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spnbaby-67 · 6 months
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Montana Stars
Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.
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No warnings needed other than Beau being adorable.
Under the Montana skies, Sheriff Beau Arlen and Y/N found themselves on a date night to remember. They sat on a cozy blanket, gazing up at the starlit sky. The air was crisp, and the only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of a nearby stream.
Beau turned to her, smiling, "Y/N, I can't believe we finally made it out here. I almost forgot how It's so peaceful."
Y/N, nestled closer to the handsome cowboy, "It's perfect, Beau. Just like you said it would be."
Just then, he reached for Y/N's hand, fingers intertwining as they continued to admire the stars.
Breaking the silence, Beau whispered, "You know, my granddaddy used to tell me stories about these stars. He said each one had a story to tell, and if you listened closely enough, you could hear it."
"Really? What kind of stories?" With curiosity, y/n looked at him.
"Well, let's see... That one," he pointed to a bright star, "he always said that's the guardian star. It watches over us and keeps us safe."
She found herself following his finger as he pointed to the star. While she gazed at the brightest one."That's beautiful, what about that one?"
Beau smirked, "Ah, that one's the mischief-maker. It's said to be responsible for all the unexpected kisses under the Montana skies."
Y/N giggled as she turned to face him. "Is that so?"
He whispered as their eyes locked on each other, "You bet. But you know, those stars have been awful quiet tonight."
Y/N felt herself blushing, "Maybe they're waiting for the right moment."
The moment was perfect, the Montana skies serving as their backdrop, and the stars, their silent witnesses. In that embrace, Beau Arlen and Y/N shared a magical night under the stars, where words weren't always necessary to convey their feelings.
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 13 days
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Home Sweet Not Home
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Summary: The reader wakes up in bed next to a familiar but oh so strange man...
Pairing: Jensen x hunter!reader
Word Count: 1,400ish
Warnings: none
A/N: Hooo boy enjoy this one!
You felt warm when you began to stir awake. There was a heavy blanket on you that was nice, not out of the ordinary for Dean to pile an extra one on the bed while you were sleeping. You rolled over in bed, smashing your face in a bare chest.
“Morning,” Dean mumbled. His voice wasn’t as deep and you wondered if he was coming down with something. You blinked open your eyes, resting your hands on his chest, running them down briefly before you cocked your head.
“Where’s your tattoo?” you asked carefully, putting your hand on his pec, ready to use your nails in the shifter’s flesh as a distraction. But this Dean was chuckling, nuzzling his cheek against yours.
“S’on my shoulder like always, silly,” he said, yawning and sighing softly. “You okay? You’re tense.”
You shifted your head up, noticing the white headboard, eyes darting around to see soft light colored walls, a large balcony door and a window overlooking a grassy backyard and pool.
“What the…” you said, standing and hopping out of bed, glad that you were at least in the t shirt and shorts you remembered falling asleep in. You went over to the door and pulled it open, Dean out of bed and moving to the other side of the room, hitting something on a white thermostat looking thing.
“Honey,” he said, walking over as you stood on the small balcony, leaning over the railing to look at a patio and some trees. “Y/N. Everything alright?”
“Where…” you asked, Dean sighing.
“We’re in Austin,” he said, running his hand gently over your head. You turned to look up at him, spotting him in a pair of navy boxers that he normally wore.
“Austin?” you asked, his arm sporting the tattoo he mentioned before but it wasn’t an anti-possession one.
“Okay,” he said, gently resting his hands on your shoulders and pulling you back into the very nice bedroom, soft carpet under your toes. He sat you on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. “The doctor said this might happen so that’s why he gave us the list of questions, remember?”
You had no idea what the hell was going on but you just shrugged, this guy very kind for a shifter if he was one.
“Okay. What’s your name?” he asked with a smile.
“Y/N,” you said.
“Your full name, sweetie,” he said, still smiling.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, the smile wiping off his face.
“That’s your maiden name,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “S’okay. We’ll keep going. What’s today’s date?”
“Um,” you said, thinking for a moment, Dean cocking his head when you answered.
“That’s right,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “Does your head hurt, honey?”
“My head? Why would my head hurt?” you asked.
“We were in a car accident two days ago. They were concerned you had a concussion. Last night was the first time you were at home. Do you not remember any of this?” he asked.
“Dean, I don’t-”
“Dean? You know I love a good joke but now is not the time, Y/N,” said Dean. You swallowed hard, Dean putting a hand on your head. “What’s my name?”
“I…” you said, looking around the room for any kind of clue. Something had happened after your witch hunt obviously. Same name, different person. You were still Y/N where ever you were but a different version, paired up with a different Dean that apparently wasn’t named Dean. You were well off if your yard was anything to go off of so you definitely weren’t hunters. “I’m just tired. Sweetie.”
“Nice try. What’s my name?” he asked again.
“Honestly?” you asked. He nodded, curiously looking up at you. “I don’t remember.”
“That’s alright,” he said, very good at hiding the flash of concern that showed up on his face. “Do you-“
A phone started to ring, Not Dean ignoring it in favor for paying attention to you.
“Do you remember how we met at all?” he asked.
“Working a job,” you said, his face twitching up.
“That’s right,” he said, tilting his head.
“I’m sorry. I’m just...messing with you,” you said, the man pouting. He opened his mouth but a doorbell rang somewhere, the man getting to his feet.
“I’ll be right back. Stay here,” he said, walking over to a closed door, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from the floor as he went. The second he was out of the door you started to look around, trying to find clues about who he was. You could always make a break for it but in pajamas you didn’t think you’d get far, especially with this guy’s sweet husband thing he had going on.
You walked through an open door to a bathroom, cutting through it to find a closet. You sighed, wishing you’d found something with a name until you jogged back to the nightstand, a wallet on top.
“Yes,” you said, ripping it open and pulling out a Texas license. “Okay. Jensen Ackles. 6’ 1”. Organ donor. Well that’s nice and all but I still know nothing.”
You started to dig through the wallet, mostly credit and reward cards, some cash and a business card with a doctor’s name and number. There was a faded picture of him and a woman that looked exactly like you, the worn edges saying it was probably at least five years old.
You put the wallet back when you heard him coming, sitting back in your spot on the bed, trying to seem relaxed.
“Who was at the door, Jensen?” you asked innocently, Jensen lifting his chin.
“Kid up the street. Girl Scout cookies. I ordered you some thin mints,” he said, padding around to the side of the bed, arms crossed. “Don’t pull shit like that again. It’s not funny. You know how freaked I was after the accident.”
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, his face briefly looking hard before he started to drag his toes through the carpet.
“I get this feeling you’re lying to me,” he said, looking you in the eye. “I’ve known you forever, kiddo. You have that look on your face.”
It’d be easy to lie and make something up. It’d be easy to fake a concussion too. Telling the truth would probably get you thrown in an institution.
Jensen tilted his head and walked over to you suddenly, grabbing your underwear and pulling the band down an inch.
“Hey!” you barked at him, kneeing him hard, Jensen falling to the floor.
“You don’t have a tattoo,” he said, getting to his feet slowly, pressing his thumb against your hip, wiping over your anti-possession one. “That’s real.”
He backed away from you, looking you up and down.
“You would never hit me like that because you know I don’t touch you like that and…” he said, tilting his head as he stared at your leg. “You don’t have a scar on your thigh. What…”
“Jensen...take a breather for me buddy,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “I can explain.”
“Am I nuts? You’re not my...did I die in that accident? Is this some-“
“Dude! Chill. You’re not dead,” you said, Jensen eyeing you suspiciously. “You’re fine. I’m the one that’s…”
“Not my wife?” he said, closing his eyes. “This is one of those freaky weird dreams that seems super real. That’s what it is. You definitely aren’t-“
“Uh, I’m Y/N,” you said. “Hate to break it to you.”
“I was going to say, Reese,” he said. “You know, the character you play on a tv show. Now would be a great time to tell me this is a very in-depth prank.”
“Me? On TV? I have done some crazy stuff but that…” you said, Jensen nodding his head at you. “You’re freaking out.”
“Just a little,” he said. You hummed.
“I guess I have to give you the civilian talk,” you said.
“The what?” he asked.
“Just take a seat, Jensen.”
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storiesforallfandoms · 8 months
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herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys
word count: 3678
request?: no
description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it
pairing: soldier boy x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)
masterlist (one, two, three)
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I didn’t want to be there. There was a number of reasons why, but the most prominent one was definitely that I did not want to be involved in an orgy full of Supes.
My best friend, Maria, had convinced me to come. I had gone through a pretty hard breakup that left me basically inconsolable for days. I only left the house to go to work, and even then I was very much just operating on autopilot. Maria wanted to get me out of the house, so she came over and told me she had gotten an invite to some big Supe party and intended to take me with her to get my mind off of things.
She didn’t tell me until we showed up that the “party” was the infamous Supe orgy known as “Herogasm”.
Apparently, Maria had hooked up with a Supe who had an in to the party. She got the invite and thought an orgy would be the perfect idea to get me over my breakup. There was just one little flaw in her plan: I was not an orgy person. I was insecure enough about my body that I felt awkward being naked in front of one person, let alone an entire house full of strangers. Supe strangers at that.
Maria abandoned me the minute we walked through the door, taken by the Supe she fucked to get here. I was left, on my own in the corner, while a lot of naked people walked or fucked around me. A couple glanced in my direction, one even tried to proposition me, which I politely declined. I wasn’t sure how long I was stood there before everything became overwhelming. I needed to get away from all those people. I needed to be somewhere with no moaning or screaming or sex noises. Somewhere that I could calm myself down before I left.
I stumbled through the house, feeling my heart pounding harder and harder with every overwhelming second that passed. Behind almost every door I could hear more moaning and squelching. It felt like there was no true escape from it - there was even people fucking outside - until I turned the knob on a door that led to a seemingly empty room. I stumbled in, slamming the door behind me and sliding down it until I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head against my knees.
“Well, hello there.”
I jumped at the sudden sound of someone’s voice. I looked up to see I had hidden myself away in a bedroom. The main bedroom, I concluded, judging by the huge size of the room, the bed, and the fact there was a mini bar in the corner of the room. A mini bar with a man stood behind it. A very handsome man in nothing but a silk robe.
“Shit,” I sighed. “I’m sorry, I - ”
“No, don’t be sorry,” he said. “Judging by the fact that you still have clothes on, you’re not here for the orgy.”
I shook my head. “One of my friends brought me here. She didn’t even tell me what it was until we pulled up.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment before stepping away from the mini bar. I tensed up as he got closer to me. I was trying to figure out if I’d get out fast enough when he reached me. He reached over me and turned the lock on the knob.
“Stay as long ad you want,” he told me. “Not that anyone usually comes in unannounced anyways. I think you’re the first person to stumble into my room in years.”
My eyes widened as he started walking away. “Y-Your room? So...you’re the host here?”
He turned back and raised an eyebrow at me. “You serious?” I nodded. “I created this whole fuckin’ thing. Herogasm is my baby.”
That’s when it finally clicked. “Holy shit, you’re Soldier Boy!”
He grinned at me before he took a sip of his drink.
I couldn’t believe it. I had stumbled into the room of the most famous Supe in the entire world and I didn’t even recognize him at first! God, this couldn’t get any more embarrassing.
“You don’t have to huddle up by the door like a scared kid,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
I wasn’t sure if I could take his word for it. I knew he was a Supe and all, and Supes were supposed to protect people, but he did have me locked in his room, while he was naked no less. Well, besides a robe. I’d be helpless against him if he did decide he wanted to hurt me.
Despite knowing this, I still slowly got to my feet. He was pouring up another glass as I walked further into his giant room. It was like the size of my living room and kitchen combined. I was in awe of it so much that I could hear Soldier Boy chuckling to himself. He extended a glass to me and gestured to the bed. I took the glass, hesitantly, and sat down.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Bourbon,” he responded. “Some of the best shit money can buy.”
I wasn’t much of a drinker. I could smell the strong, alcoholic scent before even raising the glass to my lips. I took a small sip and immediately cringed at the stinging feeling that ran down my throat. Soldier Boy laughed.
“That’s God awful,” I groaned.
“You just don’t appreciate fine alcohol,” he said.
“I appreciate it when it doesn’t taste like battery acid,” I retorted. “What are you doing in here, anyways? If you created this...thing, shouldn’t you be partaking?”
He grunted and took another mouthful of his own drink. I figured that was the best I would be getting from him.
“How did you get in?” he asked. “It’s invite only, and usually the only non-Supes invited are hookers.”
I looked down at my glass again, debating on taking another sip. “My friend hooked up with a Supe who gave her the invite. She lied at the door and told them I had been invited, too.”
“Then she ditched you?”
I nodded. “Probably getting her pussy super-stretched as we speak.”
That made him laugh. I felt some sense of pride at that. The most famous Supe in the world was laughing at my jokes. That had to be bragging rights.
“Sounds like a shit friend, then,” he commented.
“No, she is a good friend. She’s very...sexually liberated. This type of thing is very up her alley. Me, not so much.”
“Then why did she take you here?”
I gazed down at the glass of auburn liquid. The memory of my recent breakup brought back all my negative emotions. With one swift gulp, I finished the contents of the glass. I shuddered as it burned down my throat.
“My boyfriend of four years dumped me,” I said. “Just woke up one day and told me he didn’t feel the same way anymore. After we had just moved in together a few months prior.”
Soldier Boy whistled. “That sounds rough.”
“It was the worst fucking day of my life,” I muttered. “Maria, my friend, I guess she thought a super-sex party would be the best way to get me to move on. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and all that.”
“That never works. Trust me.”
Oh, there was a story there. I could tell. One that was probably connected to the reason he wasn’t participating in his own orgy. Normally, I wouldn’t pry. I didn’t know Soldier Boy. He would probably forget all about me once I left his room. But the bourbon was starting to get to me. I found myself leaning forward, close enough that I could smell his aftershave.
“What happened?” I asked him. “What made you not want to participate in Herogasm?”
He looked at me. I could tell he was debating on telling me. I wasn’t sure if I should push the issue further than those questions, even if my curiosity was getting the best of me.
Finally, he sighed and said, “My girl left me because of one of these things.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I couldn’t even remember who Soldier Boy’s “girl” was in that moment.
“We used to host together,” he explained. “Once a year, we would allow each other to fuck whoever we wanted at Herogasm. One night, one meaningless orgy, and that was it. Then, a few years back, she comes to me the day after Herogasm and she tells me that she met someone that night. I don’t know, I guess they talked in between the fucking or some shit. She dumped me on the spot for the guy. Took all of her shit and left that same day.”
Okay, definitely a lot worse than my sob story. My ex completely shattered my heart, sure, but he didn’t leave me for someone else. Especially not someone that he fucked in our own house, during a party that we were hosting together. Even if they had an agreement that they could sleep around during Herogasm, that was a huge hit to trust. One that I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten over in his shoes.
“Since then, I haven’t participated,” he continued. “I’ll host, since it’s my creation, but I usually just walk around, make sure everything is going okay and everyone is having a good time, then I hide away in here until everyone gets too tired from the fucking and either leaves or falls asleep.”
“Why keep hosting it if you don’t want to participate anymore?” I asked. “Why not hand it off to someone else?”
“Because it’s my thing. I created it, and it got bigger than I could’ve ever imagined. I thought about cancelling it after Countess left me, but it’s become this huge thing to Supes and their groupies. I don’t want to disappoint anyone by cancelling it, and I wouldn’t want anyone else stealing it from me and making it a shit version of what it used to be.”
Before I could respond, there was a bang against his door. We both jumped and turned towards the door. Judging by the rhythmic beating on the door and the shouts of pleasure, it was just a couple that had decided to use Soldier Boy’s door as another fuck place. I chuckled and turned back to him. My laughter died out, though, once I realized how close we had gotten to one another. My face was mere inches away from his. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. The closeness made my heart start pounding a little harder.
The alcohol had definitely kicked in because I did something that was very unlike me in that moment: I leaned forward and kissed him.
He was receptive right away. His free hand moved to hold the back of my head. His lips moved perfectly in time with mine. His tongue slid against my lower lip, asking permission for entrance, and I gave it to him. I let my empty glass fall to the floor, luckily the fall being cushioned by a rug next to his bed, while he placed his on the nightstand next to the bed without breaking our kiss. In one swift movement, he moved me so that I was straddling his lap, not once breaking our kiss.
His hands explored my body, running down the sides of my torso, to my hips, then over my ass. He grabbed the meaty flesh there, rocking my hips forward unintentionally (or maybe it was intentional) against him. His cock was growing hard and I could feel that the tip was starting to peak out from his robe. Suddenly, I felt very overdressed compared to him, and I wanted to change that.
I broke away and Soldier Boy watched with lust filled eye as I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it onto the floor. I stood from his lap to unbutton my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of him, just in my lingerie. Realizing how naked I was, I felt a little shy suddenly. Like I wanted to cover myself up or make all the light in the room disappear so that he couldn’t see me. But when he pulled me forward again, standing me between his open legs, and leaned forward to start kissing over the exposed skin of my stomach, the insecurities melted away into desire again.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Don’t you dare think of hiding this beautiful body away from me.”
I was shocked that he knew what I was thinking, but I didn’t have time to figure out how he knew. His hands were on me again, pulling me down onto his lap and then quickly turning the two of us so that I was laying beneath him on the bed. I could feel him pressing against my inner thigh as he kissed me again, a pool of wetness starting to fill in my panties.
He moved one hand between my legs, opening them up for him, and ran his finger over the clothed material. I gasped and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth again.
“You’re already so wet,” he noted. “How long has it been since you were touched?”
The answer was a bit embarrassing. That probably should’ve been the first sign that my relationship was going downhill, but I was too na��ve to notice that we hadn’t been having sex. Or maybe just too blind to the downfalls of my relationship.
When I didn’t answer, he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger into me. The sudden protruding felt painful at first. I dug my nails into his arms hard, but didn’t leave any marks or didn’t seem to hurt him in any way. He slowly started thrusting his finger in an out of me until the pain turned to pleasure, and then he added a second finger.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he commented. “That asshole must not have stretched this pussy out in a long time. Either that, or he had a microdick.”
His fingers gained speed. I could hear them becoming wetter and wetter every time he thrusted them inwards. I was well beyond cloud nine, probably cloud twenty at this rate. Whenever I opened my eyes all I could see was stars, and Soldier Boy’s face watching me as I came undone beneath him. He was an expert in ways I could only dream of, reaching places I didn’t even know could feel so good. He had me on the edge of my orgasm, when suddenly the pleasure was ripped away as he pulled his fingers from me.
I whined, trying to reach for him to get the feeling back. But he pulled away from me, putting the two fingers covered in my slick into his mouth and sucking them dry.
“You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” he said.
“Please,” was all I could manage. It almost sounded pathetic how desperate I sounded.
He smirked down at me. “I’ll give you what you want. I just want you to cum on my dick instead of on my fingers.”
He sat up and untied his robe, throwing it to the floor along with the other discarded clothes. His cock finally sprang free, standing at attention against his stomach. My eyes widened at how big he was. I should’ve anticipated it, I figured most Supe men were probably well hung, but it a shock none the less. I wondered if I would even be able to take his whole length.
He spit on his hand to lube himself up, moved my panties to the side again, and then lined his tip up with my entrance.
“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he began to push into me.
My gasps and moans filled the room as he slowly slid into me, inch by inch, almost at a painfully slow rate. I felt so full with him completely inside of me. I could feel the burn of him stretching me out around his girth, but even the burn felt like pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back down to me. I kissed him again, hungrily, desperately, and he got my silent message to start moving.
His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters. It felt so good to feel him pushing in and out of me. His dick was so long that I could feel it not only poking my g-spot, but absolutely abusing it with every thrust. It sent shockwaves of pleasure through me that I wasn’t even sure I had felt before. My head fell back onto the pillow, letting moans tumble from my lips as they felt the need to.
“F-Fuck,” I breathed. “S-Soldier Boy.”
“Ben,” he said, not breaking his pace. “Call me Ben.”
“Ben,” I moaned instead. Definitely a better name to say in bed. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Yeah? I think I can tell.”
I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he had a cocky smirk on his face.
I ran my hands from his shoulders down his toned back to his ass. I gave it a squeeze, urging him to go faster. I could feel my high coming back, and I desperately needed to chase it. He did as I wanted and his thrusts became faster, rougher. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts. He took hold of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, giving himself a better vantage point for his rough thrusts. I screamed out as his dick pounded against my g-spot, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I can feel you’re close,” he said. “I can feel this fucking pussy getting tighter. Cum all over my cock. You can do it, beautiful, I know you can.”
His words of praise and encouragement sent me toppling over the edge. Stars exploded from my vision as my body trembled and convulsed around him. It was the hardest I could ever remember orgasming in my life, and it was definitely the best orgasm I could remember having. I felt like I was flying off of the bed and high into the sky, never to return to Earth again.
If it weren’t for Ben above me, still thrusting and whispering words of praise into my ear, I probably would’ve thought I had actually floated away.
His release came shortly after my own. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me before he was coating my walls. His arms tightened around me as he rode out his own orgasm, grinding into me until he has squeezed every last drop into me. He pushed himself up so he could look down at me again.
“You look fucking gorgeous after being filled with my cum,” he commented.
I felt myself grow hot at the compliment, but my body felt too heavy to cover myself.
“Are you...are you on the pill or anything?” he asked. “I probably should’ve thought of that before, but I was kind of...busy. I can get you a plan b. We have plenty of those lying around for this day.”
I lazily shook my head. “I’m good. I’ve been on birth control since I was a teenager. Besides, I don’t think Supes can reproduce, can they?”
“We’ve been unsuccessful in that field thus far. Thank God.”
I started to chuckle, but it turned to a gasp as I felt him pulling his soft cock out of me. Even when it was soft, it was big. I could hardly believe all of that fit inside of me.
He took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs, gazing at the mess he had left between them.
“That’s a fucking beautiful sight,” he commented. I rolled my eyes and tried to close my legs, but he quickly held them open. “No, let me see this for another little bit at least.”
“You’re fucking weird.”
“You just fucked me, what does that say about you?”
He eventually climbed back into his bed next to me. I could still hear the orgy raging on outside of the door. I chuckled to myself, causing Ben to look over at me and arch an eyebrow.
“I fucked a Supe at the Supe orgy,” I explained. “But just one Supe, and it was the guy who created the whole fucking thing. I was planning on leaving when I stumbled into your room.”
“Well, thank God you didn’t.”
He put an arm around me and pulled me into his chest.
“Maybe getting under someone does help you get over someone,” I said. “I don’t even remember my ex’s name now.”
His chest vibrated as he laughed. “That is a good thing. If you find yourself remembering, though, you know where I live. You can always come over and I’ll help you forget again.”
I looked up at him. “Really? This wasn’t a one time thing?”
“I don’t intend for it to be. Did you?” I shook my head. “Okay, good. Since we’re on the same page, my offer still stands. Although, the offer actually extends to any time you want to come over, for any reason. Not just for some rebound sex.”
“That’s a dangerous offer. In a house this big, a bed this big, I might never want to leave. I might just live in this bed, honestly.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
We both laughed as he pulled me in to kiss my forehead. I made a mental note to thank Maria for dragging me to the super-fuck party when I finally found her again. Turns out, it wasn’t such a bad time after all.
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lostgirl677 · 4 months
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They didn't destroy you
One-shot
Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Established relationship
Masterlist
Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.
A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4
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A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.
“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.
For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.
Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept  saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.
Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love,  made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.
After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.”  I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.
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pinkiebieberpie · 11 months
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DATING DEAN WINCHESTER:
- he may not seem like it, but he is the biggest fan of cuddling,
- dean loves doing research with you, mostly because it always comes with lots of kisses,
- he is always touching you, he adores little, gentle and innocent touches,
- he also loves playing with your hair,
- and let's be honest he loves when you are playing with his hair; his head on your lap, just relaxing and you touching his hair, that's heaven for him,
- long car rides in the middle of the night!! talking about anything and everything, eating burgers at midnight, enjoying your time together,
- also making out in the impala ALL THE TIME; you sitting on top of dean, his hands on your ass, and of course it can get steamy,
- he loves cooking with you, when you two are alone in the bunker you always do that with a music, so you can sing and dance in the kitchen,
- dean is melting when you are on top of him during sex, he's a sub, but that doesn't mean he can't be more dominant,
- he just needs to be close to you, touching your hands, putting them above your head when he is the one making you feel good,
- this man loves taking photos of you: when you are doing chores around the bunker, when you are doing research, when you are reading, sleeping, when you are doing anything really,
- he also has a polaroid of you in his wallet,
- taking photos with you naked in bed after sex? yes.
- i was talking about cooking, but can you imagine baking with him?? "babe, can we make a pie?", "dean, again??", "i love pies and i love baking with you 😇😇" he's just a big, adorable baby sometimes,
- dean is an overprotective boyfriend even though you can take care of yourself,
- you are the one always winning rock-paper-scissors with him,
- he loves when you are wearing his clothes, especially when you are sleeping in his shirts,
- lazy mornings with him = breakfast in bed and big cups of coffee;
supernatural masterlist ++ tagging my sun @fleurfairie ☀️
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chxrryhansen · 2 months
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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍
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Pairing; Husband!Jake Jensen x Wife!Reader
Warning; smut, huge breeding kink, ever so slight mommy/daddy kink, oral (f receiving) Minors please DNI!!!
Summary; After seeing the way you interact with your colleagues kids, Jake can’t wait to put his own in you.
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Jake sighed heavily as he watched you from across the room as you mingled with your friends, a bright smile on your face.
Your pretty cheeks stretching wide as you laughed. You had both attended a small gathering at a colleagues home with a group of mutual friends, some of which who had kids.
His eyes practically glazed over with lust seeing how you interacted with the little ones, that motherly instinct taking over you.
You led a sweet little girl to the food table, your hand clasping her much smaller one, helping her pick out some snacks and watching with a smile as she happily scuttled off.
He couldn’t take it anymore, standing on shaky legs he snaked towards you. You spun around at the feel of Jake’s large hands wrapping around your waist, cupcake in hand, looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes.
“Time to go, baby.” he whispered, his breath fanning over your sensitive nape as his thumb wiped away the crumbs from your lips.
“Wh-What? But we only just got here Jakey.” you frowned, puzzled.He said nothing, grabbing your arm gently and dragging you out of the garden to his forest green G-Wagon, shouting a passing goodbye on his way out. “What the fuck Jake.” you mumbled.
His thick hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he pulled out of the driveway. His foot pressed against the accelerator, driving as fast as he could without wanting to cause an accident. “Jake. Slow down, oh my god what has gotten into you?” you practically shrieked as he took a sharp turn around a street corner.
Again, he said nothing. As if he were in some sort of trance, not even noticing you spoke, or, choosing to ignore you. Shortly you arrived home and before you could even blink Jake had hopped out of the drivers side, appearing next to you after ripping the passenger side door open.
His beefy arms linking underneath your legs as he carrying you to the front door of your shared home, his highlighted locks sticking to his forehead while his chest heaved up and down, using one hand to jingle his keys into the lock.
You looked at him in shock, you’d never seen the poor man so worked up before and you had no idea how or why. His shoes pelted against the stairs as he stormed towards your bedroom.
Slamming the door closed, he layed you down gently on the bed, kissing from your throat down to your stomach and lifting your sundress up and over your shoulders.
His hot breath fanned over your panties as he pushed them to the side, licking a long strip from your hole to your swollen clit. You moaned as your hips writhed, his glasses nudging against your clit as he tongued your hole.
Whimpering as he attached his lips to your sensitive button, he sucked and slurped at your cunt as he pushed a finger deep into your pussy, you cried out as your pussy clenched at the intrusion. He began to thrust his finger into your tight hole as he looked up at you, his baby blues shining with lust.
Pulling away all too soon, he climbed back up the bed and pulled you into a deep kiss, your tongues intertwining as he dry humped his dick into your pussy. You stopped him with a sharp tug of his hair. “B-Baby, what is this about?” you spoke breathlessly.
He shook his head, blowing out a puff of air. “You just looked so good sweetheart, the way you handled the kids, makes me want some of our own.”
You paused, deciding this was the right time to tell him “Yeah? You wanna make me a mommy?”Jake moaned out loud hearing the words leave your mouth.
“Fuckkk. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.” he said pulling you into a soft kiss, your tongues intertwined as his love poured through his saliva.
He sat up on his knees, peeling his boxers down his meaty thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt his swollen tip press against your soaked entrance.
He lifted your jaw with his fingers from above, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he pressed his hips against your own roughly, his thick cock bottoming out inside your pussy with one deep thrust making you cry out in pleasure. He pressed his hand against your flat stomach, imagining what it’ll feel like in a few months.
“Gonna’ cum inside you baby, f-fuck….i cant wait to see you get nice and round f’ me. Your belly all swollen with my kids.” he growled, a switch inside him flipping. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside and without warning slammed his hips into yours.
You screamed as you felt your tummy tightening. Your hands gripped his thick biceps as his balls slapped against your ass. The bed began to creak with each thrust of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall, sure to leave a dint.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. D-Don’t stop!” You whimpered as the knot in your stomach came loose, your cream leaking around the base of his cock as you came.
“Yeah? Right there baby? Right, fucking, there?” Jake growled, accentuating each word as he felt your pussy clench, watching as you orgasmed.
He leant down to bite your neck, hard, as he came. His hot, sticky ropes of cum filling your cunt to the brim, leaking out of your pussy before he was even finished emptying his load. His hips stuttered, groaning as he pulled out, resting his soft cock against your pussy lips.
His lips met your chest, then your throat and cheeks, your forehead, anywhere he could reach.
“You look so pretty like this, my cum leaking down your thighs. Can’t wait to see you carry my babies, makin’ me a real daddy. You’re gonna’ be such a good mommy. There’s nobody in the world i love more than you, sweetheart.”
He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his head against you. Almost like he was listening for a heartbeat that wasn’t even there yet.
You couldn’t tell if that last sentence was directed towards you, or the little bean soon to become the light of both your lives.
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wayward-dreamer · 2 months
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Impatient
Square/s filled: Orgasm denial @jacklesversebingo | FREE @spnkinkevents
Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2,080
Summary: Jensen and Y/N attend an industry event, but her impatience to have her way with him leads to him making sure she knows he's still in charge.
Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, gags, hair pulling, against the wall, slight degradation, use of 'slut', unprotected sex (wrap it up people), semi-public sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, fluff.
A/N: A recent group chat about Dom!Jensen has resulted in this. So, happy reading! ;) beta'd by my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean
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Jensen picked up a champagne flute as a waiter passed by him, handing it over to Y/N as his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. He sipped the whiskey in his other hand as they both looked over the crowd around them, hoping to find some of their friends or even acquaintances at the party. Industry events usually went on for hours, so they had plenty of time to mingle with others later, both of them more than okay with each other for company at that moment. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, showing his appreciation for her shape in the royal blue, strapless dress. He slowly and subtly moved the hand on her waist over her hip, down to the curve of her ass and back to her waist, making her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too much.
“I’m really regretting being here,” he husked close to her ear. “Especially with the way you look in this dress.”
Her eyes flicked over the light gray suit he was wearing, her fingers softly flicking the edge of his blue and white pocket square. “I can say the same for you and this suit.”
“Oh, is it doing somethin’ for ya?” he smirked.
“Definitely,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly, suggestively. She needed him desperately and she hoped that they could sneak away somewhere.
Unfortunately for them, someone he had worked on a project with years ago came over to him, both of them catching up. He introduced her and she smiled politely, nodding along with the conversation and laughing at the appropriate times but she wanted this guy to leave as soon as possible, so she could drag her boyfriend into the nearest bathroom. As she watched them, she slowly shifted the side of her upper thigh against his crotch, pressing her lips together in amusement as his hand dug into her hip as a warning. She was in a mood to challenge him, though. She repeated the movement, causing him to glance at her from the corner of his eye as he pulled away from her, slightly.
Jensen and his friend said their goodbyes with promises to catch up, before she said it was nice to meet him and watched him leave. She turned and looked up at Jensen, seeing his eyebrows raised at her.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked, moving closer to her so no one heard them.
“Nothing,” she shrugged, an innocent smile on her face.
She pushed herself into him, her hip rubbing against him once more and making her grin as she felt him twitch under his dress pants. He glared down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough so that their faces were an inch apart.
“Do that again and you know how this ends, darlin’,” he warned.
She felt her inner walls clench around nothing at his words, a thrill running through her as their gazes locked. His intense glare was taunting her, a silent threat for her to try her luck again and to see what happened. She pressed herself against him, her thigh brushing against his crotch once more, and that was it. He reached for the champagne in her hand and took it, placing that and his whiskey tumbler on the nearest table before he curled his hand around her wrist, leading her out of the huge ballroom where the event was being held. He spotted one of the restrooms at the end of the hallway, the exhilaration building inside her with each step they took towards it.
Jensen opened the door, checking that no one was inside as he turned back and locked it behind her. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they embraced each other, kissing fervently as his hands slid down her back to her waist. She clung to the lapels of his suit as their lips fused together sensually, her touch becoming frenzied as started to pull at his tie with one hand, and open the buttons of his shirt with the other. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off, walking forward and pressing her up against the tiled wall. She moaned against his lips as she tried to free her hands, desperate to get him out of as many of his clothes as she could. She tried to reach for his belt, causing him to trap her arms once more as he pulled away from the kiss.
“So impatient. You know better than that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and husky as he stared into her eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he reached down and pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress around her waist. “Spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, gulping as she felt his finger pull her black panties to the side. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers as he ran his digits through her folds, feeling how wet she was no doubt from the moment she started teasing him. He spread the arousal over her, moving his fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly. She gasped as she shifted her hips closer to him, making him chuckle.
“So fucking desperate,” he muttered, pecking her lips. “You gotta be good if you want my cock, sweetheart. Especially if you want it where my fingers are.”
Along with his words, he pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight heat, her mouth falling open and letting out a loud moan, her hands gripping his covered shoulders, tightly. He thrust them in and out of her, slowly in order to keep her on edge as his thumb flicked over her swollen nub. As he continued his ministrations, short whimpers escaped her, but they increased in volume and he knew he needed a way to keep her quiet. He didn’t want anyone from this event walking in on them, but there was no way he was stopping, either. He pulled his fingers out of her, ignoring the whine that left her as he turned her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against the tiles as he pulled the pocket square out, holding it to her lips.
“Open up, darlin’,” he ordered, smirking as he shoved it in just as she gasped. “You gotta stay quiet if daddy’s gonna fuck you with people right outside that door.”
She let out a muffled whimper, feeling his hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass as he pulled her hips a little closer. She heard the sound of his zip coming down, her heart beating faster in her chest as the head of his cock nudged against her folds. He took a hold of his thick shaft, his darkened gaze shifting over her as he watched the way she took all of him as he slid into her tight heat. He relished the feeling for only a second, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came knocking, grinning when he heard a stifled moan leave her. He pulled out completely before he thrusted into her again, continuing in a steady rhythm as he moved deep inside her. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, too, but he couldn’t help it when she was clenching around him so perfectly.
“Your pussy’s so fucking tight… she’s taking my cock so well, baby girl,” he husked, his hands gripping the flesh of her hips tighter.
Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly around the gag as his hips smacked against her, his cock pounding deep into her and pressing against that spot only he had ever managed to. He chuckled, the sound almost sinister as he leaned into her, his chest right against her back. One of his hands left her hips and moved into her hair, tugging at the roots roughly, causing another shriek of pleasure to come from her, muffled by the pocket square.
Jensen laughed again, keeping his lips close to her ear as his voice became low and gravelly, “Just don’t know how to stay quiet, huh? You really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t ya, sweetheart?”
His hips began to increase the pace he had set, slamming harder, faster within her as he chased that sweet release he craved but he had other plans for her. Her breathing was harsh, every short inhale and exhale through her nose burning her lungs as she tried to keep her hands steady on the wall. She was on the edge, her walls clenching around his length with every thrust, ready to hit that peak along with him at any moment.
“Shit, you’re close. Can feel the way you’re squeezing around my cock. Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did?” he asked, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Rubbing against me like that in a room full of people.”
The only response she could really give him in her current state was a pathetic nod, causing him to huff a small chuckle.
“Ah, see. I don’t think so, darlin’. I think only daddy gets to cum right now and then I take you home… and spank this ass raw for thinking you could pull that little stunt.”
Y/N’s eyes widened as she mewled in protest, trying to glance back at him but his firm grip around the strands of her hair kept her from turning.
“You can whine all you want. You don’t cum until I let you. Is that clear?” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.
Her shoulders slumped as she nodded again.
He kissed behind her ear, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect… gonna fill your tight little pussy up nice and deep.”
Jensen grabbed her waist, holding her still as his shaft pushed deeper into her. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him, causing him to fuck her harder when he felt himself throb inside her. With one last thrust, his neck strained back with a low grunt, the sound rumbling in his chest just as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum coating her walls. Y/N moaned at the feeling, wishing that she could’ve reached that euphoric end with him, but the warmth of seed would have to satisfy her until they got home. He slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to rest her hands on the wall for support as her legs shook. He cleaned himself up before he pushed his cock back in, zipping up his pants. He moved over to her, taking the pocket square from her mouth and folding it again, hiding the lipstick stains on the fabric as he tucked it into the front pocket of his suit.
He leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck as he reached between her legs, pulling her panties back into place. She turned gently, breathing heavily as they looked at each other. She smiled softly, a soft moan escaping her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his cum inside her.
“You okay?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hand.
“Yeah,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him passionately.
“Good,” he muttered when he pulled away, pulling her dress down for her as their eyes met. “Now you’re gonna be patient with that load inside you, while I talk to a few more people before we leave.”
She almost let out a sigh of protest but his intense gaze stopped her. He grinned as he leaned in, his plump lips brushing against hers as their eyes remained locked on each other.
“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he started, his voice dropping to that deep timbre once more. “I promise I’ll stick to my word.”
Y/N bit her lip as she dropped her gaze, the anticipation of what he told her he was going to do to her making her core tighten once more. She washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick and then wrapped her fingers around his as he led her out of the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before they left the event, both of them far too impatient not to continue what they had started.
And he definitely stuck to his word as soon as they got home.
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babyjakes · 7 months
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mess of a lesson.
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event | august '23 general requests blurb night
summary | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.
pairing | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader
warnings | ddlg (two daddies!!!!). uhh, jakey and ari are definitely MAKING her piss/cum so,, dark/non/dubcon perhaps. holding down/restraining. fingering. clit play. anal play/fingering. forced orgasm. squirting+++. watersports: forced wetting (DUH!!!!). so much mocking/degradation holy shit. petnames. praise.
word count | 1,090
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dedication | this fic is dedicated to my angel my bby my sweetie pie ms. @brandycranby, ily my fellow piss enthusiast <33
an | absolutely no one asked for this but. here are my favorite soft daddies acting out my deepest darkest fantasy with sweet little reader, i have been dying to write this smutty trio for soooo long (this is a similar matchup/dynamic to daddy!ari, caregiver!jakey, and wren in egem) and at this point fuck it, here you all go. hope this'll help you understand why i'm down so fucking bad for these guys.
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"No Daddy— please!" You can't tell who your words are directed at as you writhe weakly against Ari's strong set of arms as they hold you firmly with your back against his chest. As much as you struggle, there's no getting out for you as he restrains you on his lap.
"Easy, baby. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the brown-haired man hums, managing to hold you securely against him with just a single arm wrapped around your waist. "Quit fighting us, honey. C'mon, be a good girl."
"Oh sweetie," your other daddy murmurs as he sits in front of you. Jake's expression is much softer than his partner's, his gaze full of concern and sympathy as he reaches out and strokes your cheek. "Don't cry, pretty girl. We're gonna take such good care of you, right Ari?" he checks in with the larger man who's guiding your legs apart, holding them open with his own.
"Nooo!" you whine as your flimsy little tennis skirt is flipped up and out of the way. Jake takes a gentle hand and runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy, nodding expectingly as a dark wet patch soon appears.
"Our poor little baby, she knows what's coming," Ari murmurs against your ear as he reaches his free hand down to join Jake's. "Seems like she's getting excited, Jake. What do you think?"
"Think you must be right," Jake agrees as he reaches down, effortlessly ripping the thin strip of fabric covering your burning heat in half. "There," he coos, using both hands to spread you out nice and wide. "Go ahead," he nods to Ari, "let's help our little girl go potty, hmm? Since she can't seem to know when she needs to, herself."
Ari lets out a low, grumbly hum in agreement as his expert fingers find your pool of juices, dragging up some of your slick to hone in on your little bundle of nerves. "There," he smiles as you jerk against both of the men's ministrations. "Keep holding her open for me, Jake. Just like that, shouldn't be long..."
The tips of his fingers burn against your throbbing button as big tears roll down your cheeks. "Don't cry, sweetheart. You asked for this, remember? How many times did we ask if you had to go before we left?" the sterner man demands. Jake watches with his brow raised, thankful that Ari is willing to be firm with you when needed.
"A-... a-... a-a lot, Daddy," you stammer apologetically.
"Mhmm," Ari nods as Jake repositions his hands, giving the man behind you the best possible access to your aching clit, and the best possible view of your soaking cunt to himself. "And only ten minutes into the drive, we had to turn right back around, because someone started crying about having to go potty. Is that right, angel?" he continues his cruel lecturing. You nod, groaning and whimpering as a familiar tightness begins building somewhere deep in your core. "So this is what you get, princess. You know the rules. Naughty little girls who don't go potty when they're supposed to need to be punished."
"That's right," Jake coos regretfully as he shifts to hold the hood of your clit back with one hand, using the other to gently begin prodding at your tiny rosebud as your wetness drips down between your spread cheeks. "This is just to help you learn, sweet thing. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for us, hm? Be a good girl for your daddies, give them what they want?"
"I don't think she has much of a choice," Ari chuckles as he feels your breaths deepening against him. "Look at her, poor little thing. Her tummy's so full, I bet if we just..." You let out a startled squeak as he moves his arm down to press his muscular forearm right against your aching bladder.
"Nooo Daddy! Please, s-stop!" you howl, but Ari only kisses the side of your head as he rubs your clit in faster, tighter circles, watching over your shoulder as Jake presses a single finger into your tight little bottom.
"C'mon cutie, don't fight us," Jake smiles reassuringly as he gently works his digit against your sensitive inner walls, the burning sensation the movement creates nearly unbearable. "Be good and cum for your daddies. What do you think, Ari? Looks like she's almost there."
"Just a little more, right there," Ari sings as he rolls your hardened clit between his fingers, his sadistic grin growing as he sees you nearing the end of your rope. "There it is. Now cum for us, little girl," his voice darkens. At his words, you snap, your back arching off of Ari's chest as you're forced to release against the cruel hands of your torturers. "There you go, baby. Keep cumming. Fuck, this bitch is really making a mess," he laughs.
"There, that's it," Jake croons after him, both of the men completely mesmerized by the sight of you pissing yourself and orgasming at the same time. "Poor baby girl, was holding in sooo much in that sweet little tummy of hers. It just keeps coming and coming, huh?"
"Sure does," Ari agrees as your contractions finally begin to die down, leaving you a whimpering, breathless mess as you lie limply against your daddy out of pure exhaustion. Once the last of the spasming ceases, Ari brings his hand up to brush your hair back from your face, loosening his arm around you to take pressure off your emptied bladder. "Good girl," he soothes, kissing you again against your temple.
You wince as Jake removes his finger from you, using his other hand to reach up and rub your poor little tummy under your shirt. "Easy, cutie. You're okay; you did it, sweetie! You were so good, such a good girl for your daddies."
"Such a brave girl," Ari agrees, sharing a smile and loving glance with Jake. "She's getting better at it each time. Less fighting and tears, she knows what's best. Don't you, baby?" You nod obediently, earning a pleased hum of approval from both of the men.
"Now let's go get you cleaned off, huh sweetheart?" Jake suggests as Ari slowly helps you to your feet. Your legs tremble beneath you as you look down at the puddle on the floor. "Don't worry about that, baby. We'll get it cleaned up. I think your clothes might need a run in the wash, though. What do you say?"
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Off and On Again
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This fic will cover my "Do I have to take it off again?" square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be in bold.❤️
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Summary: When Y/N wants to hang on to Jensen's shirt he has a very interesting way of getting it back.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Sexy af Jensen. Rockstar!Jensen. Definitely a warning. Slightly rough, unprotected PinV Sex. Oral (f. receiving.) Vaginal fingering. Slight orgasm denial (very light) and edging (sort of).
Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,619
A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. This one is a slight AU - Rockstar!Jensen. It came from a sort of request from @envyaurora95 who shared this pic with me. So, I stole this prompt to fulfill that sort of request. 😊 I'm sorry that this didn't turn out exactly as we'd talked about. Hope you enjoy it anyway, my dear. ❤️
A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.
The beautiful dividers used here are from @talesmaniac89
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Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room, disoriented for a moment.
It was a hotel room.
Was it morning or…?
Reality came floating back into her brain slowly and she realized the clock on the nightstand read 8:04 PM. It was evening. Then Jensen walked slowly out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his hips, and she remembered everything. They’d met in the bar the night before, and he’d picked her up with barely more than a smile. 
They’d come back to his room and he’d spent all night making her fall apart over and over - he’d been insatiable and Y/N had woken up in the morning with aching muscles and a desperate need for even more of him. She’d convinced him to ditch the interviews he was set to do that afternoon, and they’d barely left the bedroom all day. She’d fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion a few hours earlier.
Jensen noticed her waking now and smiled at her from the foot of the bed. “Good evening, beautiful.”
It was beyond ridiculous to feel shy after everything they’d done together, but she blushed anyway. She had a feeling that there was something in his smile that would always make her blush.
“I was gonna wake you soon.” Jensen continued as he dropped his towel and stepped into a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. Y/N tried not to stare as he tucked himself away in the snug underwear. But fucking hell that man was…very...naturally blessed.
He spoke again as he slid on a pair of black jeans. “I’ve gotta get to sound check. But I hope you’ll come to the show tonight.” He thumbed towards the desk behind him. “I left you a ticket. Backstage pass.” He said with a wink. 
Y/N nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to come.”
His smile was soft. “Good.”
Y/N bit her lip and grabbed Jensen’s long-sleeved, black, denim shirt that sat at the end of the bed, pulling it on as she pointed towards the bathroom. “Gotta use the little girl’s room.” She said as she darted away.
When she came out a few minutes later, Jensen was fully dressed in his jeans and a gray t-shirt; he wore a watch on one hand and a couple of metal and beaded bracelets on the other, and a chain around his neck. His long hair was still slightly damp as he pushed it back off his forehead.
He was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever seen.
His smile was slow and sensual as he lifted a hand towards the shirt Y/N wore. “Gonna need that back now, sweetheart.”
Y/N arched a mischievous brow. “And what if I don’t give it back? Gonna make me?”
Jensen’s gaze became incredibly heated as he stared at her, slowly approaching her and forcing her to step backwards till she hit the wall.
“No, I won’t make you," he said silkily, "but if you don’t give it up, you’ll be sorry.” He said the last bit in a sing-song voice that made her giggle with anticipation while a shiver ran through her. 
“Really?” Y/N questioned cheekily. “And why is that?” 
Instead of answering Jensen pushed the sides of the shirt open, sliding his hands up over her ribcage to cup her breasts in both hands. He gently rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Y/N gasped. They were extra sensitive after so many hours of Jensen’s mouth sucking and biting at them. 
He dropped his head to her left breast and licked the aching, slightly chafed bud, his warm tongue soothing and exhilarating at the same time. He let go of her right breast so he could slip one finger between her wet folds to circle her clit, making her moan and thump her head back against the wall. 
He sucked more purple marks into the soft skin of her breasts as he slid his thick middle finger into her body, making her cry out.
“Unf! Jensen, oh fuck, fuck!” She shouted as he pressed against her sweet spot.
He lowered himself to his knees and bent his head, dipping his tongue into her slick and finding and teasing her clit, flicking the tip back and forth against her. She bit into her lip, desperately trying not to scream out her need and brushing back the soft hair that fell across his forehead as he pleasured her.
She was on the brink, ready to topple over, all she needed was for Jensen to press against that sweet spot one more time. She was gasping and panting as she begged him to end her exquisite torment.
But suddenly he pulled back from her and licked his wet, swollen lips as he stared up at her, slick glistening on his beard and mustache. 
“Told you you’d be sorry, beautiful. Now give me my shirt back like a good girl, and when the show’s over, I promise I’ll let you finish.”
Y/N whimpered as Jensen stood up and wiped his hand over his mouth. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders and leaned down to speak low, breathing against the shell of her ear. 
“It’s gonna make me hard as hell onstage tonight, to know you’re watching in the wings, all wet and aching for me. Promise you won’t touch yourself? Wait for me.” He insisted and Y/N nodded, even though she pulsed with need.
“Good girl.” He praised as he shrugged into the shirt. He kissed her briefly and smiled against her lips. “See you after the show.”
***
The concert had been torture for Y/N. Watching Jensen onstage was like an hour and half of foreplay. Every note he sang and every move he made, shot fire straight to her core, making her muscles clench and ache from emptiness. She was so desperate to feel him move inside her again that there were moments she honestly thought she might come just from standing in the wings and watching him.
Finally the show ended and Y/N clapped and screamed with the rest of the fans as Jensen left the stage. Backstage was filled with clusters of people, managers, and backstage staff, VIPs and groupies, media personnel covering the tour; they all crowded into the limited space.
Jensen came through, with two big bodyguards on either side of him, pushing aside the groupies and media as Jensen smiled at them all and gave them a wave. But as he passed Y/N he grabbed her hand and yanked her along with him and she dashed a bit to keep up with his long stride. Finally he broke free of everyone and stepped through a nondescript black door. He pulled Y/N through it quickly and she was just barely able to recognize that it was a dressing room before Jensen slammed the door shut and spun her around to press her against it. 
He shoved up the short corduroy skirt she wore as he tugged her hips out towards him. He dug his fingers into her hips as he bent across her body and panted onto her shoulder. 
“I need to fuck you. Now. Say yes.”
“Fuck yes!” Y/N groaned. Jensen just pushed her panties aside so he could slam into her drenched cunt without hesitation.
“Ah fuck!” Jensen growled against her as he bit into the skin exposed by her off-the-shoulder sweater. 
Y/N pressed her forehead against the door and tried not to scream as Jensen slammed himself home again, angling his hips so his cockhead perfectly hit her sweet spot. But when he pulled out and did it again, Y/N couldn’t hold back, as the hours of denial and edging finally erupted in a seemingly endless climax.
As Y/N squeezed around him over and over, Jensen’s rhythm faltered and he thrust deep and hard one last time before shouting out his own pleasure and spilling into her, hot and thick.
Y/N knew they could likely be heard throughout the entire backstage area. But as Jensen slipped his hand around her hip to tap and rub at her clit, bringing on yet another mind-blowing orgasm as he finished, she couldn’t manage to make herself care.
***
The next morning Y/N was simply incapable of moving for a solid hour after she woke up. So, Jensen just ordered them room service and they ate in bed, sharing some more of their lives with each other and laughing and joking together. 
After a couple of hours of lounging and enjoying each other's company, Jensen had some phone calls he had to make and Y/N finally left the bed to go shower. The water felt heavenly and she was refreshed and far less exhausted when she stepped out. 
As she toweled herself off she noticed Jensen’s black, denim shirt hanging on a hook on the back of the door. With a smile, she slipped it on and did up a few buttons before walking back into the room. Jensen was just hanging up his phone and he looked up as she emerged. His eyes darkened and he lifted his phone, waving it slightly.
“That was my manager. I need to go downstairs and make up for all those interviews I skipped yesterday.”
Y/N pouted slightly but nodded, unbuttoning one of the buttons on his shirt. “Do I have to take it off again?”
Jensen stood up and stalked towards her. “Fuck no, I’ll do it.” 
He yanked the shirt open, ripping off a couple buttons. He kissed her deeply, and then pulled her forward to fall on top of him on the bed. “My manager’s gonna be pissed, but hey,” He shrugged and grinned wickedly, “it'll be worth it.”
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Dean’s Birthday Surprise
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Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!
Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!!  Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut. 
Written For: @spnkinkevents
Prompt: Crotchless Panties
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2k 
A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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Dean’s POV:
Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it. 
Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.
Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed. 
He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was. 
Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.
"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.
"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.
"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. 
Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head. 
"Yeah, I think I will…"
"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy." 
"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."
"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."
Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again. 
"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.  
"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."
"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him. 
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Y/N POV:
Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties. 
Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday. 
Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway. 
She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself. 
As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off. 
Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much. 
She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone. 
“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”
Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory. 
“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”
She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.
“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.
“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon. 
“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.
“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper. 
Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”
As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her. 
“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”
“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer. 
“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too. 
“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand. 
“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled  as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace. 
He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.
Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one. 
Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin. 
Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well. 
“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest, 
“Yep, all night,” she chuckled. 
“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”
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cevansbaby-dove · 3 months
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Let's relax boys.
Smutty one shot. 18+ only.
Thank you to @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden For asking about this hope you enjoy.
You and Dean and Sam go camping but when your not even thinking..you find yourself sleeping next to dean what will be the outcome? 😉
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"hey sammy" you hear dean say as he walks into the office you and sam are working in. "yes?" you are typing on your laptop you don't even hear dean walk in. "This is crazy you two"
You look at dean. "what's crazy? hunting demons? yea i'll agree with that"
Dean smiles you always had a great sense of humor when he needed it. "yes Y/N hunting is to much.."
You shut your laptop. "You know what we need boys?"
Sam looks at you. "What's that?" You smile. "We should go camping!" The boys looks at each other like your crazy.
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Dean says. "camping? what are we kids?" You smile. "come on it'll be fun just you, me, and sam and with nature, no demons, no monsters just...peace"
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"okay it doesn't sound to..bad" Dean says. Sam looks at him. "What if we get attacked?" You stand up. "great we'll leave in the morning"
You walk away and Sam says. "This is a bad idea"
The next Evening.
"Ready boys?" You ask as you walk out in jeans, brown t-shirt and boots. Sam looks at you. 'Yea as ready as i'll ever be" Dean walks out. "Damn y/n stop looking so hot" he jokes.
You smile. "sorry no sorry" You guys head out to the woods and before long you set up your tent across from dean's and sam's is to the right of dean's.
"okay, Sam mind getting the wood for the fire?" he nods "Sure" he walks away leaving you with dean the brother that you have had a crush on for months.
"brought anything we can make?" Dean smiles. "uh..i think so" he finds some meat and sam walks back and you help him get a fire started. "hmm much better"
You sit down watching the flames move it was scary but you loved it too.
After dinner your so tired you say to sam. "Good night sam see you" He smiles. "Night Y/n sleep tight"
You look around. "tell dean i said night if he shows up" Sam nods.
You stumble into a tent and change for bed and lay down.
About half and hour dean walks in and discards his shirt and jeans. You turn hearing a sound. Your heart races seeing dean's toned body. You sit up. "Dean?"
He walks closer to you kneeling by you. "Y/n? uh...hi" You smile. "hey uh..did i take a wrong turn?" He smiles. "looks like it"
You lean closer to him. "Should i leave?"
Dean says. "Don't" His lips are on yours it's a soft yet heated kiss like he's waited for this moment and he didn't want it to slip away.
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Dean's tongue brushed across your bottom lip. You opened your lips up to grant him access. Your tongues fought for dominance. Dean's won.
Dean moved his head down to kiss your neck, sucking on your sweet spot to leave a hickey and leaving goosebumps on your skin.
"Hmm..dean...we shouldn't...sammy he's" Dean says. "he's asleep y/n i want you so bad"
"i want you too" You kiss his neck moving your hands up his back making him moan.
He removes your pants and underwear at the same time.
"fuck your beautiful"
You smile. "that's just cause i'm naked' Dean smiles. "Nah you've been beautiful even after a hunt god y/n i love being around you" he kissed your neck again.
"Dean i need you"
He adjusted your legs so that your knees were bent and your legs were spread wide. He kissed along your thighs.
"I know but be quiet for me" He smiles.
You were so wet already. All of a sudden, the kisses stopped, and his face dove into your heat. You felt his tongue circle your clit.
"hmm" You cover your mouth so you don't moan loud.
You moaned as his other hand made its way to your chest, squeezing your breasts. The sensation was awesome. You could feel your climax start to build when he stops.
"I want you to cum when i'm inside of you"
You look at him as he pushes into your clit. "yes dean"
He moves slowly letting you adjust to his cock. "Dean please...move faster'
"yea? I can be slow honey" You moan when he doesn't move faster. "okay darling okay i got ya' his pace gets faster making you moan. 'fuck yes right there!" he's hitting your g-spot every thrust he does in you.
"Fuck Y/N so tight for me" he grunts as his hips keep moving. 'So close" He said making you say. "Me...too"
You come undone and Dean let's go inside of you. "what took us so long to do this?"
Dean moved back up to kiss you. The kiss was passionate.
Even more so than before. His tongue slid in your mouth, and you could taste yourself. You moaned into the kiss. This was going to be a long night.
A/n:Well damn two smut fics in one night that's it for me tonight damn ima go sleep with this on my mind. 🥵
tags:@cutedisneygrl @alternativeprincess94 @k-slla @jackles010378
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.
warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use 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.
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Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose. 
He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. 
Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.
You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.” 
Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 
Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.
Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum. 
You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return. 
You lie there, wondering what man you will get next. 
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k-slla · 2 months
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With You At Last
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A/N: so I wrote this last night after work. I just had one song on repeat for the whole day and for some reason it made me think of Ben.
Song used for inspiration
Word Count : ~690
Pairing : Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader
Warnings: angst, language
All mistakes are mine. Feedback is appreciated 🤍
My Masterlist
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You were there in Nicaragua, in 1984. You were there when Ben was taken from you. You were there when he was betrayed by your own team.
Actually, you couldn't say that they were your team, considering how Edgar kept you fighting from the sidelines, not putting you on the team. He did admit that you were and had always been very useful to them; you just didn't have…a certain appearance to be part of the official Payback team.
Those were his words to Ben, when he tried to get you on the team, to fight beside him. And as answer to Ben's boldness to question him and threaten to bring you to limelight, he spitefully coerced him to date the Countess for the tabloids. For showing his attitude.
And that fucking hurt. Seeing him with her on the covers of every magazine. Knowing that behind the closed doors he was yours, didn't help at all.
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You knew that simple bullets couldn’t hurt him, but then again you didn’t know what could. So when you saw Ben being dragged away from the field, you assumed the absolute worst.
Everything around you collapsed. You were kneeling on the ground, completely shattered as you saw the rest of the team fleeing from the scene, clearly unbothered by the loss of their leader. All but Swatto, but even his death meant nothing to them, as long as they got rid of Soldier Boy. Or so at least it seemed to you.
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Ben always hated the fact that you were kept in secrecy. He hated that you couldn't get the recognition that you deserved, just based on your looks.
"Who the fuck cares about our looks? " He had tried to reason with Edgar, who still wouldn’t budge, even after admitting your value to the team.
You had the power to manipulate people's perception. You were present on every battlefield beside Payback, helping them in the most useful ways with your ability. While Payback attacked, you deprived them from their physical awareness, so Ben and others could fight them without getting injured. To him, you were the one who made Payback’s conquests possible.
Ben honestly didn’t know what the fuck had happened that day. Everything went to shit in a split second. Mallory’s base was under attack and you were nowhere to be seen. And then there was nothing.
Until he woke up, restrained to some table, and about to be experimented on. For almost 40 years they held him there.
And all that kept him borderline sane during that time was you. And planning the payback for his former team. But all that was secondary next to you.
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He had never thought that he’d ever find someone who would make him want to have something meaningful in his life. Something real. Something that no one would be able to take away from him. He just wanted you.
He wasn't even sure how he was capable of loving you as much as he did. He never received any love or affection from his father. Ben was abandoned, and had been alone since childhood. But he knew he loved you, otherwise he would have forgotten you. Otherwise he would’ve already given up on everything.
He waited for the day he’d finally be free. He knew it was coming and he’d be ready for that.
Still, his hope had started to waver, and he lost himself to loneliness. Hopelessness of seeing you ever again started to take power over his love for you in his mind. And he couldn't fight back to it.
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After years of imprisonment and torture, Ben was certain that they had managed to kill him somehow. Or that he’d finally lost his sanity. He wasn't even sure which he would've preferred.
The air was knocked out of him when he saw you standing there in front of him. Even when you held him in your arms after all the years of being separated, he had a hard time believing that it was real. One kiss from you was all it took to convince him. It was real. You were real.
Finally, you had found him and he was not alone.
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Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 3.12 'Jus in Bello'
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impala-dreamer · 3 months
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Trouble On Set
A Short Story
~Jensen and Jared have a habit of messing with costars, but what happens when one of them fights back?~
Jensen x Reader (ish), Misha, Jared / Dean x Carrie, Sam, Castiel
2,963 Words
Warnings: Pranks and Drama and Adult Behavior. Fluff.
Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works
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Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.
“Please, don’t!” Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.
Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. “I- I didn’t mean to…”
Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.
“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”
She looked up from Sam’s shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. “Dean, I-”
A loud, blistering pop of air ripped through the room, accompanied by a rotten smell so foul that Carrie could not hold back her disgust.
“Dean, I- I-” The smell permeated her senses and her gag reflex activated. “Oh god-”
Jared laughed, his giant body shaking, still wrapped around Y/N. She gagged loudly and tried to pry herself out of his grasp.
“Cut!”
“Oh my god!” Y/N held her breath and shoved at Jared’s chest, finally pushing him away.
Above them, Jensen looked down with a wicked smile. “Jesus, dude, what’d you eat!” He waved a hand in front of his face as the smell finally reached him.
“You’re disgusting,” Misha added, standing off to the side on his mark. “So gross.”
Jared stood up and shrugged as he adjusted his jeans, yanking them up back into place. “Hey! Shit happens!”
Jensen burst into a loud cackle that bent him clean in half. “Did you shit yourself?”
Y/N tried to stay calm, keep herself professional, but the smell seemed to be getting worse. “Wow.”
“Think something died in your ass, dude,” Jensen went on, hands on his knees as he laughed.
Jared took it all in like he was winning an award, smile beaming as the crew reset.
“OK! Settle! Let’s go again.”
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Dean raised his fist high, his jaw twitching with anger.
Carrie shrank down and away, terrified and aching from his previous blow. “Please, don’t!” Her voice trembled, her hand shot up to hide her face from his wrath.
Dean froze, his fingers unfurling as he looked down at her, pain and sadness filling his freckled face. “I- I didn’t mean to…”
Carrie stared up at him, tears flooding her pretty eyes.
Jensen licked his lips slowly, seductively, and raised an eyebrow at Y/N.
Sam rushed past Dean and dropped down to his knees next to Carrie. She fell forward into his big arms as her breath became labored with heavy sobs.
“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”
Jensen bared his teeth and ran the tip of his tongue across the edges, licking his chops like a wolf as he stared at her.
Carrie looked up from Sam’s shoulder and a tear fell from her eye. “Dean, I-”
Again, Jensen used his tongue, this time flickering it quickly between his teeth, then rolling it suggestively. He smirked as Y/N shivered, distracted by his movements.
“Dean, I-”
Another slow, long roll of his tongue.
“I, uh…”
“Cut!”
Jared leapt to his feet and went over to Jensen, continuing a conversation from before the first take. Misha pulled out his phone, and Y/N simply stayed on the dirty studio floor, wiping real tears from her face with the hem of her shirt.
“You OK?”
Blue eyes were wide with genuine concern, but Y/N waved Misha off. “I’m fine. Thank you.” Her smile was weak but managed to help calm her frustration.
“OK, people. Let’s go again! Take ten…”
And so it went.
After five days of filming the first of her seven episode run, Y/N had messed up nearly every shot she was in, whether by design or fear of having it ruined. Jared and Jensen were terribly wicked, making her break constantly, tripping her, making faces at each other or her, farting- it was almost unmanageable. Through it all, Y/N tried her best to stay calm and keep going. It was a huge thing- landing a spot on such a great show, but she didn’t know if she could do it for much longer. The frustration was boiling up inside of her, and- not to mention- she felt unwanted and severely disliked. Everyone always talked about how nice Ackles and Padalecki were to guest stars, how playful and loving the set was, how the cast and crew were like family. Y/N sure as hell wasn’t feeling like family. More like the black sheep no one wanted to talk about. Or to.
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Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.
“Please, don’t!” Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.
Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. “I- I didn’t mean to…”
Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.
“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”
She looked up from Sam’s shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. “Dean, I-”
Jensen looked up at the ceiling, refusing to meet her gaze. He puckered his lips as if whistling, completely ignoring her.
“Dean-”
He tongued his cheek and sighed, seemingly annoyed by her acting.
“I… um…”
Y/N cleared her throat and grit her teeth, determined to make it through the take.
“Dean- I’m so sorry.” Carrie let loose a stream of loud tears, pouring them into Sam’s shoulder. “I’m sorry!”
“And...cut! We got it. That’s dinner, people.”
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Y/N stepped out into the cold Vancouver night, totally uninterested in dinner or anything other than collapsing into her bed back at the hotel. She needed a shower, a drink, and a call back home to her best friend. The job she’d been looking forward to for weeks had turned out to be a nightmare.
Finally alone, she closed her eyes and lifted them towards the dark sky, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Things were not what they had seemed.
Boots echoed behind her and Y/N startled, turning to see Jensen walking towards her, a kind smile upon his plump lips.
“Hey.” He stopped a few feet away and tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels nervously.
Y/N’s anxiety spiked and her stomach tightened. “Hey.”
He licked his bottom lip slowly, green eyes flashing over her face. “Great job today. Made it through that scene nicely.”
Confused, Y/N swallowed down her annoyance and nodded. “Thanks. You too.”
“It’s not easy to cry like that,” he complimented, voice smooth and sweet. “I’m impressed.”
Her eyes narrowed on him, not sure what was going on. “Thanks?”
“Really,” he pushed with a smile, the apples of his cheeks burning pink under the lot lights. “You did great.”
Y/N couldn’t respond; her thoughts twisted in utter confusion. She stared at Jensen as if he were some alien being sent to drive her insane.
He tipped back on his boot heels and took a deep breath, prepping for something. He cleared his throat and locked his knees. “So anyway… I was wondering if you… wanted to come get a drink with me? We’re pretty much done for the day. I think they’re just reshooting Jared’s scene with Misha next, so you and I could sneak away.” He held his breath and dug his front teeth hard into his bottom lip, waiting for her answer.
It was not what he expected.
Y/N’s jaw dropped and she blinked furiously at him, stunned. “Excuse me?”
Jensen laughed timidly. “There’s a bar we like to go to downtown. We can… go hang out? Get a buzz on?” He shrugged and smiled.
Y/N snapped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He jolted. “What?”
“I said, are you fucking kidding me?” she spat, turning towards him with rage pulsing from her form. Jensen took a step back but she came closer. “You… you have been fucking with me all fucking week!” Her voice echoed down the alleyway, giant metal buildings amplifying her rage like a blow horn. “You’re so mean! You… you and Jared have been fucking up every take for me! You tripped me twice, I slammed into a wall yesterday; you’re making disgusting remarks and faces at me while I’m trying to cry. You’re ruining this for me!”
Jensen’s hands lifted from his pockets to surrender, his palms facing her in the dark. “Whoa. It’s not… we’re not-”
“You’re not? You’re not! You’re gonna get me fired! Do you even care about anyone but yourself? This is a huge deal for me and you’re going to ruin it. I’m gonna get fired because you can’t keep be fucking professional and Jared can’t stop eating burritos for lunch!” Y/N caught herself, gasping for a breath while her pulse raged in her ears. “Fuck!”
Jensen shook his head in shock and lowered his hands. “Y/N, it’s… really not what you think. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Oh, he’s sorry!” She spun around, telling the world. “He’s sorry he’s going to get me fired, everyone! Jensen Ackles is sorry! That makes it all better!”
He stood, dumbfounded and guilty, his shoulders falling low, his eyes filling with hurt. “Wow. I’m… really sorry.”
Y/N took a deep, shaking breath and turned her eyes away, not wanting him to see her cry. “Yeah. Thanks for the apology.” She crossed her arms and spun on her heel, turning her back on him. “Think I’ll pass on drinks.”
Jensen tried to say something, to find some way to smooth things over, but his voice died in the back of his throat, his mind empty and unsure. “Yeah,” he mumbled, backing away. “OK.”
She heard him walk away and she did the same, stalking towards the parking lot.
From the shadows, a dark figure emerged, black hair a mess, trenchcoat flapping gently in the breeze.
“You know he’s just fucking with you.”
Misha’s voice called to her and Y/N turned to see him leaning against the corner of the building, clearly having heard and seen everything.
“You usually lurk in the shadows like that?”
He laughed and shrugged. “No, but I’m usually in the right place at the right time.”
Y/N shook her head. “Not me. I’m clearly in the wrong place, wrong time, wrong profession.”
Misha pushed himself away from the wall. “Nah. You were really good today.”
“Was I?” she snit, sarcasm coating every inch of her. “Sorry. I’m just- they’re torturing me and I don’t know why.” Her voice cracked. “They fucking hate me. What did I do?”
He laughed.
“Oh, that’s funny to you?”
He shook his head. “They don’t hate you, Y/N.”
She huffed. “I highly doubt that, but thank you.”
Misha came closer and lowered his voice. “You know, they only torture those they like. Especially Jensen. He’s only like that with people he… really likes.” He emphasized the last like as if he were the grade school gossip and Y/N scoffed.
“Yeah, right.”
He grinned and shrugged. “Believe me or don’t, but it’s true. At least with you around, I’m getting a break.”
Y/N’s shoulders scrunched up high as she processed the new information. “He… likes me?”
Misha nodded. “Yup. He’s like a kid on a playground,” he told her. “If he dips your pigtails in ink tomorrow, don’t be upset. It’s like his mating call.”
Y/N cracked the first smile in days and hummed devilishly. “Hmm…”
“That’s a scary hmm,” Misha laughed.
“It is,” she agreed, turning to meet his gaze. “Maybe we can use this,” she said, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. “Maybe we can prank him back.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that never works. I’ve tried.”
Again, Y/N’s brain turned in circles as her plan pieced together. “Hmm…”
Misha leaned back and watched her think. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”
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Carrie walked into the kitchen, her face covered in bruises; a tiny butterfly bandage above her eyelid holding together a deep cut. She tiptoed down the steps and skirted the perimeter, eyes ever on Dean who sat alone at the table. He nursed a beer, two empty bottles haphazardly lined up next to it.
“Rough night?” she asked, her voice cracking with nervous emotion.
Dean didn’t look at her. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long sip, his eyes closing as the brew flooded his tongue. He came up with a heavy breath. “Rough life.”
She nodded and took a step towards him. “Yeah. I don’t doubt it.” Bare feet were sticky on the tile as she went to him, stopping at the edge of the table. “Do you wanna-”
“Talk about it?” he snapped, cutting her off, looking up with pained, red-rimmed eyes. “No. Do you?”
Meekly, Carrie shook her head. “No.”
She started to turn, meaning to leave him alone to wallow, but Dean’s hand shot out to grab her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up, a little drunk, mostly guilty.
“Why are you still here?” he whispered, tears choking his deep voice.
Her bottom lip trembled as his grip tightened. “W-what do you mean?”
Dean sat up, drawing closer to her, gaze digging into her soul. “Why are you still here? I almost killed you.”
She swallowed hard and leaned down, breath passing over his lips like a warm breeze. He closed his eyes but the kiss never landed. She pressed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear. “Because I can’t leave you…”
Dean’s eyes welled with tears.
Y/N’s whisper continued as the camera zoomed in over her shoulder on Dean’s reaction. “Because all I can think about is taking you out back and sucking your big, juicy cock over and over until you die of dehydration.”
Jensen choked on his own spit, so shocked by her words. He coughed to clear his throat and the scene was dead.
“Cut!”
Y/N pulled back and stared down at him, daring him to say anything. Jensen was stunned, looking up with wide eyes.
She winked.
He shivered.
“Back it up! Reset!”
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Carrie tiptoed down the steps into the kitchen, bruised and battered from the night before. She saw Dean and shivered, body tensing up as she walked the edges of the room
“Rough night?” she asked, voice shaking.
Dean ignored her and lifted the bottle to his lips. “Rough life.”
Carrie took a step towards him. “Yeah. I don’t doubt it.” She floated towards him, nervous but needing to help. “Do you wanna-”
“Talk about it?” he growled, looking up at her.
Y/N let her eyes go soft and parted her lips. The tip of her tongue shot out to slowly drag across her bottom lip. Jensen swallowed hard.
“No,” Dean snit. “Do you?”
Carrie shook her head. “No.”
She started to leave but Dean reached for her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up and gasped.
Y/N puckered her lips into a perfect circle and Jensen couldn’t think of anything else but her mouth wrapped around his cock.
“W-Why are you... s-still here?” he whispered, chest heaving, eyes gazing over.
Carrie’s lip trembled “What do you mean, Dean?”
Y/N spoke his name with half a moan and Jensen squirmed in his seat, feeling his dick grow.
“Uh…Um...Why? W-why are-”
“Cut!”
Thrice more, Jensen mucked up the scene. Staring at Y/N, he couldn’t get any words to properly form, let alone a tear to fall. She licked her lips, batted her lashes, sucked her fingers, moaned in his ear. The closer they got to finishing the scene, the harder she teased him, and in the end, he could barely stand.
Dean stood quickly and Carrie backed away, afraid he would strike her again. Her wrist was snagged in his hand, his grip unbreakable.
“Let me go!” she demanded, twisting in his grasp.
Dean walked her backwards until she hit the countertop, her breath pushing out in a shocked huff.
“Dean!”
He kissed her silent, releasing her hand only to hold her cheeks, push his breath into her, his pain, his guilt.
“I’m sorry.”
She licked his kiss from her lips and closed her eyes. “I know.”
“Cut! We got it!”
Jensen dropped his hands from Y/N’s cheeks but didn’t back away right away. She bucked her hips forward and he groaned deep in the back of his throat. He was hard against her, his erection straining in his jeans.
The crew carried on their business and slowly, Jensen backed away, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.
“You figured it out,” he said with a faint laugh.
Y/N tongued her cheek and looked away, over his shoulder. “I had a little help from an angel,�� she confessed.
Jensen dropped his head. “Damnit Misha.”
Y/N lifted her eyes to his. “Damnit, nothing.” She cocked her head and leaned close. “Wanna go get that drink now?”
Jensen’s lips puckered and he let out a slow breath. “Hell yes.”
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