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La Princesse Vierge

Pairing: Pirate!Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5296

Warnings:  pirate ship attack, cursing, show level violence, p/v sex, fingering, cunnilingus, a pinch of dub/con

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb -Hair Pulling @j3bingo - “Can I kiss you?” @spnaubingo -Pirate AU  @spnmixedbingo -Sam @winchesterandbeyondbingo -virgin @anyfandomgoesbingo -Bodyguard AU @howbadcanitbebingo -Magical Healing Cock @anyfandomdarkbingo -aquaphilia @witchsambingo -solitary witch

Winchester brothers art inspiration and here

A/N: Thank you to @justagirlinafandomworld and @b3autyfuldisast3r for helping pick bingo squares inspiring this story

A/N II: Once again, brevity is not in my vocabulary

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

The sound of men shouting and heavy thumping on the timbers started me from my slumber and by the time on the carriage clock, it was pre-dawn. 

I barely had the sash of my robe tied when the cabin door unlocked flying open and my guardian rushed in, still attired in his night clothes, hair askew, shouting something when the first cannonball slammed into the ship's hull making me stagger. 

Righting myself I pushed past him making for the main deck and finding it in chaos when I emerged from under the poop deck. 

The British officers rushed around me barking orders, crew climbing the rigging to secure lines on the yardarm that had been damaged so the sails didn't fully collapse as the ship shudders from the pounding it’s taking and our cannons returning fire.

I made my way onto the forecastle and froze seeing a dark, ominous, and easily twice the size of our ship flying a Jolly Roger seconds before it fires again.

The blast hitting near the waterline knocks me off my feet. 

I scurry to the closest railing wrapping my arms around one of the spindles can barely understand Captain Barrows shouting orders from the helm as he turns the wheel, maneuvering the ship so the sails can catch more wind and will allow us to outrun the significantly heavier ship.

The captain finished spinning the wheel only to realize he’d steered directly in line with another ship, equal to our attacker's size, bearing down fast upon us leaving him no choice but to call for the white flag of surrender to be raised. 

The air is thick with cannon smoke and tension as grappling hooks fly over the port side sinking into the wood and dragging us towards the first ship as the second comes along starboard pinning us between them. 

Planks are extended allowing the marauders to come aboard with guns and cutlasses drawn, rounding up the crew and disarming them. I was led to stand off to the side with my guardian and officers awaiting the pirate captain's arrival.

During the time we were waiting the raiders methodically unload everything of value from the ship's stores as their quartermaster takes inventory against the ship's manifest and paused speaking to a burly pirate, who’d been silently observing the going on when a handsome, sturdily built man made his way across the deck to them.

He’s taller up close, clad in a well-worn ensemble; cropped dark blonde hair under a wide-brimmed, woven straw hat, a jerkin over belted thigh length, open tunic showing smooth skin covered with a dusting of cinnamon freckles, made more prominent by the Caribbean sun, below the knee trousers, hose and and and tall leather boots.

Watching him converse with the burly one I felt envious of his full lips and long lashes when his verdant eyes drifted over to me causing several of the officers to attempt closing ranks to hide me only to find several guns pointed at them to stop. 

I definitely glared directly when the man’s wicked chartreuse eyes framed with long, thick lashes traversed my scandalously underclad body, blatantly staring at my breasts and smiling in an unsettling manner.

 “Looks like we’re gonna get some fun after all Benny.” 

That’s when my guardian pushed forward and said the stupidest things, “how dare you..you pirate pig! When the king hears about this..”

“Stop flapping that tongue or I’ll do it for ya,” Benny threatens in a bastardized French accent reaching for the knife hilt protruding from his boot when the other slaps the back of his hand against his chest and calmly remarks in his deep, gravelly voice, “relax Benny, let's hear what the man has to say before you collect another trophy.”

My guardian's eyes boggle when Captain Barrow spoke up. “Take whatever items you wish then allow us to proceed to our destination.”

The quartermaster points out something in the manifest to Benny made him grin, take it and drapes his arm over the other's shoulders.

“Deano, the rougir mariée is King George’s niece, Countess Y/L/N, heading for her nuptials to the prestigious Governor of Antigua and lookie..ol’ George sent a dowry.”

“Dean Winchester?” 

The Captain's eyes widened as there was a restless murmuring amongst the offices, many seem to lose their resolve realizing who had captured us.

“The one and only,” he smirked, canting his head to the right, “ya’ catch who we have the honor of being in the presence of Sammy?”

Captain Barrow follows his line of sight and standing a few feet away a man blocking the view with his tremendous height and breadth of shoulders is tapping long fingers on the hilt of a cutlass. He is clad in the same manner as this Dean except for a jacket and the open tunic reveals his golden-hued, moderately-haired, muscular torso. 

The subtle sea breeze stirs the ends of his longish, chestnut streaked with coppery tints hair, tied back under a tricorn hat is without a doubt the most incredibly striking man I’ve ever seen.

“It’s Sam,”  he emphasized in a deep, honey-whisked voice, ”and we mutually agreed not to get sidetracked again, we’re already late for our rendezvous.”

“Aww, don’t be like that little brother. Gordon will understand when he sees what the king's benevolence has sent our way.” Dean crooks a finger at me, “come here, wench.”

No man outside the King had ever dared speak to me in such an impertinent manner makes my spine stiffen and Dean’s eyes narrowed, not pleased with my defiance came over grabbed my wrist jerked me out of my indignant repose.

I soundly slapped him.

His eyes boggled for a brief moment then drew back his arm and I closed my eyes bracing for his physical assault. 

It never came.

I cracked one eye open and gasped; hovering scant inches from my nose was his fist enclosed in the much larger one of his younger brother.

“Do you realize the amount of trouble your impetuousness has brought upon us, big brother?” 

Dean twistes his hand lose and stepping within earshot lowered his voice, “you think the kings gonna get pissed over losing her? She’s obviously not of much value since he refused her her rightful title.” 

I blinked in surprise. 

Dean presents himself as a common pirate but even out here in the middle of nowhere has contacts within the court who supply information of the goings on of the Palace. 

Dean gestures to Benny for the ship's manifest, “look at her dowry, this ship's stores have more monetary value.” Sam took the book, its pages made his lips turn downward. 

“Old George’s marrying her off as a reward to some bureaucrat instead of brokering a new alliance by marriage with France or Spain, so his loss is our gain. We could make quite a bit of coin selling her to Zachariah.”

Benny interjected, “ya’ brothers right on ‘dis one cher. Zachariah be willing to pay handsomely for royal blood, even outta favor. Plus being a vierge makes her a more délicieux morsel to offer up.” 

Sam hands the manifest back to Benny as his uniquely colored eyes traverse over me and I feel a sensation of pleasure?

I found myself sitting on a water barrel on the deck of this ship, The Charger after Dean lost some strange game called rock, paper, scissors.

Over the horizon, I can barely make out the longboat, with what was left of Captain Barrow's crew (and my former guardian) rowing away while his ship sunk into the fathoms wondering if it would’ve been a kinder fate to have gone down with it.

Sensing someone I turn to see an innocent looking young man wave at me.  “Hi, I’m Jack, the Captain requests that you join him below deck please.”

The please surprised me, “and if I refuse?”

Jack's face turns serious, “you don’t want to know what happened to the last person who did that.”

~~~

Captain Winchester and his first mate, a short, older man named Crowley, are hunched over a map table barely gaze up at my arrival, continuing on with their discussion. I take the opportunity to look around at the spacious, well-organized, not cluttered with ill-gotten gains, cabin. 

There's an oak dining table seating six, a rolltop writing desk with several rolled documents lying neatly on it, and strangely, a bookcase running along the wall nearest me followed the progression of its various volumes, so absorbed I stumbled face-first upon an overly large bed realizing these are the Captain's personal quarters.

“I’ve never had a woman fall into my bed enraptured by my literature.”

Embarrassed by my oft-clumsiness making itself known, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, “well, it is truly impressive,” peering up to find myself staring straight at his..”cock?”

“Now I have had many a woman say that.”

I dropped my face back into the bed feeling a blush coursing from my toes to the top of my head when he burst out laughing, gripped my arm, and hauls me upright. I knew he was big and, though I am not as delicate a specimen as a lady is expected to be, he is massive this close.

“Let’s start over by properly introducing ourselves,“ he steps back, bowing elegantly, “Dr. Sameul Winchester, previously personal physician to the Governor of Montauk, currently captain of The Charger.”

My mouth dropped, “how does one go from such a prestigious profession to..”

His lips, how does a man have such pretty pink lips, quirk, “a scourge and scallywag of his majesty's providences? It started when my father was accused of treason.”

A vague memory of an overheard conversation tickles the back of my mind, “your father was Sir John Winchester, the shipbuilder?” 

“He was part of a consortium that found out several of the king's advisers were in cahoots with Spain during the War of Succession.”

I remember the turmoil that conflict caused for years as he poured an amber liquid into two goblets and hands me one.

 “I lodged a complaint through the governor about his innocents. Subsequently, I was arrested and found guilty of insurrection against the crown.”

“That is outrageous! If the King was made aware of such a miscarriage..”

“It was all done on the Lord Chancellor's orders,” Sam bitterly bit out sitting at the table's head, “spent the next two years at the oars.” I sat down in the chair next to him sickened, having heard rumors about the Lord Chancellor, knowing of what deceptions some would resort to for power.

“I was then auctioned off to a plantation owner and worked at the grindstone when the niece of the island's governor did me a favor. I spent the rest of my time as his personal physician before several of us orchestrated our liberation.” 

“We hid out for months on uninhabited islands Crowly knew from his time on a naval ship in these waters caught wind that Dean had escaped England, ironically on the first ship our father had constructed, The Impala.”

He stared into his cup, “it took another five months of dodging his majesty's navy before he found us and now,” he gestures with one large hand, ”I’m captain of the last ship our father built.”

He studied me with a clinical eye asking, “is what Dean said about your circumstances true?” 

I read in his handsome feature’s anything but the truth wouldn’t be tolerated and took a sip from the goblet to help steady my resolve wheezed from the strength of the spirits made him chuckle. 

Catching my breath I told him the abbreviated version.

~~~

King George I had an ongoing, private feud with one of his siblings, my father, for over two decades.

Upon my birth, the King refused me the title of a princess and instead granted countess as a slight to my father, rendering me almost valueless despite my prestigious lineage. 

Out of shame, my father sent me to live at Hatfield House, saying it was for my health and despite my family’s wealth, I grew up rather poor.  All household accounts were paid by my inheritance, adjusted for my lower rank, thus explaining my minuscule dowery. 

Five months ago, an envoy from London arrived announcing my marriage to the governor of one of his Majesty’s Caribbean provinces and after weeks of preparations my appointed guardian and I boarded Captain Barrow's ship bound for the Caribbean.

~~~

Captain Winchester, Sam, he insists I call him, gave me an unreadable expression before laying out some rules while aboard his ship; I had access to the main deck as long as I was accompanied by Jack, Crowley, or himself, otherwise confined to his quarters we’d both be sharing. 

I was scandalized, it wasn’t that I’d never shared a room before, I had with my governess, but to do so with a man I wasn’t wedded to, if anyone got wind of those arrangements, it’d malign me in society. 

Vehemently objecting I went a step too far in telling him when one overly large hand grabbed my loosely plaited hair and yanked me sideways I felt a strange but not unpleasant sensation traverse through me, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

He tightened his grip and said, “hate to break it to you princess, what you want doesn’t matter. My ship, my rules.” Keeping our eyes locked leans so close I could feel his rum-spiced breath caress my lips when a loud banging on the cabin door interrupts. 

He shouts what, listen to the message relayed, and, with a growl, releases me standing up unabashedly adjusting his engorged member before storming out, slamming the heavy oak door behind him.

When I’m able to feel my legs I shakily cross to the wash basin pouring some water into it and, in a very unladylike manner, dunk my face trying to compose myself but wasn’t helping, every fiber of my being hoped next time he manhandled me, he wouldn’t stop.

Captain Sam Winchester has proven to be a dichotomy and discombobulates me to no end!

Publicly he acts like a well-bred gentleman, even granting privacy when attending to my personal needs, then does a complete turnaround when his brother comes aboard, reverting to the crudeness associated with pirate ilk. 

During the evening meals, the rum flows freely and so does both brothers' lips, especially Dean's. I have had to resist the urge to punch his smug face, plastering on the polite smile I would fake at court when his conversation became pugnacious towards me. 

The last straw was when he indiscriminately pissed in a chamberpot and I fled, mortified, as both brothers laughed. 

At least Sam has shown discretion when it comes to his privy moments but proved true to his words with the other arrangements. The first night I’d made a pallet on the other side of the table, it was the furthest point with some semblance of privacy, instantly fell into an exhausted slumber. 

I was startled when he flung off my blanket and gripping my ankle dragged me across the floor screaming bloody murder when the cabins door burst open and his first mate charged in with pistol drawn.

Crowley assessed the situation and had the audacity to be amused at our tableau; Sam standing over me clad only in his breeches, my nightdress ripped, hanging off a shoulder with the hem bunched up around the top of my thighs barely covering my pudendum.

 “Might I suggest gagging her if she's going to protest your romantic overtures Moose, some of us need our beauty sleep.” 

“Fuck off Crowley!” 

“Oh, I intend to, dreaming about this,” and with a wicked grin, left and Sam returned his attention to me. “I told you we’d be sharing this room; that includes the bed. Get up and get into it now!”

With what decorum I could muster clutch my ripped bodice warily getting up, and edge around him ordered me to stop handed me the shirt he’d been wearing, “I don’t want you fussing with that torn rag all night.”

Turning so I had a semblance of privacy I gasped upon seeing his broad back littered with whipping scars move closer, lightly rubbing my fingers over them flinched and spun seizing my wrist. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been subjected to..I have never condoned such treatment of anyone, no matter what.”

Not saying a word he shoved me towards the bed and I obediently climbed in mentally bracing myself for what was to come when he climbs in the other side and lays down with his back to me.

 “Good night, princess.”

Sleep eluded me for a long time, my mind occupied by this man sleeping next to me, like none I have ever met, and cannot figure out what game he was playing.

Six days later 

I found myself sitting on the beach of some obscure island half-listening to the brothers' conference as Gordon, whom I had taken an instant dislike to, scrutinized me.

Pressing my lips tight together, I vehemently try but cannot suppress my chortle over the item sitting on a crate in front of me any longer.

“What the hell so funny women?” Gordon snaps. 

Lifting my chin from my hand peer over at the darker-complected man, my senses tingling, warning me something about him is all wrong.

“I was wondering,” getting up to dust the sand off Jack’s spare breeches Sam insisted I wear in case we needed to make a quick exit, “if they know what the translation of bолшебный исцелеющий петух is?” 

The Winchesters exchanged looks, “seriously? Neither of you speaks Russian?”

Gordon’s eyes narrowed, “keep quiet or I’ll remove your tongue.”

Little did he know such threats would not scare me, they were nothing compared to the Kings during one of his fits of displeasure.

“The literal translation is Magical Healing Cock.”

They wore matching bewildered expressions, “it’s used in magical practices to help channel sexual energies of the participants while they are,” I made the crude gesture learned from Dean indicating a certain sexual act.

“What the..magical sex..how can you..you’re a virgin!” Dean stumbled out before turning on Gordon, “you lying sonuvabitch, thought you could cheat us!”

Gordon moved quickly, wrapping an arm around my neck placed his pistol against my temple, using me as a shield.

“Since we can’t come to terms, I’ll take the virgin as compensation, she’ll bring me quite a bit of coin at Le marché des esclave AHHHH!” 

Gordon's scream echoed across the beach when I sliced his arm with the engraved silver blade I was given years ago. the whites of his eyes disappear revealing what he was before the beach erupted into pandemonium. 

The Winchester's men engaged Gordon's crew in a bloody battle as I struggled to escape his hold saw the brothers simultaneously fire their pistols and felt one iron ball pass my cheek embedding into that bastard's face as the other enters his chest, his dead weight dragging us down.

But instead of dying, Gordon pinned me under him, wrapping both hands around my throat heard Dean begin reciting, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te..” 

Gordon looked up and flicked a hand sending Dean hurtling towards the treeline and Sam continued, “cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare, Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis..Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine..”

His voice choked off from the invisible force constructing his throat I managed to wheeze out, “quem inferi tremunt..Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!”

Gordon's head snapped back, his mouth exuding thick, black, sulfuric smoke plumes outward before penetrating the sand, the heat solidifying it into a jagged ring of black glass. The demons infesting his crew also smoked out to save themselves.

Benny checks Dean's bleeding head and helps him up, slapping his shoulder. Sam inspected my person, finding me uninjured except for finger-shaped bruises on my neck.

“Is this where the rogue pirate asks the princess can I kiss you?”

The surprise flickering across his face at my flippancy made Dean laugh, “alright princess, where the hell did you get that blade and learn to exorcize a demon?”

“My governess was from these islands. She passed her knowledge of the supernatural, and the blade, on to me.”

“Looks like the vierge is worth a lot more than I assumed,” Benny grudgingly remarked.

We spent the rest of the day split into groups:  I helped Sam attend to the injured, Dean led a group to search Gordon’s ship for anything worth salvaging while the rest gathered the bodies, rowing them out to deposit onboard setting it alight before sailing away.

In the pre-dawn light, the ships anchored in a deep water cove of another remote island to lay low for a few days, a chance to rest and recover plus replenish the water casks and some perishables. By late afternoon the necessities were squared away.

A tired-looking Sam had me gather bath sheets and a change of clothing while he grabbed some bread, cheese, and a small, tied bag, placing everything in a burlap sack then we boarded one of the longboats headed for shore.

He led us along a hidden path inland and noticed my fascination with the sight and sounds and began telling me the names of brightly colored birds, strange animals scurrying into the bush, and exotically scented flowers. 

My babbling with delight at finding fresh fruit and mint amuses him, gathering the fruit that’s out of my reach, and starts describing the variety of drinks and dishes they are used in to ward off scurvy..once a doctor.

I picked some of the mint leaves, added a few to the canteen, and began chewing on a couple when I heard running water follow the sound enter a secluded area with a small waterfall feeding a clear pool.

“I found this years ago, the waters are safe and no nasty critters to contend with,” Sam informed me, sitting the sack down on one of the flattened, water-smoothed rocks surrounding the pool digging out the small bag handed me one of the soap cakes.

The one thing I hated the most after leaving England was the inability to cleanse properly, especially my hair, for weeks, only allowed a cursory wipe down daily from the one water cask I was allotted. 

“We won’t be disturbed so take as long as you like. I’ll be on the other side,” he pointed to a grouping of bushes, “and able to hear you.”

Spending the night covered in sand, ash, and blood I wanted to tear my clothes off and dive in instead hesitantly asking, “are you still planning on selling me to this Alistair?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Keeping me would be advantageous for you.”

Sam leaned against a Bannon tree crossing his arms, “explain to me how keeping you would be advantageous?”

“One-thanks to the King, no one will miss me enough to cause trouble. Two-thanks to my governess, I’m knowledgeable about artifacts and other things that are not Christian, thus exposing Gordon's attempted deception. Three-thanks to my tutors, I speak six languages, well seven, if you include Latin, which saved your collective arses from those demons.  Four-thanks to my intended marriage and what you liberated from Captain Barrow's ship surpasses any monetary value you would make selling me.”

I had learned when Sam partially opened his mouth and rolled his tongue he was considering whatever was presented and decided to up the ante.

 “And five-you. You find me attractive, and would it not be far safer having me in your bed than those doxies of Tortuga to tup?” 

Sam frowned, “what do you know about doxies and tupping?” 

“Did your father never take you to court?” 

“No.”

“The King's court is riddled with some of the best whores in the world. Many were sent to France to train as courtesans and are encouraged to implement their charms to curry favors or seal deals. Several of the queens ladies-in-waiting educated me about copulation while avoiding the maladie française and pregnancy.” 

Sam’s throat rapidly bobbles at that tidbit.

Slowly moving towards him asked, “did you know that royalty isn’t permitted to bathe by themselves? It was always someone’s responsibility to ensure their personage is disease free.” I stop a handbreadth distance and fixate upon his chameleon eyes, “as the only person qualified, it falls upon you to continue monitoring my health.”

He moved so fast. Suddenly I was pinned between his well-muscled chest and the tree, his long fingers roughly tangled in my hair creating an exquisite pain jolting my core.

“Are you only offering to evade being sold off?”

“Maybe.”

  “If I were to keep you, you would be completely under our command.”

 “Please, what do you mean by our?”

“My brother and I equally share everything, this includes women.” I shuddered at the thought of being with his brother, “would you also share me with your crews?”

“No, Dean and I are possessive of our dames entretenues. Do you understand what that entails, princess?

“I would appreciate explicit clarification.”

“Explicitly,” Sam pulled my head to the side leans so close I can feel his lips against my skin as he spoke, “you will be warming one, or both, of our sheets every day,” he continues, “participating in whatever sexual gratification we desire.” I mewl when he bites down hard enough to leave a mark on the juncture of my shoulder, “unless it is time for your flow. Is that clarification enough?”

“Yes, captain.”

“Yes Sir,” he corrects.

“Yes Sir.”

Sam released me, “take off all of your togs.” 

Unabashedly he removed his shirt, “you pointed out it is my responsibility to keep you in good health so I need to examine your physique before engaging in relations charnelles.”

I had little to fear sleeping next to him the last few days but now at the prospect of what is going to happen, I felt trepidation while sliding off my trousers when Sam’s bare feet and calves appeared in view and he lifts my arms, gripped the hem of the shirt and pulls it over my head casting it off. 

Sam wasn’t the first man I saw in the altogether but still felt myself blushing fiercely at both of us taking inventory of everything on display, reminded of the old adage of proportions and a man's appendage undeniably true for him.  

Taking my hands he walks backwards into the warm water till I’m waist-deep then undoes the tie holding back my hair says, “take a deep breath and submerge yourself.” 

I resurface momentarily panicking at Sam’s overly large hands on my head, feeling his fingers lathered in soap cake, massaging my scalp, strangely soothing and exciting, like when he pulls my hair. 

After rinsing he handed me the soap cake, wetting himself then moving back knelt down on his knees in shallower waters.

I had washed my dogs when they came in muddy from the fields but never another person rubbed the cake between my hands then tentatively ran them through his locks, silkier than I’d imagined a man’s hair would be. 

When my short nails scratched his scalp, his muscles twitched and I trailed my fingers over their contours, tracing the scars decorating his skin and felt his breath brush my cheek moving towards my lips I dropped my hands, confusing him.

“I did not verbally agree to those terms,” maneuver back into the water call out, “I have some stipulations of my own,” and swam to the falls. 

I heard him curse and look back, unable to find Sam when he emerged from underwater lifting me onto one of the flattened rocks stood between my spread legs annoyed.

“What makes you think you’re in any position to negotiate terms?” A gentleman would endure only so much, and I had pushed my luck and his patience.

“I only have one. I do not wish to be shared with your brother.” Sam’s mouth downturned,  “something happened to him, it caused an unsettlement..it scares me,” suddenly I am very aware of how naked, not only physically, I had made myself.

I leaned back when Sam placed his hands on either side of me and brought him a bit too close, “what do you know about that?” 

“My governess figured out that I knew things about people just by being in their proximity. It’s why she taught me about the otherworld, said I had been born cursed and if they learned of it, they would come for me someday.”

Sam’s shoulders dropped and his expression saddened, skipping the worst details of what happened to Dean when he was under the tower, the darkest place to be imprisoned, run by a true connoisseur of medieval torturers, Alastair. 

I reached up cupping his cheek putting his focus back on me and tentatively brushing my lips against his he reciprocated, gently caressing mine when I felt his tongue and surprised open up, he inserts it, tangling with mine, showing what a real kiss can be.

His lips following his hands trailing over my bare skin makes me shiver and release a nervous giggle, I feel him smile against my neck, nipping the delicate, bruised skin and I tip my head back as he continues exploring.

At some point I find myself lying back on the rock, eyes closed, an absolute mess while he licks the water off my skin only to have his hair rewet the area and starts over again.

His long fingers brush a sensitive place inside, has me on the edge of needing something I cannot name, and every time I try descending into it, Sam stops and returns to teasing my nipples, suckling gently and twisting between his fingers. 

Jesu, how can a man have both; hands so violent and tender, lips harsh and caressing, at the same time feel a deep aching rising again, can almost taste it then, once again, halts touching me smugly asks, “still want to renegotiate the terms?” 

“Fuck you!” I yawp in frustration.

Sam’s expression changed to irate and bracing myself for the worst he leaned in..amused? 

I could only blink owlishly as he scans my prone form, lewdly splayed before him, chameleon eyes settle upon my pudenda licking his lips trailing fingers downwards over my heated skin inserting three into me, rubbing over that place dipping his head his talented tongue sends me over the plateau, and, without warning, lifts me up off the rock.

I find myself filled with his substantial membrum virile, waters churned up around us, not from the falls but his vigorous thrusting, now appreciating my thorough préparation for Riding St. George felt his muscles tauten, buried his face in the crook of my neck groaning out his release. 

My vaguely functioning mind is amazed after such a strenuous physical excursion he is still holding me in his arms, walks us to the shore, and sits with me clinging like one of the strange creatures explorers write about felt him silently chuckle. 

“Seems I missed learning a lot about ladies by never attending court,” I peer at him puzzled.

 “Dean will be pissed, he was looking forward to using this,” his fingertips trace the outline of my mouth, “for more than your verbal vitriol. Now I’ll have to sweeten the pot so he will forget about you with that very special pistol he’s been wanting.” 

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I agree to your counteroffer, princess” 

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Welcome to Being a Girl - Dean Winchester Oneshot

Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

Rating: 18+

Tags: body swap, spell, crack, smut, masturbation (M&F), dirty talking, use of sex toys

WC: ± 4.2K

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A/Ns: There is a sequel to this fic, written by the lovely @wonder-cole that you should DEFINITELY check out!!

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As you slowly wake up, your whole body feels heavier than usual, and you groan as you roll onto your side. Something feels weird, and as you blink your eyes open and stare at the wall ahead of you, you try to figure it out. Maybe it was just a weird dream, it’s just... something feels different, and you still can’t put your finger on it. You reach up and rub at your face, your hands feeling large and more calloused than usual. It’s then you realise that you’re not in your own bedroom, you’re in Dean’s. You sit up a little and quickly look to the other side of the bed, expecting to see him there. Fuck did you actually sleep with the man you’ve had a hard crush on for the last several months and not remember it?! But the bed beside you is empty, and Dean’s nowhere to be found. Then why the hell are you in Dean’s bed?

You glance down your body, wondering if you’re fully clothed at least, but as you look you realise very quickly that’s not your body. You reach up to grope your own chest but there’s nothing there, and when you lift the covers and look underneath, all you’re wearing is a pair of small black boxer shorts and there’s something inside. The scream that leaves your mouth is several tones lower than your usual voice, and you practically fall out of bed and straighten up, realising you’re taller than usual too. Holding your hands out in front of you, you look at them carefully. Being a hunter means you’ve never been one for long, pretty manicured nails, but they definitely aren’t your hands. Too chunky and manly, and given the fact that there’s something creating a slight bulge in your boxers and your breasts are missing, you realise very quickly that you must be a man somehow.

You rush to the mirror in Dean’s room and almost fall over getting to it, but once you do, and you see your reflection, you yell again. It’s not even you, you’re not just some male version of yourself – you’re Dean. You lean closer to the mirror, staring right back at green eyes and noticing freckles dusted along your cheeks and nose. What the fuck is going on?! This is just some really messed up dream, any second now you’re going to wake up in your own bed, in your own body and everything will be fine. Sam. Sam will know what to do. If this isn’t a dream then it has to be a spell or a curse, and he’ll know the antidote, surely? He can at least find it.

But before you can storm out of your – Dean’s – bedroom in only a pair of boxers, you remember that you – real you – and Sam are actually in another state right now, supposedly hunting a – that little bitch. You clamber around Dean’s bedroom and find his cell, dialling Sam’s number as quickly as you can. Your heart – or you suppose, Dean’s heart – is thudding as you wait for Sam to answer.

“Dean? You know we’re like three hours behind, right?” Sam yawns.

“Sam, I’m not Dean,” you explain quickly, “Dean is there with you.”

“What the– Dean what are you talking about?” Sam strains out, his voice still thick with sleep. “I know I sound like Dean, but I’m not… just wake me– Y/N up,” you demand, panicked.

“What the hell is going on? Have you taken something?” Sam huffs. “Wait, what the fuck have you done with my brother if you’re not Dean?” Sam asks immediately, suddenly clearly in protective brother mode.

“Sammy?” You can hear your own voice sound out. “Wait why does my voice– SAMMY!” You’re relieved to hear Dean freaking out in the background, because at least that means that you’re not going crazy. Somehow – three guesses thanks to the witch you’ve been tracking – Dean is now you and you are now Dean. “Sammy, why the fuck do I have tits?!”

“What the hell is going on?!” Sam shouts.

“Somehow, I’ve woken up in Dean’s body and Dean’s obviously woken up in mine,” you explain, irritably.

“DUDE, MY DICK IS GONE!”

“Dean, calm down, this is just some spell, clearly.”

“Is that Y/N? Is she in my body? Is everything okay?!” Dean panics.

“Yes, everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this and get you back in your own bodies, okay?” he seemingly tells both of you.

You feel a little calmer that Sam’s now on the case, and you take some deep breaths and tell yourself it’ll be fine. You can be a dude for the day, it’s no issue.

“Sam, put Dean on the phone,” you demand.

“Yeah?” your own voice sounds down the phone.

“Dean, I swear to God you better not do anything to hurt my body. I mean, preferably, just don’t touch it.”

“What about when I need to pee?!

“Well obviously you need to pee!” You argue, sighing. “Just… in and out,” you tell him.

“Right, okay,” he confirms.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me not to look and touch?” you prompt.

“Nope, I’ve not got anything to be embarrassed about, see for yourself,” your voice giggles.

“Oh, gross, Dean,” you complain.

“Take it on a test drive for all I care. You’ve always wanted to have a dick for a day, right? I’ve heard most girls wanna know what it’s like,” Dean continues.

“I’m hanging up now, just don’t be a creep. Tell Sam to call me with any news.”

You grimace as you throw Dean’s phone down onto the bed. Well, looks like you’re stuck like this for however long it takes for Sam to find the cure. You can just imagine Dean now, looking down your top at your boobs just because he can. Just the thought makes you feel violated. You sigh and start to look around his room for some clothes to dress in, but everything you pick up smells or is dirty.

“Dude, seriously?” you huff quietly to yourself, dropping a funky smelling shirt. You head over to Sam’s bedroom, knowing he’ll have something in there at least, and finally find a plain black t-shirt that doesn’t smell like sweat or beer. You pull it on and then rummage for some pants, finding a pair of sweatpants that’ll do the trick. They’re slightly too long on the leg, but they’ll do at least for now. You can’t help but notice that Dean’s clothes aren’t the only thing that smells though, and you crinkle your nose as you head towards the bathroom.

You stop as you step up to the toilet, and realise that this is gonna be different. Do you actually have to hold it? Aim it in the right direction? Dean didn’t seem bothered about you seeing or touching it, but you feel like you’re violating him in so many ways. But you do really need to pee. Your eyes land on the bathtub and the shower overhead and you purse your lips. Dean does need to take a shower, and maybe you could just pee whilst you shower so you don’t have to touch it. And you don’t have to look either. You can just stand under the water and clean yourself. You’re happy with your solution and lean over to turn the shower on, letting the water warm up and you strip your – Dean’s, no, Sam’s – clothes, and make a point of not looking between Dean’s legs as you step into the shower and under the water.

The majority of the shower goes pretty well, you’re able to avoid looking at and touching Dean’s pride and joy, and step out and grab a towel, enjoying the novelty of only needing to wrap a towel around your waist, though your chest does feel a little chilly as you head back towards Dean’s room with Sam’s clothes in hand. You thankfully find new boxers that aren’t the ones you woke up in and place them with the shirt and sweats on the bed, before starting to dry yourself off. You don’t think much of rubbing over your – Dean’s – body with the towel until you get to drying the tops of your legs. Your hand rubs against your crotch and you feel a slight throb between your legs. You continue, more cautiously this time, but apparently the thing isn’t gonna stop. Jesus, who knew they were so sensitive? You barely even touched it. It’s not like Dean’s a teenage boy and just pitches a tent for no random reason.

But then you consider the fact you’ve just been rubbing your hands all over Dean’s naked body. Something you’ve dreamed about doing a lot since you met the green eyed hunter, and who are you kidding? It might not be exactly respectful, and you’ve been trying your best to pretend you don’t wanna see it, but you are curious. Besides, right now, you guess it’s your body. You’re the one that’s gotta look after it and make sure it’s doing okay for the next however long you’re stuck in there. And the idea of Dean getting your body off is kinda hot. Imagine him unable to resist looking, and then touching. Fuck. You need to stop even thinking about it, between your legs feels heavier than before, and when you finally look down your body, you see it.

“Fuck,” you gasp out. Dean hadn’t been lying when he said he had nothing to be embarrassed about. It still looks like it’s growing more, a slight tugging feeling as it starts to bob a little in front of you. He’s fairly thick, and a decent length, though admittedly, you’ve never seen a dick from this angle before. And now you just need to work out how to make it go away, because your head is feeling slightly fuzzy as you stare at it, and you’re extremely tempted to touch it, just to know what it feels like for a man when he has an erection. Like a science experiment. Yeah, it’s a science experiment. You’re never gonna have this opportunity again. And it would come in useful to know how different things feel, just out of curiosity, and maybe it’ll help when you’re with guys in the future. Plus, Dean did say you could take it on a test drive.

No, you can’t do that. You can’t just touch it, it’s not yours to touch, even if you have thought – in great detail – about touching it before. Dean was probably joking about the test drive thing. You just need it to go away. Don’t guys think about dead kittens or something? You decide to try it, but your mind just keeps drifting back to the issue and how you could resolve it – fuck. What’s something that Dean doesn’t like? Imagine Sam naked, that’ll do it. He’s probably muscly everywhere, and hey, any girl would be blind to not see how attractive that guy is. You try to imagine what his cock would look like. Would it be thicker like Dean’s? Longer maybe. You feel a throb between your legs and notice that it’s not helping. Ew, does Dean like his own brother?!

You huff, frustrated, and grab Dean’s cell again, opting to call your own number.

“Yeah?” comes your own voice. Still weird.

“Urm, I’ve got a problem and I don’t know how to get rid of it,” you explain awkwardly.

“What kind of problem? Is everything okay? What have you done?” Dean panics.

“I didn’t do anything! I was showering and then it just… appeared,” you grunt out in Dean’s deeper voice.

“Oh, that kind of problem? Did you find my porn under the bed?”

“What? No! How do I get rid of it?! I tried thinking of Sam naked and it got worse!”

“What?!” Your own voice is two pitches higher. “Well did you try thinking of someone fucking Baby up?” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to imagine some guy taking a crowbar to Baby’s hood and then the windows, but all you can see is muscle and –

“Nope, didn’t work,” you conclude, looking down at it.

“Okay, so I mean, just because it’s my body, doesn’t mean that it’ll respond to what I like, right? It’s a mental thing, and it’s your mind,” Dean explains.

“Okay, makes sense. So I just think about something that turns me off?”

“Yeah, I guess,” comes Dean’s reply. You hear Sam asking if something’s wrong in the background.

“Don’t you dare tell him!” you hiss out. Dean chuckles, and then you hear him – you – telling Sam it’s fine and he’s stepping outside.

“Listen, just, you know… sort it out, it’s not a big deal,” he finally tells you.

“Dean! No, I can’t just… no!” you protest.

“It’s the quickest way to get rid of it, trust me.” You sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of your – Dean’s – nose.

“Are you seriously telling me to jerk you off right now?”

“It’s kinda your body right now, just do it, it’s not a big deal.”

“Are you… Dean, does that mean that you’d… you know…”

“No, you told me not to, I won’t,” Dean assures you. “Okay, I know a quick way for you to get rid of it,” he adds.

“Okay, so urm… what do I do?” you ask, biting your bottom lip anxiously. You feel awkward just asking, but Dean just laughs easily on the other end.

“Okay, put me on speaker,” he instructs. You do as you’re told and place the phone down on the bed, sitting down next to it. “Okay, want you to wrap your one hand around the base, squeeze kinda hard.”

“Seriously?” you whine.

“Just do it,” Dean orders. You slowly reach down and wrap your hand around it, feeling it twitch a little in your grasp, and now your head feels even fuzzier. You involuntarily let out a whimper, and Dean chuckles – bastard. Moving your hand further down to the base, you start to squeeze like Dean had told you to.

“Okay, now what?” you ask, a little breathily.

“You urm, you wanna… take your other hand, wrap your fingers around the tip, just urm… just under the head.” You can hear your own voice getting breathy on the other end. “That’s the, urm...”

“Everything okay, Dean?” you check. Dean clears his throat.

“Yeah, fine it’s just… feel a little uncomfortable,” he confesses.

“I’m sorry. Listen this is weird, let’s just hang up and I’ll figure it out,” you tell him.

“No, urm… I mean like… between your legs has just got urm…”

“Oh,” you reply, eyes wide. “Are you… is this…”

“The idea of you touching it is kinda a turn on, okay?” Dean huffs.

“Really?” you ask, ludicrously. “What are you, fourteen?”

“It’s been a while, shut up.”

“You know technically it’s just you touching you right now,” you tease.

“Shit this is really uncomfortable, what do I do?” Dean grunts out.

“Ignore it,” you tell him. “We just both ignore it,” you conclude, telling yourself to let go of Dean’s dick. But you're not listening to yourself apparently, just gripping his cock and feeling it throb beneath your touch. Fuck, you’re a hypocrite.

“It feels like I’ve pissed myself down there, dude!”

“Dean, you know how many times I’ve had to ignore it? Deal with it,” you huff.

“Okay, okay, we’ll ignore it,” Dean replies.

“Okay, I’m gonna let go of it and we’ll just pretend this never happened,” you confirm.

“Hey, I’m gonna head into town and chase up some leads, you coming?” Sam’s voice sounds out.

“I urm, need to stay here for a bit,” you hear Dean reply.

“Okay, urm... sure, I’ll call you with news,” Sam replies.

“Why didn’t you go?” you ask Dean once you hear the truck door.

“Are you kidding? I need to change my underwear,” he complains.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” you roll your eyes.

“It’s like a fucking slip and slide down there. Jesus, does this happen every time?”

“I think you’re being dramatic, Dean.”

“Have you let go of my dick yet?” Dean asks next.

“What? Urm, yeah,” you lie, looking down to see you’re still holding it. Fuck.

“You’re such a hypocrite. What because I’m a dude you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”

“You want me to say you can touch me? Fine,” you snap back, your guilty conscience coming into play.

“What, really?” Dean chokes out. You look down at Dean’s hand still around his cock and sigh. He has got a point.

“Yeah, just… be respectful, yeah? Sort out the issue and don’t touch again,” you order.

“Yeah, just gotta get it done. I won’t even enjoy it, promise.”

“Okay, good.” There’s silence, and then you clear your throat, “so I’ll sort out my problem, you sort out yours, we’ll forget all about this, deal?”

“Deal,” Dean confirms. “Okay, bye.”

You hang up and sigh. You’d be a liar if you said that you couldn’t ignore the issue. It’s just an excuse, some bullshit justification for the fact that you’re about to jerk off the guy you’ve been crushing on for so long. And you can’t help but think about whether that’s the case for Dean too. What if he just wants to touch you? What if he likes you? He did just get aroused by the thought of you touching him. He tried to play it off as it being a while, but what if it was specifically you that made it hot for him? You bite down on your bottom lip and remember Dean telling you to use your second hand to grip under the head. Slowly reaching for it, you do as he’d said, feeling it throb beneath your grip. You move your thumb and start to rub in little circles under the base of the head, almost instinctively, and an involuntary moan escapes your lips, and the sound of Dean’s voice all breathy and choked like that only turns you on more. Okay, so Dean likes that.

You slowly loosen your grip at the tip and start to work your hand up and down, figuring out that twisting it a little feels better than just a straight up and down motion. You continue to grip the very base with the other hand – your thumb wrapped over the top, your fingers splayed and wrapping around Dean’s balls slightly, which feels pretty damn good. You continue to jerk, testing different speeds and grip strengths, and figuring out what feels the best, and you make mental notes every time you do something that feels good, just for future reference in case you ever need it. A light sweat is breaking out over your body as you continue to experiment, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to what you assume is sweet relief, when Dean’s cell ringing breaks your concentration.

You glance down to see your own name on the screen.

“Yeah?” you reply breathily.

“Going well then?” Dean chuckles.

“What do you want, Dean? I think I was close,” you grunt out frustrated.

“Urm, I… it’s not happening,” he replies awkwardly.

“What isn’t?”

“You know… the big… poooof moment.”

“Well, what are you doing?” you ask, now just stroking the length lazily to try and keep the feeling from completely disappearing. You’re not starting this from the beginning.

“Well I’m you know... using two fingers…”

“Wow, Dean, you really are a fourteen year old. Have you ever gotten a girl off?”

“Yeah, of course I have! But it’s different when I’m with a girl as opposed to being one.”

You roll your eyes and smirk gently, realising he’s got a point.

“Have you touched the clit at all?” you ask, feeling a little more over the awkwardness of him touching you, especially because you’ve been thinking about it most of the time you’ve been jerking off. The thought of Dean touching you like that is incredibly arousing.

“Kinda, it felt funny,” he explains.

“Okay, well funny is kinda good. Put me on speaker, I’ll talk you through it.” You hear rustling, and Dean tells you to continue. “So take your fingers out, and just softly rub the clit in small circles,” you explain. You can hear the very soft whimpers, “you wanna rub more to the left,” you add.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s the spot. Okay, keep rubbing, and now with your other hand, push one finger inside.” You can hear Dean’s voice bleeding out of you, and the sound of him saying these things is only edging you closer again, so you start to jerk a little harder and faster.

“Jesus, that feels good.” “Good, keep going, add another finger,” you instruct.

“Okay… fuck.” You chuckle at the sound of your own voice being so breathy and whiny. It’s not as much of a turn off as you’d thought it would be, especially knowing that it’s Dean feeling that good.

“Did you work out the thumb thing yet?” he asks.

“Little circles under the head? Yeah,” you giggle. “Okay, how wet is it?” you ask next, feeling more and more aroused and less and less awkward as the time goes on.

“Pretty wet,” he replies, your voice choked.

“Add a third finger, feels more like cock,” you explain. “Especially one like yours.” You bite your bottom lip, not even slightly embarrassed about what you’ve said, especially when you hear Dean moaning louder. “Keep rubbing that clit, you’ve found the sweet spot, right?”

“Ye-yeah, shit I think so, I can’t imagine it feeling better than this,” he laughs breathlessly.

“It does, when you’re being fucked, properly.” Dean’s cock twitches in your hand.

“You wanna feel what it’s like for me?” he asks. “Under the bed, there’s a fleshlight and lube.”

You waste no time looking under Dean’s bed and finding a box that holds some porn mags. You take them out to reveal condoms, lube, some cockrings and most importantly the fleshlight.

“Got it?” he checks.

“Yeah,” you reply, getting back on the bed, before squeezing some lube and slicking Dean’s whole length with it. You bite Dean’s bottom lip as you grab the fleshlight and start to push it down over his cock. It’s a weird sensation, but it feels incredible. It’s tight, little ridges inside that hug his length in all the right ways.

“Fuck,” you whimper out, the sound of Dean’s voice that strained only makes his cock throb harder.

“Feels good, huh?” he asks, “always imagined you were tighter, though.” Dean’s comment makes you buck your hips up into the toy deeper and you moan loudly.

“You’ve thought about me?”

“Baby I didn’t need a fleshlight before you moved in, gotta stick my dick somewhere when I think about this perfect little body of yours.”

You’re pretty sure he’s about to finish you off with the dirty talking alone. It doesn’t matter to you that it’s your voice, you know that their Dean’s words and that’s enough. Well, two can play that game.

“Shame I didn’t pack my dildo,” you smirk, trying to regain composure, “It’s about the same size as you.”

“I’d rather use your fingers, get them nice and deep,” he responds breathily.

“You don’t wanna know how you’d make me feel sinking your cock inside me?” you ask, unable to keep your own moans at bay at the very thought.

“I already know I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. Don’t forget sweetheart, I know this little body better than any other man now. I know your sweet spots, I can feel how close I’m getting you already.”

“Fuck, Dean, you gonna make that body of mine cum on my fingers?” you ask, squeezing your eyes shut as Dean’s balls tighten along with the muscles deep in his stomach, and you’re so close yourself. “Because you’re about to cum deep in this toy.”

“Fuck baby, that’s it, squeeze my balls when you’re cumming, trust me,” he tells you. You waste no time reaching down and squeezing gently. Fuck, he’s right. You make yet another mental note, and then you feel a relief wash over you with every throb of his cock inside the tight toy.

“Holy fuck, I think I’m gonna… shit,” you can hear the very telling signs in your own voice that Dean’s close. You know how you sound when you’re about to cum.

“Keep rubbing, don’t stop,” you instruct, and Dean screams out and then there’s heavy panting.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” he finally tells you. You chuckle, pulling the toy off of Dean’s cock and watching as it very slowly deflates on his stomach. “Urm, Y/N?” he asks next.

“Yeah?” you reply, still out of breath and still on an adrenaline high from the dirty talking and climax.

“I think I could go again,” he replies.

You laugh. “Welcome to being a girl.”

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The Proposal

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Summary: After some difficult time in your relationship with Dean, the British Men of Letters send the two of you on a case in Italy. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: December for @winchesterandbeyondbingo // Venice, Italy for @anyfandomfluffbingo // Fluff for @j3bingo // Date Night for @spnfluffbingo // Dean Winchester for @supernatural-jackles TMAS // Warnings: fluff, marriage proposal, best friends to lovers, established relationship, break-up, reconciliation Word Count: 2.2k

The day Sam, Dean, and you found the bunker, you told Dean you wanted to search for other members of the “Men of Letters” around the world. You wanted to see if there were other people like you hunting monsters too.

Some months later, two people showed up at the bunker’s door stating that they were from the British Men of Letters, “Michael “Mick” Davies and Arthur Ketch” they introduced and you got excited. If they had found you there, you were sure there were other organizations in other parts of the world. You made this research a personal task to find more members.

The search was unsuccessful and you failed in your task, the cases started to increase thanks to Mick and Ketch. Having to deal with them on a daily basis was exhausting.

Over the following weeks, you’ve hunted a lot of monsters, driving non-stop, going from one state to another without a full night of sleep.

With your birthday a few weeks away, Dean and you decided to do a little road trip to celebrate it and to spend some quality time just the both of you. It was something you wanted to do for the past year since you’ve started your relationship.

To be honest, you should’ve seen this coming. Since the British Men of Letters appeared in your life, they made chaos. The three of you were always in a bad mood, mostly because of the lack of sleep, the worst part of this was that your relationship with Dean was worsening. That was one of the reasons why you were really eager to go on this road trip with Dean, it was something both of you really needed.

Instead, Ketch had other plans for that week. He decided to send Sam and Dean on a hunt, it was supposed to last just two days, and Dean was going to be back right in time for the trip.

You should’ve learned by now to not trust Ketch and his white lies. What was supposed to be a two days hunt became a week, making Dean miss your birthday and screw up all your plans. You could see in Ketch’s face how much he was enjoying your bad mood. You were ready to kill him with your bare hands.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Dean said when he entered the bunker, “ I’m going to compensate you. I promise” Dean promised, knowing he just ruined something you’ve planned for so long, but he wasn’t the one who needed to compensate you, but you just knew Ketch was not gonna move a finger for what he just ruined.

You hugged Dean and pecked his lips, “I’m just glad you’re here with me. Both of you” you admitted hugging Sam “but if he ever shows up, I’m gonna kill him,” you whispered so only Sam and Dean could hear you. “Not gonna stop you” Sam added with a smile.

The whole Ketch and British Men Of Letters brought a lot of disagreements between you and the Winchester brothers, to the point of dissolving your relationship with Dean, having to take some time off from each other. It broke your heart to make this decision, but it was the best before hurting more feelings because of them. You decided to leave the bunker and book a room in a crappy motel until everyone could figure out what was going on.

The time off between Dean and you only lasted two days. The love you had for the other was a lot stronger than just a simple man who wanted to take control over you and your little family.

Even though you and Dean got back together, you decided that it was best to stay apart at least until Ketch, Mick, and the rest of the Men of Letters were gone.

While being apart from Dean, both of you learned what was needed from the other, and to communicate them to the other. This time, the relationship grew stronger, you were able to communicate and let the feelings be part of the relationship. In a way, this brought you two a lot closer than you already were.

It was mid-December when Dean asked you to move in with Sam and him to the bunker again. Both claimed to miss you and your energy there. You couldn’t refuse this offer, you missed them a lot, “Ok,” you accepted gladly, “but with one condition,” you said.

Dean sighed and nodded, “I’ll move in with you, but not permanently. At least, not for now” you explained and Dean agreed. He couldn’t force you to do it, it was your decision after all.

Since you've moved out from the bunker and spending for a few months in a motel, you had rented a small room in an apartment building near the bunker, it was perfect for the time being.

You were packing some of your stuff that you were planning to move back to the bunker when you got a call from Dean, “Hi baby,” you answered, “what happened?” you asked kinda worried, “do you have your passport up to date?” he asked; you got confused, why would he ask you that?

“Yeah, why?” you answered not understanding much where he was going with all these questions. “Mitch called, they want us to take a case in Italy,” he explained and you couldn’t believe it, “You kidding, right?”

Dean chuckled, “Nope sweetheart, it sounds serious” You were very confused as to why Mitch had asked you two to check on a case in Italy? And why did Dean accept it? He hated flying. This probably was something serious they couldn’t handle on their own.

“Let me pack some stuff and I’ll meet you at the bunker” You heard some shuffling in the back, probably they were finishing packing, then Dean asked, “You have everything in there?”

“I guess so,” you said checking your surroundings, “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes and I’ll explain everything on the road,” Dean said and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, Dean and you were heading to the airport, two first-class tickets to Italy in hand and a million questions without an answer.

While on the road, Dean explained to you that an auction party was being held in a very important hotel and one of the most important pieces they were auctioning was from God’s creation and the Men of Letters wanted to recover it. The thing is that Mitch and all their minions were well known and they weren’t allowed to participate, so they needed unknown people.

“So that’s why they need us,” you said and Dean nodded. That’s where Dean and you fit in the picture.

Mitch called you before boarding and said that your room was already booked at the hotel, he also mentioned that there were outfits ready for both of you to wear at the auction and that one of the British Men of Letter’s drivers was there for you during your stay.

The flight was quiet and comfortable, while Dean hummed “Nothing Else Matters” non-stop, you did some old-fashioned research on the item you needed to recover.

Twelve hours later, finally, both of you arrived in Italy and as Mitch promised, there was a car waiting for the two of you.

To you, the trip to the hotel was marvelous, it was almost impossible for you to be able to see everything. You were in love with the place. Unfortunately, you were there for a job and not for vacation, so you needed to keep yourself focused.

“I miss my baby,” said Dean with a pout, “I know, I miss her too, but at least I have mine with me,” you said and pecked his lips making him smile.

Once in the hotel, you were taken to your room, it was the honeymoon suite. The room was twice the size of your apartment. It was enormous.

“As you can see, the room is for newlyweds, so you’ll have to portray as a married couple at the auction. I hope that’s not a problem” Mitch said through the phone “I expected you to do your work well. This is a big item. I’ll keep in touch with you two” he finished and hung up.

You set up your workplace and started to do some research on the auction, the people who were going to attend, and the items they were selling.

“Apparently, we will have to do another trip. The auction is in Venice” Dean mentioned with an envelope in his hands. Your eyes lighted up. Venice was your place on earth, the canals, the gondolas, the bridge, the structure, the history. It was your favorite place and you’ve always wanted to visit it.

The following day, you and Dean got full room service, “we ain’t paying it, so bring the pie” Dean said excitedly.

After breakfast, a maid came with two bags, one contained Dean’s suite and the other, your dress. The trip to Venice wasn’t short, so you wanted to get ready early so you could do a little sightseeing around the place where the auction was held.

Dean wore a blue suit with a white shirt and you wore a short laced black dress with simple sandals. Nothing too fancy but not too simple either.

The drive to the hotel lasted at least an hour, you were grateful for leaving early. You had at least an hour and a half until the event started, which meant you had plenty of time to walk around and see the place.

Dean seemed nervous, he didn’t look in your eyes, it seemed that he was avoiding you. You assumed he was uncomfortable; it wasn’t a common thing for him to wear a suit for a case.

“De, are you okay?”, you asked, caressing his cheek. “We can come back if you want,” you said, hugging him. He hugged you back and started to sway to the sound of the music a local shop was playing. “I’m fine. Actually,” he said “I’m great because I’m with you” he finished before kissing you deeply.

“De…” you whispered and you felt when his body relaxed, “Sweetheart, I know that I messed up on your birthday, I wanted to be with you, but Ketch…“ he sighed, frustrated at the memory, “the point is that I made you a promise that day, and…“

“What do you mean, Dean? You don’t owe me anything. A job is a job, I get it” you admitted, “I know, “he sighed again “but you deserve the world, everything,”

You pecked his lips, you knew he was mad at Ketch for what he did, but you also knew he was blaming himself for letting that happen, “and you give me all and more” you said looking directly to his eyes, “no, I haven’t,” he said and you stopped dancing, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve failed you. I made a promise and I broke it. I wanted to make it up for you, but I didn’t know how and then I realized that you deserve the world and I wasn’t giving you any” he confessed, “De… are you…” you didn’t know what to ask, he was confusing more

“Y/N, you are my world, and you deserve everything and all, and I want to give it to you, so,” he said, kneeling and you started to cry, “will you marry me?”

You couldn’t believe it, you tried to regain some strength and calm down your crying and said “Of course Dean! I love you so much” you said, kneeling with him.

He got the two of you up and put the ring on your finger. You pulled your arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and deeply. It was a dream come true.

“I wish Sammy was here,” you said in a sad tone, “I wouldn’t have missed this in the world,” Sam said from behind, you turned around and hugged him too.

You were in a bubble, your best friend and love of your life has just proposed in your favorite place on earth when you remember why you were there, “Guys, the auction!” you exclaimed and Sam and Dean laughed, “there’s no auction baby,” Dean said, “I told you I was going to make them pay for missing your birthday and we needed a plan to bring you here without suspicion and well, we had to come up with a case.” he explained.

You started to laugh, he really made them pay for what had happened, “I’ll have to thank Mitch then” you said and added, “even though they did compensate us, I still want to kill Ketch” the three of you chuckled.

“I can’t believe you overcome your fear of flying because of me,” you said while looking at the canals with your two favorite people, “for you baby, I’ll do anything.” Dean said, “now, let’s go to celebrate.” Sam added, hugging the both of you.

Sam, Dean, and you got in the car and headed back to the hotel where they were waiting for you with a special dinner organized for the British Men of Letters. You couldn’t be any happier.

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Zero decency - Kinktober 23

Title: Zero decency

Written for @winchesterandbeyondbingo ​​: Royal AU

Written for @spnabobingo ​: Accidental Scent Bond

Summary: An alpha kidnaps you, demanding he’s your bodyguard...

Kink: Scent Kink

Rating: Mature

Ship: Alpha!(AU) Dean Winchester x Omega!(Princess) Reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping (kinda), scenting, possessive Dean, plot twist, true mates, scent bonds

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“How dare you carrying me around like a sack of potatoes, vulture,” you complain, wiggling in the man’s hold. “Lemme down or I swear, my father will kill you. He’ll take your head.”

“He’ll do shit, princess,” the man all but growls, ignoring you fight him with all you’ve got. Well, it’s not much, but it’s all you can do. He just grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder, and now he’s running away with you, dashing towards the woods.

“Ugh. Alphas! All muscles and instinct, no brains. Zero decency or delicacy! As if being omega wasn’t bad enough,” the alpha groans at your words but keeps on running toward the trees to hide in the shadows with his prey, you.

“Can you shut up for a moment, sweetheart? Will ya! I’m here to save you from getting kidnapped, spoiled little brat,” you huff at his rude behavior, but bite your tongue to not piss the angry alpha off some more. “Good thing we are living in the 21st century or people would accuse me of doing nasty things to you.”

“Bastard—" 

“Your daddy hired me to keep you safe,” he carefully places you back on your feet, immediately looking you all over. “Sorry, this was a case of emergency. Did you see the three alphas next to the huge table at your friend’s house?”

“Dude, that was a birthday party, not a hostage situation,” you huff, annoyed. “I was safe with my friends. The three tall alphas next to the large table are my best friends’ brothers, you—you lunatic,” hands-on your hips you glare up at the frowning alpha.

“They matched the description your father gave to me,” he gets his phone out to check the information. “Three men, tall, alphas, dirty blonde hair, will be at the party and watch my daughter. Keep an eye on my beloved girl for me.”

While you run one hand down your face, groaning deeply, the alpha doesn’t move a muscle. He just stares down at you, purring and crooning. 

You must admit, he’s not too bad to look at. Tall, bowed legs, chiseled chin, and his eyes, you never saw such beautiful eyes on a man before. 

“Uh—what’s wrong with you?” you take a step backward, eyes trained on the alpha. He acts strange and you don’t want to get involved in whatever is going on in his twisted mind. “Stay away from me, crazy bastard!”

“You smell so good, sweetheart,” he purrs, taking a step toward you to sniff in your direction, eyes glued to your mating gland now. “I can’t help it. The moment I entered the house I was enchanted by your scent and since I touched you, I’m losing my mind. I never scented someone that… sweet.”

“I showered, and I used that specific—” he pounces on you, making you squeak. “Hey, ow—what are you doing?” while the alpha noses his way up and down your scenting gland, you try to push against his shoulders to get him off you. “Fuck, you need to get off me. We—you—shit!”

“It’s too late,” he nips at your skin, tongue-tasting you. “You are mine; I can smell it. No other omega ever smelled like you.”

“If you don’t stop,” you fall against his chest, whimpering in distress. Your mind tells you to fight your instinct but the omega inside of your soul fights for dominance. That purring bitch wants to mate with the stranger, “we end up mated.”

“I wouldn’t mind marking your pretty neck,” the alpha croons while excessively licking your neck. “I think we already bonded, sweetheart.”

“No offense, but I would remember mating with you,” he snickers against you, hands already pawing at your ass. “Hey, I don’t even know your name.”

“Dean,” is all you will get for now. “Lemme check if you are alright. I can’t have you injured,” he looks you all over again to check every inch of you thoroughly. You’re lucky he doesn’t rip your clothes off to check for scratches…

“Okay Dean, we should go back to the party. My friends must be worried or already called the cops. Everyone watched you drag me out of their house. We need to explain what happened,” you try to calm the pumped-up alpha but he’s like a man possessed. 

“We can’t go back, they are going to hurt you or take you away from me,” you end up over his shoulder once again, complaining loudly as he trudges further into the woods, taking you with him. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“I want to call my father right now,” he ignores you mutter under your breath, keeps on walking, all the while purring to calm you. “Dean lemme down. Stop acting like a caveman. Please let me down.”

“Stop being so loud, omega,” Dean uses his alpha voice, and you fall silent. Your omega whimpers in distress all the while trying to make up to Dean that you angered the strong alpha. “What if those guys followed us?”

“Shit, you need to stop fantasizing about people being—” you gasp when Dean stops in his tracks. He puts you back down, shoves you behind his back before he gets a shotgun out from under his coat. “Wait! Where did you hide that thing all the time?”

“I said,” he’s in your face, breathing heavily, “you need to stop talking. They found us.” Confused you follow Dean’s eyes to get a glimpse of three shadows coming closer. “I told you I did not kidnap but save you, sweetheart.”

“But—they are my friends,” you get a bad feeling, so you hide behind Dean’s back, head pressed into his back to inhale his scent. “Why are they after me now?”

“You took what should have been ours,” a familiar voice growls, “give her back and let her make her ours and we won’t kill you, little alpha.”

“Come and get her, if you are brave enough,” Dean growls, huffing when the alphas stop in their tracks. “I bet you don’t have the balls to do so.”

“What are you doing?” you wrap your hands around his left biceps to drag Dean further into the woods. “They are three, you are one cocky alpha with a shotgun. Stop putting me in danger, Dean.”

“You’re right,” Dean grasps for your hand to run deeper into the woods, to hide behind a large tree with you. He’s pressing his body against yours to cover your scent, rubbing his scent into your skin, clothes, and hair. “Shush, we need to be as silent as possible now.”

“This is officially the worst murder mystery game ever,” the alpha huffs in your neck. “Can you hear them? Dean?”

“Stop talking,” he grunts, head buried in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I can’t hear shit if you don’t stop talking.”

“You are talking yourself. All the time. Hell, you talk more than I do,” you push against Dean’s shoulders. “You’re the worst murder mystery game partner ever. Strawberry!”

“Mystery what? Strawberry?” Dean lifts his head to look at you. 

“Gosh, that was my safeword to end the game. You read the rules, right? If you don’t want to play anymore, you say your safeword. I’m tired, hungry and you are getting on my nerves.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a real bodyguard and this is a real shotgun,” he unlocks the gun to fire a round into the sky. “See.”

“Fuck! No, the boys are part of the game! You can’t shoot them,” you scream, losing your shit. “Guys, he’s not part of the game. HE HAS GOT A REAL GUN!”

“DUDE! Chill, this is all just a game,” Cole grunts. “Listen, we will stand here, okay. We are no harm. Please, let Y/N go. Pineapple!”

“See, that’s his safeword. This is just a game,” you whimper. “My friends and I paid for the game. I got my invitation last week, just like my friends. I—I don’t know why my father hired you, but I’m not in danger.”

“He read the messages you got. Someone threatened to kidnap you,” Dean whispers, unsure if you try to protect your friends or if your father got it all wrong.

“That’s part of the game. We get messages, letters, and stuff. I am the victim in the game tonight. They said someone will kidnap me and my friends are the heroes, rescuing me,” you explain. “Please, don’t hurt them. None of them will hurt me or you.”

“Sorry, her father hired me to keep her safe,” Dean still won’t let anyone get close to you, but he secured his shotgun and put it into the trunk of his car. “I had no clue this is all part of a murder mystery game.”

“Oh, it’s totally fine,” your best friend giggles. “This way the game was more fun. Hell, we cheered for you when you threw her over your shoulder.”

“I kidnapped a princess, awesome,” the alpha rolls his eyes. “How about we call it a day and head home. I think I got enough of games for a month or like ever.”

“Agreed,” you try to leave the room, but Dean is hot on your heels, following your every step. “What?”

“I’m still your bodyguard and, we still got that scent bond going on,” he insists, leading you toward his car. “I’ll drive you, home princess.”

“Can you stop calling me like that? It’s only a title, ya know. It doesn’t matter anymore, not really,” you explain. “Now drive me home so I can give my father a piece of mind for sticking his nose into my shit once again…”

“Great, now I’m stuck with a crazy alpha,” you groan but snuggle closer to Dean to sniff at his neck. He wrapped his body around your smaller frame and buried his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “Can you not press your erection against my thigh?”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, licking your skin. “It’s just, we got a strong scent bond and all I can think about is to make you mine. Of course, I must ask your father first.”

“You are crazy,” you purr when he kisses your mating gland. “But I’ll let you stay the night if you promise to not use your shotgun…”

“Promised?” Dean lifts his head to grin down at you. “I played my role well, didn’t I?”

“Role?” you frown, watching Dean’s eyes darken. “What do you mean? You are a bodyguard, right?”

“He’s an Earl of Winchester,” your father steps into your room to watch your jaw drop. “What? You refused to even meet up with him. So, I thought it would be nice if he saves you in your stupid little game. My plan went well. Now that you have a scent bond, you’ll make a perfect match. And don’t worry, the shotgun is a faked gun.”

“Wait! What?” you begin to throw a tantrum, already pouncing on Dean to fist his hair. “You tricked me? What the fuck, dad!”

“The rest is up to you, Dean. Good luck,” your father flees out of the room when you threaten to use the shotgun on Dean and your father…

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Square: Texas

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Jared Padalecki x reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy, Bullying, Harassment

Summary: Y/N is headed to Texas for a new job. 

She runs into her favourite actor Jared Padalecki.

Their encounter leads Y/N into uncharted territory. 

Will they be able to work past everything?

Inspired by Within Temptation's Paradise (What about Us)

“What about us, Isn't it enough? No, we're not in paradise

This is who we are This is what we've got

No, it's not our paradise But it's all we want

And it's all that we're fighting for

Though it's not paradise”

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I’m a Nurse...

Parings: Sam Winchester x Preemie!Daughter

WC: 1200

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor, premature birth, death during surgery, angst, life changing decision, cursing

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A/N: I originally was doing an aesthetic and ended up writing this.

A/N II: Aoibhe (ey-va) This comes from the Gaelic word “aoibh,” which means beauty.

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When Sam was growing up he wanted to be a lawyer. He dedicated all his spare time in college studying for the LSATS, earning him a phenomenal score of 174.

The weekend before his admissions interview to Stanford Law School his pregnant fiancé went into labor at 33 weeks. While the doctors were trying to stop her labor the baby went into distress and they were rushed to surgery for an emergency c-section.

Complications developed during delivery and Sam's fiancé died, leaving him to raise their little girl, Aoibhe, alone. 

Aoibhe was overall in good health but it was having some issues associated with her premature birth. She had trouble keeping her body heat and poor sucking abilities, normal at her age and needing to gain weight before going home, she had to spend an unspecified time in the NICU.

Thankfully the hospital had recently opened 24/7 NICU rooms for parents to stay with their babies so Sam didn’t have to leave his little girl.

Sam spent the first days sitting next to her incubator, tentatively touching her thin skin the way the nurses showed him, soothing his tiny girl with delicate caresses. The first time she wrapped her hand around his pinky finger, he broke down, grief breaking through the numbness of losing his love and hope at their baby’s strength.

Few days later it was deemed she could be held, scaring the hell out of Sam. It was one thing to touch but hold her with his massive, rough hands, what if he did something wrong or messed up the wires monitoring her. 

The nurses found a reclining chair big enough for him to comfortably fit his 6’4” frame while doing Kangaroo Care. Sam was self conscious the first time he shed his T-shirt but when his baby girl was placed on his chest, warm and surprisingly solid for her size, everything around him quickly fell away.

When Aoibhe was almost 35 weeks the doctor tested her sucking abilities, she showed favorable progress so they decided to pull her feeding tube and start bottle feedings. A few days later Sam was given the news they would be going home when Aoibhe reached 36 weeks.

Sam panicked, he was still in his tiny apartment that didn’t have adequate enough space for the specialty items Aoibhe needed to properly care for her and his older brother Dean was moving in to help him, taken a sabbatical from his job at their dad’s garage.

Once again the nurses, who’d been carrying for Aoibhe came through, helping him weed through what was absolutely essential now, what could wait and somehow the brothers fit two men and a baby in the small space. 

A few weeks later they were watching a movie. Aoibhe had fallen asleep on Sam’s chest and Dean stared at his brother for a while contemplating an idea that’d been rattling around his brain watching as his brother lovingly cared for her. Sam had an appointment with his adviser about his options since he was still graduating but missed his deadline for admissions to law school.

After Sam put her to bed Dean handed him a beer telling Sam he thought he should reconsider his career path. He said with his smarts and empathy for others Sam would be a phenomenal health care provider, look at his little girl, she was thriving under his care.

Sam mulled over his brother's words. Dean was still the annoying, idiotic big brother who had giving him crap since they were kids but when it came to the important stuff Dean was as insightful as a sage, offering wisdom and sound advice.

At his meeting he shocked the adviser by inquiring about a different career path. They told him it took around six years total to achieve the degree he was considering, having already taken some of the basic classes and if he didn’t have a break, he might be able to do it in four to five and this all depended on if he was accepted to the nursing program first.

He informed Dean what it would entail to get his degree and didn’t think it was possible, Aoibhe needed a lot of hands on care and as she got older there was still the possibility of physical and developmental issues with her being a preemie. 

Dean told him he had discussed it with their parents, who’d been wanting Aoibhe and him to move back to Lawrence and in with them..but if Sam wanted to stay here and go for it, he’d stay and help out till getting his degree.

Sam got stubborn, said he couldn’t ask him to give up more of his life for them. Dean knew arguing with his baby brother was fruitless so they’d have to settle it the Winchester Way and stuck out his fist for Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Ten Years Later

“I fucking swear if you think your gonna sticking that dick in me without getting a vasectomy it ain’t happening buster!” Cassie screeches at her husband as a strong contraction rips through her. 

Dean didn’t say anything, only smiles and nods at what was the mildest outburst the last four hours. He’d been warned by his brother that women will say the most horrible, horrendous, horrific and absolutely downright terrifying things when in labor, especially when there’s no drugs involved. 

“Cassie, you're doing good, I need you to breathe and the next contraction really bare down,” Sam’s trying his damnedest to stay professional, keep his voice steady but sounds a bit weird from struggling not to laugh from where he was bent over behind her, “I can see the head.”

Cassie tiredly grunts acknowledgment, exhausted having delivered one baby and this one was being stubborn, just like her AssButt of a husband, who knocked her up with the twins. 

She kept moving, trying several birthing positions to get Dean’s hell spawn out before finally ending up on the floor, on her knees beside the bed, leaning against it gripping the side of birthing bar still attached to it with her brother-in-law Sam, who, in their small town, the only Labor & Delivery nurse specializing in natural childbearing techniques was, at this moment, somehow contorting his huge self between her spread legs with a hand held light.

“How's she progressing Sam?” Dr. Winchester aka Sam’s wife Y/N, asks as she enters the delivery room. It wasn’t normal protocol for physicians to attend family but Y/N was the only one on call that night.

“Waiting for the next contraction, what about..”

“Braxton Hicks, already sent them home. Cassie, let’s see about getting Johanna reunited with her sister, she’s apparently unhappy being separated from her and raising hell in the nursery. You need me…” Y/N starts asking if he needs to switch when Cassie screams as the contraction hits her, “heads crowning,” the baby’s head pops out as she gets on the floor to assist, instructing Cassie to stop pushing so Sam can rotate the baby then tells her to give one really big push.

Maryanna Winchester finally enters the world with the help of her uncle Sam Winchester, RN, BSN, L&D.

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First Date

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Summary: You were set up on a blind date with the best friend of a friend in common. You never thought this could be that good Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Squares: First Date for @supernatural-jackles TMAS // Blind Date for @spnfluffbingo // Baby for @winchesterandbeyondbingo // Ice Cream Date for @anyfandomfluffbingo // Soulmates for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo Warnings: Fluff, blind date, walking in the park, holding hands, insecurities of meeting someone, first date Word Count: 1639

A/N: I mean no harm towards Danneel and their kids. For the purpose of this fanfic, Jensen is single.

It’s been almost six months since the breakup, and it might be time to start going out again with her. Maybe not dating again but you could just have fun with her. It took her almost two months to finally convince you to go to a bar to just have a drink. Thanks to the alcohol, you started to feel bad again, wanting to call your ex again, forgive him and start dating again. Briana wasn’t buying it and she was going to do everything in her power to prevent it.

The weekend after you tried to reach out to your ex again, you got a text from Bri, "Wear something nice, we are going out. It’s a date" You sighed while looking at her text, you weren’t in the mood to go out, plus you had a ton of things to do. You typed back "I can’t today, I’m busy" and sent it to her, not even a minute later she had answered you, "I’m sorry but this is not open for discussion. Meet me at the ice cream shop in an hour. DON’T BE LATE."

When Briana had set an idea, there was no way of getting out of it. You sighed and started to get ready, you had a date with your best friend. Why would she want you to wear something nice for an ice cream shop? Maybe she wants to take you somewhere else after that and the ice cream is just for convincing.

Forty-five minutes later you were arriving at the ice cream shop and Briana was nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t texted you so maybe she was on her way. While waiting for her, you saw a beautiful black Chevrolet Impala parked in the shop’s parking lot. The car looked brand new, definitely, someone loved it way too much to have it that way. Your curiosity took advantage and made you move closer to the car to inspect it. You weren’t a true fan of cars but you could recognize the one your father loved. Next to the car, was a tall blonde man, very good-looking. He probably was the owner. You approached the car and asked, “Is it yours?” The blonde man smiled and said, “Yes, she is. She’s my baby, “he said very proudly. You smiled and admitted “She is gorgeous” touching the hood of the car. “I could say the same,” he flirted and you blushed.

”Are you waiting for someone? I saw you arriving a little while ago” he said and that’s when it hit you, this was a blind date. Briana said date and wear something nice in the same text. Of course, she would set you up. This guy was gorgeous and you felt good talking with him, obviously, she was not going to find that because you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“My best friend forced me to come, but she hasn’t arrived yet” you admitted, this cute guy smiled and looked at the floor, “By any chance, your friend is called Briana?” When you were about to answer your phone pinged, telling you that you had an unread message, you opened it and it was from Bri, obviously. “Don’t thank me. I love you both”

This guy smiled and said “You must be Y/N,” you nodded, “I’m Jensen” he introduced himself, “I can’t believe she set us up” you said and Jensen chuckled, “I do. We are talking about Briana” you chuckled and he gave you a wide smile. A smile that made your heart skip a beat. You wouldn’t mind seeing it more frequently, you hoped you could keep seeing it.

Something inside you made you feel comfortable with him but it was something that scared the hell out of you. You haven’t felt like that in so long. Clearly, Briana knew both of you and she knew that you were going to be good for the other. You didn’t know his story, but you felt like this would work and you hate her for that.

“Can I invite you some ice cream?” He asked you, “since we both are here…” you smiled, “I would love to” you answered and he smiled again. You were way too confident with him, you liked this new side of you.

Both of you walked to the front door of the shop, he opened the door for you and let you go inside first, then he put a hand on your lower back and guided you to a small empty booth. One of the waitresses came and asked for your orders.

“So, why do you think Bri set us up?” He asked to break the silence, you laughed, and all of a sudden you got shy, this wasn’t the kind of question you were expecting for a first date, because this was it, right?

“Because she hates my ex and wants me to get over him” you chuckled, “you?” he sighed, “As weird as may sound, she says I’m too lonely.” He didn’t look like the type of guy who was lonely, “Really?” “Yeah. She didn’t like your ex?” He asked to change the topic, “Not really. I mean, she was happy because I was happy or at least that’s what I thought. I’m pretty sure she set us up because a few months ago I got very drunk and told her that I wanted to get back to him” you admitted, “It sounds like Bri” he laughs, “but I get it, you were drunk and he probably was an asshole, and when we are drunk we do stupid things” Jensen said when the waitress came with your orders.

Jensen and you talked about life, hobbies, music, cars. You discovered you had a lot in common, you were perfect for the other. "We are soulmates" Jensen joked when you agreed on the best music band of all history. You were actually enjoying his company, you were glad Bri forced you to come.

He seemed to be a great guy and you kinda like him. He seemed to be honest, it was obvious he cared about his friends, he had a good taste for cars and had a lovely smile. Maybe Bri was right, you needed to get over your ex.

The waitress approached your table and brought the bill, you took out your wallet and Jensen stopped you by grabbing your hand, “please, let me” your heart stopped, his hand was warm and soft, you didn’t want him to remove it, “It's okay, really, “ you said, you didn’t mind paying. He smiled and said, “my treat. Then we can meet up again and you can invite me for a beer this time” he flirted “it’s a date then,” you said blushing. Jensen paid and you two got up from your booth and headed to the door.

You walked to his car and stopped in front of it, “is it too straightforward if I ask you to come with me to another place?” he asked nervously while touching the back of his neck. “No, it is not. Shall we?” Jensen nodded opened the passenger door and you entered the car, she was even beautiful on the inside. Jensen walked to his side of the car and entered, he turned the engine and she purred. You couldn’t stop smiling, you felt like a teenager going on a date with his high school crush.

Ten minutes later, Jensen parked the car on the side of the park, the sun was starting to set and the sky was tinted in pinks and oranges. Everything looked very romantic. “Wait,” he said. He got out of the car and walked around the front just to open your door. He gave you his hand for you to take it “what a gentleman” you flirted and his cheeks blushed in the slightest shade of pink, he never let your hand go, instead he intertwined his fingers with yours and took you on a walk around it.

Everything was perfect, too perfect to be real. You knew this was going to end soon and you didn’t want it to happen. You were distracted, your mind was pulling out all these bad scenarios with him.

Jensen noticed you were distant, he stopped walking in front of you, he moved a strand of hair from your face and asked “what’s in your mind?” you sighed, you felt embarrassed, “Is it weird that I don’t want this to end?” you admitted “why would it end?” he asked confused, “I don’t know, it feels…” Jensen put his free hand on your cheek and you leaned to his touch, “I know,” Jensen interrupted you, “but this seems legit, and let me be honest, I haven’t had this fun with a hot chick in a while” he finished smirking and your face turned red, you had to look down, you felt ashamed.

“Hey,” he lifted your chin, “It won’t end. I promise," he said, caressing your cheek “how would you know?” “Because” he kissed one cheek, “I” he kissed the other cheek “know” he kissed the tip of your nose and pressed his forehead with yours.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until you interrupted it “Jens…” he hummed “kiss me” and just like that he kissed your lips. For the first time, you had that feeling of butterflies in your stomach, you didn’t want it to end. When you broke apart, both of you were grinning. “Let’s go back to my place. I think I’m gonna invite you for those beers today” He pecked your lips, “a second date already? I might be the luckiest man in the world” he kissed you again and you headed back to the car.

Bri was going to be very happy and she was going to tease you about it.

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[holylulusworld]

Greenest Green - Kinktober 17

Title: Greenest Green

Written for @winchesterandbeyondbingo​: Jensen Ackles

Summary: You are excited to finally attend a supernatural convention. You didn’t intend on discovering a whole new world. What happens after you woke from your daydream?

Kink: Oculophilia/Eye Fetish

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki

Warnings: a hint of angst, language, pre-smut, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public fingering, RPF

Words: 1,2 k

A/N: This is pure fiction. Jensen is single for the sake of this fic.

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Kinktober 2021

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

<< Part 1 - New Discoveries

Formerly on New Discoveries...

“I can help you with that,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your ear, “my omega…let me knot you good...”

Now, ...

“Jay, stop talking and get back in the photo booth, Jared laughs when his friend makes a face. “Come on, the fans are waiting for you to take pictures. You can’t just,” just now Jared eyes you up and down, giving his friend after a knowing smirk, “I get it now, but we can’t make them wait any longer.”

“Uh—actually, I wanted to take a photo with,” Jensen already grasps for your wrist to drag you toward the photo booth before you can tell him Sam is your favorite character at the show and that you wanted a picture with Jared. “Wait—fuck, my legs are much shorter than yours.”

“Mine are bowed, so we are even,” he smirks, before ushering you inside the photo booth, nodding at Jared before he sets his focus on you. “So, tell me about the picture you want.”

“Honestly,” you bite your tongue, not wanting to piss Jensen off. “I haven’t thought about it yet. I came here to take a picture with Jared. Sam is my favorite character. I’m not prepared to have a photo op with you. Sorry.”

“Sam is your favorite, huh? I’m hurt,” he steps closer to cup your cheek. Jensen smirks, green eyes sparkling when you look up at him with doe eyes. “But you just read a story about me, sweetheart. What shall a man think if you do so?”

“I said Sam is my favorite character,” you lick your lips, eyes holding Jensen’s gaze. “You see…I…you are a great actor and Dean is cool, and I like your eyes, especially your eyes. I mean, Jared’s are beautiful too. I love eyes…God, I’m babbling again. Did I babble?”

“A little bit,” he snickers, eyes glued to your lips now. “Now tell me about the photo. Shall I pose like superman or look angry. Some people want me to look pissed on their photo.”

“I—I always wanted to play rock, paper, scissors with Dean,” you tease, giving Jensen a smirk. “Poor Dean always lost so; I’d like to win too. Maybe we could do this? Only if you want to, of course.”

“Dean only lost as they wrote it that way! I would’ve won, I mean Dean. Shit, you know what I mean,” you nod silently. Jensen completely ignored you wanted to take a photo with Jared and just highjacked your photo op with his colleague. “I will win this time.”

“Sure,” Jensen likes your bratty attitude. He should feel guilt for imagining taming you a little, but he did not forget you just read a naughty story featuring him. “Give it your all.”

“I will. How about we make things a little more interesting. If you win, you’ll get a picture with Jared too and if I win, you’ll tell me about the story you just read,” his pupils a little blown Jensen looks at you. “Now, shall we begin, sweetheart?”

“Okay—I’ve got this. I will win,” whilst you get ready to pose for the picture, Jensen is determined to win this round of rock, paper, scissors. He looks you straight in the eyes, almost hypnotizing you with his intense gaze.

“One,” he says.

“Two,” you quip, smirking.

“Three,” whilst you form paper with your hand, Jensen chooses, like always, scissors,” he looks down at your hand, a dark smirk forming on his plump lips. “Looks like I won!”

“What? No, I choose stone,” you follow Jensen’s eyes, glance at your hand in disbelief. “Paper? Dammit, I swear I wanted to choose stone! This can’t be.”

“I won, sweetheart. Now, give me your name and smile for the camera again,” he brings you into his arms, smirking before he gives you an angry look. “That’s the pissed-off Dean. Follow my lead.”

How you ended up in the backseat of a cab, on Jensen Ackles' lap, his tongue down your throat and his hands groping your ass is a blur.

After you took another photo he led you toward the back entrance, forced you inside the cab, and claimed you as his prize for winning the little game.

“I won, fair and now I want my prize,” he mutters against your lips whilst his hands move higher to grab your waist roughly. 

“I let you win,” you kiss him back, a little too eager, hands cupping his face roughly. “Look at me.”

“Aw, you are a dominant, huh? Pity I will not let you be on top tonight. The moment I got you at my hotel room, you’ll be a begging mess underneath me,” he purrs, eyes holding your gaze once again. “If you want me to, I’ll keep my eyes open the whole time to make you cum even harder.”

“W-hat? Oh, I—” spluttering you feel your core throb. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know you are into my eyes, Y/N,” he tilts his hips to press his erection against your sex. “The way you always search my eyes told me so.”

“I—no…”

“Don’t worry, you will have the chance to look me deep in the eyes while I fuck the neediness out of this tight little cunt of yours, and later on, you can tell me more about that story making you all wet and tingly for me…”

You’re a mess. Jensen and you barely made it out of the cab and into the elevator of the hotel before he was back on you, his hand down your panties and his tongue exploring your mouth. 

“Anyone could see,” you protest, but Jensen only grunts in response, busy to finger you as if his life depends on it. “Fuck, you are shameless,” you complain, biting your lower lip to keep the noises low. “But your fingers are so thick, I love it.”

“Now you are happy you didn’t take a photo with Jared but me, huh? Dirty little slut wants me to fuck her with my fingers right here, in an elevator for anyone to see,” he smirks when a choked-out moan escapes your throat. “C’mon, be more vocal. Tell me how good my fingers feel inside this little pussy.”

“S—so good,” you whimper every time Jensen curls his fingers inside your dripping sex. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Look at me,” he growls and your head snaps upward to meet his darkened gaze. “Don’t dare to break eye contact or I’ll not let you cum before I have my fill. Now, relax and cum for me like a good girl.”

Jensen cups the back of your neck forces you to stare into his eyes while he moves his fingers inside of you. He gently draws circles around your clit with his thumb, while he uses a beckoning motion inside your pussy.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart,” he purrs, breath fanning over your face, making you feel dizzy. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck, I’m so close, please,” Jensen watches you struggle to keep the noises low. His eyes focused on you, his fingers brushing the sweet spot inside of you and his deep voice have you already on the edge. “Please.”

“Cum—” you still don’t look away. Not when you feel the band snap, nor when the elevator comes to hold, not even when you soak his fingers, and he slips them out to lick his digits clean. “Such a good girl for me. Now, tell me about that story and we are going to fulfill your fantasy tonight…”

>> Part 3

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Tightrope Masterlist

For @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo

Square filled

Quote E:

7. "Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?"

@winchesterandbeyondbingo square filled: hotel room

Pairing: Mobster! Sam x Mobster! Reader

Warnings Smut, Angst, Philophobia, Mob activities, Enemies to lovers, Drunken Marriage, Unplanned pregnancy, Kidnapping, Torture

Summary: One night in Vegas changes everything for Y/N.

During a drunken haze, she marries Sam.

Little did she know he's the second in command of her rival mafia.

One big rule in her family is that they don't believe in divorce.

Now she has to make a tough decision. Love or blood loyalty.

Inspired by Kelly Clarkson’s Tightrope

You're on the tightrope, I've got my reasons: How did we get so tangled?

You turn, I stay straight; I bend as you break We're so messed up, but I know.

That you and I will fall in time, eventually. Or maybe we'll both die trying.

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5:

Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10:

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