#Dom!Jensen

[hellhoundsprey]

plus (n)one

Title: plus (n)one Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55695415 Ship: J2 Rating: explicit Tags: secret relationship, workplace relationship, fear of intimacy, topping from the bottom, dom/sub, dom!jensen, bottom!jensen, sub!jared, top!jared Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Word Count: 7 k Summary: For someone who ‘doesn’t do relationships’, Jared’s boss’ boss is pretty clingy.

[deansbeer]

୨ৎ ﹒ DEAN eatin' you out like a man who's starved. mhm. 🤰🏻

⎯⎯ warning(s) smut | oral sex ( F RECEIVING ) | pussy slapping | dean is a fuckin' tease but wbk | mild degradation | edging | rough sex | praise kink | DOM!DEAN | dean's a lil freak 'n loves when reader begs for him. ఌ︎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

it's supposed to be a lazy day. nothing to do, nowhere to go, just the two of you tangled in bed. but DEAN has never been able to keep his hands to himself when it comes to you. and now, you're spread out underneath him, a complete mess, his broad shoulders keeping your thighs pinned wide as his mouth works you over like it's his favorite fucking meal.

"dean—fuck, i can't," you whimper, your hands gripping at the sheets as his tongue flicks over your clit, slow and deliberate. he's been at it for what feels like forever, switching between sucking, licking, and teasing until you're trembling, your body so sensitive you can't think straight.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, and the cocky grin on his face makes your stomach flip. "can't?" he repeats, his voice low and playful. "nah, baby, you can. you're gonna."

you start to protest, but the words die in your throat when his fingers slide into you, curling just right, and his mouth is back on you, relentless. your hips buck against him, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but his free hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place.

"DEAN!" you cry out, your voice breaking, and that's when he does it—pulls his mouth away just enough to slap your pussy. not too hard, but enough to make you yelp, your whole body jolting at the sharp sting.

"shit," he groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches you squirm. "look at you, darlin'. so fuckin' pretty when you're like this. all worked up f'me."

"you're such an ass," you pant, glaring at him, but the heat in your voice is undercut by the way your hips roll, seeking more of his touch.

he smirks, his fingers sliding out of you only to deliver another quick slap to your slick folds, and you gasp, your back arching off the bed. "yeah?" he teases, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. "an ass who's got you drippin' all over the fuckin' sheets, baby."

"de, please," you whine, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. more of his mouth, his fingers, his cock—anything, everything.

"please what, baby?" he murmurs, kissing his way back up your body until he's hovering over you, his cock hard and heavy against your thigh. "tell me what ya want."

"you," you manage, your voice shaking. "just fuck me already."

his grin widens, and he leans down to kiss you, slow and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "thought you'd never ask," he mutters, lining himself up and sliding into you in one smooth thrust.

and just like that, your lazy day is anything but. <3

[deansbabyangel]

wanna wear my jacket? — a dean winchester drabble

summary: reader gets cold during a hunt, and dean takes the chance to tease her before giving her his jacket.

includes: fluff, pet names (sweetheart, angel), protective dean vibes, playful banter.

the wind was biting as you trudged through the woods, every step crunching against frozen leaves. you pulled your arms tighter around yourself, wishing you had grabbed an actual coat instead of your trusty flannel.

“you okay back there, sweetheart?” dean called from up ahead, turning to look at you. the smirk on his face told you he already knew the answer.

“fine,” you huffed, even though your teeth were practically chattering.

he raised an eyebrow, slowing his pace so he could walk beside you. “fine, huh? ‘cause you look like a popsicle.”

“i forgot my jacket, okay?” you admitted, pouting a little as you tried to rub warmth into your arms. “it didn’t match my outfit.”

dean let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “your priorities, angel. they never fail to amaze me.”

before you could come up with a sassy reply, he was shrugging off his leather jacket and holding it out to you.

“here,” he said simply.

you blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “but, dean, what about you? you’ll be cold.”

“sweetheart,” he drawled, draping the jacket over your shoulders, “i’ve been through worse than a little cold. plus, watching you turn into a human icicle ain’t exactly my idea of a fun night.”

the jacket was warm, smelling like leather and faint traces of his cologne. it was so big on you that the sleeves hung past your fingertips, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“thanks, dean,” you murmured, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“don’t mention it,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately. “but if you ever leave your coat behind again, i’m making you wear one of sam’s hoodies. no more fashion statements on hunts, got it?”

you giggled, wrapping the jacket tighter around yourself. “got it, boss.”

dean smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you both continued walking. “good. now let’s finish this up so i can get you back to the bunker and warm you up properly.”

a/n: aaa this is so soft i could cry!! pls let me know what you think + feel free to send requests my way!! i love writing fluffy dean moments <3

[strawlessandbraless]

Supernatural 9x22 // Stairway to Heaven

Dean can’t help but make it sexual, and Cas is like - just give me a chance

[sadistic-kitty5601]

I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY SUB SOLDIER BOY (Ben from The Boys) SO I'LL DO IT MYSELF.

Warning!!! Sub Solider boy, smut with plot, DETAILED AND LONG NSFW PART, handjob, edging, overstimulating, anal fingering (Him receiving), 2 orgasms at the same time (Him also receiving)

Summary: You finally managed to make Soldier boy 'open minded', and it definitely pays off...

Soldier Boy had some...unfair opinions when it came to women, and he didn't hide it, nor felt much shame in it, it was just how he was raised, and with his stubbornness, that was how he was and how he will think. It's as simple as that. It didn't mean he couldn't love women, he just couldn't love them in the...’correct' way. If it wasn't for his amazing looks, he'd be pretty lonely. Throughout the years of being a 'man' and a superhero, no woman really stood up to him when it came to his misogynistic beliefs, and when they did, they were too 'emotional' or 'offended' for his liking or understanding.

Well, that was until he met you. You were a mature, intelligent, and beautiful woman, who was also a supe. A real dame. However, that wasn't what gained his respect for you, what really gained his respect for you was how you didn't take any shit. Any of his shit. Every time he made a snarky, misogynistic, or sexist statement, you didn't 'over react', go along with it, or scoff at him, you simply told him he was wrong, staying calm, resilient, and firm. Of course, this resulted in you two fighting a lot, but that's what caught his attention, you challenged him. That's what he really needed, a woman who challenged him, even if he'd never admit it.

But, this was back in the day, before he was frozen...So what about now?...

Due to your power, which was physically warping reality (Sorry, it's the only other cool power that doesn't make you age physically), you didn't physically age, you kept yourself alive, but did lose your position as a superhero, later, parting with The Boys. Then, Soldier Boy was found—blah, blah, blah, you already know.

After getting everything settled, Billy Butcher made you babysit Soldier Boy, and obviously, you two had a lot to catch up on. At first, it wasn't too smooth, you began educating him on the norms, new technology, words he couldn't use, everything. It was a lot to process for him, and naturally, he made a comment about how 'men used to be real men back in his day' and 'women need to step down. You began to speak on it, expressing your opinion, something Soldier Boy secretly missed, loving the boldness and firmness in your tone, which he immediately blocked out. What was he thinking? Instead, he pushed back with his own opinion. This started a debate...except, something was..different? Why wasn't he interrupting you? Why was enjoying this? Why was he...understanding?

After this argument, which surprisingly ended on a good note, you two began to make good progress. Soldier Boy often went to you when he had a question about today's society, Y'all's conversations became more playful, less aggressive, you two became more flirty, even. You two always had some sort of lingering tension back in the day, but now? It was at a peak! Something was bound to happen...

You two were at the place, sitting on the couch as you looked at some papers, records, basically studying to get the upper hand on Homelander. Soldier Boy sat there in his robe, making conversation with you. "Y'know, you were always such a dame." Soldier Boy bluntly stated, smirking ever so slightly at you. "Really? You were never too bad yourself." You returned the playfulness, looking back at him. There was a pause. You sat up, getting closer to him. What was this? No, you both knew damn well what it was. Suddenly, both of you threw yourselves onto each other, lips crashing together, wasting no time getting your tongues into each other's mouths. Your hand cupped his cheek, the other wrapping around his neck as his hands wrapped around your back and waist. It quickly got hot and steamy with your heavy breaths, his rock hard cock standing up in his robe, and intense kissing, tongues swirling around, battling for dominance as your hands explored each other's body's. Deep, deep down, you both ached for this moment so badly, now and even back then.

Maybe all of your conversations on making him woke really did work because somehow, he ended up on bottom. His robe already open, exposing his chest area, fingers intertwined with your hair, his legs wrapped around your waist, letting out groans every now and then. I mean, this was some of the most intense action he's gotten in a long time. Sure, he's had sex with 1 or 2 girls by now, but it wasn't really close, nor intimate, just penetration, then cumming. But this, this was different. You two were close and had so much pent up tension, it was truly a lot. You finally broke the kiss, both of you catching your breath, panting. He mischievously smirked up at you, letting out a gruff chuckle. "Damn.." You chuckled in response, returning his smirk with a teasing grin. "Need a break?" "Psh, hell no." He responded as his grip on your hair got slightly tighter. He wanted more. "Just surprised you're on top—" He said as he immediately pulled you back into a passionate and almost desperate kiss. You reciprocated the kiss with the same energy, one of your hands sliding up his leg, tugging at his robe.

He let out a soft groan as he felt your hands begin to strip him. "Someone's impatient.." He mumbled against her lips with a teasing smirk as he helped you out with his silk robe. Now, he was just in his boxers, his cock twitching with impatience against its confines. Then, you two quickly began to work at taking off your shirt, throwing it to the ground, next to his robe. He bit his lip as he slid his hands up your waist, seeing your bra cup your breasts perfectly. "Fuck, you ladies are always like fine wine." His hips twitched up slightly, seeking any sort of friction, way too horny right now. You grinned deviously as you sat right on his bulge, earning a guttural groan from him. "Someone's desperate." You gently ran your fingers down his chest, teasing his nipples. His breath quickened as he looked up at you. "You're such a tease-c'mon, be that bold woman like you usually are." He gripped your hips as he grinded up into you.

You nodded. "Of course, handsome." You immediately leaned down and began ravishing him, leaving a trail of hickeys and sloppy kisses starting on his neck, passing by on his collarbone, down to his chest, as your tongue glided across his skin in all the right ways, causing him to grind up into you harder, seeking more friction as he groaned deeply and moaned softly, biting his lip and closing his eyes, enjoying the sensations. You came back from eating him up, admiring all the hickeys you left on him. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. "Don't stop now." He muttered out in a hoarse voice, his bulge desperately twitching against the fabric of your clothing. "Oh, I won't, baby." You said as you hopped off his crotch, crawling down and grabbing ahold of his underwear, pulling down. His hard cock sprung out immediately, which caused you to chuckle. "Wow, Ben, you're already so hard for me." He grinned smugly. "What can I say? With a pretty face and a sexy body like that grinding up against me-oh shit—" He was quickly cut off by your tongue swirling around his dick, lubing it up essentially.

After his cock was all wet, your hand wrapped around it. "Ready?" You asked with a smirk. "Work your hands already, woman." He said impatiently, trying his best to keep his hips from twitching, ultimately failing. You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" You began to stroke his frenulum with some decent pressure, your other hand getting to work on his tip. His breath hitched as both of his most sensitive spots were targeted. He put his hand up. "Wha-H-Hold on a minute! Let me..adjust.." He said, his voice being laced with embarrassment. "Speak to me with respect then." You said in a more authoritative tone. He grumbled, rolling his eyes with a nod. You began to slowly stroke the shaft part of his hard cock, being a bit more gentle...Though, you had way more planned for him. He leaned his head back with a content sight. "Oh come on, you can go faster than that." He said in a snarky tone. You obliged, stroking his cock faster, making sure to focus on the tip more. His groaned and nodded. "Yeah, that's good." He bit his lip, looking down at you, his cock twitched from the sight of you.

I wanna save you time, so I'll just say, this went on for..a while. Why? Because you edged him at least 5 times. At first he was annoyed and confused, which then subsided into desperation.

"If you really wanted to cum...well...you'd ask." You smirked, slowly and painfully stroking his sensitive frenulum, squeezing his cock, watching him twitch and squirm as pre-cum leaked from his red tip. "Fuck...I should've fuckin' known-mmmgh." He thrusted his hips up in your hand, his breathing being ragged. "C'mon already, make me cum.please." He breathed out, his eyebrows furrowing as he gripped the pillow next to him. "Well, there is another option, it'll double the pleasure even." You offered with a devious grin, your other hand giving his balls a slight squeeze, causing him to moan. "What's-What's that, huh?" He swallowed down the moans that so badly wanted to be let out. He needed to cum so badly. "Fingering you." You bluntly stated. "What?" He almost looked offended.

A thousand years after teasing and convincing.

"Alright, alright. Fine. As long as you promise to let me cum." He said, closing his eyes..it felt so demasculating and humiliating. "I will, I will, I know how this is for you." You licked your two fingers, (Yes, I know that's not enough lube, just pretend it is) sliding one in. He grunted, it felt a little painful for the first few seconds.. that was until you immediately targeted his prostate. It was definitely a new feeling, but it felt real good. He let out a quivering moan. "What the fuck was that?" His breath began to become heavier again. You smirked. "You like that, huh?" Your fingers began to slowly pump into him, rubbing against his prostate each time as your other hands began to work at his tip and frenulum, stroking them. Right now, you were hitting three sensitive spots all at once, and he was writhing in pleasure. He panted, his abs flexing as he let out strained moans and practically wheezed breathes as he tried not to seem like he was enjoying himself.

You leaned back up to kiss him, he immediately accepted, taking this as an opportunity to hide some moans of his. His legs twitched and quivered as you slid your knuckle against his prostate, your hand slicking against his aching cock. He almost whined when you squeezed his tip. You then broke the kiss. "More? 'Cause I've got more tricks." He managed to focus his eyes onto you. "Y-Yeah-sure, why no-" He was suddenly cut off by the sensation of..vibrating? Right up against his sensitive spots. "Oh fuck—..oh fuck, oh-fffffuck!— How the hell are you doing that?-Hauh." Now he was really shaking, squirming around, his hands frantically feeling around to find something to grip on, which ended up being your arm and the couch, holding onto it for dear life as he let moans and groans slip out, one after another. "A magician never reveals her secrets.." You replied cheekily, beginning to kiss down his neck. He gulped, trying to catch some air as you sped up your pace, now being less gentle with him, which caused his eyes to roll back. Your fingers went in and out of him faster, your hands stroked his cock in all the right places, all while vibrating at the same time...it was almost too much...

Was this overstimulation? It was almost painful, but in a good kind of way, it was like you wanted it to stop but needed it to keep going. "I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna blow my load right now—" He strained out, panting as his legs squirmed around. He looked up at you with desperate eyes, his hand now gripping your shoulder tightly. "Don't stop-don't you dare fucking stop-ah-y-you promised..ttto not..stop!" He was almost growling now, he truly did need to cum, otherwise he'd lose his mind. "You're right, I promised, so cum, bust all over everything." You nodded as you stroked his tip faster, your hands now pumping straight into him, stroking against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes— c'mon!-" He moaned out, reaching the peak of ecstasy. "Ohhh, fuuuck, Y/N!" He moaned out as he threw his head back, tensing up, twitching and shaking violently as a load of semen squirted out of his cock, even having a prostate orgasm. This was the most intense orgasm he's ever had, probably because it was two big O's. He shook and moaned for a solid 30 seconds before he managed to calm down a little from the intense high.

There was a big mess to say the least. His cum was all over his abdomen, your hand, the couch. "Shit, you were seriously pent up. You alright now?" Now, he was able to make coherent thoughts instead of just, 'Oh fuck’ "Probably because you edged me five damn times-" He quickly shut up when he saw you lick his cum off your fingers, feeling a little tingle. "Damn, you know how to play my cards." He grumbled, lazily smirking, causing you to chuckle, grinning along with him.

Needless to say, he enjoyed himself quite a bit.

THE END.

[babyjakes]

not trying to play. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | nipple play

pairing | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader

warnings | reader is so subby, soft babie!! sort of dom!jake vibes ig?? it's jakey so all those fun petnames :)!!! tummy rubs <3. teasing. nipple play. begging if you squint. just foreplay in this one, but taking things further is implied.

word count | 502

an | hehe dis one is dedicated to my angel my babie my sweetie pie @brandycranby, a little while back you were thinkin a lot about nipple play (and i know how much you love acnh!!) so i thought this would be a fun little piece to write for you!! i don't write nearly as much nipple worship as i should, i hope you enjoy bby!! <3

"Look Jakey, Rosie moved in!" Your thumbs swirled happily over the joysticks of your controller as you directed your little character across the screen. Jake had been sweet enough to hook up your Switch to the big TV in the living room, allowing you to show off your game as he held you contently in his lap.

"Rosie," the blonde repeated after you as he saw the indigo cat pop up on the screen. "She's so cute, baby. Her house is so pretty!" His efforts to follow along and engage with what you were showing him were endearing, but his gentle hands creeping up to rest on your sides suggested he might have more in mind than just an innocent gaming session.

You giggled quietly as his teasing fingers rubbed faint circles over your tummy. "Tickles," you hummed softly as you did your best to focus on the game.

"Does it, honey?" Jake grinned, leaning his head forward to sneak in a kiss on your cheek. "You're so silly, sweetie. Just be a good girl for me and keep playin' your game, okay?" Your chest filled with butterflies as his voice dropped down to that yummy, rumbly part of his register. Watching you squirm softly beneath his gaze, Jake smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing to you; turning you to water in his hands was something he took great pleasure in.

You gulped, managing a nod in response. As you did your best to continue through your on-screen tasks, the man's practiced fingers slipped silently under your shirt, pausing to give your bare belly a few loving strokes before venturing upward. He was quick to undo your bra's front clasp, pulling the garment's straps down and away from your shoulders with ease. As he brought a cool hand up to cup each of your breasts, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"J-Jakey," you mumbled, now feeling hopelessly fuzzy and distracted.

"Shhh, sweet girl," Jake murmured soothingly, working your soft skin between fingers, "don't mind me. Just playin' with you, cutie." When he brought his thumbs and pointer fingers up to begin gently pinching at your hardened nipples, you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little whimper the man behind you had ever heard.

"Oh baby..." his voice dropped even lower as he rolled your tender little knots of flesh between his fingers. His tantalizing touch sent tiny sparks shooting up through your nerves, causing heat to pool in your chest as your breaths picked up in pace.

"Jakey," you whined again, your voice wobbling as it came out just short of a plea.

The blonde chuckled at your desperation, cooing as your thighs began rubbing mindlessly together in an attempt to ease the friction building down in your core. "Okay, okay," he gave in as he reached around to take your controller from your shaky hands. "I'm done teasing, baby. You need me to carry you?" he asked knowingly, nodding in the direction of the bedroom.

[pssy-wagn]

Day 18: Drag

And this is why Castiel is a Dom/Top

[crossroadsangel67]

🤍 MASTERLIST 🤍

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU…

- are a minor (entire blog is 18+ and i will block you)

- ship w*ncest or any other form of inc3st

- hate gay people lol i’m gay as fuck

- are racist or sexist or just pretty much if you’re a jackass

- are gonna play around and steal my work, c’mon now

- are an asshole, you aren’t welcome here! <3

IN THE WORKS

- dom!dean fucking the reader over a pool table

- dbf!dean x reader

- reader sucking dean off + fingering him for the 1st time

- dean and the reader in the backseat of the impala

- dean taking the reader’s virginity (m!reader version)

ONE-SHOTS / DRABBLES

he’s desperate in bed, 18+ (dean winchester x reader)

somnophilia, 18+ (dean winchester x reader)

REQUESTS

getting out his anger, 18+ (dean winchester x reader)

taking your virginity, 18+ (dean winchester x f!reader)

AESTHETIC BOARDS

christmas as dean winchester’s lover

dean and castiel winchester, destiel day 2024

[yanderejustforyou]

Bully

Sam x dean (sam top)

In the dimly lit room of the bunker, the tension crackled like electricity in the air, a palpable force that made the hairs on the back of Dean's neck stand on end. The faint glow from the old overhead lights bathed the space in a muted ambiance, shrouding the walls lined with books and weapons in shadows. Sam, his younger brother, leaned casually against the desk, his tall frame towering with an effortless confidence that Dean both admired and secretly resented. Dean, the older Winchester, was sprawled on the couch, his posture relaxed but his mind racing, his hazel eyes darting toward Sam as he fiddled with the remote. He was trying to focus on the TV, but it was a futile effort, one that only highlighted how distracted he truly was.

"You know you’re hopeless, right?" Sam’s teasing voice cut through the tension, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he shot Dean a sideways glance.

Dean shot back, a scowl creasing his brow, but the look was more playful than angry. "I’m not hopeless, Sammy. Just… busy." His heart raced, the playful banter providing a comfort in the electric atmosphere.

"Busy with what? Watching infomercials?" Sam stepped closer, his teasing demeanor challenging Dean's attempt at indifference. "You might as well get a hobby." He leaned down just enough to lock eyes with Dean, a spark of mischief dancing in those warm brown depths. The challenge in Sam’s gaze stirred something deep within Dean—a rush of excitement tangled with a hint of frustration.

"Yeah, well, at least I’m not the one always staring at my brother like a lovesick puppy," Dean retorted, trying to reclaim some semblance of control over the situation, or at the very least over his own thoughts.

Sam's smirk widened, an expression that only heightened the tension. He leaned in further, his voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper. "Is that so? Because it seems to me like you can’t keep your eyes off me. Kind of pathetic, don’t you think?"

Dean’s heart raced at the implication in Sam's words. It infuriated him how easily Sam could read him, how he wielded that knowledge like a weapon meant to disarm. "You’re pushing it, Sam," he cautioned, though the lack of real sting behind his warning belied how much he was enjoying this dangerous game. The heat surged in his cheeks, a mix of irritation and undeniable desire swirling within him.

In a swift motion, Sam seized Dean’s wrist and yanked him upright from the couch, the suddenness of the action catching Dean off guard. "You like it when I push, though. Admit it."

Dean swallowed hard, feeling his defenses crumble in the face of Sam's dominance—this bold, playful side he had always adored. "You’re a real piece of work, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you’re still here, aren’t you?" Sam’s grip tightened just enough to elicit a thrill running through Dean’s body. "You want this, Dean. Stop pretending otherwise."

The air thickened around them, laden with unspoken words and desires that hung heavy like a storm about to break. Dean’s breath hitched as Sam leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. There was a glint in Sam's eyes—something both playful and dark—that sent shivers racing down Dean’s spine.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Dean challenged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Sam chuckled softly, the sound curling around Dean like a warm blanket, igniting something primal within him. "You really want to find out?" In that heartbeat, he pushed Dean back against the couch with a force that caught them both by surprise. Dean’s breath hitched again, but this time the thrill was intoxicating, washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Now you’re just being a bully,” Dean half-heartedly protested, trying to push Sam away. But his feeble attempts failed miserably as he found himself captivated by the sight of Sam looming over him.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Sam’s voice took on a teasing quality, but there was an underlying seriousness that sent an electric jolt through Dean. “You crave it, Dean—me being in control. You like knowing you’re mine.”

In that moment, Dean couldn't deny it. The truth settled heavy and undeniable between them. But instead of fear, the realization filled him with a deep sense of belonging that soothed his chaos. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he admitted softly, surrendering to the very essence of his desire.

With a triumphant smile that lit up his face, Sam leaned in closer, their lips nearly touching. "Then let’s stop dancing around it."

“Let’s stop dancing around it,” Sam whispered, his breath teasingly warm against Dean’s lips.

Dean swallowed hard, his pulse racing in a blend of anticipation and yearning. “So, what’s next, genius?” he attempted to tease, fighting to maintain his composure despite the overwhelming intensity threading between them.

But rather than reply with words, Sam closed the gap, sealing the unasked question with a kiss that made Dean’s insides feel like molten lava. It started slow, an exploration of shared breath and burgeoning need, before igniting into something more fervent and demanding. Sam’s hands tangled in Dean’s hair, gripping tightly as he deepened the kiss, artfully tilting his head just so.

Dean couldn’t help but groan into the kiss, feeling the weight of Sam’s body pressing him further into the worn fabric of the couch. It was dizzying, intoxicating—the taste of Sam, the warmth of his body, everything enveloped him. Just as he thought he might lose himself completely, Sam pulled back slightly, eyes darkened with a mix of desire and mischievous delight.

“Tell me what you want, Dean,” Sam breathed, his voice thick with anticipation, as though this were a competition the two of them were utterly invested in.

Dean gazed up at his brother, heart hammering painfully against his ribcage. “You know what I want,” he replied, his voice steady yet laced with urgency that grew with each fleeting heartbeat.

“Yeah?” Sam’s smirk only deepened as he brushed his thumb across Dean’s jawline, his touch sending shivers down Dean’s spine. “Then I want you to say it.”

For a moment, Dean hesitated. There was something raw and vulnerable about saying the words out loud that made him shiver. But the look in Sam’s eyes—a potent mix of challenge and affection—was enough to shatter the last of Dean’s defenses. The walls he had carefully erected crumbled in an instant.

“I want you to take control,” he confessed, each word dropping like a weighty anchor in the stillness that enveloped them.

“Good boy,” Sam replied, triumph dancing across his features as he leaned in once more. He claimed Dean’s lips again, this time with an intensity that sparked every nerve ending, igniting explosions of sensation that coursed through Dean’s entire body.

Sam’s hands roamed with determination, exploring Dean’s body with a newfound sense of ownership. With practiced ease, he grasped Dean’s wrists and pinned them above his head, holding him captive in a way that only made Dean hunger for him more, deepening the kiss and entwining their souls in heated rhythm.

Dean strained against the hold, muscles taut with a delightful mixture of frustration and exhilaration. “Easy there, big guy,” he chuckled breathlessly between kisses, but the truth was he was reveling in this aspect of their connection.

“You’ve given me the reins, Dean,” Sam murmured against his skin, trailing hot kisses down to the sensitive skin of his neck. “And I intend to use them.”

Dean shivered under Sam’s touch, hot chills racing down his spine as Sam found that sweet spot just below his ear. He felt totally vulnerable

[moonligsposts]

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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[found--family]

criminal that no one has arted straddlegate from jensen's pov or underbear from misha's pov or the serenade from either of their povs

[deansbeer]

⊹ ﹒ 𝝑𝑒 DRENCHED IN SIN ﹒†  

𓋜 ׅ 𓂃 © cosmicanakin ݂ 🐄 ࣪ 𝆬 ᜔ 𖨂

YAP SESH! new layout isn't as pretty as the one i use for my blurbs 'n drabbles—at least i think they are—but i wanted to try it out. neither is it a guarantee the layout will stay this way either. so ignore my old layouts for my other FICS, BLURBS, & DRABBLES. they're all SO disorganized 'n honestly? 'm too lazy to reorganize 'em.

WARNING(S)! smutty smut smut | oral sex (f!receiving) | squirting | praise kink | teasing | DOM!DEAN | S9!DEAN | dean's lil scruff | pure filth | overstimulation. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

୨ৎ CREDS @pommecita 4 LACE BOW DIVIDER !

୨ৎ JENSEN'S LIBRARY.

it's been weeks. weeks of shitty motels, long drives, and even longer hunts. but now, you're finally back in bed with dean, and he's got that mischievous glint in his eye that makes your stomach flip.

"'m telling you, sweetheart," he drawls, his cocky smirk widening as he kneels between your thighs, spreading them wider. "you can do it again. you squirted all over me last time."

you groan, covering your face with your hands. "dean, that was a fluke. 's not gonna happen again."

he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his scruff scratching your sensitive skin. "a fluke, huh?" he murmurs, his lips trailing higher. "guess i'll just have to prove you wrong."

before you can argue, he's already between your legs, his mouth hot and wet as he drags his tongue through your folds. he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth like he's starved. the sound he makes—half groan, half growl—has your back arching off the bed, your hands twisting in the sheets.

"shit, de," you gasp, your legs trembling as his tongue flicks over your clit again and again, each stroke sending sparks shooting through your body.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, his green eyes dark with hunger. "god, i missed this," he mutters, sliding two fingers into you with ease, curling them just right. "missed the way you taste, the way you fall apart for me."

you bite your lip, trying to keep your moans quiet, but it's useless. his mouth is back on you, his fingers working you over with expert precision, and you can already feel the pressure building low in your belly.

"dean," you pant, your hips bucking against his face. "'s too much. i can't—"

"you can," he cuts you off, his voice muffled against you. "c'mon, babydoll. give it to me."

his tongue and fingers move faster, relentless, and you're trembling so hard you can barely breathe. the coil in your belly tightens, tighter and tighter, until it snaps, and suddenly you're cumming so hard you see stars.

"oh my god—dean!" you cry out as your release gushes out of you, soaking his entire face and your thighs. you try to squirm away, embarrassed, but his big palms clamp down on your stomach, holding you in place.

"oh no, you don't," he growls, his lips brushing over your sensitive clit as he keeps you pinned. "that was fuckin' beautiful, sweetheart. you're dripping all over me."

"dean, baby, stop," you whine, your face burning as you try to push him away. "you're gettin' it everywhere."

he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your slick folds before pulling back, his face and chest a mess but looking completely unbothered. "sweetheart," he says, wiping his forehead and mouth with the back of his hand, "if you think i give a shit about getting messy, you don't know me at all."

before you can respond, he's crawling back up your body, his lips crashing into yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "you're fuckin' incredible," he murmurs against your lips, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your slick folds. "and now i'm gonna fuck you s'good, you'll make an even bigger mess."

and knowing dean, you don't doubt it for a fucking second.

[deansbabyangel]

hidden treasures — a dean winchester drabble!

summary: dean discovers reader’s hidden stash of plushies during the day, leading to a playful and sweet moment.

includes: fluff, pet names (sweetheart, angel), ddlg vibes.

dean was walking through the bunker, looking for you. it was midday, and he was curious about what you were up to. as he passed the bathroom, he noticed the door slightly ajar. he peeked inside and found you rummaging through a cupboard, a soft blush on your cheeks.

“hey, sweetheart, what are you doing?” dean asked, stepping inside.

you jumped slightly at his voice, turning to face him with wide eyes. “oh, hi, dean! i was just… um… looking for something.”

dean raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “looking for what?”

before you could answer, a small plush bunny tumbled out of the cupboard and landed at his feet. dean picked it up, a smirk spreading across his face. “what do we have here?”

your blush deepened, and you nervously fiddled with your fingers. “it’s… it’s my collection. they make me feel safe.”

dean chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled out more plushies: a little lamb, a teddy bear, and a few others. “you’ve been hiding these from me, angel?”

you nodded shyly, looking down at your feet. “i didn’t think you’d understand.”

dean’s expression softened, and he walked over to you, pulling you into a gentle hug. “hey, it’s okay. everyone’s got their things. and if these make you feel safe, then that’s all that matters.”

you looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with affection. “really?”

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice low and reassuring. “really, sweetheart. besides, they’re pretty cute.”

you giggled softly, snuggling closer to him. “thank you, dean.”

dean squeezed you tighter, his heart swelling with warmth. “anytime, angel. now, let’s find a nice spot for these little guys, okay?”

you nodded eagerly, and together you arranged your plushies on a shelf in your room. as you stood back to admire your handiwork, dean wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“see? they look perfect there,” he said, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“they do,” you agreed, leaning into his embrace. “thank you, dean. for understanding.”

he kissed the top of your head again, his voice a soothing whisper. “anything for you, sweetheart.”

a/n: OMGGG this is my first thing on here!! i hope you all love it!! requests are open (please check my info linked to my pinned post before requesting) + anons are always welcome!! <33

[samanddean76]

Title: After Hours Assignment

Ship: J2 | Word Count: 805 | Rating: Explicit

Major Warning: None Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Businessman Jensen Ackles, Businessman Jared Padalecki, Established Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Blow Jobs, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Office Sex, Jensen Only Calls Him Mr. Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Kinktober Prompt: Office Sex

Summary: Jensen is always having to stay late to help out on Mr. Padalecki's latest projects. But he's not complaining, not at all.

Written for @spnkinkevents October 6th prompt of Office Sex.

Story on AO3

[pizzagirlxnsfwx]

Was just rewatching the ‘Mark of Cain’ episodes AGAIN, like one does Anddd OMFG!!!

DEAN WINCHESTER WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!

I mean just look at him.. those eyes filled with anger and disgust should make him look undesirable but OH MAN I JUST WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT AND CALL ME NAMES!!!😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh and this scene is from

S9E22 Stairway to Heaven

Timestamp: 16:26