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sin-tax-errotic · 25 days ago

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₊˚⊹♡ letting you | sam winchester x reader

a/n - this might be the fastest i’ve ever written a fic??? it’s pure filth so that might be why but LMAO, i love love love the idea of soft dom sam sm he melts my brain, hopefully this is good!! getting back into writing after taking a break from being sick bc my brain wouldn’t work. special thanks to my friend who helped me brainstorm the delicious idea ilysm !! <3

cws - fem!reader, 1.6k, nsfw 18+, softdom!sam, sub!reader, cockwarming, masturbation, praise, kinda unedited

other fics can be found on my masterlist

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The only thing she could hear was Sam’s soft breathing, and the soft tap tap tap of his laptop keys behind her.

If she paid close enough attention, she could hear the way his shirt rustled when he moved his arms, the soft fluttering of book pages being turned, but her focus wasn’t really attainable, it was slipping through her fingers with each excruciating moment that she was sat there.

Sam shifted in his seat out of a pure intention to get comfortable, and his cock nudged deeper inside of her wet heat, dragged a soft gasp from her lips, which just earned her a soft “shh, honey” against the shell of her ear.

It had been her fault that she was in that position in the first place. She’d been a little too needy with Sam when he was trying to research, and on her third attempt at trying to initiate a — much needed, mind you — make out, he’d grabbed her hips and tugged her into his lap facing him. His voice had been a little stern as he told her to pull his cock out, and the tone of his voice alone had her cunt clenching around nothing as she quickly did as she’d been asked. She knew that voice, she’d had it in her ear most nights, whispered against her throat, against the plush of her thighs. It meant he was in control.

Sam had sat back from the library's table for enough time for her to pull his cock out and pull aside her panties, sank down onto him with a soft moan, but before she could move he grabbed her hips tightly, kept her still.

“Don’t move,” he’d dipped his head down and kissed her throat, pulse fluttering beneath his lips. “Stay there while I finish up and I’ll take care of you after, hm?”

If she was feeling a bit more bratty she would’ve whined or complained or just moved anyways, but his voice in her ear and his hands on her hips had her head spinning, so she just nodded and tucked her head against his throat as he leaned over her to continue what he was doing, completely focused, as if he wasn’t buried deep inside her pussy at that moment.

That had been twenty minutes ago.

It was becoming torturous.

Sam was unfairly skilled at keeping composed. He was also unfairly skilled at winding her up. Those two went hand in hand, it seemed, because each second that passed just worked her up more and more. All she could focus on was the warmth of his body pressed to hers, his cock nestled deep inside of her, the lack of stimulation. When she’d came out to the library with her attempt at bothering him, she’d craved a genuine release, not this.

Her hips shifted slightly and she squeezed her eyes shut, huffed out a soft “Sammy” against his throat when that slight movement was enough for her pussy to throb around him.

“Stay still.” He murmured without as much of a look in her direction. She glanced up at him and his eyes were locked forwards, pupils shifting left to right as he read whatever was displayed on his laptop screen. Tap tap tap, more pages turned, more reading, rinse, repeat. He was killing her.

Barely a minute had passed before she made another soft sound against the warm skin of his throat, lips brushing his neck, “Baby please-”

“My hands are busy, sweetheart,” his voice was so nonchalant it drove her up the wall. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she huffed against his throat again. “Can you just take a break?”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, I’m almost done, you’ll just have to wait,” he tsked, a hand briefly pet her hair, the touch so light it was like he was purposely depriving her of any stimulation. “If you’re that needy, you have two hands of your own, baby. Sort yourself out until I’m finished with this.”

She released a shuddered breath against his throat, squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. It wasn’t the answer she’d wanted.

“Hey,” one of his hands came up to the side of her neck and he pressed his thumb against her jaw, tilted her head back until he could meet her eyes. “I told you I’d sort you out once I finished, didn’t I?”

She nodded, bit the inside of her cheek.

“So isn’t it nice of me that I’m letting you get yourself off in the meantime?”

Letting you. Her cunt throbbed again.

“Yeah.” She whispered.

Sam leaned down and kissed her, just a soft little peck, and somehow it just riled her up more. “I’ll be done soon. Go ahead and sort yourself out for me, sweetheart.”

He let go of her jaw and moved his arms to the table again, continued tapping at his laptop, and her eyes scrunched closed again as she tipped forward and rested her forehead against his throat. But she was so needy that she didn’t think twice about following his instructions. One hand stayed tucked at his waist, fingers curled into the soft material of his flannel, and her other reached between them and tucked under the material of her shirt, fingering at the waistband of her panties until she slipped beneath those too, and she was so fucking wet that she was undoubtedly making a mess of his jeans from just sitting there.

Her fingers dipped down, pressed against her clit, and she shuddered as the stimulation made her clench around his cock deliciously. She pressed her fingers forwards again, started to shamelessly rub herself, exhaled soft little moans and sighs against his throat.

Before she could do anything else Sam’s voice was in her ear again, “Quiet, sweetheart. You’re meant to be letting me work, don’t make me tell you to stop.”

Her jaw clenched as she exhaled shakily, eyes squeezed shut, and she huffed a breath against his throat as she took a moment to compose herself. Now that she’d started touching herself, it’d just be a torture to stop, so she just nodded against his throat with the intent to keep herself quiet.

It took a moment for her to settle on a pace. She was a bit too needy with it, her hand squished between their bodies, knuckles pressed to his hard muscles each time she shifted her hand, but eventually she settled into a pace that had her eyes rolled back and squeezed shut, the fingers of her other hand curled tightly into the material of his flannel.

She circled her clit with the pads of her fingers again and again, but it was the feeling inside of her every time her cunt clenched around his cock that made it hard for her to keep quiet. She was half tempted to bite down on his collar to shut herself up, but Sam seemed to be letting her get away with the slight gasps and whimpers that she couldn’t stop herself letting up.

It took an embarrassingly short time for her to get close — her forehead was pressed to his throat, hot breaths puffed out against his skin, trying not to shift her hips as she rubbed at her clit with a need that thrummed within her veins. Her jaw clenched and she held her breath, eyes squeezed shut tighter as she worked herself closer.

“Breathe,” Sam’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly. She had a tendency to hold her breath when she came sometimes if she was especially worked up — she didn’t even know Sam was paying attention. She took a shuddery breath, and he murmured a soft, “that’s it.”

It only took a few more circles on her clit before she came and she grit her teeth, huffed out a sharp breath through her nose as the feeling washed over her. Her cunt pulsed in pleasure, waves that kept her rubbing at her clit until it felt too much, and when she finally stopped she was breathing sharply against his neck. Her hand was a bit cramped, fingers wet, heartbeat drumming, but the release felt so nice after she’d been so worked up.

“Good girl,” Sam crooned, and she could’ve cum again at the tone of his voice. “Good girl. Did that help?”

She nodded against his throat, relaxed into his front.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Are you gonna keep still until I’m finished now?”

She nodded again.

“Baby,” she felt his hand smooth up her back until his fingers delicately tangled in her hair, only enough to pull her head back to look at him. “I wanna hear you say it.”

She blinked a few times up at him. He was so devastatingly handsome, it wasn’t fair. “I’ll keep still,” she mumbled, face feeling far too hot. “Promise.”

“Oh, you promise?” She didn’t miss the teasing edge to his words, the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

She nodded again. “Yeah, Sammy.”

“Good girl,” he praised once more, and was nice enough to give her a proper kiss that time. It still wasn’t what she craved — she didn’t feel his tongue in her mouth, he didn’t kiss her until she went dizzy — but it was nicer and kinder than a little peck. “Ten minutes and I’m all yours.”

She settled back into his chest as he went back to work, comfy to just rest against him in her post-orgasm euphoria, happy to wait the ten minutes until he was finished. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked her on the library table that week.

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sin-tax-errotic · 1 month ago

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Human - Castiel x Winchester!reader

warnings - dean being mean, cute Cas, fluff, slight angst

Part 2

Cas leaves wordlessly his head down, his heart hurt. I stand in utter shock starring at Dean. "What?" He asks, I scoff and push him, "you just kicked away Cas!" I start to beat at his chest with every word, "after everything he has done! All the times he saved our lives!" He tries to push me away, but I start to kick him. It takes Sam to pull me away and come in between us to stop me.

"Y/n you got to calm down." I try to tackle him, but Sam beats me and catches me. "You bastard!" Sam puts me down and I leave the room in a huff grabbing me go bag. "Where are you going!?" Sam asks following me to the garage, Dean close behind him. "To help my friend, I'm not giving up on him because he lost his grace."

Dean now scoffs looking down at me, "oh, please you're only following him, because you're in love with the guy, admit it."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I answer trying to keep my voice steady. "Oh, come on, we see the eyes you give him. You love him and now that you have nothing to look at, you're throwing a fit."

I sigh and look at dean somberly, "you know Dean you are acting just like dad. What the hell happened?" The tension in his face loosens looking at me and shock and hurt. I turn toward my truck and drive off without a second glance.

I drive down the road and I see Cas walking down the gravel road. "Cas!" I shout parking the car a few feet away from him. "Y/n?" I signal for him to come here. after a few seconds he finally makes it to the car sitting down in the passenger. "What are you doing?" He asks noticing my go bag at his feet. "Cas, you don't know what you're doing. You don't know how to be human. I don't know what's up Deans ass but I'm helping you."

He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, "you would do that?" I nod and but the car in drive. We head down the road, and drive to a small town in Kansas. Wathena, a mostly Christian town with one shit diner. They have an inn ran by the oldest couple known alive. Cas and I stay there, everyone assumes that we are a young couple. We don't correct them, when they say we look cute together we say thank you and move on. It has been six months and we have built a nice small life together.

Cas works at the general's store, and I work at the local library. It's a good life. Cas has made a lot of progress with being a human. He now knows that he hates original Cheetos but loves the hot ones. We sit together on our little couch watching an old comedy from the eighties that I used to enjoy.

I don't know how it started but every time Cas and I sit on the couch or, anywhere really, we cuddle. Nothing to crazy, I sit in the crook of his arm, and he wraps it around me. When we're sleeping, I sleep on his chest. A task he says is enjoyable, he likes nice dreams but not the bad ones. Which I find understandable. So here we are sitting together laughing along to the movie forgetting the outside world. If you didn't know who we are, you would have never guessed he used to be an angel and me a hunter. Just an awkward couple with bad social skills.

I look up at Cas admiring the scruff that has grown since he shaved this morning. Admiring the way his eyes twinkled when he laughed, how the way his nose scrunched up. He looks down at with a small smile. "You're staring?"

"sorry" I look away fiddling with me fingers, he hooks his pointer finger under my chin bringing it up to him. "I didn't say stop." He leans in closer, and I move back slightly. He stops immediately and sighs closing his eyes tightly. "Y/n I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment. I'm sorry."

"No, Cas don't apologize. I just don't want to take advantage of you, or make you feel uncomfortable." He laughed opening his eyes, starring deeply into mine. He narrows and shakes his head slightly. "I don't think you can take advantage Y/n. Your heart is too big for that. I have admired you for some time now."

"You have?"

"Yes, even before all of this. I just, this has, made everything seem so much easier. Being with you. Having you, but I know this is just a moment and it will end." He whispers leaning in ever so slightly, "but if we seize the moment now, we can face the next one together." I finish leaning in as well. We meet in the middle our lips just hovering over each other's.

After half a second of thinking we move in kissing each other gently. Softly, sweetly, savoring every second we could take. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around my waist. He falls back on his back bringing me with him. I lay on his stomach as we smile into the kiss. He brings his hand up and massages my hair, while the other tightened around my waist. A knock at the door interrupts us.

We pull apart waiting to see if they will knock again. They do harder, I look toward Cas and signal for him to stay. I try to get off of him to my gun, but he doesn't let me. He shakes his head 'no,' and mouths a 'please.' They knock again and I can't let anything happen to Cas. I peck in between his eyes; he closes them momentarily in bliss loosening his grip. I get off of him and grab my gun I stalk up to the door holding the gun behind it. Just in case it's the couple or something.

I swing the door open, and Dean turn ready to leave. Turning back to me with wide eyes. "Dean!"

Part 2

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sin-tax-errotic · 1 month ago

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Sexy F*cking Nerd

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean discovers a little secret of (Y/n)'s during a case research session he can't help but let temptation get the best of him.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fingering, PinV, Oral (M receiving), slight angst if you squint, Dean having a glasses kink (not really a warning but not everyone wears them hahaha lucky bastards)

MDNI! 18+

Word Count: 5688

A/N: It's taken a little while but here is the second competition winner from a few weeks back, the prompt provided by the wonderful @foxyjwls007 - I hope you like it!

The motel room was stuffy to say the least - that usual aroma of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener lingering around us. There was a dripping sound coming from God knows where and the AC hummed in between the concerning clinking from deep within the vents. It was crap. So crap. But it was home for a few nights; just like all the motel rooms that came before. Dean stepped past me and over the threshold, immediately slinging his duffle and jacket onto his chosen bed. He stretched his arms above his head, the grey Henley clutching his muscular abdomen and rising enough to flaunt what lay beneath. I sighed, following him in and slumping onto the bed beside his - the musty stench from the sheets enveloping me.

“Well…” Dean started, pulling Sam's laptop out of his bag and placing it on the small table by the window.

“Well…?” My voice echoed as I focused on the ceiling fan that spun off centre.

“...This is… nice?” His statement was more of a question as he looked around with raised eyebrows. I propped myself up on my elbows, flashing him a look of speculation.

“Seriously?” A moment passed before he huffed a long-held breath and slapped his large palms on his thighs.

“No of course not, this place sucks more dick than a hooker on payday.”

“You got that right,” I flopped back down onto the bed, a small dust cloud erupting under my weight. I closed my eyes and listened as Dean pulled a chair out from under the table, slumping down into it. Then there was the familiar click of the laptop opening followed by the sound of stuttered not-quite-touch-typing, presumably he was starting work on the case that we’d come here to investigate. The tap tap tap of whatever was leaking began to drill into my brain, my patience already wearing thin with the rooms dire ambiance. I pulled myself up to sitting, criss-crossing my legs on the bed and brushing whatever that dust from the bedding was off my sweater sleeves.

“When's Sam back?” I asked, watching as Dean searched the keyboard in front of him for some long lost letter.

“Uuuh, I'm not sure. He said to work this case without him.”

“Ugghhh, I bet he's having way more fun than us right now, it's not fair,” I plopped my chin into my palm and stared past the older Winchester out the window, almost willing Sam to appear and walk in like any other day.

“It's just some dumb wedding, I doubt he's having that much fun.”

I scoffed before I could stop myself, Dean breaking eye contact with the screen to throw me a raised eyebrow.

“Look,” I collected myself, “you didn't know Sam in college. He won't admit it but he was popular. Really popular. Not the total nerd you think he is. He's absolutely having fun with these people.”

“Yeah right. So who's at this wedding anyway? Why was it so important that he just had to be there?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sam had already told him all the details. Typical Dean.

“It's for a couple of friends who he and Jess were close with back then. Pretty sure the bride was prom queen in highschool or something and the groom was a trust fund jock. Either way, not my crowd,” I sighed slightly, memories from my college days flooding my mind.

Deans eyebrows twitched into a small frown, his thoughts seeming to cloud his vision for a second before he reluctantly dismissed them. I looked down into my lap for a moment, reminiscing how I always kept my distance from Sam whilst at Stanford, but he had always been that boy that would make my heart flutter when he spoke up in class or when I'd see him on the quad with his friends. I remember seeing him with his nose in a book once at my usual desk in the library, my cheeks burning when he caught me staring. Who would've thought several years down the line I'd be sat in a bottom-rung motel room with his obscenely good looking older brother researching monster lore. At least we would be researching monster lore, if it wasn't for the small growl my empty stomach had gurgled out. I couldn't stop the small pulse of embarrassment burning into my cheeks as Dean eyed me with a grin.

“Wanna get some lunch?” He asked, standing up like he already knew my answer.

“Fuck yes. I'm feeling burgers,” I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up, watching as Dean shrugged on his leather jacket and headed to the door, holding it open for me.

“Now you're speaking my language.”

The diner was almost as sad and withered as the motel room, however the food was nothing short of spectacular. I watched in awe as Dean polished off his second burger, a small glob of sauce sticking to his stubble and threatening to drip off his chin. He must've felt me watching in wonder - or perhaps disgust - as when he looked up from his plate he shot me a questioning glance.

“What?” His tone was a little defensive through the mouthful of fries he'd just shovelled in. I took a second before asking, half-genuine:

“Where do you put all of that?”

“Put what?”

“The food - where does it go? Do you have hollow legs? Two stomachs? Does it just evaporate as soon as you swallow it?”

He grinned, wiping the sauce from his face with a napkin.

“Goes straight to the abs baby. It's muscle fuel,” he leant back in his chair, stretching a little before patting his stomach to punctuate his statement. I simply rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right, you're not that muscly Dean.”

“How would you know? You've never seen me with my shirt off.”

“I know, and I plan to keep it that way.”

He feigned a pout before returning to his fries. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, my mind absently going back to all the lore we should be trying to gather. I gripped my milkshake that had so generously been served in a thin paper cup, attempting to suck the practically solid beverage up the equally thin paper straw. Finding the nearest library would be the next task on our to-do list, despite the protesting I know I'll get from Dean.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” My train of thought was derailed at the sound of my name. The slurping of over-thickened milkshake from myself ceased.

“What's up?”

“What were you like in college?”

I eyed him with caution, wondering what part of his brain was in control right now.

“What do you wanna know?”

Catching the wariness to divulge him to such information, he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I'm not asking to be weird, I just-” he paused, choosing his next words tactfully, “the way you described Sam as being a totally different person - some hot-shot with the perfect grades, popular friends and a girlfriend like Jess - it just got me thinking. How would Sam have described you?”

I almost spat my dairy-goop back into the straw, my brain freezing.

“Dean,” I started before planning what I was going to say, placing my cup on the table. “Sam wouldn't be able to describe me.”

My words brought a small smirk to his lips.

“You were that hot, huh?”

“What the fuck- no- I wasn't- he didn't- Sam never- ” I stopped myself before I had an aneurysm and took a deep breath.

“I was in a totally different crowd to Sam. He was always surrounded by people and, well, I barely even had a crowd.”

“Lone wolf?”

“Bingo. But definitely not the cool, collected, stoic type. Think more, invisible to the public eye, always carrying books, and borderline selective mute because of how shy I was.”

“Oh… what changed?,” Deans tone changed entirely, genuine intrigue seeming to take the wheel. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering my method to forcing myself out of my bubble.

“The only job I could get was in a bar. No one else wanted the hours and I desperately needed cash. I didn't really have a choice after that,” I paused, remembering how terrified I was on my first day and grinned slightly, grateful for the extra confidence I had now because I took that leap.

“Hey, what sort of crowd do you think I would've been in?”

I snorted, looking up into his expectant eyes - almost captivated by the glistening greens.

“What am I? A BuzzFeed quiz? I have no idea Dean, you're too much of a wildcard to predict. You probably would've fit in with anyone and everyone.”

“Even you?”

For reasons unbeknownst to even myself, my breath caught in my throat. The sudden soft sincerity of his voice contradicting his usual temperament, my heart starting to flutter in my chest. If the college version of myself had met Dean back then I just know I would have been enthralled at first glance.

“I don't think you would've noticed me. You would've been surrounded by every tall, thin blonde and brunette with perfect tits. Trust me, you would've been distracted,” I smiled an almost sad smile at the thought of him simply being on university grounds and having the time of his life - knowing it was something that he was never going to get the chance to experience in this upside down life of his. Of ours. He tapped his fingers on the table for a second, likely lost in some ludicrous thought I don't think I'd want to be privy to. I attempted another slurp of my milkshake when the paper straw gave out and flopped in half, the need to leave conversation and the diner suddenly looming over me.

“Come on, let's get to the library before it closes,” I stood and pulled my oversized sweater down so it covered my ass before reaching for my backpack. Just as my fingers touched the worn fabric of the strap it was torn away, my head snapping up to Dean who flung it over one shoulder with his signature grin on his face.

“Lead the way nerd.”

I couldn't help but beam at his playfulness. I hated the fact that he made it so easy to adore him. Hated that he completely overlooked how I was his total opposite in almost every way. How when we were talking, his eyes never left mine - how he was genuinely interested in what I was like in the past. And how, when I had his attention, he didn't even notice that the hot waitress had written her number on a napkin and left it next to him.

The trip to the library was about as eventful as it sounded. After checking out multiple books on cursed items, local lore and popular antiques from the seventies, we loaded ourselves back into the impala, made an all-important beer run before heading back to the motel.

The small table by the window was now totally smothered by a blanket of books, maps and empty beer bottles. Deans chin rested in his palms as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him, and I must've read the last sentence of the paragraph laid before me a dozen times without it even sinking in. The obnoxious dripping and humming of ancient appliances was starting to make me feel restless.

“It has to be the boots,” Dean groaned, draining the last of his beer.

“Either the boots or the disco ball. But my money is on boots as well,” I sighed, pushing the book away from me and standing slowly, gathering the quickly accumulating litter now scattered around us.

“I'm gonna make some coffee, my brain is fried over how fucking ridiculous this case is,” I ditched the trash in the bin before filling the coffee machine, listening to it whir to life whilst I headed to my bed. I could feel Deans gaze on my back as I rummaged around my bag in search of a specific item.

“What are you looking fo-” he'd started to ask the question but his voice died in his throat when I turned around. I quickly pushed my newly adorned glasses up the bridge of my nose, already feeling the oversized frame start to slip down as I tried not to make a big deal over them.

“What?” My tone was a fraction off aggressive when I realised he was staring. He seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly rubbing the back of his neck and turning back to the laptop screen. He cleared his throat

“I uh, I didn't know you wore glasses,” I could tell from the slight tremble in his voice that his mind was reeling.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No! I mean, no, absolutely not. They look good. The glasses, I mean. The glasses look good. Not on their own, obviously. On your face. They look good on your face. You have a great fa-”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter, filling it to the brim with caffeinated goodness. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my lips at Deans fumbling, almost finding the whole ordeal a little charming. I sat back down at the table and pulled the books back towards me, also grabbing my pen and tattered notebook.

“The guests at the club mentioned hearing footsteps - so it has to be the boots, right? A disco ball wouldn't make that sound…” my voice trailed off when I realised that, even though Dean was looking at me, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.

“Earth to Dean?”

He flinched slightly at his name, but felt no shame delving in with a completely off-topic question.

“So how long have you worn glasses?”

“I’ve always worn them,” I slid back into my chair at the table opposite him, not sure whether to laugh at the shocked expression on his face or whether to be concerned about his observation skills.

“What?! No way, I would’ve noticed,” He opened another beer and took a sip before tracing the opening to the bottle over his bottom lip.

“ I only wear them for concentration work, and I have emergency contact lenses if I know I’m going to be around a lot of people as I don’t particularly like how they look.”

Dean made a small disagreeable expression before averting his gaze from mine back to the laptop, taking another swig of his beer. I placed my coffee mug down and settled back into the book I was reading before, and after a few moments I could feel my skin begin to prickle - as though I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up, my breath immediately catching in my throat. Deans eyes found mine, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest. I didn’t want to look away, but under his gaze I felt like I’d been stripped bare, unable to hide my insecurities from an eye that seemed to scorch through to my very core.

“Dean-”

“(Y/n), you should really have more confidence in yourself; I think the glasses look cute as fuck. You should wear them more,” a fierce blush erupted across my face when he spoke, his assured tone leaving no room for disagreement. I tried desperately not to let on that his words held any sort of impact over my decisions so I looked down, away from his scrutiny and simply said:

“Maybe I will.”

He hummed in approval, finally looking elsewhere and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure of his stare was averted.

The evening dragged on and an hour and a half had passed since his loaded comment. I was on the third book we’d checked out of the library, now trying desperately to find the curse that would cause a pair of 1970s glam rock boots to dance for eternity and haunt anyone who tried to wear them. This case was absurd, and I could feel myself growing restless with the small amount of progress we’d made. I huffed out a sigh and leant back in my chair, the faux leather and rusted metal creaking under my weight. Pulling the hair bobble from around my wrist I scooped my hair into a bundle on the top of my head, securing it in place; the sensation of air on my neck seemed to clear some of the fog from my brain. The messy bun was comfortably enough that I could forget it was there, and I allowed myself a stretch before leaning back over the table, grasping my pen. As I began to read the next segment, I absently traced the end of the pen over my bottom lip, running it back and forth a few times before gently nibbling on the end. I heard the shuffling of Dean moving in his seat and a ragged clearing of his throat before the sound of vigorous laptop keys clicking ensued. Without looking up at him I continued reading, the pen still tapping my bottom lip, and when I neared the bottom of the paragraph, I slowly licked the pad of my index finger. My eyes never leaving the words, I turned the page swiftly with my dampened digit, the transition from one page to the next perfectly seamless. Another shuffle from the man opposite followed by a quiet groan filled the silence between us. Pen still between my teeth, I lifted only my eyes to glance at him and noted the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the furrow in his brow. Concluding that he’d had one too many beers I decided to ignore his persistent fidgeting, returning to my previous task on monotonous reading. Several sentences in and I’d almost forgotten Deans restlessness - that was until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, deep in thought, that I earned myself a throaty groan and an exasperated sigh. I looked up just in time to watch him wipe a large hand down his face, momentarily masking his pained expression.

“Can you not do that? I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Upon asking my question I absently took the pen between my teeth again, quickly glancing down at the book to place a mental bookmark.

“That.”

“What?”

“That. That thing you do with our mouth, and the pen, and your tongue and your finger. Can you please stop before it kills me.”

The heat beneath my skin was immediate at his admission, knowing my small, absent-minded actions were playing on his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. I instinctively crossed my legs, a fluttering in my lower belly instantly dragging my mind back to the deprived things I’d imagined Dean doing to me in the depths of night. The places I’d imagined his hands travelling, the areas his lips would touch and the sensations his tongue could create. These were deeply, deeply personal fantasies, and right now as Dean looked at me with a restrained hunger, I felt like I was wearing these fantasies for the world to see. For Dean to see.

“It doesn’t help that you’ve been sat over there like a sexy fucking librarian all evening, but every time you do that anything with that mouth - shit, sweetheart you’re driving me insane.” His voice was gravelly as he looked at me with desperate eyes across the table. The overly rational part of my brain had shut down completely, and now the part of my mind that had spent hours conjuring vivid scenes of Dean Winchester ravishing me in my entirety had taken the charge. I stood slowly, taking a moment to reason with myself - unsuccessfully of course - before sinking to my knees in front of my chair. I could see Deans strong thighs were spread wide beneath the table so I crawled forwards, across the cold tiles and placed myself between his legs. Resting my palms softly on his thighs I made him flinch at the unexpected contact. He immediately scooted his chair back, allowing a gap for me to poke my head through - his hand instantly acting as a barrier between the edge of the table and my skull. I got comfortable and allowed myself a moment to gaze up at him, to take in the strained furrow in his brow and the parting of his lips. I observed the way his chest rose and fell in apprehensive breaths, and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh - like he was so desperate yet so scared to touch me.

“(Y/n)-”

“Dean,” I spoke softly, slowly running my hands up his thighs - delicate palms against rough denim, “you’re a smart boy - you know I wouldn’t do something I didn’t want to do. So please, don’t say I don’t have to do this.”

Dean released a shaky breath the moment my fingers unclasped his jeans. I tugged them down slightly with his help, just enough so I could dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his half-hard length. The moment my skin touched his, his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed with a breathy moan on his lips.

“Fuck…”

I gently pulled him from his confines, coming face to face with the cock I’d literally dreamt of again and again. I took the scene in, committing to memory the sharp outline of his jaw and the way his long lashes rested on his lightly-freckled cheeks. The way that, every time he breathed in, I could see his defined muscle tone through the thin fabric of his shirt; and with every small caress that my fingers made against his length, it made his fingers twitch and teeth clench. I licked my lips before leaning in and took his tip into my mouth, not giving him a chance to finish sucking in air through his teeth before I plunged his entire length down my throat.

“Oh FUCK.”

His hands flew to my hair, fingers gripping tight as they loosened strands from the messy bun, causing them to fall around my face. He’d lifted his head to look down at me, pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nothing more than enthralled. Infatuated. Entranced. I moved my head up and down, up and down, again and again to a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue to the underside of his now rock-hard cock to trace every vein and nerve-ending.

“Shit, (Y/n), I didn’t know you could suck cock, like, at all… how’re you s’fuckin’ good…” his voice was breathless as he continued to grip my hair, his head flopping to the side as pleasure started to overcome his senses. I released him with a small ‘pop’, wrapping my fingers around him and smearing the warm mixture of saliva and precum from tip to base.

“Despite everything I told you earlier, Dean, I’m not a virgin - and this certainly isn’t my first rodeo,” my voice came out more sultry than I’d expected and I could feel Dean tremble beneath my palms.

“Fuck, I wish I’d known that sooner,” I chewed on my bottom lip, quickly becoming addicted to the way he writhed at my touch. The way he moaned and gripped my hair tighter when I sucked him back into my mouth was like pure ecstasy, my insides heating up and throbbing with an ache of familiar arousal. Like a thirst that could only be satisfied by him. By tasting him, feeling him on my tongue and drinking in every sound that passed his plush parted lips. The sensation of my glasses slipping down my nose as I sped up my ministrations had me reaching to push them back up, but not before Dean beat me to it. With the rough pad of his thumb he pushed on the plastic bridge, his palm and fingers pressed to my flushed cheek in the most tender, almost heart wrenching caress. I thought my heart might stop when he tilted my face up to his; lustful eyes burning into mine with a vehemence I’d never encountered. I stopped in my tracks, all actions ceased as the spell he’d somehow put me under wouldn’t let me look away.

“If you keep going like that darlin’ this whole thing is gonna be over before you know it,” his voice was raspy, a rawness to it from the harsh breaths and ragged moans that had been pulled from his throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my spit-slick lips and grasped it loosely, giving himself a few lazy pumps whilst his other hand never left my face. He stared down at me, taking a few moments as though he was committing the sight of me, knelt between his knees with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. Once it seemed that memory was locked away in the depths of his mind, he grasped me by the arm and pulled me effortlessly into his lap, his fingers almost bruising against my skin. Immediately I felt him, in his entirety, press against me with the heat and wetness seeping through my jeans and past my panties. This time when our eyes met, there was a mutual desperation; a need to consume each other and to feel every inch of his heated skin against mine. He pulled me frantically down to him and crashed his lips against mine.

Some people describe their first kiss with someone like butterflies in their stomach, or fireworks exploding all around them. That wasn’t at all what this was like. Kissing Dean Winchester was different - it was wild and untamed - and describing this experience in such a mundane way would be like adding water to a top-shelf whiskey. Kissing Dean Winchester was like driving the impala at one thirty with the roar of the engine drowning out the rest of the world. It was like trying to ride a wild mustang without a saddle, or daring to stand on the highest peak on Earth with nothing to tie you down. It was exhilarating in the most dangerous way imaginable - and I was now officially a thrill seeker.

The warm taste of the beer on his tongue and the masculine scent of old leather and cologne was pulling me under. Breathing no longer mattered as long as his mouth was on mine and his fingers were in my hair, now tugging the bobble out and throwing it to the floor. As my hair tumbled free he grabbed under my thighs and stood effortlessly, moving me from his lap to the edge of the table without his lips leaving mine. I winced slightly as the corners and several books and the laptop jabbed into my rear and I fumbled to move everything aside, failing when I refused to unlock our lips. Deans patience was non-existent and with one sweep of his strong arm everything tumbled to the floor - including the laptop. I threw the remaining books from underneath me down to join them, no longer caring for their wellbeing. Before I could pull Dean back in - to allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me - he hastily pulled off my boots and tugged down my jeans, throwing every item to the growing pile of chaos beside us. I discarded my sweater and top, but before I let his fingers touch my bra I wanted nothing more than to return the favour.

“I guess you can forget about that whole ‘never seeing me shirtless’ thing, huh?” he smirked through the sexual fog, not waiting for a reply as his lips hungrily found mine again, his own top falling to the floor.

“Shut up Winchester. Now are you gonna fuck me or wh- OH FUCK-”

Two thick fingers crept under my panties and plunged into me with zero hesitation, curling up and stroking the sensual cushion deep within my core with skillful precision.

“Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you?” Even with my face now buried in the crook of his neck, I could hear the smirk in his voice, the tormenting tone going straight to my brain.

“Y-yes- fuck- please,” my knees twitched either side of him, squeezing at his hips with every push of his fingers. I gripped his shoulders tight, nails indenting his skin as I leant back to look at him better. Seeing the beads of sweat on his chest and brow alongside the raw, carnal desire in his eyes could have undone me there and then. He frowned in disapproval when I moved to remove my glasses, the fingers that were just inside me now wrapped forcefully around my wrist.

“What d’ya think you’re doing?” straight away I knew his growling question left no room for negotiation.

“I was just-”

“The glasses stay on.”

“To the end?”

“‘Til I say you can take them off.”

I did as I was told, moving my hand to grip the soft strands on the back of his neck, softly dragging my nails over his scalp and drawing a shiver from his spine and a groan from his lungs. He pulled me against him, crushing his lips against mine one more time. He swiftly pulled away and I leant back on my hands, both of us taking a moment to drink each other in - to bask in lascivious glory. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at him through my lashes, the lenses of my glasses starting to fog around the edges. Another deep moan rumbled from his chest as his heated gaze stayed locked to mine.

“I can’t wait any longer now that you’ve looked at me like that. Fuck.”

With a large hand gripping the soft flesh of my thigh he pulled my underwear to one side and lined himself up, slowly sinking in. Blissful moans harmonised between us, the rawness of him stretching me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and my quivering thighs wrapped around him, pushing him to the hilt. He secured his large hands on the soft flesh of my hips and held me in place as he slowly withdrew. I could feel him; feel every ridge and vein drag out and then in, out and in, over my most sensitive, intimate, area. The slick sounds of our intimacy began to echo around the room as he picked up speed, strong thighs working at a feverish pace. With every thrust he pushed against that one spot that made my legs jerk and eyes water, my arms almost giving out underneath me as the table rattled beneath my weight. With the ferocity of his pounding and the heightened sensitivity he’d curated between my legs only moments before, we both knew that neither of us would last long. The sounds of his ragged breaths and throaty moans alone had me clenching around him already, and I know my constricting muscles already had his hips stuttering as I sucked him in with every thrust.

“Fuck (Y/n)- You’re so fuckin’ tight-”

I chewed on my bottom lip as his desperate eyes met mine.

“Oh yeah? Well I feel like you’re cock is in my fucking ribcage- oh fuck-”

He slipped one hand between us, his large palm resting on my lower belly as his thumb drew fast circles around my clit. The immediate contact on my bundle of nerves had my whole body quivering, the knot of an impending climax already starting to twist tighter and tighter in the depths of my core. The way that Dean fucked me into the motel room table was something that I would be able to feel deep in my soul for the rest of my life - my body and entire nervous system having never been worked in such a feral way before. Dean dropped forward and crushed my body into his - one large strong arm wrapped around my trembling body and kept me pressed against him as his head dropped to the crook of my neck. Soft lips pressed hot kisses against my shoulder, teeth gently nibbling the soft flesh as the coil wound and wound, the wave of orgasmic bliss rising higher and higher as my mind emptied, leaving behind only one thought.

Dean.

He was all consuming - all I could see, taste and smell. All I could feel. Oh God could I feel him; driving me to the brink of pure bliss as he frantically sped up - desperate to seek his own undoing as well as my own. One… two… three more fervid thrusts and the peak he’d helped me ascend to shattered around me as I practically screamed his name, the white-hot euphoria scorching my insides as I clamped like a vice around him.

“Oh shit- (Y/n) I can’t- fuck-”

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to mine as he came undone, spilling inside me as he worked through his own white-hot euphoria.

The kiss we shared evolved from hot and needy to soft and wanting - the sensation of hot cum running down the inside of my thigh and cooling against my skin being the only thing to pull me away. Dean continued to lean over me for a moment, looking down at me with an expression that told me he had so much he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his release now starting to pool on the floor beneath us, then to the books and laptop that had been thrown across the floor before turning back to face me with the most devilish grin on his face.

“You know that this mess is all your fault, right?”

I scoffed.

“My fault? How is it my fault?”

“Because, sweetheart…” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pushed lightly on the plastic bridge sitting on my nose.

“You put on on those fucking glasses.”

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Mistakes (Jack Kline)

The mistakes that brought you closer to him.

The first mistake you made was to accept working with the Winchester brothers. You should have never broken your habit of working alone. The second mistake you made was turning your back on that witch bitch. She sent your way a curse that was powerful enough to knock you off your feet. The third mistake you made was opening your eyes after you fainted. You should have known better than to believe the spell was purely physical. So when you stared up into the blue eyes of the Nephilim, you know you’re fucked, and you don’t care.

“God, you are beautiful.” You emphasize each word, your gaze remains locked, not caring about the rest of the world. Jack looks positively puzzled by your statement, but it is not him who speaks.

“You must’ve hit your head harder than we thought.” Dean’s voice comes from your right, and it’s only then that you realize you’re no longer in the witch’s hut where the battle went down. Instead, you’re back at the Winchesters’ motel room.

“What?” You wonder out loud, your eyes shifting to Dean for a second, before looking at Jack again. “It’s not my head hurting, but my heart.” Your following words are dramatic, “Jack, I’m sorry I didn’t notice before. You are the most beautiful Nephilim I have ever seen.” If heart eyes were a thing of reality, you’re pretty sure you would have them now.

“Thank you?” Says Jack, and although he put space between you to move further back, your grin doesn’t falter.

Sam murmurs your name softly, “are you sure you’re ok?” He inspects back and forth between you and Jack. Maybe it’s the way you’re staring at the Nephilim, or maybe the fact that a witch did throw a spell at you, realization quickly dawns on his face. “A love spell?” He chuckles, “I was worried about that bright red light she cast on you, but it’s just a love spell.”

For the first time since you woke up, you pay attention to Sam. “Love spell? What are you talking about?”

It’s the eldest brother who answers this time. “Right, the witch put a love curse on you and that’s why you’re looking at Jack as if you wanna take a bite out of him.” The smirk on his face is all too know-it-all as if he had solved the mystery by himself.

“Curse?” your voice is low, threatening, all directed at Dean. “You think my love for Jack is a curse?” You stand from the bed, being mindful of pushing Jack back gently. Fortunately for Dean, your gun is far away from your reach. “I might have met Jack just a handful of times, but my feelings for him have grown stronger by the second.” Your next words are for Jack, “There’s a part of me that has known you my whole life, Jack. Can’t you feel it too?” Your smile is all too bright as you place a hand on the Nephilim’s chest, right above his heart.

As it turned out, your confession only further convinced the siblings that you had been hit with a love spell. They decided that the only answer was to kill the witch -who got away earlier- for the curse to lift. Of course, with your hazed thoughts, you were no use. So, to prevent you from doing anything reckless to stop them, they all agreed to leave you in the motel with Jack.

Leaving you alone with Jack was both a good and a bad idea. It prevented you from screwing up in the field, but it also gave you what -who- you desired most: Jack. “Don’t worry,” you tell him as you sit across from him on the small table. He has been tense ever since the brothers left. “Even if they kill the witch, my love for you will remain the same.” Jack smiles awkwardly across from you. “You don’t believe me?” You challenge.

“I- you don’t really know me.” He whispers softly, but still, there’s a blush on his cheeks that spurs you on.

“And I told you that doesn’t matter.” You grin at him. “I’ll prove it to you!” You stand up from your chair and walk his way with determination.

Instantly, he jumps from his chair. “Wow, what are you doing?”

You continue walking his way until his back collides with the wall. “I’m proving to you that our feelings are real.” You place your hands on his chest once again, the crazy beating of his heart brings a smile to your face. “If you didn’t feel at least something, I’m sure you would control yourself better.” Despite his lack of encouragement, Jack doesn’t push you away. “I mean, you’re Nephilim, you could overpower me easily.”

Jack seems to be considering his options, and for a moment, you believe that he might actually push you away. Instead, he grabs your hands to hold them in his. “I think you’re very attractive, and I would love to get to know you… but maybe we should wait until the witch is dead, don’t you think?”

Rationally, you should accept what Jack is suggesting. You should step away and give the boy some space. It’s safe to say that you’re not very rational right now. With an angelic grin adorning your face, you pull Jack by the hands and closer to you, your faces only inches away. He is too stunned to do anything when you close the distance between the two of you.

Your lips touch his experimentally, first. The contact is almost delicate, timid, and innocent. Nothing too passionate, unlike the words you uttered before. Perhaps you’re afraid he’ll run away. Once you’re sure that he won’t, your body relaxes. Your hands let go of his and travel all the way to the nape of his neck. The Nephilim’s hands fall by the sides of his body. He doesn’t know what to do with them. It is then that you start to move your mouth on his. Jack’s follows your rhythm insecurely, almost as if it were his first kiss. He sighs and doesn’t step away, your chests pressed together, molding perfectly. You melt into the feeling of him, but you don’t dare to push further. You want to eat him whole and more, just like Dean said. But Jack is too sweet for that, so you control yourself. What you have right now is too good to be true. It is definitely worth pretending you are hexed by a witch. The last mistake you made, was falling in love with Jack Kline for real.

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The types my favourite Supernatural characters would fall for:

Includes Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Jack Kline, Crowley, and Rowena Macleod

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Sam Winchester:

Surprisingly, I don’t think Sam would go for a nerd, or a bamf. No, I think he loves the gentle people most. Those who - regardless of whether or not they know about monsters - see the good in everything. Those who share a positive mindset and manage to smile through every situation. Sam has been through hell and back, and he needs that place of solitude more than he cares to admit. Someone he can run to who he knows will make him feel better. Comforting arms, gentle words, reassuring kisses: he craves those things more than anything. And he will damn well do anything he can to keep you safe from all those things he fights against. God forbid you are the one to be faced with those evils. His face always seems to light up upon seeing you. He has this habit of walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. But when he is exhausted, or something goes wrong, he will saunter, place an arm around your waist and pull you in for a side hug, his face buried in your hair, simply grateful to be back home. With you. He needs those things and we all know it.

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Dean Winchester:

Now, Dean is the exact person to fall head over heels for nerds. People who can kick ass? Sure. But someone who knows a lot of things about a lot of different subjects? Very attractive. We all know Dean is somewhat of a nerd himself - we’ve seen it on multiple occasions - but he buries it deep down. But once you start rambling about a book series you love, or a game you’re really into, 90% chance he’ll give it a go behind your back. When you find out, he always plays the “so I can talk along” card, but let’s be honest: he’s genuinely curious. It sounds so stupid and nerdy, he wants to know what it is all about. Opposite of him, you love books. Unfortunately, he used to take advantage of this. He’d let you do all the reading while he sits in the chair beside you. Doing nothing. But he’s learned to love research with you. Somehow, it is very calming to him. He tends to let go of his emotions easier when it’s the two of you nose deep in books. And that’s something so delicate to you, because you know how Dean can be during these times. It is a sign he trusts you a lot.

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Charlie Bradbury:

Golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retr-. She has a lot of nerdy hobbies, if you will. But if you are willing to participate in them, she’ll do a double take. In her eyes, you had always been attractive, but she is awkward, so she pushed those feelings down. But now you are actually interested in playing a game of DnD with her? Maybe she is over analysing things, and you are just being polite. But one event turns into two, which turns into three, which turns into four. And when she announced your fifth shared event with Dean, he’s had enough. He is the one to actually encourage Charlie to ask you out. In his words “grow a pair and get it over with”. Very inspiring. So, that day, she starts stumbling over her words. Anxiety overload. And that’s when you interrupt her and ask her out for dinner. A dinner as in a dinner date. And after that, everything just happens on its own. You don’t care what Charlie comes up with, as long as she doesn’t have to do it alone. And for her to have someone to share her interests with, is all she could really ask for. It makes her so happy, it becomes difficult to contain. All in a good manner, of course.

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Castiel:

You guys know Folklore/Evermore (you should)? Cas would definitely be attracted to someone with those vibes. Someone calm and gentle, very laid back, bookwise, and imaginative. Perhaps an author, or a musical s/o. Someone who outs expressions and emotions through art. The look of focus and dedication on your face is simply so entrancing. Oftentimes, he’ll simply sit beside you and stare at you while you work. At first, it was very distracting and made you grow all flustered, but you got used to the feeling. Now, instead of intruding, it is soothing. He’d met you through Sam and Dean, who you knew in your youth. They kept in touch. And then one day he shows up in the middle of your bedroom, claiming he would bring you somewhere safe. And just like that, you had found yourself in the bunker. The boys had been hunting a pack of werewolves with a grudge against the Winchesters. And they had found out about you. As the pair was out, you and Cas got to know each other fairly well, and things just took off from there. He claims your works are some of the best his father ever created, and that he can spend hours looking at them, or listening to them. And he will. He actually keeps an entire journal with ideas he finds throughout his life and offers it to you, hoping to help you somehow. It’s endearing.

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Gabriel:

Gabriel has seen some stuff, okay. He has heard and seen stories happen throughout many lifetimes. And he’s always been a sucker for a good story. If you are an author or bookworm, he’d grow enthusiastic at the thought. Sure, he loves looks, but he has a soft spot in his heart to those who love stories as much as he does. That entire Casanova attitude drops when he’s around you. He’s gentle, careful, almost as if you are the most precious cargo in the world. You have to share your works with him, would you have them. He wants to know everything he can, and everything you are willing to share with him. Read any good books? Tell him all about it. In detail. Rant about it, he doesn’t care. Late nights are spent on either the couch or on the bed. His head is in your lap as you drown yourself in a good book, reading aloud to him as he hums occasionally, letting you know he is still reading. And in exchange, he’ll tell you the things he has seen (though, only the good things). His entire personality seems to change around you, and is something he is so grateful for.

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Lucifer:

Lucifer isn’t usually the type to fall in love quickly. But it’s all about playful banter with him. You dare argue back to him? You’re lucky you’re cute. Your initial meeting was after the whole Amara debacle, and - suffice to say - you were pissed when you saw him. You full-out shouted in his face, pointing accusing fingers and yelling words you probably shouldn’t. And he just smiled. He’d probably say something along the lines of “you’re adorable when you yell”. Now, that pisses you off even more. It takes some before you finally have a good conversation with him. And that’s when you realise, he might not even be that bad of a guy. If anything, you are the one who argues back and forth with him because you know he loves it. It’s that playful and loving mocking, you know? He lives for it and you know it. That satisfied smirk? Those joyful eyes? That’s all admiration, darling. He is taken with you from your first shouting match at him. “Asshole” “Minx” “Mister ‘I like to make others feel bad because it makes me feel good’” “Who am I? ‘I like to pile up all my emotions and stuff them down somewhere until I explode’” “You insufferable prick” “Your insufferable prick ;)”

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Jack Kline:

Jack loves a person who lives more in the present. He worries a lot. Like, an unnecessary amount. There’s a lot of things swirling in his mind constantly. He needs a significant other who will take him on walks in nature. Someone to take him shopping just for the fun of it. Spontaneous dinner dates, taking the car to a random destination, changing the rooms just because they can. Someone who is spontaneous enough to drag him with them constantly. He needs the distractions, whether he likes to admit it or not. But he goes with you willingly. Regardless of what you say or offer; his answer always seems to be ‘yes’. He has fallen for you the moment he set eyes on you. He didn’t even know what that feeling was at first. It led to a very uncomfortable conversation with Dean. He said things he probably shouldn’t have said to Jack. He feels inexplicably happy around you, as if all worries and care simply disintegrate in your presence. It’s so relaxing to him, he doesn’t find himself wanting to part with you anytime soon. He is smitten with you and everyone can see it.

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Crowley:

Crowley appreciates honesty more than he lets on. Does he lie? Yes. Does he do it on a daily basis? Yes. Would he lie to you? Only if he had to to protect you from something. But he needs a break from that constant nagging from demons, or the calling of the Winchesters. He needs a place to rant and sigh. Someone who he could explain all his irritations towards. But he wants that person to actually form a conversation with that person. Not just be heard, but also receive caring words. Honest words for when he needs it most. But, besides those moments, he needs someone with somewhat of an intimidating atmosphere around them. This already comes naturally when seeing Crowley, but you need that neutral face, set in stone, safe for when it’s just the two of you. Someone who can help him with difficult decisions or orders. But also someone compassionate enough to slow him down at times. Ironically, the Winchesters really like you. Crowley hates it.

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Rowena Macleod:

Rowena is a lady and she loves to be reminded of it: take her out on dates, buy her flowers, engulf her in affection and offer her compliments on the daily. She returns the gestures twice as much. I mean, she puts spells on you just to make sure you are okay. That spell she uses for herself so she cannot die easily? She will 10/10 do that on you too. Once she finds someone to settle for, someone she truly loves, she’ll do anything for that person. Your opinion and well-being comes first, always. It’s almost as poetic as swans; she can and will dedicate her life to you. The Winchesters didn’t even know about you until Lucifer got out to look for his son. Rowena hid at your place after she was burned. You were her one safe place and she did not hesitate to run to you. She is the person to put her life on the line if it meant getting you to safety. Hell, even Crowley was in it for as long as he could. And he did a great job, because - when he was still alive - the Winchesters never found out about you. Rowena is the type to be all domestic with someone: A home, a cat, cooking in kitchens - though she does love fancy restaurants. At first you wouldn’t really believe it, but she would love to get settled down somewhere. As long as it means she gets to keep her craft there as well.

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hallelujah [jack kline]

prompts: “please, don’t stop”, “I love it when you kiss my neck”, “you want to have sex with me?”

summary: first time with jack

characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel

warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth

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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.

I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I’d be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it’s side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.

The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.

Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.

“Y/n…I need to-” He paused for a moment, “-ask you something?” he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.

I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.

“N-No, nothing’s wrong, I just-” He swallows hard, his eyes can’t seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.

“Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I’m the last person to ever hurt you.” I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.

“I was, uh…speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about…pornography?” I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.

“What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-”

“He said that, everything that went in in those…videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.” My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.

“Did he tell you what it was they were doing?” I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.

“I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.” I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn’t mean- “I would like to try it with you.” He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.

“You want to have sex with me?” I couldn’t hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. “Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?” I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.

“I’m sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.” The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people’s hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.

“I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-” I couldn’t find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.

“I-I would like to try now? If that’s okay, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to.” His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?

“Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I’d give my life for you, if the situation desired it.” I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.

“I could never ask you for that, I’d never let you do that.” He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.

“I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.” I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.

“I love you.” That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.

His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.

I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.

I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.

“Are we going to?- Y'know-” I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.

“Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.” I felt his reaction before I heard it.

“Oh-I’m sure, if this is any part of it, I can’t wait.” What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.

I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.

I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn’t want to push him right of the bat.

His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.

“I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-” He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.

“Oh- can you do that again?” His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.

I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn’t stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.

“Here- this might be easier to hold on to.” I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn’t pain.

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?” His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.

“N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.” I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.

“How did you know to-” I couldn’t answer as he spoke before I could finished,

“I guessed, was that right?” He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.

“So, so right. You’re doing everything right.” I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn’t wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.

Today was a good day to wear a skirt.

His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.

His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.

“Was-Was that?” He searched for the words but couldn’t find them.

“You had an orgasm, and I’m guessing your first. I’m also guessing you liked it.” I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.

“Did it feel like that for you?” I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.

“Not yet, but this is about you, we don’t need to carry on-” I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.

“No refractory interval, huh.” I whispered to myself in shock.

“In-In the video, the people didn’t have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn’t put my-” I stopped him before I could blush any further.

“Uh yeah it’s normal don’t worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven’t had sex yet.” I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.

“Can-Can we? Now?” His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn’t refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.

“If you really can’t wait any longer.” I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.

He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.

I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.

“Can I?” Jack’s curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.

“Go ahead.” I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let’s not thank him.

“If it’s okay with you, I’ll take care of this part, it can be tricky.” I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an ‘okay’.

I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.

“Don’t do that, I want to see you.” His declare makes my head reel.

“I’m sorry that I can’t be more than this for you.” I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.

“Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-” I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. “I think the word breath-taking describes you.” His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.

“I love you. And that means all of you.” I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.

“I love you too.” I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.

“We need to take the rest of our…clothes off.” I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.

“O-Oh!” He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. “Should I take my underwear off also?” He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.

“If you’d allow me-” I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.

“Can I take it off?” I nod and smile at him.

“You can do anything you want, anything.” I say, a sincere and truthful confession.

He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn’t feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.

“In the video, the man puts his mouth on her…lower area.” He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.

“That’s not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.” He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can’t help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.

I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.

“You ready?” I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.

“Yes, really ready.” He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.

He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I’m in no way a virgin, but it’s been a while.

He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.

“I’m not hurti-” I answer him before he could finish.

“Definitely not hurting me.” I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.

“I’m gonna move now.” I mumble, he doesn’t know what’s coming to him.

I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.

“Do-Do that again.” He groans.

“I’ll do more than that.” There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.

“Oh, please, don’t stop.” He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.

“Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?” I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.

“Yes, please.” I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.

“Don’t hold back, you don’t need to be gentle.” I brush a hand through his hair so it’s out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn’t waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.

With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn’t help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.

“Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-” He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it’s ruthless and hot.

“Do it again.” He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.

“Fuck, Jack!” I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he’s balls deep and no where near stopping.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.

“Never, you’re the only person I’d ever do this with, I love you.” He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you’ in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.

“Jack!” He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.

I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.

“O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.” Jack grins with astonishment.

“I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-” I give up on words.

“I want to do that all the time.” He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.

“We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn’t inconvenience the others.” It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.

“Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.” I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.

I breathe out in relief.

“What the fuck?” I hear from outside.

“Uh, Y/n?” I looked towards a blushing Jack. “I forgot to pick something up.” He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.

“What the fuck is this?” Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.

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Three's Company (Sam, Y/n, Jack, Dean Smut)

Warnings: foursum (Jack, Sam, Dean, Y/n) oral(m) anal, double penetration

Squirting, praise, degrading

Never in your life did you think this would happen. You're still not even sure how it is happening, but somehow, you found yourself in bed with three insanely hot guys.

Dean is lying down as you ride him. Sam's cock is thrusting into you from the back, stretching out the tight muscle of your hole. Jack's cock, is in your mouth and your hand.

You're stroking and sucking Jack's cock as the Winchesters ruin your holes with theirs. You've fantasized about being with Sam and Dean, but you never would've expected Jack to be interested in you. Especially in this way. But he's older and more experienced now.

"Fuck, look at you. Such a slut for our cocks. You look so gorgeous like this Y/n. Our cocks stretching you out. Can't get enough of it." Sam said.

You moaned around Jack. You've always loved degrading praise.

"Such a cockslut." Dean agreed.

Jack didn't say much. He wasn't very vocal. He honestly didn't want to degrade you like that. He only let an occasional groan slip through his lips as you swallowed his cock.

"Gonna fill this pretty ass of yours up." Sam said.

"Can't wait to fill this pussy." Dean said.

Jack looked at Dean. He wanted to say something, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the brothers. Sure, Jack has experience, but he's not as experienced as them.

Dean gave Jack a soft nod, telling him to speak. Jack took a deep breath before saying one of the hottest things he had ever said to you.

"Cant wait to cum down your throat. Your mouth feels so good, Y/n."

"Atta boy." Dean said to Jack.

Sam and Dean were both thrusting into you rapidly. They wanted to get you to your release, and quickly. None of you were going to last much longer. Jack's cock was starting to throb in your mouth, and Dean's in your pussy.

"Fuck Y/n. Need you to cum baby." Dean said.

None of these men were cumming until you did. Dean brought one of his hands to your waist, letting his fingers find your clit. He rubbed it in quick circles, hoping to bring you to the edge quicker.

"Y/n, please cum." Jack begged.

He was desperate to cum, and so were Sam and Dean. The boys kept thrusting, and Dean kept rubbing your clit. Your jaw was starting to hurt from sucking Jack off, but you weren't about to stop.

With a few more thrusts from the brothers, your vision went white, your skin flushed red, and you fell forward onto Dean's chest. You felt liquid pouring out of you as the boys kept thrusting, helping you ride out your high.

You blacked out for a second from the intensity of your orgasm, but you quickly recollected yourself and went back to working on Jack.

You felt Sam's cock throb inside you, then Sam's body stilled. You felt him fill you up with his cum. Just like he said he would.

Then you felt Dean do the same. Sam pulled out, and you moved your body off of Dean, so you could focus on Jack.

You licked and sucked his tip while your hand stroked the length of his cock. With a final suck from your lips, he came down your throat. You eagerly swallowed the hot sticky substance.

"Such a cumslut." Sam said.

You laughed softly as you pulled away from Jack.

After the four of you got cleaned up, you laid in your bed together. Your head was on Dean's chest, with the rest of your body resting on top of his. Sam and Jack were on either side of you.

The three boys stayed there with you all night, softly caressing your body. In this moment, the only thing they cared about was you.

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Summary: Though you don't really want to, Butcher persuades you to fuck Soldier Boy in front of him since he believes that your relationship is becoming duller by the day.

Pairing: Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher / Reader

Warnings: Dark Fiction!, +18! (MINORS DNI), smut, dirty talk, threesome, rough Soldier Boy, Butcher is a manipulative boyfriend , hair pulling, breath playing, kinda forced, established relationship, forced oral sex, multiple orgasms, reader is manipulated, overstimulation, porn without plot, a plot twist in the end

Word Count: 2709

A/N: English is not my first language.

This is for @anundyingfidelity. I love you and your stories, bestie.

You let out a loud gasp as you locked your legs around Butcher's hips, squeezing him till he hit your most sensitive spots.

Sucking his lower lip, you used one hand to brush his thick beard and the other to nail his back in an attempt to stop yourself from moaning.

"Don't hold yourself back, love," he smirked at you. Let me listen to those lovely sounds. You are free to be as noisy as you would like to."

You questioned, "What if he's listening?" and gasped softly as Butcher tightly gripped your nipple and squeezed one of your tits, causing you to scream.

He continued, firmly thrusting his cock inside your pussy, “Are you afraid he's jerking off right now to your moanings? He better be.”

You cried out, “Don't say such things,” as he began to fuck into you more and more inside of you.

He spit in his palm and began to stroke your clit, muttering, “Why? Imagine him jerking off while watching us, getting hard watching your cunt railed by me.”

“Screw you, Butcher. Shut up,” you said, hitting him fiercely on the shoulder as he attempted to make you scream once again.

“The thought of you looking like this fucking drives me on so much. Are you okay with him watching us? Do you want to see your pussy full of my jizz as he watches you being fucked and cum in his hands? He must be beating his cock right now, hearing me filling your tight cunt.”

“No,” you said as you raised your hips in an attempt to match his tremendous rhythm. When he spoke to you in that manner, it was difficult to get off. “Cut it, Butcher.”

Despite your constant statements that you weren't into that kind of thing, Butcher was becoming more and more brutal with each stroke. This put your relationship on the brink, but you still cared deeply for him and found it difficult to please him at times, which left you feeling quite exhausted.

Butcher roared, “Fuck, yes,” slowing down to take his time and enjoy the twisted moment. “Maybe I should let him watch next time or even join; let him fuck you raw.”

You managed to say, “I don't like it when you talk this way,” in between his embarrassing words.

“Your body seems to like it, though,” Butcher remarked slyly. “Right now, your pussy clenches around my cock so well. Are you okay with him fucking you?”

“No,” you said, your eyes welling up with tears from his powerful hits, which were both pleasurable and painful. Even though you were so close, he was taking his time to enrage you. “All I want is you. The only person I want to fuck is you.”

Butcher turned you, pressing your face into the covers with a roar. You forced yourself to look away as he continued talking about really obscene things and becoming lost in his own fantasies, but his hand stopped you from speaking.

“I'm going to let him fuck you and rail your tight cunt till he fills your pussy up, until you are ready for me to be filled. Is it okay if he spills inside your pussy? Would you rather be fucked by someone else in front of your boyfriend?”

His hand over your mouth prevented you from denying it and telling him to stop talking. Your eyes welled up with tears as you continued to scream into his palm as he began to pound into you quickly and violently. While your other hand was firmly gripping the sheets beneath you, you tried to get him to relax by holding his palm to your mouth, but he pressed it even harder. You were really close.

“See your pussy's reaction to me. You need another cock so much. My girlfriend is such a big slut; I didn't know that.”

This time, Butcher moved his hand away from your lips and gave you a hard spanking on your ass cheek, nearly causing you to shout out in agony and pleasure. You moaned, “Please,” not really comprehending what you were pleading for.

“Please what?” Excited, Butcher asked. He continued to stroke his cock inside of you while gathering and pulling your hair. “Tell me you want to be fucked by him. How much do you want to be fucked by him, huh? Imagine Soldier Boy sucking your cunt.”

With one forceful stroke, Butcher slammed his cock into your pussy just as you tightened around it, roaring as he began to come inside of you. You finally clutched around his cock, moaning as your orgasm hit strong because his triggered yours.

“Fuck, love. That was good,” Butcher remarked, grunting as he removed his softened cock from your pussy.

Your cheeks reddened as you straightened your skirt, pulling up your underwear and giving him a furious look. “You know I don't like it when you talk about threesomes or anything related.”

He murmured, “Come on,” embracing you in his arms as he lit a cigarette. “We haven't been together for fucking two years, and you're not interested in trying anything new. You are aware that our relationship is currently becoming a little monotonous.”

You questioned with shock and disgust, “Boring? We love each other. Is this not enough?”

“Love can't solve everything out, my dear.” Butcher planted a firmly planted kiss on your lips. “You need to be receptive to new ideas. You know, I wasn't aware that you were so old-fashioned-minded.”

You refused, blushing with shame. “I'm not,” you said. “But what if it ruins our relationship?”

“It fucking won't,” he murmured, running his fingers over your tender spot. “It will make our relationship even better than before.”

You asked, hoping that at some point he would change his mind because it was twisted as fuck and you didn't want another man to touch you: “Do you really want to watch me getting fucked by someone else though?” Not Soldier Boy, in particular.

“Is it not evident? I want to jerk off and watch your gorgeous pussy get filled up with another man's sperm while you scream and get fucked hard.”

You sighed and reluctantly replied, “Okay.” A grin appeared on Butcher's face. He was shocked to see that, after weeks of trying, you were finally saying yes. “So be it.”

A week later, with just the three of you living in the house, Butcher was fucking you with his fingers when Soldier Boy burst through the door, smoking some weed.

When your eyes met his green ones, you wanted to press your knees together, but Butcher grabbed you firmly and murmured, “Don't be shy, relax,” as if it were natural and not at all awkward.

Before giving you a sly grin, Soldier Boy sat on the closest chair and smelled the white from the desk in front of him.

You made an effort to clear your head and concentrate just on the pleasure. You moaned in protest when Butcher stopped, leaving you on edge, just as your walls were about to tighten.

He noticed and then said, “You're ready now,” whispering to your lips as Soldier Boy removed his shirt, his broad muscles in sight.

After Butcher kissed you firmly, you put your knees together and sat in the chair that was very next to the bed, feeling a little uneasy.

Soldier Boy whispered, “Let's see what your little girlfriend is capable of.” He worked his cock and pulled down his sweatpants. “Come here.”

He moved your body on the bed before you could respond, put his hand behind your back, and brought his cock to your lips. You assumed it would be limited to simple fucking. In your lengthy partnership, even Butcher had only ever fucked your mouth two or three times. Now, a stranger who you had never even fucked before was going to make you suck him.

Before you could say anything, he slipped his cock between your lips, and your pulse was pounding in your chest. You gagged strongly, pressing your hands across his thighs to make him slow down.

With a deep voice, Butcher said, “Suck him good,” stroking himself as he watched your eyes well up with tears from being fucked on the mouth.

Soldier Boy moaned, “Use that mouth better,” and forcefully pressed his cock to your throat. It was difficult to swallow everything because it was so much larger than Butcher's.

His hand stoked your hair as you palmed his testicles and squeezed him, all while using your tongue to satiate him and get him to release his grip.

When you began to use your tongue and hands simultaneously, he groaned loudly. "Look at her eagerness. Desperately trying to make me cum in her mouth like a bitch.”

He halted your motion, grasped his shaft, and fixed your head in position. His precum was dripping from the tip, and his thumb hovered over the head of the cock.

This time, he said, “Suck the head,” pressing the head between your lips once more. “Look at me.”

His salty precum covered your tongue as you sucked the head off his shaft and took a look at him. It tasted nasty and salty. similar to Butcher's.

As he watched you suck Soldier Boy's hardness, Butcher remarked, “Fuck, you are so hot like this, baby,” and continued to stroke his dick.

“Fuck, I'm about to cum; don't you fucking stop.” With a moan, Soldier Boy kept your head still.

When he told you he was getting close, you attempted to back off. After all, you've never been fond of the taste of sperm.

Butcher remarked with a cunning smirk, “She doesn't like it to be spilled in her throat. You may, however, spill over her face. She finds it more appealing.”

“Do you take permission when you fuck her mouth and are about to cum?” With a single, hard thrust, Soldier Boy laughed and plunged his cock deep into your throat. His legs continued to push against your hands, which were trying to stop him before he reached your mouth, and your eyes began to well up with tears. “Relax your throat or it will be harder for you.”

When he groaned and began to fuck into your mouth, pushing it all the way down and spilling, filling your lips with his thick, white ropes, you kept moaning in fear. “Swallow it all.”

“Yes, fuck,” Butcher groaned out. "You're so fucking hot like this. Allow him to fill that lovely mouth."

You followed his instructions, and when he finished spitting inside your throat and you gasped, he pulled his cock out of your lips.

Soldier Boy pushed you to the bed and stated, “Not bad, but it can be better,” preventing you from catching some air.

He immediately inserted two fingers into your pussy and groaned, “Fucking slut. You are very wet. Look at you. Is it pleasant to get face-fucked by someone else in front of the one you love?”

“No,” you replied, trying not to break down too soon and astonished at how already wet you were. You were incredibly close.

“You adored it to the hilt. Perhaps you enjoy being forced? Did you enjoy being dominated?”

This time, you didn't respond, and as you rode your climax, your walls constricted around his fingers, causing your lips to separate in pleasure. You moaned so loudly that it caused Butcher to experience an orgasm as well.

“Fuck, sweetie.” He said, “I knew you would like it,” as he approached you and observed Soldier Boy continuing to finger your pussy. You wanted him to slow down, but he kept forcing his fingers inside, even though you felt oversensitive and your legs were shaking.

With a “Now it's time for real fuck,” Soldier Boy turned to face you and gave you a spank to your ass behind you.

Soldier Boy moved behind you, pumping his hardness a little harder, and Butcher took himself in hand again.

When Soldier Boy shoved his cock inside and Butcher groaned, “Look at me when he fucks you,” you closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him stroking himself while he watched you get railed by another man.

You were momentarily out of breath when Soldier Boy began to fuck you raw and hard while holding your hips tightly. His balls were slamming against your clit and making nasty noises while he was hissing behind you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning, but as soon as he began to quickly stroke your most sensitive area, you began to scream with both pleasure and pain.

Soldier Boy growled, “You fucking shameless slut,” and he hurried to get behind you. “Look at your guy as he takes himself in hand while I'm giving you a raw fuck. You enjoy being taken on by a stranger so much, don't you? You tightly clasp around me. Fuck it. From now on, I will fuck you every day.”

He forced your head into the covers, causing you to gasp for air while he continued to pound into you. You tried to get a breath, but you were powerless against his strong grip.

He grinned and added, “Cum around my cock or I'm not going to let you go. Cum around my cock while your boyfriend watches you getting railed.”

You clenched around him, desperate for air, and with a silent groan, you stepped around him. His strong hands made you tremble, and your climax lingered longer than expected, much to your surprise.

“This is how you fuck your woman,” Soldier Boy declared. “By stopping fucking taking permissions and giving what her slut body needed.”

Butcher got to the bed with a roar, and you found yourself on top of him. “Come here, baby.”

Your eyes widened in horror as Butcher shoved his cock inside your pussy while Soldier Boy was still inside of you. You trembled and whispered, “It's not possible.”

Your ass got spanked by Soldier Boy, who moaned, “Fucking shut up.”

You clasped your hands around Butcher's arms and screamed as their huge cocks were shoved in your pussy.

“You're so gorgeous like this, taking our cocks so good,” Butcher murmured when he simultaneously began to fuck you and so did Soldier Boy.

To press your pained moans, you started to kiss Butcher while Soldier Boy kept soaking and insulting you as he fucked you from behind.

“Such sluts like you have to be fucked exactly like this. For you, one cock is never enough. See your body's reaction when you take two dicks at once. You're encircling me with clamps and fucking leaking.”

Butcher moaned, “Keep going,” as he gave you short, hard strokes.

Soldier Boy muttered, “Gonna fill you up, baby,” and gently bit your neck while speaking in your ear.

Soldier Boy moaned as he fucked you with Butcher, and with one last blow, he began to spill inside of you, causing Butcher to have another orgasm. This continued until Soldier Boy humiliated you with words in every way possible.

With a loud gasp, you clamped around Butcher and continued to kiss him passionately.

Soldier Boy moaned, “Oh fuck,” as he continued to spill his thick white ropes inside of you and kissed the back of your neck firmly.

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Turning your back to him, you kissed him on the lips passionately and said, “That was so good, baby.”

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all yours ☽｡⋆ - j.a

summary: after seeing that one edit of your husbands best friend, you can’t seem to control yourself. (part 2)

word count: 7.5k words 🥱

warnings: smut (18+ mdi) swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), bullying (kinda) cheating, forced cream pie, grammar & spelling mistakes (prolly more idk)

a/n: omgg this took so long to write >.< but first post yay! (finally lmao) pls lmk how it is! i feel maybe it’s kinda long and it feel’s boring at times idk i was high writing this lmaosjs. fr tho lmk what i can do better. ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING BUT IN THIS CONTEXT ITS KINDA HOT NGL

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“babe, you almost ready?” your husband jared asks, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, the shirt you picked out for him was halfway up his arms. you completely ignored him as your eyes traced every muscle in his arms, then in his broad shoulders and chest and finally his abs that were still glistening from the shower he took just minutes ago. i’m so lucky you thought as you soaked up the greek god you called your husband. just the sight of him like this made ache. you let out a small breath and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to pull him in for a deep kiss. he froze for a second, taken off guard but then kissed you back, just as deeply. you moan softly into his mouth as your hand trails from his chest down his abs, your nails scratching his skin ever so lightly. he knows what that means. you’re horny. and you want him. no, you need him. “(y/n)” jared chuckled and pulled away. “we’re gonna be late” “please baby,” you pouted, reaching up and placing a small kiss to his ear lobe before whispering “i only need you for a couple minutes” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck “(y/n) i-“ the sound of the door bell ringing cut him off but you already knew what he was gonna say. you sighed in defeat and jared gave you half crooked smile before kissing your cheek and finally slipping his shirt over his head before going to answer the door for the baby sitter.

ignoring the feeling of sexual frustration you began to get dressed, settling on a short, spaghetti strap dress with pink and white floral designs. you slipped on your sneakers and checked yourself out in the full length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, you had just the right amount of cleavage and your ass to waist ratio was insane. you looked fucking hot, and jared would be crazy if he wasn’t dying to pound that little pussy the second he was alone with you. smirking and pleased with the way you look, you quickly finished getting ready. spritzing some expensive purfume, getting the rollers out of your hair and accessorizing your ankle with your favourite gold anklet, off the chain dangled a small heart with a diamond initial “J” on it. jared bought it for you many years ago for your first ever anniversary. you never really leave the house without it and you probably consider it one of your most prized possessions. its the first thing he got you and it just holds so much love for you.

you grabbed your purse and met your husband downstairs, your greeted the babysitter and kissed your kids goodbye before leaving the house.

“jared, please” you whined in the passenger seat. you’re thirty minutes into your hour long drive and jared’s hand has been firmly placed on the inside of your thigh, and every time he hit a red light he would subconsciously rub small circles with his thumb. it’s driving you absolutely insane, you need this man right here, right now. “i want youu” he chuckled again “i’m driving babe! what’s gotten into you?” deep down you know exactly what’s gotten into you but you’d rather die than be honest with your husband right now.

a couple nights ago you were up late bored and scrolling through tiktok. it’s not really uncommon for random videos to jared and jensen to show up on your for you page, but what is uncommon is the random thirst trap edit of your husbands best friend. the edit showed clips of jensen at the concert he’d done recently. he wore white jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. his hair was damp and hanging in front of his eyes while his skin glistened with sweat, the veins in his thick neck popped as he sang the high note perfectly, his tattooed bicep flexed as he gripped the mic harder. it’s like you were entranced, you watched and watched and watched probably over ten times before jared started to stir in the bed next to you. you quickly closed the app and laid next to your husband. as you drifted off to sleep, your mind created the most perverted dream you’ve ever had. it was of you and jensen, it was after his show, you and him was in his dressing room. he had you pinned against the wall while he fucked up into your wet pussy. you felt him, he was big, and heavy and he stretched you out so good. he snuck his hand around and grabbed your throat, tilting your head back. he towered over you as he looked down into your eyes with such animalistic lust, just this look can send you over the edge. his grunts, your screams and skin slapping together filled the room as he sped up his thrusts. “you like your little pussy fucked like this, don’t you sweetheart?” he was rough and honestly, it hurt a little bit but you enjoyed it, hell, you loved it. this is just what you wanted. “he can’t do it for you, huh?” he chuckled mockingly, “he can’t fuck you like i do, he can’t say filthy things to you like i do, he can’t make you scream his name like i do.” you woke up completely soaked. you never spoke of the dream and tried your very best to forget about it…but when you were alone, your mind wondered off. you missed how good he felt inside you, how his words made you so wet, how he fucked into you so hard you felt the tip of his cock pound into your cervix.

you love jared so much, he’s such a good husband and father and you really lucked out with him, he’s perfect.. but, he’s a bit too vanilla for you. you’ve expressed your desires to him before, how you want him to be rougher and more talkative during sex, how you want to try different positions and maybe bring in toys. but he protests, he says he doesn’t wanna hurt you or say degrading things to you. which a part of you found sweet and the other part was disappointed. jared definitely satisfied you during sex, he’d make sure you were okay, and make you cum at least twice, he’d always feel so good and fit perfectly in. but sometimes the same position and pace got boring and the moans and grunts that flew around the room grew to feel awkward. you just need a really good and rough fuck.. like jensen gave you in that dream.

you thought that you would be normal around jensen, like you usually are, but you thought wrong. after you and danneel practically jumped in each others arms and had an ‘i missed you’ war, she lead both you and jared out to the back yard where jensen stood at the barbecue, a beer in one hand and a metal spatula in the other. he wore blue washed jeans, a black t shirt that hugged his arms and shoulders and a black backwards cap that kept the hair out of his eyes. sucking in a deep breath your nostrils filled with his cologne and his scent engulfed all your senses and your mind flashed back to the dream you had. you never looked at jensen as anything other then an older brother, you love jared and danneel is basically a sister to you. but seeing jensen there in all his glory, his new hair cut, his beard, his perfectly toned and muscular body and his tattoo that barely poked out under his shirt was doing things to you, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your lower abdomen. “it’s been so long!” jensen exclaimed and pulled your husband in for a tight hug. he then hugged you. “too long” he muttered in your hair. the hug didn’t last for long but it was enough to make your legs weak. and his low mumble in your ear sent shivers down your spine. why did he say that just to you?

“i'll make us drinks” danneel said before dragging you away to the kitchen. “something strong please” you sat at the kitchen island while danneel quickly whipped up some pina coladas, putting extra rum in yours, and serving it to you with an extra shot, which you took no time to down before taking a sip of your drink. “how you been babes?” you sigh and your mind flashes back to everything that happened in the pass year that you two were separated. you’ve both been super busy, jensen filming the boys and jared filming walker. then jensen and dani moved over an hour away. you honestly can’t believe you haven’t seen them in a whole year. you were so excited when they finally had free time and invited you both over for a late night barbecue. jensen’s laugh snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you left danneel on heard. panicking, you blurted out the sex problem you’ve been having with jared. danneel listened and showed sympathy but didn’t really offer much help. instead she said, “well, the kids are at my parents for the night. so, we can dance and drink all night!” and that’s exactly what we did. jensen made the most amazing burgers and danneel made a homemade cheesecake, the music never died down and the drinks never stopped coming. you and danneel are drunk in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and dancing to “or nah” by the weekend. you were bent over shaking your ass while danneel gripped your waist tightly and moved her hips along with yours. this is a very normal thing that happens when the both of you get too drunk. “can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah!” you sung loudly together, you then would turn around to face your best friend, flipping your hair in the process, dani placed her hands on your hips while yours traced down her body. “ahem” you jumped and turned around to see jensen standing in the doorway. “hey, don’t stop for me. i was enjoying myself” a dirty smirk painted his lips and every feeling and thought that you drank away came rushing back to you. “shut up, loser” danneel joked “no, for real. you guys are hot. i wonder what would have happened if i didn’t interrupt” he said lowly, staring down danneel with an even bigger smirk on his face. jensen was always dirty minded, it’s no secret. he would open talk about sex and make dirty jokes, but this is probably one of the dirtiest things he said in front of you which caused you to choke and spill your wine, all over your dress. jensen burst out laughing and dani went into full mom mode. “oh no! quick take it off it’s gonna stain!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, where you pulled off your dress and handed to to dani, she sprayed strain remover before throwing it into the wash. “just where this for this” she handed you a random shirt “this is jensens” you stated. “don’t worry, he won’t care” without protest you slipped on the huge shirt that fit you like a dress, ending a little lower then your previous dress. it was the shirt he was wearing in that one edit, the shirt he wore while he fucked your hard in your dream. it smelled like him, even though it was freshly washed, the mixture of laundry soap, jensen’s s musky scent and the chokehold this shirt has around your next warmed your entire body, right down to your core.

while waiting for your dress to get done, you joined your husband on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into his side. jensen came from the kitchen with more drinks in his hands, this time four glasses of scotch. he leaned to give jared his glass and then went to give you yours, not before very blatantly checking you out. “love that shirt” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. he shot you a wink and went to sit across from you, next to dani. ignoring him and the red hot blush forming on your cheeks you turn to jared and place a hand on his thigh “babe, it’s getting late, we should probably go soon” you checked your phone to see it’s 11:43 pm “you guys aren’t going home,” jensen started. why does he start his sentences like that? “i think jared here, had a bit too much to drink” he glanced over at your husband and only then you noticed just how drunk he actually is. “and besides, the funs just starting” he looked down at you, flashing a smug grin. thank god dani is just as drunk as jared right now.

for the next half hour or so you and danneel have been in deep conversation, though it’s quite hard considering the looks jensen is giving you. his eyes darkened and he scanned over your body for the sixth time in ten minutes, he’s been shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he keeps saying dirty things while maintaining heavy eye contact with you. he sat with his legs wide open, his large hands constantly running down his thighs. jared and danneel got drunker and drunker while jensen was sobering you up fast. “excuse me a second” you muttered and got up and left to the kitchen to be alone for a second. it was all too much for you, the eye contact, his actions, his voice. your husband is right there! so is your best friend aka his wife! how can he be so- but when you really thought about it, there was not a part of you that didn’t like the attention, especially from a man like him. its so naughty and him being so obvious and your husband being so clueless makes you wet. if jared and dani was as sober as you and jensen -god, you don’t even wanna think about what will happen. after running your hands under cold water, you searched in the fridge for something nonalcoholic to drink. that’s when you felt a large presence behind you. “how you been (y/n)?” his voice was deep as he leaned on the counter, finishing the last little bit of scotch. you grabbed a water and turned to face him. “i-im great, how about you?” he ignored the second part of your question “are you, though? ‘cause im heard some things” panic quickly spread over your face. he knows. somehow he knows about the dream. “wh-what? what did you hear?” he began to walk closer to you, subconsciously you took a step back only to bump into the fridge, causing jensen to grin. “that you’ve been having some trouble getting laid.” your eyes widened and your gasped. “what? no, im getting laid!” jensen’s eyes softened and he nodded sarcastically “mhm, sure you are. but just not in the way you want too” your nerves are going through the roof right now. how does he know all this? and most of all why is he bringing it up? “what? jared told me.” he said casually as if this is just a normal thing. “he actually asked me for advice. you’re welcome by the way” “what did you say?” you asked with anticipation, you, at have just found a loophole for your little problem. “tsk, have patience sweetheart, you’re gonna have to wait and see” by now, there’s only a couple inches separating the both of you, your fully trapped between the fridge and jensen’s hard body, “thing i don’t understand is,” he started in a low whisper, his green eyes dark and he’s maintaining heavy eye contact “how can he not fuck you like that, y’know, the way you deserve” you were too stunned to speak, your body temperature is so high your about to break out in a sweat and the butterflies in your stomach make you wanna throw up. it feels like your dreaming and you brain can’t process anything. “i mean…if things were different or whatever, i don’t think i’d be able to stop myself from bending you over every table in this house.” he dipped his head down and whispered in your ear, in a low and deep voice “while you’re wearing my shirt”

this isn’t right. okay, you can’t deny it, if you could, you would happily let jensen fuck you anyway he wants. but you’re married! and you love jared, not to mention your best friend with his wife! this is insane.

you both heard a thud from the living and then a mixture of jared and danneel laughing. you slipped away from jensen and saw danneel on the floor with jared laying sideways across her stomach. jensen burst out laughing and went to help them both up. “i was trying to carry him upstairs and then i don’t know what happened!” dani was practically jello in jensen’s arms, she’s had way too much to drink and so did your husband. “looks like you need to call the babysitter, sweetheart” jensen spoke and began leading his wife upstairs. with a sigh you agreed, you’d rather stay the night then risk something bad happening if you let jared drive. “i’m gonna put her to bed, i’ll be back to grab the overgrown man child” jensen would flip danneel over his shoulder and carry her upstairs like she weighed nothing. his muscles and neck veins popped as he let out a soft grunt. squeezing your legs together, trying to get some type of relief.

you reach for your phone to call the baby sitter to tell her the change of plans but jared grabbed your wrist and with one swift motion he had you on his lap. his hands were everywhere, under your (jensen’s) shirt, grabbing and squeezing at your tits, they then trailed down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. “you’re so fucking sexy right now” he grunted and thrusted his hips up, making you lose your balance and jolt forward. “so hot” he pulled you in and instantly started making out with you, it was hot and heavy and everything you wanted from him. he even smacked your ass which caused you to moan in his mouth. his hands was placed firmly on your hips while he grind them down on his crotch. you felt how hard he actually is and moaned, quite loudly this time. your clothed pussy grinding down on your husbands cock through his jeans almost sent you straight to euphoria. this is exactly what you need, just some relief. you needed someone to just use you, use your body as they please and do whatever they want to you, to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream, to fill your little pussy up with cum. your pussy is now throbbing and you need the release so bad. is this what jensen was talking about earlier? “fuck” you breathed and you pulled away for air, only for jensen to be standing right in front of you, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair was messy and it hung in front of his eyes. “hey, hey, hey!” he grabbed jared shoulder. “not on my new couch, take it to the bedroom kids!” jared put his hands up on protest and muttered a series of apologies as jensen guided him off the couch and upstairs “you coming?” he asked, you husband half cautious and clinging onto jensen. “yeah, just gotta call the baby sitter.” “don’t take too long” he winked and disappeared with your husband, you rolled your eyes and texted the sitter, letting her know that you and jared will be spending the night.

“he’s all yours sweetheart” jensen smirked in the doorway. your husband was in bed and barely conscious. “thanks” you replied quietly and began to shut the bedroom door but jensen stopped it. “if you need anything, at all, i’ll be in my office” he left down the hall and you shut the door, finally feeling like you can breathe. you climbed into bed and poked jared’s shoulder. “babe?” the only reply you got was a loud snore and him shifting in bed, placing his arm and leg over you, essentially holding you hostage in bed.

that bastard, he fell asleep on you! you groaned in frustration and tried your best to sleep. you probably only slept an hour or two because your mind kept making up dirty thoughts..about jensen. the way he looked today, the signals he was sending, all that shit he said to you in the kitchen. it was too much and you couldn’t help yourself. with very careful actions, you moved your hand down and into your underwear, gasping at how wet you really are, your panties are soaked from the arousal you’ve pretty much had all day. you pressed your finger hard to your clit and sighed in relief. you began to rub small circles, trying not to moan out loud no matter how good it feels. unfortunately though, your movements caused your husband to shift again in his sleep and now his arm is over yours, trapping your hand so that you can barely wiggle your fingers.

“fuck this” you whispered before prying your husband hands off and slipping out of bed. honestly, you don’t know what you were expecting or even looking for, but a small part of you hoped that jensen is still up. you crept down the hallway and looked for any evidence of an office. your foot managed to find and step on the loudest creek ever and you froze in place, in fear that you woke someone up (or maybe in fear that you’ll be caught) “(y/n)?” you heard a deep voice say behind you. you whipped around and immediately began to apologize “i’m so sorry i just-“ “can’t sleep?” you nodded, to put it simply. he stepped aside and motioned with his head for you to come in. you listened to him and he shut and locked the door behind you.

“so, what’s got you up at night?” he asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he knows exactly what but he enjoys seeing me suffer. “i’m guessing he went lights out on you?” you sighed and nodded, there’s no point to deny it anymore. he sighed as if he’s personally affected too and slumped down in his chair, legs wide open as he swung side to side lightly. “i’m sorry sweetheart, ‘s gotta suck” he laughed and your glared at him. why is he being such an asshole right now? “can you stop?” you snapped, sassily which only caused jensen to put his hands up in defence “hey, i tried everything i could, i gave him strict instructions and if your still getting blue balled, it’s not my problem”

full of frustration, you turned on your heel to leave. coming here was a mistake, you must’ve gotten mixed signals or just hallucinated the whole- “…unless” jensen started again, you turned slowly to look at him. the light from the one small lamp on the desk made him look like he was glowing, the shadow pa contouring every muscle p, his hair was super messy from running his hands through it all day. he looked so…delicious. he made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger and without even thinking, your legs started to move and you were right in front of him. he reached out grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer so your now in between his outstretched legs.”unless, i show you what i told him” he began slowly running his finger tips up and down the sides. “sit” he said plainly. sit? sit where? on his lap!? your brain needed a couple seconds to process everything. but that was a couple of seconds too long for jensen, he spun you and aggressively pulled you down to his lap, your back now against his chest. your legs were spread wide and stretched over his. your breath hitched has he continued rubbing your thighs, “when i tell you to do something, i expect you to fucking do it.” his hand getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy. “je-jensen,” was all you managed to get out before he brushed his hand against your core. a gasp left your lips and jensen smirked down at you. “i barely even touched you yet and your already a mess” he finally slipped his hand past the hem of your panties and pressed his whole hand against your pussy.

“fuuck, already soaked for me, were you walking around like this all day?” he asked and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. he started to rub small and slowly circles at your clit and you sighed, melting into him completely. his rough fingers felt amazing and he applied just enough pressure. he started to speed up a bit, spreading your wetness everywhere. “i bet your pussys real pretty, bet it taste sweet too” those words made your pussy clench. his voice was so deep and he spoke with such experience and smoothness, “jensen i-i” his movements slowed and he spoke softly “use your words” in your ear. “wha-what about danneel, and jared? i don’t wanna hurt them” jensen began to leave soft kisses down your neck as your voiced your concerns, his fingers still rubbing hard circles on your clit. “they won’t found out” he mumbled “you wanna stop?” no. yes. you don’t know. you’re so conflicted, you love jared but jensen is working your pussy like never before. “i just love them so much” was the best answer you can give him. “i know baby,” he bit your ear lobe and sped up his movements faster then before, his other hands reached around your head to cover your mouth “i love them too, but right now, i think i love you more” and with that he plunged two fingers deep inside you, you arched your back as he began to pump them in and out at an extraordinary pace. if you could you would be screaming right now. jared’s fingers are long but jensen’s are thicker, it almost hurts. this is what you needed. you needed jensen to finger fuck you like this. “so fuckin tight around my fingers, i can’t imagine how my cock will feel” he curled his fingers upwards, his finger tips brushing against your g-spot as he moved his whole arm up and down, trying to force an orgasm out of you this soon. you felt like you were gonna explode, this much pleasure all at once was too much for you. “no cumming, unless i say so” he turned my head to look me in the eyes, showing me that he’s dead serious about this. i squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything other then cumming all over your husbands best friends fingers “fuckk” you moaned but it came out muffled from jensen’s tight grip. “you’re close, i can feel it. but remember, not until i say so.” he reminded and you nodded. it was all that you could do. you squirmed against him, unable to move from how tight he held you down. the pleasure in your lower abdomen built up over the course of the next couple seconds and you turned your head to face him with pleading eyes. “please,” you clenched around on his skilled fingers and your legs began to shake, you finally broke one hand free and went to grab his wrist. the pleasure was too much, your body already exhausted. you dug your nails into his thin skin, but it did nothing, your strength is nothing compared to his, his pace was still hard and fast. “please” you cried out. “hm? please what?” he muttered in your ear. you hate him for the way he is torturing you right now. “i need to cum, please!” he let out a light laugh,“hmm, no” he stopped all his motions and loosened his grip. “no!” you whined and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to your pussy but he pulled away. “why?” you were literally seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, from finally getting the relief you needed since days. you stood up extremely frustrated but didn’t realize how weak your legs actually were, you leaned back against his desk and took a couple seconds to catch your breath. he fully leaned back in his chair and looked up at you with a smug smile, he was proud of himself and he wasn’t scared to show it to you, even though your glared at him with such hatred. “jensen.” you said as he ignored your first question. he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked up the tip of his middle finger. a deep and satisfied growl erupted from his chest and as he sucked your sweet taste off his fingers. “so fukin good, so sweet” he complimented. “why’d you stop? i was almost there” you said just above a whisper.

“cause” he stood up to his full height and pressed his body against yours, causing you to fully lean against his desk. he reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat, pressing his thumb into your jaw to make your head turn to the side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “i’m not done with you yet” he reached under your shirt and grabbed the sides of your black lacey underwear, roughly pulling them down to your ankles as he crouched down in between your legs. you subconsciously spread your legs a little wider and jensen groaned at the sight of your exposed pussy. “fuck baby, such a pretty little pussy” you clenched at his words and felt your arousal start to drip down your thighs, he reached and scooped up your juices with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. “taste how pretty you are” grabbed his wrist once again and took his fingers in, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around his fingertips. you hummed at the taste and he muttered “that’s it baby, such a good little slut for me.” he grabbed your tight with his other hand and placed it over his broad shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” you nodded eagerly, his fingers still in your mouth. “hm, beg for it”

“what? i-i don’t”

“beg for it.” he repeated. “beg for me to fuck you, to make you cum. tell me just how bad you need it.” his words melted you as you tried to form words but your brain is completely mush right now. “i-i need you so bad jensen please, please fuck me.” he scoffed and gave you a look that said “that’s it?” fuck. “your fingers felt so good, i need them, i need you, please, just please make me cum, fuck me the way i deserve” once he was satisfied with your pleas, he finally drived in. licking a long strip up your pussy, your hands instantly tangled up in his hair. shaking his head from side to side to get deeper, he began to alternate between sucking and kicking your clit, occasionally gently biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “fuckk, feels so good, keep going please.” you moaned out quite loudly, not caring if someone heard you. jensen’s tongue is working wonders on your clit and you just can’t help it. he’s making you feel so damn good. he reached up and grabbed your hand from his hair and placed it on your clit, wanting you to run circles while he licked at your entrance, you did as you was told while his tongue darted in and out of your hole. the whole room was filled sucking, slurping and your breathy moans and jensens muffled groans. you felt the pleasure build up again and you threw your head back. “close” was all your managed to get out but that’s all that jensen needed, he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking harder then before, he shoved two fingers in your pussy and pumped them in and out, wiggling them to stimulate your g-spot. “fuck!” you shouted and felt a hard smack to your thigh. “i know it’s hard baby girl, but you gotta shut the fuck up” you nodded, eyes still squeezed shut “‘m sorry, i just, gonna..fuckk, need to-“ you were a mess. heavy breathing, sweaty, can’t even form a proper sentence thanks to jensen. your body felt like jello and your legs would not stop shaking. “shh,” he placed a free hand over your mouth again. “you wanna cum? right here on my fingers?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. all you could do was nod as the pleasure burned, you were about to explode any second. “then cum.”

you let go, finally getting the release you craved from him. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you breathed out as jensen licked and finger fucked you through your first orgasm, still hard and fast. the taste of you on his tongue made him groan against your cunt, the vibrations and the stabby feeling of his beard was all too much for you. you wanted to scream out his name and show him how good he’s making you feel but you can’t, his grip is tight over your mouth. your body shook and convulsed from how powerful of an orgasm he pulled from your body. “that’s it baby, cum for me”

after a couple more seconds you found your breathing starting to regulate and you opened your eyes to see jensen at his full height and him staring you down. “you look so pretty when you cum. such cute sounds you make.” his fingers still deep inside you, he flexed them upward towards your g-spot. the sensitivity causing your body to jerk. he chuckled and removed his fingers to which you whined at the empty feeling. “thank you” you said for the compliment and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. you expected him to move out of the way but he didn’t, his eyes still staring into yours like a predator staring down its prey. “je-“ i’m still not done” was all he said before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. once again, your eyes widened, at the size, the pre-cum dripping from his head, and how hard he actually is. you instinctively reached how for it, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. “no” was all he said before grabbing you by the neck again, making you look up at him. his thumb traced your jawline and up to your bottom lip, slightly pushing it past your lips so you can suck on it, which you happily did. matching his heavy eye contact, you innocently took his thumb in and hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked the tip of his thumb gently. he groaned at the sight of you, while he pumped his length a few times.

“please can i taste it?” you asked. jensen stood silent for a few seconds, not expecting you to ask that. “i wanna make you feel good” you reached out and lightly scratched down his abs, an action you reserved for your husband to show him your in the mood. you didn’t even realized what you did, it just happened subconsciously. jensen smirked at your action, it seems like he knew what that meant but you were sure, nor did you care right now. “you want it that bad?” you nodded, and he finally took a step back, freeing you from being trapped between him and his desk. “then get on your knees” wasting no time, you slid down and sat on your knees, looking up at the glorious man you call your best friends husband. he seems so tall and big from this angle. his muscles are tense from all the build up and his cock hard and red. he pumped himself a few times before grabbing a hard fistful of her hair and lining himself up on your bottom lip. the butterflies showed up again and you can feel yourself getting wet once again. poking your tongue out, you gave his tip a few kitten licks before sucking softly on the tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, savouring the taste of his pre cum. you heard jensen groan in frustration and without any warning, he shoved his entire length down your throat, the tip of your nose smashing into the soft skin above his cock. “if you’re gonna beg to suck my cock then fuckin’ suck it!” he growled when his tip hit the back of your throat. you gaged and tears immediately welled in the corners of your eyes. this isn’t what you had in mind but you should’ve known jensen doesn’t like things slow. tightening his grip on your hair, he placed another hand tightly around your throat and began to thrust in and out. “ha, i can feel my dick in your throat!” he said in pure amusement, meanwhile your struggling not to throw up from how deep he’s down your throat. a couple more thrusts and groans from jensen before he pulled you off. finally. you gasped and immediately began coughing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “tsk, knew you couldn’t handle it” he shook his head as if he’s disappointed in you. maybe he is.. “shame cause your mouth felt amazing” he laughed, mocking you and the state you're in right now. you were about to protest and argue back with him but he lifted you to your feet, turned you around and with a firm grasp on the back of your neck he pinned you down on his desk. you were stuck in his position before you even knew what was happening. you felt his thumb swipe down your folds which sent a shiver down your spine. without you seeing, jensen would put his thumb in his mouth and suck it clean from your juices. he would never admit this to you but you have the best tasting pussy out of all the women he’s been with..including his wife. he reached down for another taste, this time shoving two fingers in as deep as he could. “hmm” he hummed at the taste of you, he just can’t get enough. it’s almost like he’s addicted. right then and there he decided that this wasn’t gonna be a one time thing. he needed you and your sweet little pussy. “you get wet sucking cock?” he asked and left a hard smack to your ass “or just mine?” you didn’t answer him..but it’s just his. another hard smack in the same spot left your skin stinging and hot. unbeknownst to you, a red hand print already started forming.

you heard him shift behind you and soon felt the tip of his dick press against your folds. he rubbed his head up and down your entire pussy, gathering and using your juices as lube even though it’s extremely unnecessary from how wet you already are. “ready sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, whining eagerly “are you gonna be a good girl for me? gonna be quiet?” you felt his tip at your entrance, barely in but you still clenched down, in a desperate attempt to feel him. “yes, yes i will, i promise just please fuc-“ you were cut off by a gasp. he shoved his full entire length in your pussy, bottoming out and groaning when his tip hit your cervix. he began to move slow and give you sometime to adjust. he knows you needed it. jared might be taller but jensen is bigger, in every way. you let out a small sigh and tried your best to relax. he’s so deep and you feel so full. there’s a vein on the underside of his cock and feels so amazing brushing against your g-spot, you can’t help but moan. “fuck me” you whispered not necessarily to jensen but he still listened and snapped his hips forward hard, making a loud slapping sound in the process. “such a dirty little mouth” he grunted out and sped up his movements, fucking your pussy at a fast but pleasurable pace that just makes you melt underneath him. he’s making you feel so good and it’s getting so damn hard to stay quiet. your nails are scratching at the varnish on his desk and your biting on the inside of your arm to muffle your moans. if the circumstances were different, you would be screaming. screaming his name, moaning and groaning as loud as you can, letting anyone near by hear how good he’s fucking you. unfortunately the only people near by is your husband and his wife.

“pussy feels s’ good” he groaned out and leaned over, changing his angle so now he’s fucking up into your cervix. “so fuckin’ wet and tight, all for me” his words made you clench around him which caused him to let out and gutteral groan “yes! it’s all yours just for you” was the only thing you could say in response. your mind is so fucked out and your body is close behind, you’re completely mush underneath him, just a toy for him to use “say it again” he’s fucking you so good and rough that you actually weren’t paying attention to what you just said. “who’s pussy is this?” he rammed his hips into your ass, “yours, it’s all yours” you breathed out. “fuckin’ right it is. all fucking mine” he growled and reached around to rub hard and fast circles on your clit. “fuuckk” you cried out, you started to feel the pleasure build up, quickly. “close” you said barely above a whisper. you hope he’ll let you cum without being an asshole. you have no more strength to hold it. “i know baby, just wait a bit longer” you whined out as he sped up his movements. “fuck” he groaned “almost there”

“jens-don’t..”

“hm? use your words, sweetheart.” he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “d-don’t cum..fuck” you were trying to pled with him to not cum in you. he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom and your not on birth control. “still don’t understand what your tryin’ to say” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “fuck please” you groaned in frustration. “don’t cum in me!” you finally got out, pleasure still building up and you felt like you can cum any second. “sorry sweetheart. my house, my rules” your eyes widened and you tried to push him off with whatever strength you had left. obviously it didn’t work. even at your full strength to you couldn’t make this man budge. “think you’re gonna come to my house all cute and frustrated, wear my fuckin shirt, dance like a little slut with my wife, beg me to fuck you and then tell me i’m not allowed to cum balls deep inside you?” he laughed, still fucking you hard, deep and fast. “don’t work like that, sweetheart. i’m gonna put a fuckin baby in you” he would sped up his movements to shut you up of any further argument. he said what he said and meant it. “fuck, i’m cumming” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, releasing and clenching down tightly around jensen, stilling his movements. your orgasm crashed through your entire body and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “that’s it baby girl, cum on my cock. let me hear those pretty sounds.” your orgasm triggered jensens as you felt hot spurts of cum shoot against your cervix. he let out a deep growl and dug his nails into your hip so tightly, you know you’re gonna have fully formed bruises tomorrow. he kept himself buried deep inside you while he painted your walls with this thick, creamy cum. “fuck, fuck” you said at the feeling of him cumming deep inside you, like he said he would. you can’t deny how good it feels to cum around his cock, to feel him filling you up, to have jensen growling and grunting in your ear, feeling his sweaty body on yours.

the two of you stayed in that position for a couple seconds while you both caught your breath. he fucked into you deeply a few more times trying to push his cum deeper. he finally pulled out and left yet another smack to you ass. “so fuckin good” he breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. you ignored him and tried to push his cum out. this could be really bad and you aren’t ready to have your marriage break, but nothing came out, it’s too deep and the panic started to set in. “no, no sweetheart” he crouched down to grab your underwear from around your ankles, he slowly lifted them up and put them back on you, he then leaned over and growled in your ear. “i want you to go back and climb in bed next to your husband, with every single drop of my cum deep in your pussy”

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Cabin (Human!Cas x Reader)

Pairing: Human!Cas x Reader

Word Count: 356

Warnings: Smuty-ish…

Cas has been human for a while now and yesterday, as you helped him getting home, you crashed there with him. Just the two of you snuggled the whole night.

You woke up in the morning with your arms around Cas’ waist and your head nuzzling in his neck. Supporting your upper body weight on your right elbow you start to trace his facial features with your index finger. There’s just something so relaxing about watching him just sleeping, without a care in the world, something that was very rare for someone like him.

“You know I can feel your finger on my face… ” he grumble with his raspy and warm morning voice.

“Sorry if I woke you up.” you say resting your head in his chest, now tracing his chest.

“It’s okay.” he assures you as he kisses your head.

“I could get used to it” you could feel him smile right above you and when you looked up to where his face was he was indeed smiling. His whole face lighted up.

“You should smile more often you know… ”

At this point you were on top of him, chests touching and your face inches away from his. You can’t remember approaching him but when you noticed your lips were moving together in perfect sync in a gentle and sweet kiss.

Your hands started to rub his toned chest as his hands went to the small back of your waist and he switched places with you.

“The Lord really spent some time creating you” he spoke as he tucked your hair behind your ears “God, you’re so beautiful” you could feel your cheeks burning red as he went back to kissing you.

The kissing quickly became a heated make out session as he started to kiss down your stomach just in the right places.

The bed sheets suddenly disappeared from where they were and Cas’ lips were now kissing right above your panties’ line and you were a moaning mess.

His face came back up again so that you could taste his sweet lips once again.

“Up for a morning session? ”

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Drowsy affection- Castiel x reader

Word count: 734

Warnings: slight slight sexual references, and fluff!

Summary: Cas is human now and experiences to the need to sleep.

Gif not mine credit to owner!

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Castiel was human. He hurt, he felt, he ate, he drank, and over all he needed sleep. I don't think he ever realized how exhausting being human would be. You had been with him all day, since you live in a separate house from Sam and Dean.

He always kisses you like he meant it, like he felt it and he did. Now when he kissed you for the first time being human... it was something else. You could feel everything more vividly. It's like every feeling was enhanced, taken up to 1,000. The way his lips moved against yours, the way he held you. Before he was human, he held you so tightly like his life depended on it. It made you feel safe and wanted, but now he held you tightly but so gently. His hands were gentle against your body, his lips moved soft, but firmly against yours. It was a whole new experience and it made you feel like your whole body was even more alive than ever. You almost cried when he pulled away, never knowing that you could ever feel more than you did with Castiel while he was an angel. Now.. with him human it melted your heart.

He placed a kiss on your lips, pulling away slightly but you pulled him back in. Placing your lips on his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He let out a small moan and pulled you closer placing you on his lap and quickly flipping you onto your back. His lips then trail down your jaw to your neck. The next thing you knew you could feel his heart beat in sync with yours.

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Your breathing began to regulate, your body still warm and a soft weight rested across your waist. You opened your eyes and were met with the oceans that are your boyfriend's eyes. He had a shy smile as he moved his arm from your waist up to rest his hand on your cheek. You smiled softly at him turning to kiss the palm of his hand, reaching up to grab it and intertwine your fingers.

You heard him sigh, and he pulled you closer. His nose bumped yours softly and a small giggle escaped your lips. Cas' smile grew at the sound and so he continued the innocent action. When he stopped you placed a kiss to his nose.

Somewhere in between the innocence of this afterglow castiel fell asleep. His eyes closed and his breathing was steady. His hair stuck up in different directions and his hand still holding yours. You smiled at the sight. It was your turn to watch over him as he dreamed his first dreams.

"Cas, I've known you for years and been in love with you a few of them. I've seen you at your worst and your best. At the start you were cold and focused on this mission you so fully believed in. Too focused for even the idea of feeling. Still you made my heart flip, and my cheeks burn red. Now here you are lying next to me, legs tangled with mine and the taste of your lips on mine. You're in love, you're warm. This is you and I love you." You whispered. You squeezed his hand lightly feeling how rough they were against yours. He always was insecure about touching you because of that. Each time you placed his hand on your face, or your leg letting him touch your soft skin. Making sure he knew that it was something you loved about him.

"I know Castiel, that you're weary of touching me or holding my hand. Letting your hands wander over my skin. I want you to know that it's a feeling I adore, a feeling I crave when you're gone too long. Your hands may be tough but I knew from the minute you touched me, held my hand, that that's where they belonged. I love you Castiel, every part of you, every scar, every ounce of pain isn't just yours. Everything you feel you have to carry on your own... you don't have to. You're human now and I am going to take care of you like you've always done for me."

You sleepily said. Taking one last look at Castiel you smiled and fell asleep. Making sure to hold him close so you knew he was safe.

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Strange human emotions

Summary: Castiel has been experiencing some rather strange emotions, especially ones that revolve around you.

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: No one really writes about Cas, and it’s a shame because him, Sam and Dean are my absolute favorite. But I hope you enjoy ;)

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He could feel it coming up again, that same burning feeling in his chest that keeps him up deep into the night. Not that he can sleep to begin with, but still the feeling invaded his every thought as he waited for you and the brothers to wake up.

Cas didn’t know how to explain it, these strange human emotions that he had learned over the years, he didn’t understand them. He knew the ones that you and the boys had taught him, how it helped him learn to express how he felt to others. And he was truly grateful for it.

But, the ones that he was never taught always worried him. Like when he could feel when someone is staring at him, even though nobody is in the room with him. Or even worse when you are near, or when you touch his shoulder when you walk past him, or how about when you speak to him so beautifully that he feels his stomach churning into a weird fluttery feeling.

There must be something wrong, Cas would conclude, pacing the bunker’s library in the dead of night. Maybe you had been taken over by a shapeshifter and this was the universes way of warning him.

Yeah, that had to be it, but how would he tell Sam and Dean that? For Chucks sake you are one of their closest friends, how could he tell them that they would need to kill you?

No. No, he couldn’t kill you. He just needs to figure it out a bit more by morning, he couldn’t just go on a killing spree. It wouldn’t be right.

But if you were in danger or you are the danger then he would need to speak to the brothers about this. But, how?

Cas sat across from you and Dean, Sam to his right of the booth as he stared out the fogged window. The falling snow momentarily capturing his attention, the way each flake was built uniquely different from the other.

It amazed him how something so beautiful could end up in a world like this.

“Hey, Happy meal.” Dean suddenly spoke up, dragging Cas away from the window. “You gonna focus, or are we gonna have to tell you while we fight the sons of a bitches?”

“I’m focused.” Cas told the older man, his hands coming to rest in his lap.

“Mhm, yeah sure.”

Sam cleared his throat, turning his computer to face the others as he began to explain the current case to them. “So, Sophia Cocklen had reported her husband missing, nearly a month ago. And as of three days ago both her brother and eldest son have disappeared as well.”

“Has to have something to do with the men,” you spoke up, dipping a French fry in your ketchup before popping it in your mouth. “Because Sophia’s sister, mother and two daughters hadn’t been touched at all over the past month.”

Sam nodded, clicking on another tab as some police reports popped on screen. “That’s what I thought as well, but the thing is that none of them have any bad records on there name. And…”

Sams voice seemed to drift off, running farther and farther from his ears as the same burning feeling began to arise from his chest. He glanced at you for a quick second, the way you looked at your work and took it seriously. The way your eyes seemed to have a small sparkle in them when you spoke.

And especially the way your hair slightly fell in front of your eyes, hiding that sparkle that made his stomach erupt. It made him want to reach over the table and push it out of your way, just so he could catch another glimpse of…

You pushed your hair out of your face, halting Cas’s thoughts completely. Why was he thinking that? What were you and the boys talking about? Why did his body’s vessel feel so warm and sweaty? Was it getting hotter? What if you had turned evil? What if this was your way to slowly kill him off?

Him. Castiel, an angel of the Lord. Struck down by a woman that was more than likely possessed by a monster.

“Cas?” You questioned, facing the angelic being who seemed to be almost in a trance. “You alright? You look like your sweaty.”

Cas pulled at the collar of his trench coat, the feeling of sweat sliding down his neck. Boy, did he hate how the human body can physically act when you don’t need it to.

“Yes,” He told you rubbing his hands against his pants legs. “Yes I’m fine it’s just a little warm in here is all.”

“Really?” Dean asked, taking a quick sip from his lukewarm coffee. “It’s pretty cold in here to me, what about you Sam? Y/n?”

“Dean.”

“I’m just saying, you gotta focus in, Cas. You’ve been acting real edgy for the last couple of weeks.”

“I’m fine,” Cas told him, trying not to drag the situation down the rabbit hole. “It’s probably just… allergies.”

The boys and you shred a quick look with one another, knowing well enough that angels don’t have allergies. “Cassie?” You questioned leaning forward onto the table. “You don’t get allergies.”

Cas felt his face warm up, “That was just the first thing that came to mind.” He told you, his fingers fiddling with one another. “That’s what you all do.”

Dean smacked his lips, letting out a quick ok before continuing with his conversation. “As I was saying we need to go and search every place that these men where last seen at. And normally I would say go by ourselves to save them, but I’m not so sure what we are up against just yet. So Sam and I will head down to the bar the brother was last seen and Cas, you and Y/n can go and search the junkyard.”

Everyone agreed to Deans order, quickly finishing up their lunch before they need to head back out. Well almost everyone agreed. Cas sat there in his seat, pondering if he should pull Dean or Sam aside and ask if these feelings he is getting about you is bad or good. Because he does not want to harm others but at the same time he didn’t want to hurt you either.

He wanted to beat his head against the table, the thoughts that raced through his mind aggravated him. But what could he do about it? Wait… you and him were going to the junkyard to search for clues of the missing family members, he himself could interrogate you there. But, how?

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At the junkyard, you and Cas kept you voices low, barley speaking a word to one another as you inspected the place. Your flashlight shined about the place, scoping out any and all items that could appear useful for the case.

“So, Sam said that the dad and son used to work here. Almost like a father-son business, you know?” You told him, shining the light in the angels direction, mindful not to blind him in the eye.

He nodded, unable to stop the fluttery filling the further he walked with you. It was killing him, he wanted to ask you what you were doing, because he knew for a fact it was neither of the boys. But, at the same time he didn’t know how to bring it up.

On one hand he could slowly bring up the topic, have a simple conversation before he would ask you. Though, on the other hand, he could just flat out ask you if you were trying to kill him. Because, that’s what it surely felt like. That you were killing him slowly and purposefully.

Cas came to a quick decision, he would hold a conversation with you then ask you. Simple as that, no harm no foul.

“Cassie?” You asked, that soft voice of yours causing his chest to burn and his stomach to twist into knots. What the hell were you doing to him? “Are you alright-“

“Are you trying to kill me?”

You were shocked by his sudden question, his straightforward tone and seriousness catching you off guard completely. “… No?”

“It sure doesn’t seem that way.” He continued to accuse, folding his arms over his chest like he’d seen Dean do plenty of times before. “Would you care tell why you are trying to kill me?”

“But, I’m not?” You told him, voice uncertain and slightly laced with worthy. “Why would you think that?”

Cas glanced around the junkyard, almost as if the answer was somewhere written in the piles upon piles of junk. “My chest has been burning every time you come close to me, or how about when my stomach make me feel like my vessel is going to induce vomiting. When I know for a fact that I don’t eat anything to make it do so.”

You stood silently, letting the words sink deep into your skin. His chest burned? His stomach felt like he was going to throw up? Why the hell would he have thought that you were trying to kill him? It honestly just sounded like his vessel was sick, or maybe he—

You cut your thoughts short, and it suddenly clicked in your mind. A sly smile gracing your lips as you walked towards the angel. “Oh, Cassie~” You sang out, free hand coming to play with the sleeve of his trench coat. “Do you have a crush on me?”

Cas furrowed his brows, eyes dancing across your face as you came closer. “…No? At least I don’t think so.”

A chuckle left your lips, standing up on your tip toes you gave the angel a quick kiss on his check. Watching as a light blush crept upon his cheeks. “I like you too, Cassie.” You turned back to the junkyard, flashing your light at an empty bathtub and broken mattress, leaving the poor angel stuck in his spot.

Cas lifted a hand to where you had kissed him, the ghost of your lips making his heart stutter in his chest. Damn you, he thought to himself. Damn you and these strange human emotions.

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