#I feel like jackles would be another one

[rosy-opal-commander]

God damn it.

If the there was different tribes of Norn, in Elona and Cantha with different sets of spirits of the wild...... that would have worked out why Braham couldn't shift into a wolf because the Elona Norn would have had different spirits.

Why did they not do that?!

[malum-af-cth]

favorites of all time!

way way way back when i set up a spam account so i could send myself things i wanted to read later. essentially turning that chat into my TBR. i have sorted through them & i think the first thing to do with this rebrand is to give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. below you will find a list of my favorite reads with their writers & a smol why for it making the list. these are in no particular order. please enjoy!

*this list is 18+. Minors do not interact!*

list below the cut.

*most of these fics either are smut or contain some through slow burn structure. Please read each author's warnings for them before you engage. *

from the last 7 years, i have chosen 20 fics that i LOVE. here we go.

from @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog we have a story i remember getting me excited about what kind of writing could be on tblr. "the arrangement" a lost love fic. 9 parts of love & angst.

2. @sis-tafics out here with a sweet sweet physical innocence trope with the hottie dean winchester. "our little secret"

3. @hrina wrote such a beautiful H. Styles fic about his character in dunkirk. "Il Ritorno" is the first part of 3 fics. i love the little coming home to a new place & new people plot.

4. @supernatural-jackles is the author of one of the only fics to make me cry. "hey handsome" i remember reading this sobbing because i felt the emotions written into this SO deeply. I reached out to them & let them know how much i loved it. & i still love it so to this day.

5. @winchest09 is adding our first dark fic to this list. the slow burn on this one is so so so so good. i found this one a long long time ago & i would say it is one of the first fics that got me to explore the mafia verse "life for rent"

6. @negans-lucille-tblr is giving us another spoicy series up in here & it even has a sequal!!!!! (look down one) the ultimate D/s winchester series. it's oh so good! "you've got me beggin"

7. & for the sequel "Mercy" this series is so good i have re-read both 2-3 times. it felt like crack the first read on both of these lol.

8. oh oh oh okay! this next. one from @pink1031 is probably one of my absolute favorite stucky series. "our best girl" was the fic that sent me down a rabbit hole of stucky fics. i was addicted after this one.

9. @pink1031 is back at it again with the ONE fic on this list i know i have read a minimum of 6 times. it is THAT good. "dirty little secret" was so scandalous and sexy. a J2 fic that had me coming back for more all the time. my escapism really shined with this one.

10. i remember finding "lemon drop" by @impala-dreamer i love the dynamic written here between Sam Winchester x the reader. the intimacy in this one-shot is beautiful. this is something i wish i could have at the end of my days or when i feel like the world is too heavy. i felt seen through this fic.

11. @tuiccim 's style of writing is something i adore & admire. I fell in love through "almost had me believing it" it is truly a work of art. I was immersed into this undercover mission with my man BUCKY BARNES.

12. oh & another from @tuiccim with "Terrigenisis" this is such a good poly-stucky fic. the way it was written felt like it could have been canon.

13. WOAH now! this next one written by @world-of-aus is ICONIC. the universe that is "starkhub" is just so delectable. i remember when it was being published in the beginning i was like a dog with a bone. i will never get enough. I can't wait to see where else it gets taken.

14. this next one is quite possibly one of my favorite mob fics. I have linked the first installment of these lovely smutty stucky fics. "tell me what you want" is the first step into such a delicious universe. thank you @angrythingstarlight for all you write.

15. an absolute banger from @sagechanoafterdark with "codename: Lazarus". i can't exclaim loud enough how good this one is. it had me on the edge of my seat. so dynamic. the order in which you read the parts for this one changes the perspective. don't worry they have put an excellent order at the bottom of the masterlist. :)

16. @avintagekiss24 i wanna start out by saying that I love the space you have created with your blog. when i found "lay me down in the tall-green grass" i thought i found fanfic heaven. i will cherish it always. i kept coming back to this one-shot to relive it as much as possible.

17. i've been thinking about "stained like georgia clay" by @georgiapeach30513 a lot lately. i remember binge-reading it & soaking up every droplet of goodness i could. ;) & that thunderstorm scene 🥵. i'll leave you with that...

18. here lies the "howling comandos tattoo au" that altered my brain chemistry just a little. @navybrat817 stole my heart long before this one dropped. however, this au had me sitting patiently waiting with my hands folded.... um no i was mentally ON MY KNEES.

19. i can confidently say that @georgiapeach30513 's "you were the one" is my favorite Lloyd hansen series ever. i crave a fics that are this good. it all started from a one-shot & then i found out a prequel was being written to it & i screamed in excitement.

20. A quality fic that i have had actual dreams about in the past. comes from @themhoodgirlz . for my 5sos girlies out there "close" tingles my brain in the right ways. i reminisce about the dynamic these two have. years ago when i was a BIG 5sos stan i lowkey hoped & dreamed for that to be me lol.

alright, alright, alright. that concludes my first rec list. I want to thank all of these amazing, amazing authors who have shared their skills & talents with the world. your works have given me sweet escapes, brightened my days, & expanded my love for all of the characters & ppl you write for. <3 all my love,

prynne

[smellingofpoetry]

Drowning

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester (Soulless!Sam), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Summary: And, sometimes, it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering in search of him.

Square/s Filled: “Squirting” (@spnkinkevents), "Free Space" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Wap - Cardi B"(@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: angst, smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, face fucking, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 3173

Beta: @snowlovespie

A/N:  Hi!🖤 So, I wrote this story for the fantastic @negans-lucille-tblr and her blogiversary. Congratulation on your achievement, love! My prompt was this one: "Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.", you'll find it in bold. I decided to experiment a bit this time, so here we are with my first fic about Sam. I really had fun writing this one not only because I went out of my comfort zone, but also because I ended up writing something quite different from the usual with some usual plot twist, 'cause you know how much I like them. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. 🖤

Everything had changed after Lucifer and the cage.

She thought the worst was to say goodbye to Sam and learning to live without that giant dork. She wasn’t ready for that - nobody was.

No one told her that losing Sam would mean losing Dean too. He left that same night with a simple hug, a really too-quick goodbye, leaving her behind.

She thought that even if he stopped hunting, they could still keep in touch. She realized her mistake and felt so stupid for thinking he would have answered her. Not while he was busy living a life miles away from her and Bobby. Not while he was committed to a whole new life with his new family – with Lisa.

Yeah, that was what hurt her most. Knowing that somewhere else he was laughing and kissing and sleeping with the same stranger, someone who wasn't her.

She shut close her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of all those images.

God…she felt so stupid, still thinking about him after all this time, and the nights were always the worst because it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering.

Missing Dean came in waves, and tonight – oh tonight – she was drowning while staring at the bottom of her half-empty glass.

She downed the rest of the whiskey and immediately asked for another round, taking the glass in her fingers with a deep sigh as the bartender served her again.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Y/N murmured, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the whisky in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. She slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

Sensing someone had taken a seat beside her, she opened one eye to glance at the newcomer, relaxing immediately when she recognized Sam.

Right, Sam.

He was back. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but he was back, and that was what mattered - that and the fact that he wasn't a demon.

At first, when she saw him in Bobby's living room, she hoped they could just pick up where they left off. Until Bobby made her realize that wasn't going to happen. It was a very short conversation, consisting of two sentences.

Two sentences that, to that day, she didn’t know who hurt more – her or Bobby.

At least she had Sam back, which was both good and bad. Don't get her wrong: she was happy to have her friend back. Still, sometimes it was hard to look at him without thinking of Dean. Tonight, was one of those times.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?”

“Bobby told me where to find you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam raised his arm and motioned for the barman to bring two more drinks.

“What do you need?”

“Why do I have to need something?”

“Because that’s how it usually works with you, guys.”

Sam smiled and raised his hands in surrender, knowing full well that she had caught him.

“Alright, alright. I thought we could have celebrated your birthday together.”

“Thanks, Sam, but I’m not in the mood.”

Sam took the drinks and thanked the barman. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Y/N.  He remained silent for a few seconds, just staring and studying her more.

“Is this about Dean?”

Y/N scoffed at his words, looking at Sam as if he were nuts to even think such a thing. Well, he wasn't, but she had to keep what was left of her dignity.

“What? No.”

Sam frowned in disbelief. Y/N glared at him, hoping he would drop the subject, but he seemed to be on a different frequency lately.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know you used to spend all your birthdays with Dean. I was there a few times, remember?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and letting Sam know how annoyed she was with him at the moment.

“Okay, fine, so what?”

“So, don’t let that stop you from celebrating, just because he’s not here.”

She sighed and looked down at the glass in front of her.

“He’s out there leaving his life and, sooner or later, you have to move on, and this seems to be a time as good as any.”

Y/N glanced at him, knowing he was right, and there was nothing she could say about it. She sighed, defeated, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips.

“So…”

She paused, looking to Sam for help. He seemed to sense her hesitation, so he grabbed both glasses and handed her one, which she took.

“So, we’re going to celebrate, you and me. I know I’m not Dean, but I promise you, we’ll have fun.”

They clinked the glass together before gulping down the whiskey.

They drank, laughed, and danced until the bartender hadn’t almost kicked them out. She really had had fun, though. Y/N hadn’t laughed that much in a very long time, and neither of them was ready to end their night.

So, they kept moving until they stumbled into Sam’s motel room, and one thing led to another. She’d known it was a big mistake the moment their lips touched, but that hadn’t been enough to stop her.

She couldn't even blame the alcohol. She could only blame herself and her weakness, but a year was a long time, and she longed for someone's touch. And even if Sam wasn't the one she really wanted, he was at least the one who was close enough to her, and that thought alone had hurt. So, she kissed him harder, and he kissed her back, matching Y/N same hunger. With their mouths pressed together, they began to push and pull their clothes off.

Their shirts were the first to hit the floor, leaving them both panting. Their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. Y/N felt too self-conscious as she tried to unbutton her jeans. She unzipped them and let’em slide down her legs. Sam watched her every move, licking his lips in anticipation.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that. She shuddered as she unhooked the clasp of her black lace bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Sam grabbed her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was rough and messy. He bit his lip and then ran his tongue over it. And just as he cupped her breast with his hands, Y/N wondered if Dean would have kissed her in the same way. Sam's fingers pinching her already hard nipples pushed that thought away.

She reached for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers. The boxers were next. Pulling them down enough to free his cock, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the tip. At that, Sam moaned into Y/N's mouth, bucking his hips against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it with his fingers to encourage her to kneel, and she took the hint.

She stroked it and, not taking her eyes off him, licked a strip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum.

Y/N couldn't resist, so she took him in her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on his length.

Would Dean taste the same?

Would he moan the same way?

She got wetter and wetter with every lick, moan and thrust. Releasing Sam's cock with a loud pop, Y/N breathed deeply as she stroked his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls. He grunted, tightening the grip on the back of her head as his hand replaced hers on his shaft.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth as she was told and stuck out her tongue. At the sight of Y/N on her knees in front of him, Sam growled and slapped his cock on her tongue once, twice, three times before pushing it through her lips.

She took it in, sucking as best she could, as Sam jerked his hips back and forth.

Y/N felt saliva running down her chin as he mouth-fucked her. With both hands on his hips, for balance, she closed her eyes.

She had spent several sleepless nights imagining herself kneeling, with Dean's cock in her mouth, fucking her the way Sam was doing it. And on those nights, the thought alone had made her come on her fingers all the time and one flick of Sam’s fingers on her clit would have had the same result in that moment.

Sam rocked in and out until he felt too close to the edge, so he stepped back, helped her up and quickly crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back as his hands moved down her body, searching for her panties. He tore them off and slid his fingers between her legs, which she spread a little, moaning at the feel of his fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodding at the question, her eyes never leaving Sam's. He pressed his forehead against hers, mingling their breaths, grinning.

“Liar.”

Her eyes widened, but she had no time to say anything as he slid two fingers inside her, pushing them faster and faster, eagerly nipping at her nipples with his lips, making Y/N thrust against his hand.

“Oh, God…”

Y/N whimpered, clenching tightly around his fingers while he kept moving them, working her through the orgasm.

When it became too much, he slid his digits out and brought them to her lips, and she promptly welcomed them, sucking and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.

When she let them out, Sam captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss and urged them both towards the bed.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her over. Once her back was pressed against his chest, Sam's hands moved up Y/N's body, cupping her breasts and enjoying every moan as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed.”

Sam watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, making him growl at the sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Unable to resist the urge to taste it, he stood behind Y/N and licked and sucked her folds once, twice, three times.

She bit her lips and gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Sam trailed kisses up the skin of her back until he reached her shoulders, sinking his teeth there and making her moan. She had never been more desperate to fill that void.

He nuzzled her neck, licking a strip of skin, holding her in place as he took his cock to rub it a few times across her wet folds, grazing her opening with the tip.

Y/N closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling herself stretch around his girth inch by inch.

Once buried inside her, he stood still, giving Y/N time to get used to his size. Panting into her ear, his hands roamed down her body to pinch her perky nipples. Sam moved his hips back, already feeling her breathing get heavier, feeling how wet her pussy was getting and how tight it was clenching around his shaft, so he pushed into her again. She tried to move, desperately wanting him to go a little faster, a little harder, but Sam was quicker, stopping her hips with his hands, slowing the pace.

One of his hands gripped Y/N's neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, she humored Sam's hips as best she could, feeling the wetness slide down her trembling legs.

Would it have felt that good to have Dean inside her?

Usually, it was – in her dreams at least. Dean would fuck her that way, with his chest pressed to her back, a hand around the neck, and the other rubbing her clit just the way she liked it.

At that thought, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and slid a hand between her legs to rub the already hardened clit.

Sam lowered his gaze, shuddering at the sight, and as a result tightened his grip on her neck, loving the way Y/N instantly squeezed his cock, feeling her become even tighter than she already was.

She gasped as Sam continued to move at a brutal pace, wanting nothing more than to feel her finally start to come around him.

Which she did the moment she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan with pleasure.

Y/N felt the orgasm overwhelm her and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“D… Sam!”

She bit down on her lips, squeezing her already closed eyes even tighter, and her cheeks turned red from the embarrassment of having almost moaned out the wrong name.

Sam had to smile at that, giving her a few more thrusts, letting her ride out the orgasm, and only when she collapsed flat on the mattress did he get out of her soaked pussy, causing Y/N to whimper at the loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her wild heart, and as Sam helped her turn over to lie on the bed between the pillows, she saw him towering over her with a grin on his face.

Blushing and out of breath, she let her eyes roam over his sweaty body, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock, opening her legs and welcoming him between them.

Sam moved closer, running his hands up and down her legs, leaning in to greedily search for her lips.

Y/N kissed him back with equal intensity, running her fingers through his long hair, pulling it tighter than she intended and getting a slap on her red, sensitive pussy.

Moaning, she grabbed his hard cock and pumped it quickly, while at the same time Sam slid two fingers into her slit and fingered her vigorously. 

She felt herself getting wetter than she thought possible as Sam continued to hit her G-spot.

Unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he was willing to give her, she let go of his dick and gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curling in anticipation.

“F-fuck…”

She cried out, collapsed and spilled onto his hand, legs shaking and breathing heavily as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He looked at her in awe before pulling his fingers from her still throbbing pussy, sucking and tasting them with closed eyes.

As soon as Sam opened them, he looked at her before placing both forearms on either side of her head and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth and kissed her hard and deep, letting Y/N taste herself on his tongue.

She responded to the kiss with everything she had and felt him fill her again in one quick thrust.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

Sam groaned, pounding her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She arched her back and wrapped both legs around his hips. She could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her thanks to this position, and with the feeling that he was close, she clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good.”

“Yeah, come for me, Sam, please.”

She felt him tremble between her legs, and with three more powerful thrusts he burst inside her, leaving Y/N whimpering as she felt Sam's cum filling her.

His groans echoing through the walls.

Minutes later he stopped in her tight heat, running his fingers along her side, noticing her chest still rising and falling slightly, he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.

His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and kneading it a few times between his fingers. Then, he let go and stepped out of her warmth.

Y/N shivered at the air hitting her warm skin as Sam put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider and staring at her glistening slit.

She was so fucking beautiful, all spread out for him, just him, and Sam always wondered what it would feel like to have her like that and, fuck, if it wasn't worth it.

So, he couldn't really understand why he hadn't made a move sooner.

As he watched his cum ooze out of her used pussy, Sam moaned, biting his lips, trying to hold on until he couldn't.

“Fuck it…”

He leaned down and licked at her folds, tasting her and himself on Y/N's wet skin.  The moment she felt his tongue, a long moan escaped her lips, so she slipped a hand between her legs and ran her fingers through Sam's hair.

He kept on slurping at her pussy, then slid his tongue into her slit, feeling Y/N instantly buck her hips into his mouth.

She was a quivering mess, lying on the bed with her legs spread and Sam's head between them, not really sure how much longer she could hold out.

But she couldn't help imagining what someone...

No, scratch that.

What would Dean have thought if he had walked in the room just then? What would he have thought, seeing her being fucked by his brother?

Y/N bit down on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back, still rocking her hips to indulge Sam's tongue.

She cupped her breasts and promptly pinched the hard nipples, trying to get rid of Dean's image, his hands, his lips, but those green eyes seemed to haunt her everywhere.

“Come for me, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Uhm… can’t.”

“Yes, yes, you can. One more time, c’mon.”

Sam's tongue filled her again as he rubbed his skilled fingers over her clit, and in no time, she could feel the pleasure building again.

Her head was still so full of Dean's image as she came on his little brother's tongue that Y/N had to bite down on her own to keep from moaning the wrong name, which was right there, about to slip past her lips.

He drank all of her juices, only letting her go when it became too much for her, and Y/N's leg immediately collapsed on the bed as she tried to get over her high.

Sam rolled over in the sheets beside her, licking his lips where he could still taste her. He glanced in Y/N's direction with a lazy smile on his face, then caught her lips for one last kiss before getting up to disappear into the bathroom.

Y/N stood still, breathing heavily, and staring at the ajar door. And even if she could still feel the buzzing in her body, she forced herself to get out of bed, ad the reality of what had just happened hit her with full force.

Picking up all her clothes, she dressed as best she could and slipped out of the motel room. Once outside, she leaned against the cool wall, breathing in the night air.

What the fuck had she done?

[scoobydoodean]

Can we assume that there are so few Sam people that they can’t even win polls when they cheat? And if that Jared poll is correct most of the fandom doesn’t like him either. Only like 27% of that poll loved him completely. The rest have no so positive feeling about him. The math of these polls interests me as much as the outcomes.

I honestly don't think SPN polls mean anything. Like they are fun for discussion and a little friendly competition can be enjoyable, but that really is where their value ends. The sample sizes are usually wack, and even when we frame the sample as "spnblr/tumblr users opinions" specifically, we still don't have a randomized sample of respondents. Polls spread from spnblr community to spnblr community through reblogs in deeply non-randomized patterns, and to only the groups of people who are really interested in them, and that creates serious selection bias.

Our fandom is honestly pretty segmented. There's almost a wall between the samgirl/wincest sphere and the destiel/deangirl/casgirl sphere where almost completely separate metas and fanworks usually circulate because the aesthetic interests and vision of the show is typically so different between the two groups.

Even within each of those two larger spheres, there's even more division (to see a small piece of what I mean, check out my venn diagram about fandom feelings on jackles). Like I'm pretty sure there are more than a few groups of samgirls who don't like each other. I mean that isn't shocking considering there'a a group of about 30 hardcore Jared stans on this site who sit around in a knitting circle all day wishing death on actors wives and kids and complaining that Jared's dick isn't being perpetually sucked. I'm pretty sure most samgirls know to avoid them at the least (?). Even within the J1 community, there was a split over intercommunity racism a few years ago where people mass unfollowed each other. So polls don't spread organically (and in many cases, can't because of blocking). Polls generally start with a blogger with certain aesthetic interests and values, and are unlikely to leave their larger sphere unless the topic is of interest to the other large sphere. A week long poll will slowly spread to other little pockets of fans starting with people who think most similarly to the OP. People with generally the same beliefs are therefore exposed to the poll for a longer period of time and therefore have a longer amount of time to get online, see the poll, and vote. Which means wherever a poll originates, that community more broadly gets a "head start" in pushing their opinion most of the time and that can generate a lead that's difficult to reverse early on also because of the larger stock of reblogs sitting in that community slowly collecting votes.

Like if I started a poll right now of "who's the best SPN character", it would immediately take off with deanfans, pushing Dean into the lead, and then probably circulate to the casgirl community (except for the deancrit casgirl subsegment with whom I am mutually blocked lmao). Because samgirls overwhelmingly do not like me or anyone I associate with or at the very least have no interest in what interests us about the show, the poll would in most cases take a couple of days to reach them if it circulated enough to ever reach them at all. I could literally identify by name and on one hand the followers I have through whom posts I make can potentially spread to samgirls and bibros, and if they don't happen to be online at the time or just don't care, Dean (and likely Cas as well) could be pulling ahead for days before Samgirls caught wind of the poll. Put another way, the poll would circulate among the deangirl/casgirl/destiel sphere for a whole week, but only among the samgirl/wincest sphere for 3-4 days maybe. So even if the fanbases were of equal size (which I don't think they are) samgirls would still not be exposed to the poll as long as deangirls and casgirls were, creating a large selection bias. On the other hand, if a deancrit samgirl posted that same poll, the exact opposite would happen with Sam taking a commanding lead immediately. The larger size of the bubble we're sitting in and circulating the poll enough (out of indignation or whatever) might cause a reversal, but it would be more difficult.

TL;DR Samgirls can and have won various polls and I'm sure they win them legitimately on many occasions (though they have cheated in external polls I hosted in the past—it only takes a couple of people!). They certainly don't always need to cheat and it takes a certain type of person to be passionate enough to do that. Sometimes Sam is also just a reasonable choice for a poll and he does great! But also Tumblr polls have zero meaning. I just don't put any stock into them unless it's fun.

[lol-jackles]

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Anonymous asked: I’m a complete outsider in whatever hell is going on here but I feel like you should let go of this person. Obsessing over them like this can’t be healthy

Goob: As a complete outsider, jump off a cliff. I’ve been getting harassed by her for three solid years, your tactic doesn’t work. This isn’t “obsession”. This is her getting the attention she’s been screaming for for three years while mind-raping me and using pictures of me for her sexual fetishes. Absolutely not. I stop when she dies.

If you don’t like it, fuck off, I will literally drag this bitch into the dirt after the three years of harassment she’s caused me in real life, online, multiple servers, fandoms and websites. Absolute rotten festering cunt. She was literally goddamn warned to stay off my dick, once every three months, for three fucking years, and she was still riding it and starting shit, so now I’m ending it. And the opinions of motherfucking people who care about me fucking up their fictional angel feed really do not fucking matter. She relies on weak ass opinions like this so she can keep on keeping on with her horse shit, and no, it’s over. You will literally have to ban me from the entire internet to make me stop before she dies or surrenders. It’s that simple. I am DONE.

I need you to comprehend I left this bitch three years ago, after she cheated, malignantly plotted to evict me to replace me with a new bf once she got her first check but let me pay the bills, and has since still absolutely stalked me everywhere anyway, invaded my servers, ripped off my face, my religious practices (badly), has been doing outright goddamn blasphemy, is grooming her friends into fetish roleplays using my fucking face, and she just invested SEVEN. GODDAMN. MONTHS. trying to invade YET ANOTHER FRIEND GROUP OF MINE to cause shit, and she got busted, and now her ass is on fire.

IT’S DONE. WE’RE DONE. THE MERCY IS GONE. SHE LETS US GO OR SHE DIES, IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

She wants me to be a demon, I’ll be a demon. She even signed to me. Moron.

Truly this woman was so obsessed she sat in a goddamn furry porn server for half a year trying to sniff out my friends and investors elsewhere. Like she was literally wailing trying to find the contact for one of my main business investors. To start more shit with, of course. Sis, that man let me do 13 billion dollars in damages to WB by proxy. He doesn’t care about your pissmoaning.

This isn’t “obsession”. This is me being tired of hers, and taking any means necessary to end the harassment I’ve been enduring on every possible front for literal years. Even if it means helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is. I’m fuckin DONE. Like, literally, nothing of value would be lost. It’d actually be a net benefit because she’d stop scamming people with her octopus jibberish, plagiarized lines, and outright blasphemy of the god she claims but refuses to read the doctrine of and teaches contrary to.

She truly feels special cuz she can bullshit up some vague horse shit about someone’s grandma to make them feel better then writes retroactive dreams, like the one that only prophecized to her that she was about to get her cheeks clapped, after she got clapped, but she swears she had a vision dream that morning. ok. the other seven months?

Like the whore is even posing right now writing her fanfiction like it’s proof of something compared to my statistics. Yeah I too can shit out narrative horse shit, Shealyn. That doesn’t make you a mystic. She’s basically charging people for her obsession with me, her roleplay fetish, her schizophrenia and a big fat bucket of blasphemy she’ll rot in the void for. And drag some nice little practicing christians with her.

Am I christian? No. But I respect the texts enough to know what she’s doing is deeply fucking these people up. Like, they’re neither following Hermes nor Yahweh’s doctrine, they’re just following whatever octopus jibberish horse shit she hallucinates. It’s literally a cult. A cult she groomed into humping a copy of my face. Like a psychopath.

And no, that’s not the hyperbolic internet use of cult. It is the literal definition of a cult, wherein no classic doctrine is used, but rather the singular teachings of someone that generally revises other practices, and grooms them out of actually reading anything outside of it and, in this case, into humping pictures of me.

You, too, would be flipping shit if your cheating ex wife was convincing people to basically mindrape you while lying about whatever god or doctrine you follow just to try to copy you. And that’s BEFORE the trying to fuck with every friend group I have and my business. For three. Years. And that says nothing about her refusing to look in the face that she channeled motherfucking anime octopus jibberish trying to copy an inside joke. I use “channel” here loosely, obviously. Truly the most horrific skank I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with. Makes Vinnie and Kelios look like saints. And models. At least they’re under the 300 lb threshold and are open about their delusions being about fictional horse shit. They don’t even CHARGE for us to hear them spread their shit.

Trump deserves life more than this creature. At least I believe he’s genuinely retarded. She only acts this dumb, but it’s a conscious way she makes up for her own insecurities, and it’s by lying her way through to try to look divine. She doesn’t doesn’t care what it does to everyone around her. So yeah. Trump is more human than this creature. And, somehow, in better shape.

So yeah, fuck off. She has till September for part one, until 2027 for part two, until 2033 for part three, and the void beyond that for the rest of her penalties, but for right now, you can sit and spin on part one.

But you know, I think that’s fine by her. She’s too coward to end it herself but already experienced soul death and knows it, hence her refusal to build any actual identity. She’s just a sweaty meatsuit over there now going through the motions, I’m pretty sure she wants the void. Don’t worry bertha, they just have to widen the gate a little bit

well that and he realized you actually do want to die, I think, which is why he specifically opted for the “troll you until you do it yourself” route starting yesterday. Sorry Shea, he refuses to let you warp forcing him to reap you into something you can try to spin as a romantic gesture in hell. Like, he’s pretty sure you’re just waiting to grope him then too. Get away from us, you lying schizo slut.

THE OCTOPUS WAS NEVER FUCKING DIVINE, SHEA. YOU DID NOT CHANNEL THE FUCKING OCTOPESE.

Whoa, Goob is admitting that he will actively assist-suicide his ex-wife her by "helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is." I hope the ex is screenshotting all of this gold.

I'll write a lengthier reaction in the next post to save space. Meanwhile in reference to Goob's Trump mention...

Even Newsweek agreed.

[ribbonprincess]

also

i’m making another jackles insta au and i wanted to know if i can make a little cameo for you in it? like ur user being one of the comments lol??

😭😭I would feel so honored

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/lol-jackles/736795290906017792

he responded to the Q from here:

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/736727142903300096

Yep, I just read through that (as much as my sinus-pressured brain would absorb). He makes some good points, especially about a revival series pulling interest towards the original. I'm still not sure that the WB would produce a reboot, especially if they end up bundling Max with another streaming service. I could see Netflix going that route if they feel the need to generate interest in the OG SPN, but I still think that's doing well enough on its own right now that renewed interest through a reboot wouldn't be necessary.

And of course, there's still the potential of other projects J2 get involved in that could prevent/delay a reboot.

That being said, I hope you liked reading both opinions. One from a lay-person with only a guess and a dream (lol), and another from someone connected to the industry. :)

[wellofdean]

Carlos doesn’t resemble dean in the slightest, they’re practically complete opposites. John is the narrative mirror to dean if there was one, with his “I’m not a monster” thing, and with how Danneel and Jackles have unfortunately made a point to say that supernatural was a love story between two brothers at its core and john and Mary are an extension of that. In the Pilot it’s suggested that Carlos uses his sexuality to sabotage Mary’s relationships because he has a crush on her so I definitely think that their plan was to introduce a queer character just to but him in a het love triangle, in recognition of Cas’s popularity in the fandom. And it’s goofy to think Bolo ties are Deans ���thing” when he wore one in like one episode and Carlos is Latino. If they wanted him to resemble dean they would be dressing him in flannel and leather… and one last thing. Do you not see the irony in you claiming supernatural is about how suffocating and damaging toxic masculinity is, and immediately following that post with a gifset that suggests Dean being at peace is a bad thing because he thrives on trauma and misery? I hated the finale too but that’s just hypocritical

John is certainly A narrative mirror for Dean, but so is Mary, Carlos, Millie... I wrote briefly about what I think is going on in this narrative here. I'm not interested in arguing about this, because it is obvious to me, and I am armed with a university degree in understanding narrative and a longtime obsession with the writings of Carl Jung, so I am pretty confident about what I see happening in it. You will not sway me, and I do not actually care at all, my anonymous friend who is apparently ashamed to own their own opinions publicly, whether or not you agree, and I feel no compulsion to convince you.

I have heard what the creative team behind TW have said, and you and I interpret those things very differently. Additionally, the idea that heart of Supernatural is the relationship between the brothers is one I really don't think is supported by the text especially not by the end of the show. Maybe it started that way, but it didn't end that way. I think the heart of Supernatural is Dean, and like Cas, we care about everyone and everything else in it because Dean does. I am not feeling any kind of way about Sam. His ending was lame, and his party city wig was stupid. I hate that we never see his wife, and he doesn't get what he wanted, but I am not still thinking about his fate AT ALL. If his story was done, it would be just fine with me. Dean is another story. Dean's story is not done, and Dean is the one that so many people can't let go, and that's because his story cannot end the way it did -- that is a broken narrative.

Again, I don't care if you agree or not.

I'm also not saying Bolo ties are Dean's thing. I am saying that Carlos literally wears the EXACT SAME bolo tie that Dean wore. Not just A bolo tie, THE bolo tie. Like, the same exact same one that Dean wore when he made Cas dress up like a cowboy in Tombstone. Little things like that are conscious choices on a TV show where every little thing on camera was placed there on purpose. Finally, there are lots of other things about Carlos that are very like Dean, in fact, when one looks beyond fashion.

Finally, there is no hypocrisy at all in recognising that the Dean we all know and love on Supernatural DOES thrive on trauma. He swims in a soup of it for every moment that we have known him. Trauma is the air he breathes. He is deeply, deeply traumatised for every moment of his existence. That isn't where I want him at all, I want him HEALED, but it is where is IS. He dies traumatically and then goes to a heaven where he just does more driving. I'm sorry, but that is insufficient peace for Dean. He deserves something much richer, deeper and more compelling, and he deserves to be loved, and to be transformed by letting himself love. But, Dean was not given any room or chance to make any kind of peace with his trauma, or to transform in any way. He just dies violently like he was fated to do, and then gets sent drive boring heaven, trapped in eternal stasis. If that is what you wanted for Dean, that's cool I guess, but I think it's fucking horrific, and I do not agree.

Again, I feel no need to convince you. I am just stating my opinions here, because THIS IS MY BLOG.

Finally, stop messaging me on anon. What the hell is wrong with just owning your fucking opinions? I am answering you in a civilised, perfectly normal and friendly way. What are you afraid of?

[wigglebox]

hello i am having thoughts TM

and yes, these are cockles thoughts, and yes it’ll probably get a little tinhatty, but i don’t care. we’re doing what we’re doing tonight, aren’t we?

anyway, first of all, a label doesn’t define a relationship. 

okay that’s out of the way. 

onto what i think it’s going on. 

i think... 

that in the course of his marriage and experimentation and all that, over the years, it's mostly been with another women, by vicki's own words in her book. it feels like that was the trend. [...] ETA: i have changed this sentence to take out indications in the book that he may have been with men. i typed it odd and realized i implied that. [...] idk if it ticked enough boxes for him. labels mean different things to different people personally when presented with them. 

time goes by, meets jackles. things hit off. a friend mentioned men in woods sounded tentative, and i agree, and i’m sure plenty of y’all felt that too. i am also one of those little monsters that thinks it’s about jackles, personally. 

like he did not intiate anyhting in that poem. something happened in that poem for it to be included at the end of that section of love, especially when the first poem in that section is about someone else making, i assumed vicki, happier than misha made her feel. i’m free for different interpretations on that, since i’m admittedly not that great with poetry lol.

so the last poem to me, MIW, is about someone who makes him feel happy.

but god as my witness i don't think he thinks a a few trysts as part of a threesome or whatever with a dude over the course of his marriage and then one relationship that's really deep in several kinds of ways with one other man is enough to convince misha he's anything but straight with some fluidity thrown in there.

i think he's been opening up more, however. i and a lot of others, maybe you reading this was thinking that too. that cas and pride month post, wearing pride merch outside of pride month etc etc. 

one thing from his thread that stood out to me was this 

i think he needs to talk about it. Or wants to talk about it even. last week, or so, there was an article published by Natalie Fisher. in there she talked about that little cas essay thing that we always hoped he’d publish. in there he said this:

so i don’t think he thinks he’s queer enough to get a queer label or talk in these spaces. 

before I go on, i just want to preface this by saying i do respect where he wants to land. if he says he’s something, by golly i’ll salute and say ‘yes sir’ because it’s his life and that’s what he wants. but straight doesn’t mean the frat bro down the road who has a massive pick up truck and will constantly tell you that it’s only boobs babes and beer in his brain. like that’s not everything. 

there’s a no mans land between what someone can perceive bisexuality or pansexuality to mean, and what they perceive straight to be. i don’t know his definitions. i don’t know how he looks at these things. but we know he’s been kissed by another man, been on a camping trip with them, skinny dipped in a ‘shallow stream’. we also know his other little quips over the years that have indicated more or less why we thought he’d land in Queerland USA. 

clearly that didn’t happen. and personally, and i’m not saying this to invalidate him, but personally i think what he needed is to talk to people about this. idk maybe he’s doing it IRL and we’re naturally not privvy to it. but again, i go back to this part of his tweet

and how he brought up even bisexuality in a little comment about being introverted or extroverted. he didn’t have to do that. and he didn’t have to make the other comments too. 

i think he wants to discuss it, or wanted to. 

but his quip [adhd is a curse] flew too close to the sun. i absolutely do not think the media would have picked up on it if we weren’t parading it around everywhere. but i also fault the media as well, publishing these articles about him without speaking with him, even getting facts wrong about his personal life. everyone has skin in this horribile game so we may as well own up to it. there’s no different between a reporter assuming what his words meant, and us assuming what his words meant. 

so again, i do think that he wanted to talk about it but it’s been a hard conversation to have. 

and now idk if we’ll ever get it. 

the press got ahold of it and once it hit people magazine, i think this is what happened [warning, tinfoil on!]:

1) he now realized he couldn’t really talk about it anymore. 

2) i truly think those articles were a little scary and was getting out of hand. the articles named his children and his ex wife. he has to make sure they’re okay. his kids are getting older, they’re online now. idk if they have twitter or anything but peers may, and peers may see his name trending and click on it wondering what’s going on. protect the family. 

3) any confirmation that he considers himself slightly off the path of straight now opens up people to pry into his private life. you know what’s just beneath the surface of ‘is misha bi????’

cockles shit. you don’t think the press can find this stuff? someone posted about them living together after that tweet last summer, based off of information they had received [which, unrelated but slightly related, very not cool at all wtf]. you don’t think a journalist won’t find misha’s poly comments? his wife’s book? dig up old gossip on jensen of all people? and i bring him up especially because that man has already had gossip columnists accusing him of being gay since early in his career. there were gossip blogs claiming j2 were a thing so much — why would misha want him to go through that again? takes maybe a night of digging through things and receipts. we documented that shit well. 

so that leads me to 

4) protect friends, but especially jensen. like okay again, very VERY tinhatty, but if we’re taking an objective eye to this, it’s clear that even if they’re just friends, they’re pretty damn good friends. with all the jokes over the years, all of our own receipts and speculation, all of the past context a journalist needs to dig up rumors that jensen is, once again, ~*gaaay! oooohhh!!!*~ that’s not great news. 

and from there that’s how Dee gets roped into it, that’s how THEIR kids get roped into it. they’ve had to deal with these allegations before, and they’re pretty private as a family. don’t want to drag people through that. 

so

if misha decided to yoink a label that he didn’t feel comfortable yoinking in the first place, but decided to yoink a queer label without meaningful discussions with people about his sexuality, like he clearly has on his mind, then that would have opened up family, friends, family OF the friends, his whole life up, others’ whole lives up...

and we know what hollywood does to men when this happens. 

no, i don’t think misha intentionally sabotaged himself in the name of cockles or whatever, but i do think this is a multi-faceted thing. 

he’s straight, by his own definition. but it still doesn’t feel like the whole story. and all we can really do is just keep holding hands with him and hope one day there are things he can tell us.

[lulu-zodiac]

what do you think are some underrated but strong cockles moments that new shippers might not be aware of?

p.s. love your blog!!!

ooooh this is a great ask!! thank you <3

there are SO many that come to mind because honestly the dumpster is just that deep at this point, but i think my top ones would have to be:

1) misha's reaction when he's asked if he's kissed jensen

this is the ultimate underrated moment for me i think, and definitely one of the moments that tipped me headfirst into the dumpster because holy FUCK. how ridiculously awkward and shy and panicked misha gets over this has to be one of the most revealing cockles moments ever for me, because this is just NOT the way you'd ever respond unless you had very definitely kissed that person.

2) the way misha plays into jensen's cowboy kink

the cockles joke on the mockumentary, misha dressing up as a cowboy when they do the panel in dallas, teasing jensen about it during panels etc... who do they think they're kidding???

3) misha literally showing jensen his semi when he thinks the crowd can't see and jensen LICKING HIS GODDAMN LIPS in response

i mean. i have no words. there is NO platonic explanation for this in literally any universe.

4) jensen guiltily getting caught staring lovingly at misha

this was another one of the moments that absolutely threw me deep into the dumpster because oh my GOD. his face says it all. i feel like this is talked about a reasonable amount, but it can never be talked about enough for how insanely loud it is.

5) "who's going to clean that up?"

fucking hell. this was flirty as FUCK.

6) this early tv interview where the sexual chemistry is through the actual roof

every time i watch this i'm legitimately two steps away from breaking out in hives from the sheer INSANITY of the chemistry. you can literally see how aware they are of each other, how much they're leaning into each other's body language and trying to impress each other and they're both just SO GONE. it's a total mess.

7) jensen having to... ahem... keep his hand in his pocket right after a whole bunch of touchy feely whispering from misha

part of me wants to know what misha whispered in his ear just before this, part of me wants absolutely no part in it. i feel like this is very underrated for how obviously suspicious it is lol.

8) the sheer PANIC on jensen's face when a fan says that misha mentioned jensen has videos of him

poor, silly jackles and his not so miniature breakdown over this. i feel like we don't talk enough about how totally revealing his level of panic is about the kind of misha content he actually has on his phone...

9) jensen not wanting to know the colour of misha's underwear because it would be a "spoiler"

i literally don't even know what to say about this. fucking hell jensen.

10) jensen unintentionally letting slip he woke up next to misha and then having a visible meltdown about it

some of my all time favourite cockles underrated moments have to be the ones like this, where an offhand comment reveals something very domestic and everyday about their relationship. this is such an underrated moment for me - the slip is so natural, which suggests that jensen often wakes up next to misha; if it was a one time thing then it's not the kind of thing that would have just slipped out in conversation. also, jensen's visible panic about having said it is SUPER revealing.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Feral (Part 9)

Summary: The Winchester’s pleasant morning is interrupted when the police arrive at the front door. Thanks to some quick thinking they leave without discovering who Y/N and Dean are but the event makes Dean recall something about the night he was taken and gives the group the lead they were looking for...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Quote E “Why? Why would you risk everything for one person?”

Word Count: 4,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, mention of kidnapping, heavily implied abuse (non-graphic)

A/N: Also written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story bingo. Enjoy!...

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“Hi,” said Dean when you woke up the next day. He was laying in bed, a sleepy smile on his face. 

“Hi,” you yawned, stretching out, jamming your face into his chest. “You are so warm at night. I love it.”

“I think that is the best night of sleep I’ve had in over a decade.”

“Good! You more than earned it. But I am so not a morning person.”

“I don’t think I am either. It’s almost nine thirty. I don’t know if Sam is up yet.” 

“I think what I know of your brother is that he is very much a morning person.” Dean rolled his eyes and you laughed. “What?”

“That kid used to wake me up at like six am. I was hoping he’d have grown out of it by now,” he said. 

“Maybe he made us breakfast? That’d be nice.”

“It would be. But about Sam...is it...can…”

“No more doctor and patient Dean. Say what’s on your mind.”

“I know I’m an adult and we will eventually have an adult relationship and all but I’d really like it if Sam maybe stayed with us for a while. If he’s okay with…”

“Sam is your pack still. Considering everything that’s happened, I think it’s perfectly fine to have Sam here all the time. We don’t send rehabbed Alphas out on their own. We actually make sure they have a stable home and family life to go back to. Plus Sam’s been itching to see you more. He still has work so during the week he won’t be around as much but I think Sam would be more than happy with staying here.”

“Not that you’re not enough. I-”

“It’s a different kind of love and safety. I understand. Why don’t we go see if we can get some breakfast and then take our morning walk. Maybe Sam will even join us.”

“Sounds like a good day to me.”

You rolled out of bed, Dean taking your hand and heading down the hall and stairs with you. The smell of something fresh and yummy hit you, Dean’s eyes wide.

“He didn’t,” he said, walking more quickly into the kitchen until you saw a large pile of cherry danishes on a serving plate. 

“Those are dessert Dean,” said Sam, slapping his hand when Dean reached out for one.

“I was kidnapped for like, a really long time. I ate healthy for years,” said Dean, putting on puppy dog eyes.

“Oh my God. Fine. Don’t blame me when you get heartburn,” said Sam. You smiled and went past to the fridge, pouring a few glasses of orange juice. “Don’t fill up on those. You got eggs and turkey bacon too.”

“What the fuck is turkey bacon?” said Dean with his mouth full. “These are so good.”

“They smell…” you put a hand on his arm when Dean got a little misty eyed, Dean wiping off his face. “Dean?”

“I’m sorry,” said Sam quietly. 

“It’s great. I miss mom is all.”

“Me too. She never stopped looking for you. She loved you so much.”

“Did dad?” he asked.

“He thought, after a point, it was just causing more pain, getting our hopes up over and over. I can’t blame him. I saw what it did to them both. He didn’t stop looking but he changed. Drank even more, preferred how a bottle of liquor made him feel than when he was sober. Mom didn’t even bother trying to stop him. They coped in different ways.”

“So what’d I end up fucking up in you? Dad drank himself to death and mom got let down over and over until she got sick and died. So what’d I do to you?” asked Dean, taking another bite of danish as Sam put a plate of food in front of him.

“You made me want to find you and I think I got fucking close. I have names of fuckers in a file. I got close and if I figure out the next link with some hard evidence, I think I can bring down a huge chunk of that fucked up black market.” You and Dean both stared at Sam, his chest puffed out and face frighteningly hard. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry. I really hate those people and what they do to Alphas.”

“If I can help, I will,” said Dean. “I want to.”

“Thanks. I’m not there yet. Soon I hope,” said Sam. You ate quietly, Dean trying a bit of bacon before deciding he didn’t like it. Sam leaned back against the counter, sipping from a large coffee cup. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“We were going to take our morning walk if you’d like to join us. I need you to run a few errands at some point but that won’t take long,” you said.

“I can stay with Dean if you want to get out of the house for a minute,” said Sam. 

“Would you want to go shopping with me?” you asked. Dean raised an eyebrow, setting down his danish. He pointed at the collar on his neck and you nodded. “Next weekend?”

“Okay. If you’re going to the store can you actually get me a few things?” he asked.

“Sure. Just write them down,” you said, Sam closing his eyes. “What?”

“I just remembered. You’re kind of…” he trailed off.

“A fugitive,” you sighed. “I’m not going anywhere for a while, am I.”

“Give it some more time. I’ll get started on your papers when you tell me where you want to go,” he said. You glanced at Dean, green eyes staring back. “Or I can hold off until things are more stable.”

“Sammy, how wanted is Y/N?” asked Dean.

“It’s a felony charge. If she’s caught, she would lose her medical license and face up to thirty years in prison,” said Sam. 

“So that’s...not good,” you said.

“It’s not. But I hope that we can get to a point where Dean testifies on your behalf and we can get the charges dropped. You likely will never be able to practice again but it beats hiding the rest of your life.”

“Testify?” asked Dean.

“Yeah. Say Y/N saved your life, rehabbed you, helped you. I think the best bet would be for Y/N to stay in hiding until after the charges are dropped,” said Sam.

“What if they don’t drop the charges?” you asked.

“Then you’re probably going to have to move to another country without Alpha extradition laws. There’s a case to be made Y/N. Everyone in the country knows about Dean. A jury would be very favorable towards you.”

“Is that what the whole world knows the Winchesters for? They had the kidnapped kid,” said Dean quietly.

“That and our wealth...and our anti-Alpha black market practices. I feel good about the odds. Don’t worry about that shit right now. Whatever needs to be done for you guys to have a normal life together, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you,” said Dean. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you okay with trying to get your name cleared?”

“Sure. I just think when we do decide to do this, I’ll stay away for a while. Just in case it doesn’t work.”

“Okay,” said Dean.

“I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you boys in a minute.”

“Sammy, do you still have dad’s car?” asked Dean, one hand on his thermos filled with coffee, the other wrapped around yours as you walked a few minutes later.

“The chevy? It’s under a tarp in the garage back at the main estate. I haven’t thought about that car in years.”

“Dad ever fix it up?” asked Dean. Sam shook his head and you hummed. “Would you be able to get it here somehow? And some tools?”

“I can do that. You know how to do that stuff?” he asked.

“Dean’s very smart Sam. He knows how to do a lot,” you said.

“Maybe you can show me some stuff. I’m guessing another pair of hands on the car wouldn’t hurt,” said Sam.

“No, definitely not for some of the heavy lifting. Don’t you have work though?” asked Dean.

“I do but I can work from home some of the time.”

“Speaking of which, Dean didn’t you want to talk to Sam about something?” you said.

“Yeah we uh...well I...we...do you want to stay...here...with us?” asked Dean. Sam smiled, throwing his arm over Dean’s shoulders.

“Pass up the opportunity to annoy you to death? Never,” said Sam. “I didn’t really like my apartment anyways. City isn’t really my thing.”

“That’s…” you trailed off, the sound of Dean’s thermos hitting the ground ringing in your ears. You saw a swarm of state trooper cars rush up the driveway, a few going past and blocking the way to the house.

“Relax. Don’t say anything,” said Sam, pushing you both back as a state trooper stepped out of his car. “Officer. There seems to be a problem?”

“Are you Samuel Winchester?” he said, walking over, a few more men out of their vehicles, hands on their holsters.

“Yes I am,” said Sam. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Got a tip that a wanted fugitive was on the premises. A Dr. Y/L/N,” he said, staring at you. “What’s your name?”

“None of your business,” said Dean.

“And who exactly are you?”

“Excuse me but who exactly are you to come to the home of a well known anti-Alpha black market lawyer with dozens of troopers and torment a pair of Alphas meeting with their lawyer?” shot back Dean.

“H-Hallie Brenderson and he’s John Underwurst,” you said quietly. “We were at Heptinpen rehab facility before.”

“Wait here,” he said, going to his SUV.

“What the fuck are you two doing,” muttered Sam.

“Saving our asses from the sounds of it,” whispered Dean. The officer climbed out of the car and walked back, waving his hand, the other troopers piling in their cars to leave.

“Apologies Mr. Underwurst. Ms. Brenderson. Mr. Winchester. We received a tip that Ms. Brenderson was a wanted fugitive, Dr. Y/L/N. She-”

“She was our doctor at one point I think,” said Dean.

“Yes that is what your file shows. Ms. Brenderson you bare some resemblance to the doctor it seems and someone accidentally called in a tip on you.”

“Why do people want to hurt us,” you said quietly, running a hand over your face.

“I sincerely apologize on behalf of the department. We know rehabbed Alphas-”

“Are what?” said Dean. The trooper blinked and Dean narrowed his eyes.

“I think it’s best if you go now. Please do call in the future. A number of my clients have difficult pasts you can understand,” said Sam.

“Yes sir. Apologies for the inconvenience,” he said. He quickly left and you sighed as soon as he was out of view.

“You handled yourself very well,” you said to Dean.

“Yeah well, I wanted to go feral but that would have caused more problems,” said Dean.

“We still have a few problems. Namely who gave you up and who the hell are Hallie and John?” asked Sam.

“They’re two Alphas I cared for last year. They came from the same home. They developed a sort of healthy codependency. They ended up mating despite being both Alphas. They actually look like Dean and me a bit. If I call and speak to them, they’ll lie for us.”

“Why?” asked Sam.

“Because she gave them their life back. The other problem is who gave us up though,” said Dean. “The doctor from before you took Y/N too?”

“No. He’s been on the Winchester payroll for years. I paid him far more than any reward money ever could be and he knows there’s more where that came from. All of the staff here is secure as well. The only other person that knows is-”

“Randy. But he wanted to help save Dean in the first place. He came up with the idea before I even could,” you said.

“I don’t trust the doctor,” said Dean. 

“Dean-”

“I don’t trust the doctor,” he said again, his fists clenching.

“Randy or Dr. Goulding?” asked Sam. Dean looked past your both but wasn’t really looking, lost in a memory. “Y/N what’s he doing.”

“He’s remembering something,” you said, Dean taking a deep breath. 

“De, what’d you remember?” asked Sam, Dean staring at his hands, pushing them together. “Dean.”

“It was a doctor. When they took me, they brought me to a doctor. They drugged me with a whole bunch of stuff. Got rope burn,” he said, still pressing his wrists together, trying to hold onto the memory. “I recognized that house.”

“Are you saying someone involved in your kidnapping, we knew them?” said Sam.

“A doctor that does illegal things on the side. Where do we know where to find one of those?” you said.

“No it wasn’t Dr. Goulding. I know that. But it was someone we knew. It doesn’t matter. We need to get Y/N safe and now.” Sam sighed, nodding his head. “Do we run?”

“I just can’t believe Randy would betray us like that. He wanted to save Dean too. He got in contact with Sam after all. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Sam how good are your staff?” asked Dean.

“The best. Security would never-”

“Would landscaping?” you asked. 

“There was that guy that came inside,” said Dean.

“They aren’t to come inside under any circumstances. Any. They ring the door,” said Sam. “Give me a minute.”

He wandered off and took out his phone, pacing around as you took Dean’s hands, pushing them apart.

“You remember who took you?” you asked. 

“No. But I know I’ve seen the inside of that house I was taken to before. I know it.”

“They were a doctor?” He nodded and you smiled. “Then we’ll have Sam investigate every single doctor your parents ever met. That might be just what he needs to bring down these people.”

“I know. But Y/N you gotta understand...if we have to go to keep you safe, we’ll go. We aren’t arguing about that.”

“Alright,” you said softly, Sam groaning as he hung up.

“Motherfucker,” he grumbled. He joined you both, running his hand over his face. “It was the fucking new guy on the landscape crew. He thought he was helping and nearly had a panic attack when I told him you were skittish clients. We’re safe here. But Roy is moving him to a different crew and apologizes greatly to you both.”

“Good. We’re safe then.”

“As long as the cops don’t try to follow up with those other guys.”

“I’ll call Hallie and John and get it taken care of. Maybe you boys can discuss which doctor could have been involved back when Dean was a kid,” you said.

“Yeah,” said Dean as Sam handed you his phone. “Want us to wait for you?”

“I’ll catch up. Promise.”

Two hours later you were sipping apple cider on the patio, sat on the step and looking out to the back woods. Tall pines and evergreens filled the space along with a few half bare trees, some red and orange leaves still hanging on.

“Hey,” said Dean, sitting down beside you and leaning back. “Sammy’s gonna check some names and stuff, see what he can find out.”

“That’s great. You deserve some justice.”

“Right now I’d rather take you on a date,” he said. You noticed the backpack on his shoulders and he smiled. “Sam’s got to do a few errands for us and I want to take the lead on this for once.”

“Okay. What’d you have in mind?” you asked, Dean holding up a finger and booping your nose. He grinned and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, alright. Surprise me.”

“I think you’ll be surprised.” He stood and held out his hand, lifting you up. You finished your drink and left the glass behind, Dean walking hand in hand with you over towards the right side of the property. “Sammy told me about a little secret this place has.”

“Oh really? What might that be?”

“You’ll see shortly.” He hummed, walking across the yard and finally into the treeline, a small stone path appearing before you. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks, for not giving up on me this week. I really don’t know how you do it.”

“I think when you look at yourself you see a potential monster waiting to snap.” He nodded with a sad smile. “I see someone that needs kindness and compassion and love and a friend and when he gets those things, you’d never know he’s got all those scars.”

“Scars don’t seem to scare you.”

“Everyone has scars. Some are worse than others objectively but every Alpha case from mild to extremely feral, they all have scars and they all need to be treated like a person.”

“I’ve never thought much of myself. Even as a kid. I think I’ll always have to fight thinking I’m nothing more than a violent animal.”

“Anything can be violent when provoked enough. The difference between a wild animal and us though is reasoning and never have you ever been violent towards me. Nothing that happened yesterday was your fault. It was no one’s fault. If you were truly violent, I’d have been killed way back in that rehab center. You are ironically one of the kindest people I’ve ever met you know.”

“Me?” He stopped walking, swallowing thickly. “That’s not true.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t understand how you could say that when every day I yell and shout and do something to fuck up...how the hell am I kind?”

“You can fuck up every damn day for the rest of your life Dean and I’ll be right here.”

“But it’s only because of the bond,” he whispered.

“When you were a scared kid you saved your little brother’s life. You made the best of an awful situation. And you just…”

“I just what?”

“You just…” you shut your eyes, exhaling deeply. “This week has been insane and crazy and I didn’t mean to fall in love with you but that’s what was happening and then I found out about the true mates and I will never be able to prove to you that I am here for more than the fact we have a bond. I can’t prove it. But I need you to trust me Dean. Please trust me that I am here because of you and not a freaking bond. Honey I didn’t even have my bonding gland when we met and I know I’ve felt this way since I first saw you. Alpha please. Listen to me.”

“Omega,” he said, voice warm, something new coming out in his scent. It was rich, like chocolate, a hint of cinnamon. “You smell pretty.”

“You smell intoxicating,” you hummed. You breathed deeply, a pair of lips finding your own.

“I want to tell you something,” he mumbled against you. 

“I love you.” He pulled back, scent rolling off in waves, your bonding gland ready to jump out of your skin.

“I love you,” he said softly. You hummed, Dean kissing you harder, holding your body close to his own. “You and Sam are the only best friends I’ve ever had in the world.”

“I am kind of amazing,” you said. He chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I know. It’s alright Alpha.”

“That wasn’t the only thing I wanted to tell you.” He straightened up and you cocked your head. “I trust you. I wouldn’t love you if I didn’t. Sometimes, most of the time, I want better for you than me is all.”

“I don’t think you’d be you Dean if you didn’t want better for the people you love. I think that is somehow hard wired into you. It’s okay to say I love you too. Most true mates, even if they don’t mate and claim upfront, they do love each other in a very short amount of time.”

“So much for that not becoming dependent on you thing,” he said with a smile.

“It’s not dependency, not like that,” you said. “This is healthy and raw and real and there’s ups and downs but you’ll never in your life be so far down ever again. I promise.”

“Come here,” he said, taking your hand. You walked quietly together for a few moments, a small pond with a dock appearing. There was a small railing around the edge, string lights hung up. Dean flipped the switched on the post and brushed off a few leaves before undoing his backpack and pulling out a thick wool blanket. “Always had this idea I’d take my first girlfriend on a picnic. I thought it was romantic or something.”

He blushed, turning his back to you as he finished setting up, pulling out a cooler with a pair of sandwiches and drinks for the two of you. He gave a nervous smile when he finished, rubbing the back of his collar. 

“Is it corny?” he asked.

“I love it and I love a hopeless romantic. I’ve never been on a picnic before,” you said. You took a seat when he did, Dean thinking for a moment before he took a small rolled up pillow from the bottom of the bag and gave it to you, giving you a cushion to sit on. “We should totally get a pair of chairs and a fire pit and we can sit out here in the winter. Oh we can put up a Christmas tree or decorations. What do you think?”

“I think that sounds perfect.” You took a bite of your sandwich, catching a subtle shift to his eyes. He was in a feral state again. But...he was smiling. No outside stressors. No threats. He picked up his sandwich and ate, smiling around the chickpeas. “This is pretty good actually with the spices and dressing mixed in. One of Sam’s suggestions. I guess he eats a lot of healthy stuff during the week he said.”

“It is good. How do you feel?”

“A little chilly. I probably need a full jacket instead of my vest. I’m okay though,” he said. “I don’t want to rush back.”

“Are you happy?” you asked. He sat back against the railing, chewing with a smirk.

“I got my freedom. I got my girl. I got my brother and I think just maybe we’ll get the fuckers that took me. I haven’t been this happy in my whole life.”

You slid over beside him, Dean turning his head. The feral look was still in his eyes but he was perfectly calm. Happy. 

“Are you?” he asked. 

“Yeah.” You pecked a kiss to his cheek and sat back against the railing, running your finger over the back of his hand. “It’s not how I thought life would go. You didn’t expect life to go this way either. But maybe we just say fuck it to being normal and make our own normal where we’re happy and do what we want.”

“Fuck normal. I’m down for that,” he said. “I was never normal in the first place with our family being the way it is. So yeah, fuck normal.”

“But you’re still gonna be a hopeless romantic right?”

“Pretty sure that’ll still happen. I do, when we’re both safe and free and okay to go out into public again, I do want to take you out and do things though. There are things I want to do.”

“We’ll get there. Let’s get that collar off and give Sam some time to investigate. You can get back out there soon.”

“Y/N Sam will get charges against you dropped.”

“We can hope for that.”

“Yeah well I’m not saying a word without you being free and clear.”

“No Dean. You have to help those other Alphas still stuck in that awful system no matter what.”

“Why exactly is that?” he scoffed. He shook his head, ripping off a large bite of sandwich and swallowing quickly. “Why can’t I have what I want for once? Why?”

“It’s the right thing-”

“Of course it’s the right thing to do. I will do it. I would do anything to help every other person stuck in that horrible back world system. But why can’t I make sure you’re safe first? Please explain that to me.”

“Because it makes you seem like you’re not a good person when I know that’s not true. Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?” He stood up, leaving the dock and walking onto the stone path, placing his hands on top of his head. “Dean what I did is illegal.”

“Just because something is illegal doesn’t mean it’s inherently wrong. Because you’re my mate someday. The world isn’t black and white and you were in the right to save me. You’re the one always saving me. Let me save you.”

You looked to your lap, the air shifting. Dean squatted down in front of you, reaching out, cupping your cheek. 

“You know and I know that I’ll tell the truth no matter what happens. But what’s the harm of a little white lie to get your charges dropped? These people I talk to, they’ll think I’m weird and broken, no matter how well I do on a test or how intelligently I can speak. I don’t care if they think I’m a bad guy for making a deal for you. There’s only two people I care about what they think. So please, if Sam can’t work his magic, will your stubborn ass please let me protect you?”

“Yes,” you said quietly. 

“Thank you.” You nuzzled into his palm, looking at him through your eyelashes. “You are stubborn.”

“Yeah but you like that.” He smiled, letting you pull him back to sitting beside you. “Let’s forget all that crap and maybe you can tell me what kind of haircut you wanted if you still want that.”

“Yeah I’d love that.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

[smellingofpoetry]

A few moments of madness

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: "There were several things he shouldn't have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter."

Square/s Filled: “Titty Fucking” (@spnkinkbingo), Quote J: "Be a good girl and spread your legs." (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles)

Warnings: smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), titty fucking, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 1422

A/N: Hi there! So, this story has been written for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone and her writing challenge - “The make-me-horny challenge”. I'm posting this like at the last second before the challenge ends, but with being busy and my muse not cooperating I think I can consider myself lucky to even be able to post. Now, it seems that every smut I published is worst that the one before, but this time I'm blaming you @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. Your challenge brought out the worst in me. I just hope you're going to like what I came up with. You guys, let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Oh, this one is unbeta, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy! 🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

He shouldn’t have gone to the bar that night, but his apartment felt smaller than usual. He shouldn’t have stayed for another drink because that’s never a good idea. He shouldn’t have even talked to her, let alone brought her back home with him. Not when he had just broken things off with Lisa. In all fairness, he wasn’t the one who wanted to end things two months before the wedding. Still, bringing a girl home wouldn’t have looked that good. Not when she was younger than him and cute - so damn cute - and kind.

He fucking caved, alright?

At least she was just passing through to meet someone. Dean didn’t really pay attention to that part, but the important thing was that he would never see her again after tonight.

There were several things he shouldn't have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter. Not the same counter he used to have breakfast on with his now ex-future wife, but it was the best next thing after the bedroom. He wasn’t ready to fuck anyone on the same bed he slept with Lisa – not yet, anyway.

So, there he was, butt naked, in the middle of the kitchen between Y/N’s opened legs, pounding her pussy. She grabbed him by his neck to kiss him hungrily. Dean kissed her back with similar passion, slipping his hand between their bodies. He rubbed at her clit, tearing out of her a moan; her walls fluttering around his shaft.

“Fuck…”

A long moan escaped his mouth, and after one more push of his hips, he came out of her warmth. Y/N whimpered at his loss. All of a sudden, too empty. She watched him with hooded eyes just in time to see him lower himself. A few seconds later, his head was between her legs, licking a long stripe of her pussy. Y/N moaned with her head thrown back while her hips buckled against his mouth on their accord. Dean licked and sucked every inch of her wet folds, getting harder with every sound she made.

God, he loved to know he was the reason for her moans echoing in the kitchen.

He sucked at her clit one more time before pushing two fingers inside her heat. He got up, his mouth glistening with her juices while his fingers started to move fast inside her. Y/N pushed herself against his fingers, trying to follow his movements, so dangerously close to finally coming. A few more thrusts, and she would have come undone. She could already feel it when Dean removed his fingers. A strangled moan escaped her, followed by a yelp the moment he slapped at her pussy one, two, three times.

Dean leaned closer then, catching her lips in a sinful kiss while his hands traveled along her bare legs, stopping once they reached her hips. He helped her get down the counter in her wobbling legs. Y/N steadied herself with her hands on his sweaty chest. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to let her tongue travel along with the galaxy of freckles on his skin. If only his hands hadn’t distracted her. She followed his movements, founding herself on her knees with his cock, hard and proud, mere inches from her face.

Y/N slowly licked along his shaft, reaching his tip. Swirling her tongue around it, she tasted his precum a few seconds before she took his cock in her mouth with slow, calculated movements, making him groan in frustration. She smiled, pleased with herself, while she kept watching him. Y/N hollowed her cheeks while she fondled his balls with her free hand. Dean’s hips thrust forward on their accord until she let him go with a pop, and way too early - if you asked him. Y/N licked her lips with a look of mischief; that was enough for Dean to know he was in trouble. She let go of him then, reaching for her breasts. She cupped her tits, bringing them closer to each other right before glancing in his direction and inviting him with a smirk.

“Fuck… yeah?”

She nodded her head, biting down her lip while waiting for him. Dean didn’t let her repeat the invitation and grabber the base of his cock, guiding it between her breasts. Y/N pressed her tits together even more while she met every single movement of his. With his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure, he kept fucking her breasts, thrust after enthusiastic thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

She fastened her movements spurred by his words, feeling herself get wetter with every push of his cock between her breasts. Lowering her head, she let her tongue peek enough from her mouth to lick at the tip of his cock after his every thrust.

“Shit!”

Dean grunted at the feeling o her wet tongue stroking his dick. Y/N was going to be his death, and if he didn’t stop her soon, he would have come between her tits. So, he stilled himself, taking a deep breath while he grabbed the base of his hard cock, trying to calm down a minute.

“Go sit on the stool.”

As soon as his words were out of his mouth, she was already halfway to the stool. Dean grinned at her hastiness, watching her taking a sit just like he had asked her.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Y/N smiled at him while, with a slow movement, she opened her legs for him, her glistening pussy on full display for him to enjoy. Dean walked the few steps dividing them, lazily stroking his cock. Again, between her legs, he slapped his dick against her folds a few times before burying himself in her heat with one quick push of his hips. He moved at a brutal pace, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back to better look at her face while he fucked her.

And, God, if she wasn’t beautiful, all spread out like that and full of his cock. He watched her bring one of her hands between her legs, rubbing at her clit with fast motions.

“You close?”

“Mmmh…”

“Cum, then.”

“Oh God, Dean… fuck…”

She came hard, clenching around his shaft and making it harder for him to move.

“F-fuck!”

A few more thrusts later, he emptied himself inside her, coating the walls with his seed.

It had been a few days since Y/N, and Dean had put that night away in the far corner of his mind. From time to time, though, that memory surfaced back, especially during his lonely nights. The mere thought of her and that night managed to get him hard every damn time.

Yet, now wasn’t the right time to indulge in his escapade. Not when he was about to meet his best friend’s daughter.

Sometimes life can be weird. One minute, he and Benny were two kids chasing a ball down the beach. A minute later, he was dumped by his fiancé, while Benny found out to have a twenty-something daughter. He couldn’t even imagine how it was to meet your grown-up kid. He could already picture Benny freaking out.

Dean chuckled while ringing the bell. A minute later, the door swung open, revealing an almost terrified Benny.

“Oh, thank God, why did it take you so long?”

“That bad?”

Dean chuckled, entering the house with his best friend right behind him.

“Yes… no…. I don’t know. I mean, she seems nice and all, but I have absolutely no idea of what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Dean patted Benny’s shoulders, doing his best to encourage him. His friend nodded appreciatively, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves.

“Alright, are you going to introduce me or not?”

Dean teased him, earning an eye roll from his friend, who dragged him into the living room, where Benny’s daughter was waiting for them. Dean followed him, catching a glimpse of a young girl, facing one of the windows.

“Y/N, this is Dean, the friend I was telling you about. Dean, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

Dean's breath caught in his throat as soon as she turned around, while the smile on Y/N's face faltered at his sight.

Well, fuck - thought Dean.

Of course, the best sex of his damn life had to be his best friend's daughter. He definitely shouldn’t have gone to the bar that night.   

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[scoobydoodean]

as a long-term cas girl and heller i want to say i am living for your destiel takes. the way some fans woobify cas drives me insane though i do think it's influenced by how the show treated him at the end. but i strongly agree cas needs to be dean's saviour and pre-decided a romantic relationship was impossible. people don't talk enough about the fact there's a massive age/culture gap between them in which cas has more power in virtually every way (if this were a m/f pairing with a human woman there would be more discourse about this imo, destiel is the m/m version of this very popular interspecies romance trope). anyway as someone who is not even a dean girl it's apparent to me that castiel is NOT a safe person for dean to love since EVER (if one interprets dean as repressing romantic feelings it's because that'd cause him even more pain than cas has already brought him).

🙏 The show absolutely treated Cas terribly, and one of the most frustrating things for me is the lack of resolution to his need to fall on a sword—how he is always trying to martyr himself and that... isn't resolved. Leaving that character note—letting it stand—is very much like letting Dean die young and bloody. Like. They both got ends they predicted in some sense, coming from a part of themselves that thought very lowly of their own worth as individuals? And I think that's extremely sad. Like. He got to confess his love and I love that, but at what cost, you know? I would absolutely love to see a canon resolution to that storyline that's satisfying and allows Cas to heal and grow out of the unilateral, lone wolf decision-maker situation.

Yeah Cas literally beat Dean bloody in an alley using his superior strength, and large swaths of destiel fandom think that's hot and it's just a big joke, but then loose their fucking minds with rage when Dean in season 10, under the influence of the MOC which is actually altering his personality, beats Castiel up using his now superior strength. The whole thing is just stupid. I actually think the age and cultural gap is something Dean struggles with a lot, and uses to excuse Cas's actions a lot, thinking he just can't understand him. Like. Dean knows Cas cares about him. The rest? It's just confusing. Like. I don't accept the actors feelings as being established canon or as forcing certain interpretations, but Jackles kind of implied he plays Dean this way—that Dean isn't sure what the things Cas does mean because he doesn't know if Cas is coming from things at the same frame of reference as him or if Cas is thinking about things from some weird angelic perspective... and Cas's actions give Dean a lot of reasons to be confused. He gives Cas a LOT of leeway over things I would have made a way bigger deal out of I think partly because of this.

It is sad that Cas isn't a person Dean could confess romantic feelings to if he has them (which—I think he does?), though I think another issue is just that. They are all always doing things. Like. They are CONSTANTLY busy with one thing after another. When would Dean ever have the space to even evaluate that, much less choose if he trusts Cas enough to tell him. Even Cas, on his side, only confessed because it presented an opportunity to save Dean (and die in the process jfc). Otherwise, it seems like he was probably cool with just... keeping silent about it forever? And I think one of the other things we don't talk about enough, is that these dudes are like... fucked up. They have PTSD. They have severe trauma, and there are a lot of emotional issues they are trying to contend with, so when exactly are they supposed to figure out whether they want to be open about romantic feelings and how? They are trying to deal with trauma from being lobotomized and tortured and possessed etc etc etc.

[writethelifeyouwant]

Secret Admirer | Part 4

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean x Bayley x Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Foursome, Everyone is Bi!Curious, Incestuous Awakenings all around, Dean’s dream to sleep with twins comes true, all the smut, Dom!Dean, Dom!Sam, Switch!Bayley, Sub!Reader, kissing, oral sex, instruction kink, Daddy kink, Daddy!Sam, humiliation, name-calling, slut shaming (affectionate), praise kink Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Only One Bed | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Free Space | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Getting Caught | @spnkinkbingo - Group Sex Word Count: 3.3k

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You knock back another shot, then look up to see Bayley doing the same. When she swallows, your eyes meet awkwardly, and you hurriedly look back down to your empty glass on the table and the half full bottle of whiskey next to it, debating the wisdom of having another drink. Your tongue is burning – a combination of the straight alcohol you and your twin have been imbibing for the past half hour or so, and the question that’s been on the tip of your tongue ever since Bayley, Sam ,and Dean had returned from their hunt yesterday. 

You hadn’t seen Dean or Bayley between Sam telling you that he wants you to fuck them, and when they had all left to go after the werewolf that had been spotted a few states over, so you haven’t had a chance to ask how all of this came up in the first place. You haven’t been able to ask your twin sister why she wants to have a foursome with you and her boyfriend’s brother. Her boyfriend who has already fucked you once before.

Why is she okay with it happening again?

The last time, she’d laughed it off; more annoyed that Dean hadn’t been able to tell the difference between the two of you, even if he had thought you were roleplaying, than the fact that he'd fucked you to begin with. But the Bayley you grew up with has never been very good at sharing, so you’re curious as to why she’s suddenly on board with the idea of you and Dean sleeping together again. 

Then there’s the niggling reminder that Sam has been pretty explicit about the fact that he wants you to fuck Dean and Bayley. Is she the one who came up with that idea? Is Dean? Is she okay with that? You are sisters after all, and technically incest is illegal, even if there’s no chance the two of you would have offspring together. You know there’s a market out there for twins in porn, so obviously it happens, but it still just feels… wrong.

Even the thought of kissing Bayley makes you feel flushed, let alone undressing her, or touching her, or ‘eating her cunt’ as Sam had so eloquently put it. The more you think about it the more uncomfortably hot you feel, tugging at the collar of the plaid shirt Sam had left behind for you. It still vaguely smells of him, and the scent is comforting at least, but not comforting enough to distract you, so you reach for the whiskey again and pour another measure, barely taking a breath before downing the whole glass. 

“Are you really that nervous about this?” Bayley snorts a little under her breath, and you shoot her a scathing look.

“Are you really not nervous about this?” you shoot back in disbelief. 

“No,” she shrugs casually, and you continue to stare at her, unbelieving. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t done it before,” she huffs, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“You’ve slept with Dean and Sam before, like, all together?” you ask in shock, surprised, and a little hurt, that Sam has never thought to mention that to you. 

“Oh, no, not with them,” Bayley shakes her head, long hair flipping wildly in the ponytail she’s pulled it up in. It’s noticeably longer than yours now, she’d started to let hers grow out once it became clear that you would be sticking around for a while – she’d joked that it was mostly for Dean’s benefit, to make sure he didn’t wind up sleeping with the wrong twin a second time.

“I had a threesome with this pair of hunters out in New Mexico that I stayed with for a while,” Bayley elaborates when you stare at her blankly, clearly hoping for more details. “It wasn’t a big deal, it just sort of happened one night. They were married, still are as far as I know, and they were looking for something to spice things up a little. A lot of guys have lesbian fantasies about their wives or girlfriends, you’d be surprised,” she giggles, her eyes twinkling at you mischievously as she takes a calm sip of her whiskey. Your hands shake around your glass as you take in this information. 

“Okay, so, you’ve been with a girl before, sure, but…” you look down at your drink and breathe deeply, trying to get your voice to stop sticking in your throat. “We’re sisters, we’re family. Doesn’t that… I mean... it’s wrong, isn’t it?” 

“Sam and Dean are brothers,” Bayley answers, voice still casual and unconcerned.

“Well yeah,” you allow, “but they’re not planning on doing anything together, right? Sam told me he wants me to… well me and you to–” you break off, unable to articulate the things Sam had whispered in your ear this morning while he was fucking you into the mattress, telling you how much he was looking forward to tonight. In the moment it had been really fucking hot, but now, faced with the reality of your twin sister sitting opposite you, it's terrifyingly real. 

“Yeah, Dean said the same thing to me,” Bayley snorts a little, laughing under her breath. “He’s got a thing about twins, apparently,” she smirks. “Ever since he slept with you he hasn’t shut up about how hot we would be together.” 

“He… has a thing for twins?” you ask sceptically. You’re pretty kinky, but that isn’t a fetish you’ve run into before, even on the vast playing field of the internet.

“Honestly, I think that’s another pretty common fantasy for guys,” Bayley shrugs. “And that’s what I mean, Sam won’t think it’s weird, Dean clearly doesn’t think it’s weird, I’m not weirded out by it; it’ll be fine.” 

“If you say so,” you smile unconvincingly and take another sip of your drink. 

“Oh and if you think Sam and Dean won’t be doing anything ‘together’ as you say, think again. There’s no way I’m letting them get off on us doing it without them returning the favour,” your sister smiles wickedly and you nearly choke on your whiskey. “C’mon, don’t be a prude, because I know you’re not,” Bayley rolls her eyes. “Think about how fucking hot they’d look together. You’ve already slept with both of them, so I bet you can picture it even better than I can.”

You feel your cheeks colour as the image springs into your mind’s eye, impossible not to imagine now that Bayley’s instructed you to so blatantly. You think about how Sam’s dominance would translate if it was his brother he was sleeping with, instead of you. Dean is older, and you had definitely let him play up his dominant side the one time you’d slept together, but that was the difference: you’d let him be more dominant. With Sam it had never even been a question which of you was in charge; with Dean, there had definitely been some push and pull. You picture Sam towering over his elder brother, that dark, hungry glint in his eyes as he rakes his gaze up and down Dean’s body appraisingly. In your head Dean looks smaller and softer compared to Sam, apprehensive… submissive. 

“Ha! Knew you’d be into that,” Bayley laughs sharply, shaking you from your thoughts. You awkwardly clear your throat and stare with determination at your once-again-empty glass, willing the flush you can still feel painting your skin to recede. “So if you’re getting all hot and bothered thinking about our boyfriends fucking, then you can’t really complain about them wanting to see us fuck – can you?” Your sister smirks triumphantly, and you have to admit she’s got you there. It is pretty hypocritical to get turned on by the thought of Sam and Dean together and then freak out about incest when it’s you and Bayley. 

“Okay, fine, so I forget the fact you’re my twin,” you huff, not immune to the dislike of admitting your sibling is making more sense than you are. “You’re still a girl, and I’m allowed to be nervous about sleeping with a girl for the first time. And having a foursome for the first time,” you point out. “So, stop making faces every time I pour a drink,” you snipe, leaning over the table and stealing the bottle of whiskey back from her side to refill your glass. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bayley rolls her eyes, leaning in before you can pull back with the liquor and twisting her hand in your t-shirt, tugging you forward and pressing her lips smoothly against yours. 

You’re frozen, eyes wide open, staring at your sister’s eyelashes in much closer proximity than you ever had before, and your lips may as well be stone for all of the response Bayley is getting from them. A few moments later she pulls back decisively with a ludicrous smacking noise, like the kind you make when you kiss a baby or a dog, and plonks herself back in the crappy motel chair with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

“There. Now you’ve kissed a girl,” Bayley grins. You’re still immobilised, hand grasped loosely around the neck of the whiskey bottle, and you’re contemplating downing the whole damn thing.  

“Well, don’t stop on our account, sweetheart,” Dean’s voice fills the room, and you and Bayley both look around in surprise to see the Winchesters framed in the doorway to your motel room. You hadn’t heard them come in, presumably because while Bayley’s lips were on yours, your ears had been filled with a muffled rushing buzz of incredulity, and you’d tuned out anything and everything else. 

“Hi,” you try to sound casual, but your voice comes out as an embarrassing squeak. You can see Sam trying to contain his smirk diplomatically, but Dean makes no such efforts, grinning obnoxiously at you and your sister as he strides into the room. Sam follows, shutting the door and locking it behind him before depositing the duffle bag he’s carrying by the side of the bed. Your eyes are drawn to it immediately, recognising the bag that your dom uses to store sex toys on the rare occasions that you go out on the road with him. He smirks knowingly when he sees you looking and throws you a seductive wink that fills your belly with butterflies. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Sam hums as he circles around behind you, pulling you back into his chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and drops a kiss to the back of your head. 

“Hi, Sam,” you whisper, snuggling back into the comfort of his embrace and letting it calm your nerves. 

“Excuse me?” His voice hardens, cutting sharply across the tension that’s growing palpably in the room, and you gulp, knowing your mistake instantly but hesitant to correct it. “Are you gonna try that again?” Sam whispers loudly against your ear, and from the looks on Dean and Bayley’s faces you know they can hear him. 

“Hi, Daddy,” you answer meekly, casting your eyes at the floor so you don’t have to see Dean smirking lewdly at you. 

“Better,” Sam commends you, squeezing you against him in reassurance. “Now, I think when we arrived, we interrupted you and Bay getting this show on the road. How ‘bout we get back to that…?” he trails off, and you can practically feel the anticipation in the room humming through the musty, humid air that’s encompassing the four of you. 

“Maybe you can actually try kissing me back this time,” Bayley chides with a teasing smile, and you glare at her in annoyance. You don’t need her embarrassing you in front of Sam and Dean, you’re more than likely to handle that just fine on your own. 

She’s walking towards you now, hips swaying seductively for Dean’s benefit – you can see him watching her ass as she struts across the room with a sly, teasing smile. Your sister stops directly in front of you, and you start to look over your shoulder towards Sam for an indication of what he wants you to do, but he grabs your chin and forces your head back around. 

“You know what we want to see, baby girl,” Sam states evenly, his voice moving towards the cold, haughty tone it takes on when he gets into his dom headspace; the voice that always sends shivers down your spine in the best way possible. “And I know my little slut can put on a show, so show Dean and Bay what a good girl you are for your Daddy, okay?” The threat is there behind his words: don’t be a brat, don’t embarrass me. Sam expects your complete and utter submission tonight, and as he presses against the back of your head so your lips are sliding against Bayley’s, you can’t help but bend to his will and melt into your sister’s kiss. 

The kissing swiftly transforms into making out, but the sensation is unlike any you’ve ever experienced before, because there’s three pairs of hands groping your body and two pairs of lips fighting for dominance over yours. Dean, evidently, wasn’t happy just watching the show, he wants to be in the thick of the action. Somehow the four of you end up tumbling onto the bed together with only minimal bodily harm but with an abundance of giggling from Bayley. 

“Okay, funny girl,” Dean reaches out and hauls Bayley backwards, spooning her in the curves of his body as his hands roam over hers, tugging impatiently at her clothing. “I’ll give you something to laugh about,” he growls playfully when he gets her top off and goes straight for her chest, pulling down the cups of her bra and putting her bare skin on display for you and Sam. Bayley hums happily as Dean begins to play with her breasts; massaging them smoothly, one in each hand, twisting and pinching at her nipples lightly. 

“Watch them, baby girl,” Sam instructs you, but he didn’t need to: you can’t take your eyes off of them. “You remember what those hands feel like on your body?” His breath ghosts across the skin of your neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. “Is that what Dean did to you that night? Did you make those cute little hums Bay’s makin’? Or were you whining like the desperate little slut you are, huh?” 

“Oh she was definitely whinin’,” Dean answers for you, smirking at you and Sam over Bayley’s shoulder while he continues to toy with her body. “Shoulda heard her little brother. Oh Dean, fuck yes, just like that, oh god!” 

He puts on a high, simpering voice in imitation of you, and you want to sink through the bed and be swallowed up by the ugly tan blankets covering it, but part of you is also inexplicably turned on by Dean making fun of you the way he is; talking to his brother as if you aren’t even there, like he’s recounting your one night stand to his buddies in the locker room the next day – if Dean played sports… or had buddies. You somehow can’t imagine him regaling Castiel with explicit details of his sexual exploits, and the Winchesters don’t really have any other ‘friends’ as it were. 

“Y/N!” The sound of your name snaps you out of your head and back to the present moment. You hate how your mind just wanders off like that sometimes, infallibly at an inappropriate moment. “You getting inside that pretty little head’a’yours?” Sam asks, and his words sound like a taunt, but you know it’s more than that. That’s one of the things he asks when he checks in with you during a scene, wanting to know how you’re feeling without breaking character; it gives you an out if you need it, but doesn’t ruin the mood if you’re still happy to continue. 

“Sorry Daddy,” you apologise, turning in his arms so you’re on your back on the mattress and Sam is looming over you, balanced on his hands. “I think I need something more… distracting,” you look up at him hopefully, and he answers you with a smirk of his own. 

“I think that can be arranged,” he grins. “How about you get these clothes off for me, and then help Dean get his off, ‘kay?”

As you undress, Sam reaches across the bed towards your sister and starts unbuttoning her jeans while Dean unhooks her bra for her. When she’s naked, Sam pulls her up the bed and arranges her how he wants, so she’s reclining against a pile of pillows. Your eyes are drawn to her as Sam pushes her legs wide open, and you can’t help staring at the bare flesh that looks so like your own. It’s weird; it’s almost like watching a porno of Sam and Dean and yourself, except you have no memory of what’s being done to the body that looks identical to yours. 

“Y/N, Dean still needs help with his jeans,” Sam reminds you when he notices that you’ve finished undressing. He stands to start taking off his own clothes and watches you closely as you move towards his brother, reaching out to unfasten his pants before you hear the disappointed click of Sam’s tongue. “You know better than that, baby girl, c’mon. What happened to your manners?” 

You look away in embarrassment at messing up such a simple rule, one that’s practically instinct when you’re with Sam, but seems so unfamiliar now. Dropping to your knees in front of Dean, you lean in and nuzzle against his hip, running your lips over the obvious bulge that his cock is making in his jeans, enjoying the warmth that’s seeping through the worn-soft denim. You find what you think is the head of his cock and you seal your lips around it, sucking eagerly, and Dean’s answering groans and hands in your hair tell you that you’ve found the right spot. After one more moment of teasing, you drag your lips up to the button of his jeans and suck that into your mouth instead, using your tongue to push the button back through the hole in the fabric, then grabbing the top of his zipper between your teeth and tugging it down, looking up through your lashes while you do, just how Sam trained you to. 

“Holy shit,” Dean swears, carding his fingers through your hair as he pulls you back in to suck on his cock through his briefs, his face a mixture of awe and hunger as he watches you obey. “Bay, take notes, because this is how you’re gonna be undressing me from now on,” he smirks over his shoulder, and you hear your sister giggle. 

“Not a chance, baby, you’ll have to use Y/N if you want some kind of sex slave,” Bayley laughs derisively. Her words should make you angry, dismissive and degrading as they are, but instead they send a shock of excitement to your core. You wonder if Sam would let Dean ‘use you’, as Bayley had so bluntly put it, and deep down, you hope the answer is yes. 

“Told ya she was a brat,” Dean grunts, swivelling his head around to speak to Sam, and you hear your dom’s deep, unimpressed laughter. “That’s because she’s craving a stronger hand, aren’t you Bay?” Sam asks, and you hear the squeak of bedsprings that means he’s climbing back onto the mattress of the one king sized bed this room houses. “You need someone who can make you behave, don’t you sweetheart?” You can just imagine the smug look Sam must be turning Bayley’s way, and if she’s anything like you at all, she’ll be melting under it right about now. “Get your asses over here you two, and you, keep those legs spread, let me see that pretty little pussy.”

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These tags from @i-have-doubts:

#if he *somehow* doesnt then the only explanation is that the dean in his head fully takes over and jackles blacks out#like literally couldnt fathom another answer than his own personal version of hollywood multiple personality disorder#(aka the inaccurate movie version instead of irl D.I.D.)#litcherally how could he not know what he's doing?#he's so precise about how he plays dean and he's more obsessed about spn than any of us#and has as encyclopedic of a knowledge about the show as anyone filming it nonstop for 24 eps a season could for 15 years#like yeah sure...technically there's tumblr girlies who probably have the show better memorized than him#but that man has devoted brain space to remembering everything about spn that a dad with 18hr film shoots cant afford#all i'm saying is that it is by far the least plausible option that he *didnt* realize the destiel#he was putting his whole acting pussy into

Bingo. Like, he would have to be a Zombie, Or one of those fungus-possessed ants? IT IS BY FAR THE LEAST PLAUSIBLE OPTION that he didn't realise that Destiel was streaming forth out of his extremely purposeful face. A-fucking-greed. I could buy it that DEAN didn't know Cas loved him (though not that Dean didn't know Dean loved Cas), but I cannot buy that Jensen did not know what story he was telling his his entire and formidable "acting pussy".

And, in fact, if you take everything Jensen has ever said about Dean's feelings on the matter as a comment Jensen is making from Dean's POV, then...those answers make a LOT of sense. Jensen is, in fact, quite consistently unwilling to say anything about it beyond what Dean has already experienced, and that is right, proper and good in a story that isn't over. The fact that he won't say it doesn't mean that Jensen, as an artist, is unaware of what he is putting down.

Let's give that dude a little credit.

So... Jensen Ross Texas Cheerleader Drama Club Mechanical Bull-Rider Clothes-Horse Fairy Princeling Ackles did an unmistakably legible and bang up job of acting the complete shit out of the entire insane series of events that we who watched the show with our own two eyes sensibly call The Widower Arc, and I am supposed to believe that he did not realise his character was in love with Castiel, angel of the lord, fallen in everyway possible from the moment he laid a hand on Dean in hell? And then later, Jensen R. T. C. D. C. M. B. R. C. H. F. P. Ackles further acted his sweet little patooties off bringing us the unhinged series of events that those of us with eyes and who saw it call The Divorce Arc? And now we learn that when Cas was telling Dean he loved him, Jensen was playing his own personal DESTIEL AMV inside his brain, and y'all are wondering, does Jensen understand that DESTIEL?!?!!!

Plz.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Like What You See?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: “Like what you see?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, lips still quirking upwards.

Now, she knows she can just say something snarky, maybe tell him not to get over his head, maybe make a joke that they’ll laugh about but somehow, she feels a little feisty. She doesn’t know if what evil thing forces her to say the next thing that slips out of her mouth, “You know I do,”

Warnings: Sweaty Jensen (that deserves a warning in itself), feelings, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, semi-public sex

WC: 3858

A/N: So, this hit me in the face. Don’t blame me for it, blame him.

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[JA] Need your help

[Me] I’m working

[JA] Yeah, it’s kind of an emergency

[Me] I swear to god, Jackles, if it’s nothing important

[JA] I’m hurt. I could be dying

[Me] If you would be, you wouldn’t be texting me

[JA] Jesus, for once in your life, can you just do what I ask you to?

[Me] You didn’t ask

[JA] Look, can you drop out of work early and come over or not?

[Me] What’s in it for me?

[JA] You’ll see

[Me] I hate you

[JA] You wish you could

Fuck. He’s right. She really wishes she could hate him sometimes but no matter what, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to. 

Y/N had been friends with Jensen since she moved to Vancouver. They actually met at the bar and she didn’t even know who he was at first. It took her an embarrassingly long time to figure out but it didn’t seem that he minded. They kept meeting up and soon a friendship bloomed, and she could tell back then that Jensen was somehow glad that he had someone to talk to outside of work. However, the last two years of their friendship, they have spent apart since she has been transferred to Toronto for work and it was actually quite hard for both of them but they managed to keep their friendship alive with occasional video calls or meetups where she would fly in or he would whenever he could steal himself away. 

It came as a shock to her when he told her that he’s going to be filming for The Boys in Toronto and even though he never said that he took it just to be close to her, she sometimes wished that it was the case. Because apart from being the best friend to Jensen, she was also crushing so hard for him, and yeah, maybe it would be better if he wasn’t here because then she wouldn’t have to deal with her stupid feelings all the time. They have too good of a dynamic in their friendship and she really doesn’t want to jeopardize it by coming on to him. Besides, Jensen could have anyone, why should he even have feelings for her. She’s not moving in the same social circle, and to be frank, he’s way out of her league.

She debates with herself about leaving work. Jensen must be really desperate to want her to get off work early for whatever it was. He knows about her work ethic and how serious she takes it, and maybe that’s why she finds herself packing her bag. 

When she walks down the hall and waits by the elevator, she shoots him another text.

 [Me] This better be good. I want a large pizza for dinner.

[JA] That wouldn’t be fair because I can’t have pizza 

[Me] Good. Then you can watch me eat it and suffer

[JA] I hate you

[Me] You wish you could

  *

Of course he isn’t in his hotel room when she arrives. She knows that because she’s the person who has the second key card. “For emergencies,” he had said. 

Y/N drops her bag by the entrance to the hotel room and calls him.

“You here?”

A shiver runs down her back. His voice is a little strained, gravelly and rough, and he breathes hard. 

“Are you a magician because I can’t see you in the room. Is this why you called me over? To show me your disappearing act?” She says after catching her own breath.

“Haha, you’re cute and funny.” He chuckled, “Come down to the gym.” 

She’s closing the door of the room behind her and makes her way to the elevator. “You know I didn’t come here to be your workout buddy, right? Know your audience, Ackles.” 

“I swear you don’t have to do anything you don’t want, just come down.” 

“I want ice cream after the pizza.” 

“Whatever the hell you want,”

Stepping out of the elevator, Y/N makes her way to the gym. There’s faint music coming out of the closed door and she can hear a grunt. A sexy grunt. Dammit. She should not go in there and she knows it but her body screams for her to open that door. 

Barging in unceremoniously, she finds him next to the bench, two dumbbells in hand as he alternates the lifting between his arms, grunting into the mirror. 

“This better be worth my time, Jackles.” She huffs out and their eyes meet in the mirror. 

God, he looks so good. Yeah, of course the beard could be shorter, the hair too, but it probably won’t take long before they are coming off and he’ll look anything like the Jensen she knew again. Not that she minds this Jensen. Maybe it’s something primal inside her, some cavemen kink she never knew she had. 

As she steps further into the room, the smell hits her and she can swear something’s clenching and it’s definitely not her jaw. The room smells of Jensen’s perfume and of his deodorant, his sweat and musk, and she knows she’s going to die when she has to spend more than ten minutes in here. It’s dying or being extremely aroused and she’d rather die than him knowing how she actually wants to climb him like a jungle gym.

He drops the dumbbells and takes a swig from his water bottle. “I promise,” Jensen pants a little, “I’ll be worth it.” 

It’s now that she realizes that they’re alone. “Where is everyone else?” 

“It’s pandemic, Y/N. The hotels only do bookings in advance.”

“And of course you booked it to have it to yourself.”

He grins, “Wouldn’t want anyone to see me like this and decide that they’re selling it to the press. Besides, wouldn’t want anyone to not be able to concentrate on their weights in my presence.” 

“Jesus, your ego is unmatched.” She fights the urge to roll her eyes, even though he’s probably right. Well, at least she wouldn’t be able to get any workouts in when there’s a full course meal working out next to her.

“You wanna help me or not?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

Wordlessly, Jensen shoves his phone into her hand and she looks at him a little puzzled. 

He’s sending her a smirk, that lopsided one, the very one that would make every female who’s interested in a male drop their panties immediately. “You’re going to film me for insta.” 

“What?”

“Yeah, they said it would be good to let them see how I work out.” 

“That’s your emergency?” She spits out, “That’s what I left work for?”

Jensen looks at her, almost…. Almost pleadingly? Wow, he’s turning it way up too high, knowing full well she can’t resist that look either. Fuck.

Y/N sighs before she speaks, “But why, Jensen? You could have asked someone else. Recording a video is not that hard.” 

“Well, I don’t want anyone else.” 

Huh. Her mouth opens and closes, and then she shakes her head to get out of this stupor, because he didn’t really mean it like she thinks he meant it, right? 

She caves. Of course she does. “Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Ever the director, he tells her how he wants to do it, and she might have squealed internally when he flexed his muscles but nobody had to know. 

“I got it,” she says, and he’s standing just a couple of feet away, all sweaty and smelling all enticingly musky, and yeah, she’s fucked. 

Her gaze is fixed on his freckled face with droplets of sweat on his forehead and nose, and honestly, it’s not really fair that someone who worked out that amount of sweat can still look this good. Her eyes flicker down from his face to his chest where a sheen of sweat spreads over her favorite freckle of his. 

“Y/N?” His voice pulls her back and she must have been biting her lips pretty hard because Jensen’s thumb comes up to rest on her chin, pulls her skin so that her teeth release her lips. “You okay?”

“Huh?” She doesn’t dare to look him in the eye, fearing he’d see everything she feels in them, “Yeah, so, are we done?”

“Sure,” He nods and takes his phone out from her hand. She’s gripping it hard and he chuckles as he has to ply her fingers from it. 

Standing there awkwardly, she watches him walk back to where his towel is resting and Jensen wipes the sweat on his forehead and neck away with it. Y/N didn’t even realize that she’s still watching him when suddenly there’s a chuckle and when she averts her eyes from his arms — oh god, those fucking arms that has gotten so much bigger in the last couple of months — he’s grinning at her all cockily and full of bravado, and all of a sudden, she really wants to wipe that grin from his face. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, lips still quirking upwards. 

Now, she knows she can just say something snarky, maybe tell him not to get over his head, maybe make a joke that they’ll laugh about but somehow, she feels a little feisty. She doesn’t know if what evil thing forces her to say the next thing that slips out of her mouth, “You know I do,”

If her quasi-declaration of how much she enjoys ogling him is a surprise to him, he doesn’t let it show but instead walks closer, that stupid wide grin stretches over his face. 

And then his hands were on her waist, fingers squeezing her hip, the tip of it digging deep into her flesh. 

“Yeah?” He asks, “Is that so?”

Y/N swallows, her hands rest on his arms — on his biceps to be precise — to somehow hold him there and maybe trying to fight to keep for her dignity but his skin feels so smooth in her palm and it feels so warm from his workout, god, she’s going to die right here, right now. Somehow, her brian still functions and she quirks an eyebrow, “You have a problem with that?”

He chuckles, his eyes crinkly and bright, and she’s so fucking done for. “Not in the slightest,” Jensen whispers, before he ducks his head down and all of a sudden, his sweaty forehead rests on hers, and she finds that she doesn’t mind. Their breathing mingles and she can swear she doesn’t hear the music anymore because all she hears is his heartbeat, or maybe it’s hers, who knows anymore. 

When he closes the gap between them, his lips brush against hers. It’s barely a kiss, way too short because he pulls away right after that careful brush, and it’s not nearly enough to clench her thirst for him. 

But he’s not completely gone, his lips are just a hair away from hers, the tip of his nose nudging against hers, “Is this okay?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning over her mouth. 

Even if her brain is capable enough to form words, she doesn’t think anything would come out anyway. So, Y/N nods her head and her hands trail up his sticky arm to loop around his even stickier neck, a grin splitting her face. 

Jensen growls before immediately closing the distance again, slanting his mouth over hers, and it’s unlike the careful brush of lips from before. This kiss is needy and sloppy and fucking wild. Her hands bury into his hair, pulling him closer while he wraps her up with his big arms. His chest is heaving and his heart is at least running the same marathon as hers does. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “Should have done this sooner.” 

“Yeah?” By now, she definitely can’t hide her grin and she’s fearing that her face will permanently stay this way. 

“Yeah,” he pecks her lips, once, twice, thrice, “You have no idea how much I dreamt of doing this with you.” 

Oh.

Her grin turns cocky, “Then we should make up for lost time, huh?” 

“Fuck, Y/N,” 

Before she knows it, his lips are back on hers and he walks her backward until her back hits the dumbbell rack. At a lightning speed, he flips her around so that she faces herself in the mirror while Jensen’s tongue maps out her throat, sucking and licking his way to her shoulder. 

“Wow, here?” Her hand goes back to card through his hair, “You’re supposed to buy me my pizza first.” 

Jensen’s low chuckle next to her ear is making her wetter, “Oh, I didn’t forget. I’ll watch you eat but you have to watch me eat first.” 

Her mouth opens to ask him what he means but then she figures it out when he falls down to his knees, fingers already hooking into her jeans, and holy shit, when did he have time to pop her button? 

“Really? Here?” She asks again, just to be fucking sure because they’re in fucking public, even if nobody is here right now, and she’s not the one who has everything to lose. 

He doesn’t answer and instead succeeds in pulling off her jeans from her one leg. It’s still hanging onto her other leg but who really cares about that right now. Not when he pushes her panties to the side and threads through her slick with his fingers. She bites down on her bottom lip so as not to moan out too loud. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans and places a kiss on her asscheek, “Is that all for me, huh? Or does it turn you on that anyone could walk in on us?” 

“Shit,” 

“Tell me,” he asks, or rather demands, fingers circling her clit with his one hand while his other pushes her legs apart some more. 

“B-both— fuck!” He has his head buried between her thighs quicker than she could answer him, tongue lapping at her excess slick, nose stroking along her rim. And his beard, oh god, his beard adds a new sensation to it, “Oh god,” 

Jensen pulls away slightly, “God’s too formal. C’mon, you can still call me Jensen,” 

Well, fuck him and his overblown ego and stupid mouth. Her hand goes back to his head as she fists his hair between her fingers and pushes him to her dripping cunt. He actually goes in willingly and there’s not much resistance. He moans and slurps like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten, his wide tongue probing at her entrance, and shit, her legs are already starting to tremble. 

The next time he pulls away, it’s only to work two of his incredibly thick fingers into her wet heat, making her arch her back and moan out shamelessly. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking delicious. Think you can come on my fingers, hhm, baby?” 

Well, fuck, who taught him to talk like that? And honestly, how can she say no? But then the pressure of his fingers is gone, and before she can protest, he’s standing up and enters his fingers into her from the front, thumbs circling on her clit expertly. His free arm sneaks its way under her shirt, hands pulling down her bra just enough to give him free rein over her bare tits. “Jesus, Y/N, you have no idea how much I want you.” 

“How much?” She can’t help but be a little sassy, it’s just the way she is, okay? 

Chuckling, he sucks in her earlobe, teeth biting down on it gently while he tweaks her nipple between his fingers. “So. Fucking. Much.” He whispers roughly, thrusting his hard but sadly still clothed cock against her ass. 

“C’mon, baby, come for me so I can fuck you.” 

And really, she wants to, because she’s so fucking close but god, she really wants to come on his cock and maybe they can take their time the next time they’re doing this but she’s so fucking desperate for that dick. 

“Fuck me now.” She begs, “Please.” 

There’s another growl from next to her ear, more primal, and then his fingers leave her cunt and are replaced by the blunt head of his cock. He threads it through her slick, and she’s well aware that he’s not wearing a condom but god, she didn’t care. She can feel him hesitate, though.

“Shit, Y/N, are you sure?”

“I swear if you ask me again, I’ll let you watch me fuck myse— oh god!” 

In that moment, he breaches her pussy with the thick head of his cock, one hand is placed on her stomach, holding her close while the fingers of his other hand draw circles on her clit. “Shhhhhhh,” he coos, “I told you to call me Jensen.” 

She’s about to swat him but now he moves the hand from her stomach into her hair, grabbing at them and pulls her back so that she arches her back a little. 

“Look up, baby, look at yourself in the mirror,” Jensen whispers, “Look at your face when you take my cock for the first time.” 

And she does, looks at their reflection, at Jensen’s concentrated frown when he drives his cock further and further inside of her and then her eyes flutter shut when he’s sheathed. 

“Fuck, Jensen,” 

He stills inside of her, not moving an inch as he lets her body adjust to his lengths and girth. “How does it feel, huh?”

“G-good, so fu-full,” 

His hand in her hair tightens and he pulls her up until she’s flushed against his chest. “Good,” he whispers next to her ear, his voice so deep and sexy and her cunt clenches unconsciously hearing it, and then he moves. Finally fucking moves, as he begins to fuck her, slow and deep at first, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N, god, should have done this way sooner.” 

“Jensen,”

“Hhm? What do you want? Tell me, Y/N,” 

“Ha— harder, fuck, I’m going to— ugh,” 

He drives in, more forcefully, purposefully. Skin slapping skin loudly, his balls making contact with her thighs, thumbs flicking at her sensitive clit and she reaches up, fingers scratching at his shoulder and neck for purchase as she comes with trembling legs. It’s one of the more powerful orgasms she’s ever had, her pussy clenches so hard, it pushes him out of her and he growls, actually growls so loud, it sends a shiver down her spine and makes her tingle all over. 

“Damn, baby,” he chuckles, chest heaving as he turns her around and picks her up. His lips find hers and his tongue invades her mouth. She can still taste herself on him and paired with Jensen’s own taste, it’s a fucking mind-numbing combination. 

His strong arms are wrapped around her as he carries her to the free wall in the back, and he balances her around like she weighs nothing. It must be all the workout that’s paying off. She’s never felt safer anywhere but in his arms. 

Jensen presses her against the cool wall before slipping his wet cock back into her even slicker heat, groaning as it goes in fluidly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Feels amazing,” he breathes against her neck, lips grazing her skin and his beard tickles her in all the right places. 

From here, she can see the mirror, can see Jensen’s broad back in his stupid shirt that he’s still hasn’t gotten rid of, can see how he blankets her with his broadness, can see his bare ass and god, he really has a great ass. It’s mesmerizing to watch how his muscles clench every time he drives in and out of her. 

Her jeans are still hanging from one of her legs and it’s so ridiculous how they must look, with their clothes half clinging to their body as he fucks her good and hard against the wall. It’s everything she wanted and more. 

“I’m close,” Jensen admits as he pulls away from her collarbone after having successfully sucked in a mark there, “Can you come with me, Y/N, hhm?” 

She just came about ten minutes ago. She really doesn’t know if she has it in her to come again so quickly, but she would be damned if she wouldn’t at least try. So, she nods her head and pulls the arm from around his neck to sneak between their bodies. She starts to play with herself, the tip of her fingers feel his lengths going in and out of her pussy, and that alone is a fucking turn-on, to be honest. 

“Harder,” Y/N manages to say, “A little harder,” 

“Whatever the hell you want,” he whispers, one hand stops supporting her but instead goes to her shirt collar. He pulls it down so hard it rips apart but instead of saying sorry, or even care, his lips find her nipple, and his tongue tickles with it inside of his mouth. And all this while he increases his thrust, makes his harder, sharper, fucking her to the brink of pain but she just knows that it’ll be worth the soreness she’ll feel after.

Jensen’s tongue trails up her chest to nip at her jaw, “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna… Where do you want me to come?” 

“You can come in me,” she’s super close, toes already curling as the pressure builds and builds.

“Oh god,” he groans and drops his mouth to her neck, teeth scraping at her skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You can call me Y/N,” she adds, before fuck— she squeals out sharply, giggling when she comes and her cunt squeezes him so hard, Jensen has to fight to stay inside. 

He groans loudly, sinking his fangs into her skin as he spills hotly inside of her. 

His hand is squeezing her thigh through his aftershock, his other hand carefully palms her face, thumb stroking her cheek gently. Jensen bumps his nose along hers before he steals a soft kiss. It deepens pretty quickly, tongue sliding along each other’s and she actually whines when his cock slips out of her. 

“We should clean up.” He grins and steals another kiss. 

“How about you clean up and I go and order pizza.” 

“You’re really hungry, huh?” He sets her down and tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling down to help her get back into her jeans.

“You promised,”

“Yeah, go, I’ll be right up.” He places a big hand at the back of her head to draw her in for another kiss. It seems like now that he’s allowed to do it, he can’t really stop. Not that she minds. 

When she turns to walk towards the door, she notices that her shirt is basically showing half her chest. Turning back to Jensen he just grins. “C’mon, it’s not that bad, I’ll buy you a new shirt.” 

“And what do I wear now?” 

He strides over in quick steps, palms cradle her face when he drops another kiss, “Wear my shirt. Nothing underneath.” 

Follow up: Relax

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