanders back to your breast, squeezing in time to the rhythm he is generating within your pussy.

“Why did he put my hand here?” you wonder. “What does he expect me to do?” You know where your hand is, so that lump under there must be…

You move your hand tentatively to the side, finding that at some stage Beau has found time to unzip. Your hand slips in, feeling for what you know you will find. Your fingertips brush his erection, then your hand closes over it, marveling at what you are doing. His erection is hot and hard in your grasp. Following your instincts, you move your hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel, rubbing your thumb over the head and feeling a rush within when you feel Beau gasp.

Beau continues to stroke you, then slips his hand up to the top of your panties and slides them down along with your jeans. Now your pussy is properly exposed to his wandering fingers, and his fingers are soon easing apart your lips and dipping within, feeling the heat and moisture there. Rubbing and stroking, entering and withdrawing, steadily building the tensions and expectations.

He moves his free hand around to pull your shirt off with your help. With a slight hint from Beau you lift your hips up off the seat for a moment whilst he deftly pulls your jeans off. Beau reaches back up and finishes removing your panties, looking at you with desire, lying there naked in front of him.

With a sigh you relax and let Beau continue kissing you, relishing the feel while his hand is busy lighting little fuses between your legs. You can feel the heat flowing up from your pussy and down from your breasts, seeming to pool deep within you. The fire is burning steadily and has to be addressed.

Beau opens the car door, scooping up a blanket from the floor and with a deft flick spreads it on the grass next to the car. He turns back to the car and holds out his hand to you.

You stare at him, glance down at the blanket and then back to Beau, standing there with his hand outstretched. “It’s going to happen”, you think. “If I take his hand he’s going to screw me. If I look away, he won’t.”

You blush. “I’m naked, and he wants to fuck me. What do I do?”

You reach out and place your hand on his. Never taking his eyes off you, he draws you from the car and down onto the blanket.

Beau slips off his trousers, moving onto the blanket next to you. Once again the touching starts, kissing your lips while his hand plays with your sensitive points, rekindling the heat before it really had a chance to die down.

He hooks a foot around one of your ankles, drawing your legs further apart. He moves over you and between your thighs, holding his weight away from you while letting his erection rest on your mound.

“You okay, Y/n? We can stop if you don't want this, I'll understand” he murmurs in a whisper.

“please don't stop, you have no idea how long I've waited for this” you whisper, expectation and anticipation plain in your voice.

Beau gently moves your lips apart and presses the head of his cock against you, releasing them to close over him. He eases in, taking it gently, slowly sinking deep within your tunnel. He pauses, watching your face. His eyes are bright and staring at you, clearly enjoying what he is feeling and eager for more. Beau smiles down at you and you smile back, and then he starts to move.

You gasp. The initial entry had been interesting and felt nice, but this is something else. Suddenly, you lose interest in looking at Beau. That is just distracting you from his cock moving within you. You feel Beau surging into to you, backing up and thrusting forward again. You move with him eagerly, matching his thrusts, urging him on, wanting it, harder and faster. Please. I need this. Babbling. Not knowing what you are saying, only knowing you need this sensation to continue, striving to reach a climax, determined to get there.

Beau is moving faster now, happy to feel you meeting and matching his efforts. You can see the tensions rising within him just as they are rising in you, just a little slower. Beau frantically tries to hold back, wanting to make sure that you come first, realizing it is hopeless and letting himself go, venting his climax within you.

Your gasping rises higher, seeming to stall on a peak and linger there while Beau presses home. You feel a sudden spurt from Beau and a hot liquid wash spill inside you. You climax, your muscles locking onto Beau, trying to hold him within you while you gasp through your orgasm.

You both relax afterwards, lying contented on the blanket. “Thanks for the ride,” you giggle. "Same time next week" Beau says back to you with a smile. He kisses you one last time before helping you with your clothes and actually driving you home.

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