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[bigfan-fanfic]

Like the Real Cowboys Do (Male!Reader x Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester)

Requested by @capturingthecountryside

Dean smirked into the mirror, checking himself out for the fifth or sixth time since getting into the cowboy getup.

The black cowboy hat sitting low on his brow, the sinfully tight black Wrangler jeans tucked into black cowboy boots, held up with a matching black belt, and his button up shirt still hanging open - he feels like a sexy outlaw or something.

Which is the whole point.

Because, while he usually enjoys the medieval themed LARPs Charlie Bradbury takes him to, she's scouted him out a western one this time.

And what's better, you and Benny Lafitte will be there - Benny began dating you after you helped out his business, and had been inseparable ever since.

And Dean had started to develop a crush on you both when he met you and saw your relationship.

You've mentioned before to Benny about how Dean is always just a little too interested in your life together, always wanting to see you both, and considered the possibility that he might want to be a part of your relationship.

Benny didn't mind too much, but said you should let Dean come to that conclusion and act on it yourself... unless an unavoidably good opportunity presented itself.

Dean knows none of this, and so, he accepted a ride from you both to the LARP grounds, deciding if he can't work up the courage, he'll just have to use his body to seduce you. Hence the graphically tight jeans and slightly-higher-than-strictly-necessary-shut-up-Sammy boots.

Benny sometimes enjoys surprising Dean, so when Dean walks to his kitchen and sees Benny there, he's somewhat surprised but not too much.

"Wow, Dean. Couldn't be bothered to button up?" you tease.

Benny chuckles before Dean can respond. "Real cowboys didn't go around all exposed like that."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh really, old timer? Why don't you give me a rundown?"

Benny has him on the ground instantly, taking advantage of Dean's lack of suspicion to wrestle him neatly to the floor, holding him down by the back of the neck like a scolded puppy.

"You're under arrest." Benny drawls, his Cajun accent moving west and a little south and ending up somewhere on the Texas-Arizona border. "Hand me that rope, would ya, darlin?" he smirks at you.

"Aw, come on! Unfair!" Dean whines, but he doesn't bother to struggle against Benny's adamant grip. Benny has him hogtied in under a minute, his wrists bound together and stretched back to meet his ankles, which are crossed, tied, and pulled tight back up towards his wrists.

It's a testament to Dean's own athletic ability that he can withstand his back being bowed so far that his legs and chest lift up off the floor at the strict hogtie.

"Yeah, we knew how to get a man trussed up back then." Benny winks, watching Dean finally start to writhe, though mainly ineffectually. "But we had one more step..."

Dean growls as Benny pulls his own bandana off, flicking out the tails, and tying a knot in the center of it before pulling it between Dean's teeth.

He can still talk after Benny ties it firmly in place, but his speech is thoroughly garbled.

Benny winks at you as he picks Dean up and holds him over his shoulder, his hand resting on Dean's rear, supposedly to stabilize him but clearly with an ulterior motive.

"Another thing about cowboys was that they didn't care too much about traditional ways of doin things. So why don't you and I keep this here outlaw for a while and see if he enjoys being... kept?" He smirks, and you can see Dean's head move as his eyes widen in interest.

"Sounds like a plan, Benny." you smirk, reaching up to kiss him. "But you gotta teach me how to do that with the ropes."

"Sure thing." he winks, patting Dean's ass, making the hunter yelp. "We got our own outlaw practice dummy right here."

And with that, Benny carries Dean outside, and you consider that this LARP just got a whole lot more fun.

[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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[holylulusworld]

Bad Deal

Title: Bad Deal

Written for @spnabobingo​ ​: Slutty Omega

Summary: You’re more than a slutty omega to John.

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Alpha!John Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Pimp!Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak

Warnings: angst, language, John is a douche for a moment, prostitution, reader needs the money, but she likes to fuck, so it’s okay, slutty omega, dirty talk, orgasm denial (kinda), I’ll label this one lightly dub-con, oral (fem rec), implied oral (male rec), mentions of fingering, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, John likes to trick people to get what he wants, daddy kink, age gap (John is 50+, the reader 22-30), a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, collars, slut-shaming

Words: 1,7 k

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“That’s the one I want,” the man points at you, smirking. He runs his tongue over pearl-white teeth, showing off dominance when he cups the back of your neck roughly. “I want to fuck that omega tonight, Benny.”

“She’s all yours,” Benny, your pimp snickers. “Be aware, she’s new to the job. It’s her first rodeo tonight, John. If you want someone more experienced…”

“Fuck,” you find yourself thrown over the alpha’s shoulder, squeaking as he carries you toward the door. “Benny?”

“John always takes the girls home, sweetie. He pays well, does not hurt the girls and likes to go all night. You better give him that slutty pussy tonight, or you are out. He’s one of my best clients.”

“Yes, boss,” you mumble mindlessly. The scent of the alpha carrying you out of the house has you on the edge once again.

“I can smell your slick, omega. You’re a slutty little thing, huh?” the alpha chuckles darkly as you hang over his shoulder, sighing deeply. “That’s no shame, doll. An omega can be as slutty as she wants to. I like me a wet little hole ready to take my knot.”

“Yes, Sir…” he groans at the title, cock twitching in his pants. “Or do you want me to call you John? Sir?” John thinks about your offer for a moment. He stops right in front of the limousine, looking at his driver.

“Call me daddy when I fuck you, little slut. I only want you to moan, take cock and call me daddy. If you do so, you’ll get a lot of money tonight.”

“Yes…daddy…Sir…”

“Good girl,” your pussy clenches around nothing at his praise. “I can barely wait to fuck you…”

You barely made it into his mansion before you found yourself naked, on your knees, choking on his cock. You eagerly sucked him off, bathing in his praises.

But this wasn’t enough for John. No, he bent you over his desk, fingerfucking you, teasing you, until you were a begging mess. He told you about rules and money, his life, and anything in between, but you were too far gone to understand the meaning of his words.

You moaned and agreed to anything he asked you to do only to feel his cock inside of your needy hole. And to hear more praises falling from his lips.

Now you are spread out on his bed, wrists restrained to his bedpost, legs spread wide, and the alpha so deep inside of you it almost hurts.

Almost…

"Oh, doll. You are much too into getting fucked by me. Do you love getting railed by daddy?" he’s taunting you, not only with his voice going straight to your core but his perfect cock too.

"Please," it’s an unheard plea. This is a job. You are here to satisfy his needs, not yours. Even though, you would sell your soul to cum for John Winchester.

"Baby doll, if you cum, I won't pay for the sex," he threatens, making you whimper and whine. "You better not choke my cock, doll. You agreed to not cum in return for the money you owe Benny.”

He smirks darkly as his hands push your knees up to your chest. "Oh, GOD! HE will fire me if you do not pay. Please. I need this John!” you choke out, pleading the alpha to not force an orgasm on your body.

"Well, then you shouldn't come at the first job you got from Benny," you love and hate his smirk all at once. Wishing you could tell him to go and fuck himself. But the job must be done. And this doesn’t include an orgasm for you…sadly…

"I-I can’t stop it. You're so-“ your head is spinning and you are so painfully close to your orgasm that you cry out in frustration as you are forced to hold it back.

"Good at fucking?" he sneers, eyes glued to his rigid cock sliding in and out of your leaking pussy. "I only pay for omegas not wanting anything in return but money. I love you are a slutty little thing, ready to explode around me. But this wasn’t the deal."

"Please stop making me cum!" it's too late. Tears run down your face when your cunt convulses around his thick cock. You whimper and babble, eyes wide and fearful. “No, please. I didn’t want to cum. I tried so hard, please…daddy!”

"Aw, this means a free fuck for me, doll," he grins smugly. John would never give away you look pretty, face contorted in pleasure but a hint of fear in your eyes. "Gotta make the best out of it and cum inside."

"NO! You said you'll come all over me!" you cry, wiggling your hips. “Please! Don’t! No knotting. This wasn’t included!”

"You said you wouldn't cum all over me," he retorts, pushing even harder into your spent pussy. "That’s it, take my cum and my knot, whore."

"You- no!" to your shame you cum again when he mutters slut and best pussy. 

John empties himself inside of you, groaning deeply at the sight of your tears and your parted lips. He shoves himself as deep as possible into your channel, smirking as his knot stretches your walls out, making you cry out in pleasure for the third time.

"You can tell Benny the fuck was great. But girls don't get to cum if I pay them to make me happy. Tight cunt or not, you won’t get away with having an orgasm for free..."

“Y/N, are you fucking kidding me?” Benny glares at you. He yells at you in front of all the other girls, making sure everyone knows you fucked up big time. “I gave you a place to sleep and a job. I told you to not fuck your first job up and you didn’t get a single buck from John Winchester?”

“He made me cum and said that—” you sniffle as Benny throws your bags at you. “Please, I tried anything. John said he doesn’t pay if the girl has fun too…”

“That’s one of his rules, Y/N. Did you even listen to him or was your slutty pussy in your way? How many times do you want to fuck up your life?”

“Benny, please. I can do better,” you plea, holding out your hand. 

“Go,” he points at the door. “If we lost John tonight, you’ll wish you never met me. Go and sleep on the street. Fuck the next job up…”

You pick your bags up, nodding silently. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle. “I can’t control my body. No one can.” You angrily stomp toward the door, slamming it shut. “Fuck’s sake.”

“Aw, a pretty girl shouldn’t curse, doll,” John Winchester dares to smirk at you. “Did he already kick you out?” you nod, glancing at the collar dangling from John’s index finger. It’s a black leather collar, decorated with diamonds which form his initials, JW.

“Good, give my driver the bags. I want your panties gone and you in the backseat of my car. I’ll have a serious conversation with Benny. Here—” he shows you the collar, smirking darkly, “put this on. You are mine from now on. Everyone needs to know you are…”

“What?” your heart does somersaults, and you feel your pussy slick as the alpha steps closer to hold the collar in front of your face.

“You’re mine. Now get in the fucking limousine. I want your ass up, and your pussy on full display when I’m back. Got it, doll?”

You snatch the collar out of his hands, smiling dopily. “Yes, daddy,” you choke out. 

“Good girl…”

“Fuck, tastes so good. Nothing better than a leaking pussy,” John purrs against your flesh. He greedily laps at your pussy, groaning as he drinks your juices. “I bet you were drenched all day, waiting for daddy to come back.”

“I got fired,” you whine into the soft leather of his jacket he placed onto the backseat for you. “Benny fired me. I need to find a new job.”

“Your only job is to keep me happy from now on. Or rather, my knot,” he grips your ass tighter, spreads your cheeks to lick a long strip from your clit to your opening. “You keep your pussy wet for me, and I’ll pay for everything you need.”

“You will?” humming against your heated flesh John wraps his lips around your clit, suckling hard. “Can I cum? Please, daddy?”

“Just cum all over my face, soak my beard…” he smirks against you, feeling his cock swell as you chant his name. “You’re mine. Sweet omega...mine.”

“John, did you even listen?” the alpha sniffs at his fingers, inhales the scent of your cunt deeply. “John, can you stop thinking about the new girl in your bed? We need you to focus on business, not your knot.”

“I heard every word, Crowley,” John grits his teeth. “If you ever talk about my new girl again, you will not like my answer. She’s not yours to think about.”

“Possessive much,” Crowley just loves to rile other alphas up. He smirks, drinking John’s angry features in. “Aw, that omega makes you all tingly, huh? Is she sweet and young? Is it love this time?”

“Last warning,” this time John slowly gets up from his seat to stalk toward his business partner. “If you ever mention my girl again, we are done.”

“Would you just look at that?” John purrs when he enters the bedroom. “Such good girl waiting for me. Ready to take my knot again.” He admires you on his bed, wearing only the collar and a sweet smile. “Is my good girl wet again?”

“Yes, daddy,” you crawl toward the edge of the bed, eyes dropping to the prominent bulge in his pants. “I have missed your cock. Will you give it to me?”

“Oh, doll. You will always get my cock…always,” he cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “You are mine after all and daddy loves to spoil his princess...”

Six months later. One of Benny’s clubs…

“That fucker planned all of this, didn’t he?” Benny grumbles as he must watch John bring you onto his lap, hands palming your ass. You and your alpha entered the club moments ago, and now, your former boss can barely tame his anger. “He knew I got a fresh face and made sure he gets his hands on her.”

“Well, buddy. That’s your fault, isn’t it,” Castiel smirks as you giggle at something John said. “Come on. You know the girl didn’t belong. She never was meant to be one of your girls. She’s a little slut, but only for John Winchester.”

“She would’ve made a lot of money for me. A shame I let her go…”

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[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 12

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Doing Things Right

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 7,392 (texts, thoughts and song lyrics in italics)

Part Summary: Dean and Y/N go on their first official date. The night has to come to a close early, but not before Y/N gives Dean something to hold him over until they can be together again. A busy week keeps them separated, but a little rendezvous at the school between breaks in parent/teacher conference helps deal with not being able to see each other.

Warnings: Brief mentions of insecurities. Other than that, Fluff... like so much fluff. Dean being sweet AF (yes, that’s a warning). And SO MUCH SMUT. Dry humping, Semi-public, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, people), Biting, Dirty talk, Swearing. 

Music: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin (not featured within the chapter, but listen to it during the Dean and Y/N school scene).

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series! It honestly means so much to me to see how much you guys have been enjoying it! Seriously, thank you so much! Only 3 chapters and an epilogue after this. I can't believe how time has suddenly flown by and we’re nearly there! I can’t wait for you guys to see what else is going to happen as we come closer to the end. Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Before Y/N knew it, it was the next day and the day of her first date with Dean that night. Being the gentleman that he was, he left after they watched TV for a while the night before, to go sleep in his own bed. He had left regretfully, leaving her with a kiss she could still feel even as she went to bed. The sexual chemistry between them was tangible, and she wanted to almost skip the date and pull him into her bed to see what that chemistry could do. However, Dean seemed to really want to take her out and she would never refuse him.

Though it did beg the question… did they need to be going out on dates? In her heart she already knew how she felt for him. This wasn’t dating for her; this was much more. She had an inkling that he may have felt the same, considering he told her that she was it for him. Maybe some would say it was too soon to be feeling that this was what she wanted and nothing else, but she couldn’t help it. That’s how she felt. She knew he was the one since the moment they met, even if he was with someone else at the time. Everything had worked out the way it had for a reason. She was never one to believe in soulmates and people that were destined to be together, but she knew she was meant to be with Dean.

She was really looking forward to that night, but she was going to wait to bring these things up with Dean. She didn’t want to spoil his efforts to make this a special night for them. It was pretty simple, just dinner and a movie, and that’s all she needed.

Y/N was glad she had that Friday off before she went back to school on Monday and took it as an opportunity to see the girls. It was a rare occasion that Meg didn’t have a shift on a Friday, and so they took the opportunity to see each other and catch up.

They had come over and had sandwiches and soup for lunch, and they all caught up about everything they had missed in each other’s lives over the holidays. She told them about her family and how she had so much fun seeing them again, and about the present Dean had gotten her, showing them. Charlie had already seen it, obviously, but she was still happy for her friend, nonetheless.

“Please thank Dorothy as well, I know she must’ve had to pull a few strings for Dean” Y/N said, looking over at Charlie.

“It was no hassle, really. She just called in some favors that she was owed” Charlie shrugged.

There was a short pause in the conversation before Meg spoke up.

“So, Dean looked pretty happy by the time midnight rolled around for us” she started, putting her spoon down as she finished eating. “Did you have something to do with that?”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep the smile off her face, but failing. “Maybe.”

“I knew it. He looked way too happy when he came out of the room after talking to you” Meg grinned. “So… did you do something dirty?”

“Meg” Y/N laughed, slightly embarrassed. Charlie chuckled but made no move to stop Meg.

“Well?” Meg wondered, raising an eyebrow.

“We… may have” Y/N said, shrugging. Meg looked at her, knowingly. She knew she couldn’t keep a secret very well and they would get it out of her eventually. “Okay, fine. We had phone sex.”

Meg suddenly cheered as Charlie groaned, taking out a couple of bills from her pocket and handing them over.

“You guys bet on this?” Y/N asked, shocked.

“Meg made a bet that you and Dean had phone sex” Charlie frowned, as she watched Meg pocket the money.

“Wow” Y/N said, shaking her head. Though she wasn’t surprised by her friend doing that.

“So… how was it?” Meg asked, grinning.

“It was… intense. I’ve never done that with a guy before… but it was really hot” Y/N laughed, slightly as she described that night to her friends. “Now, I just want to be with him properly.”

“It’ll happen” Charlie said, smiling reassuringly.

“He asked me out” Y/N said, smiling. “He’s taking me to dinner and a movie tonight.”

Both Charlie and Meg looked at her, wide eyed. “Uh, excuse me… why didn’t you open with that?!” Meg asked, shaking her head.

“I meant to, sorry” Y/N chuckled softly.

“Oh my god, you’re going on your first date with Dean!” Charlie clapped her hands, giddily.

Y/N laughed at her, shaking her head. She sobered as she thought about what her friend just said. “It doesn’t feel like a first date though. I mean, we spend so much time together, we’ve been having dinner together almost every night since I ended things with Mark. It’s all felt like we’re dating… so is this really the first date?”

Charlie nodded, understanding what she meant. “Well, it’s more of an official date. You and Dean are pretty much together anyway, he clearly just wants to do it the right way.”

“I guess you’re right” Y/N nodded. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to jump his bones.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make you look so irresistible tonight, he can’t possibly think of anything else” Meg smiled, wagging her eyebrows.

“You don’t think it’s too soon?” Y/N asked.

“Hey, Charlie said it, you guys are pretty much a couple anyway. It’s gonna happen sooner or later” Meg shrugged, as she got up and carried her plate over to the sink.

The girls helped Y/N pick out what to wear for her date with Dean. Something that was appropriate for the type of date it was and sexy at the same time. She settled on a black dress and her black over-knee heeled boots, and her long fawn coat. As it got closer to the time for their date, Y/N got ready. She did her make-up and hair, putting a slight wave through it and settling it over one shoulder. The girls left once they gave her a look of approval and wished her luck. Y/N promised to call them and tell them how it went.

“1… 2… 3”

Dean counted down as he lifted the frame from one side, Benny on the other. They slotted the hooks on the wall into the grooves on the frame. Dean stepped down from the ladder to see if it was properly aligned and even, smirking when it looked perfect. Benny stepped down from his ladder, standing next to Dean and admiring the framed black and white photo of the Impala, that Y/N had given him for Christmas.

They had been at the new building all day along with Ellen, all three of them fixing the place up before all the new equipment and machinery came in the following week. Ellen had fixed up the reception area and some parts of the garage with Benny, while Dean fixed up the office and some of the workstations. Some of the other workers would be in over the weekend to take care of other duties as well. It had been a tiring day, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him from thinking about Y/N and their date that night.

To others, it might’ve seemed a little redundant to take her out on a date when they were practically a couple already, but it wasn’t to him. He wanted to show her what she meant to him and treat her special. He wanted to do things right this time. He had taken Lisa out on dates but there wasn’t all that much effort put into them, most of the time ending up at the diner or the bar. Things were different with Y/N. She wasn’t just any girl, she was… well, he was in love with her. He needed her to know that, even if he couldn’t say it just yet.

A bump on his shoulder alerted him that Benny was still there, a slightly amused expression on his face to see his friend spaced out for whatever reason.

“You okay there, brother?” he asked.

“Yeah” Dean nodded, picking up the ladder and walking out of the office to put it back in the corner of the garage. Benny followed behind him, doing the same.

“You spacing out wouldn’t have something to do with a little lady by the name of Y/N, would it?” Benny grinned.

Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s none of your damn business, Lafitte.”

Benny chuckled to himself as he followed behind Dean, back into the office. “Things getting anywhere with you two, yet?”

“Yeah” Dean said, not wanting to say too much just yet.

“You gotta give me a little more than that, chief” Benny shrugged, not budging on the topic.

“Well, considering you won’t drop it… yes. I’m taking her out tonight” Dean told him as he looked down at some papers on his desk, sorting through them.

“Nice” Benny said, clapping him on the back. “Now, why ain’t ya shouting that from the rooftops, man?” the Southerner asked, confused that Dean was being so secretive.

“Because…” Dean trailed off, as he looked at his Southern friend, dropping the papers on the desk. “I just wanna be cautious. That’s all.”

Dean didn’t want to jinx anything by making too much of it. He had gained a whole lot of luck by her coming into his life. He didn’t want to start losing it.

Benny nodded, understanding. “I get it, brother. I do.” Benny tapped him gently on the back again, a soft smile on his face. “I’m happy for ya, Dean. ‘Bout time you got a good woman.”

Dean smiled, his mind instantly on Y/N as he nodded. “Thanks, Benny.”

Dean fixed up his desk a little before he glanced up at the clock, seeing that it was time for him to leave, go home and get ready for his date with Y/N. He said a quick bye to Ellen and Benny, who were just fixing up a few things before they were due to leave as well. Dean pulled out of the parking lot to the new building, flooring his beloved Baby as he headed home.

When Y/N heard the doorbell ring a few times, she smiled as she walked out of her room and down the hallway. She opened the door and smiled even wider as she saw Dean, looking incredible in his black jacket and dark blue jeans, a black sweater underneath and a black scarf around his neck. He hadn’t shaved and she was glad for it, loving a little scruff on him. Dean looked her up and down, smirking. She looked so good as she leaned against the door, her dress and boots making her look irresistible.

“You look… you look amazing” he told her, still smirking.

“You look pretty amazing yourself, handsome” she said, leaning into him as she kissed him.

“Ready to go?” he asked before kissing her again.

She moved back and picked up her bag, smiling at him. “Ready.”

She locked up her house and followed him over to the Impala, smiling as he turned on his music and drove them into the main town square.

They got to the restaurant in time, Dean giving them his name and being led to the back where it was slightly quieter, to a table for two. They sat down across from each other and Y/N smiled as she looked around the room. It was a quaint place, exposed brick walls with black and white photos of Lawrence and of Kansas City landmarks. Each table had a candle in a glass holder, bathing the room in a warm glow. As they had walked through, they had passed the kitchen, and her mouth had watered at the aromas wafting through.

“I love this place” she said, smiling at him as they settled in.

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome” Dean smiled, looking around. “Food’s insane, too.”

They gave the waiter their drink orders, telling him they’d need a few more minutes to decide what to eat. When he came back with their drinks, a whiskey for Dean and a glass of white wine for Y/N, they decided on what they were getting. The waiter took their orders and then they were finally alone.

“So…” she said, trailing off as she flashed him a smile.

He smirked, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table. “So…”

She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “I’m so happy we’re doing this.”

“Me too” he nodded, as he continued to look at her. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re wondering why, though.”

“I kind of was.” Y/N pursed her lips, nodding. “Can I say something, and you promise not to overthink it?” she asked, hoping he’d be fine with the question she wanted to ask.

“Sure” he shrugged, not seeing a problem just yet.

“I’m so happy you asked me out on a date” she started, reaching over the table and holding his wrist. “I just think… maybe we don’t need to? I mean, I know how I feel about you. It’s way past the dating stage and it’s scary to think of that way, but it’s true-” she rambled, and Dean cut her off with a small chuckle, as he took her hand off his wrist and clasped his with hers.

“I know we don’t need to, because I… I know I feel about you, too” he said, as his thumb ran over her knuckles. “I just wanna do the right thing here, Y/N. I have to do things right this time. I took Lisa out on dates, yeah, but they weren’t much to write home about, you know? I want things to be different with you.”

She smiled, genuinely touched by what he said. “That’s very sweet.”

“Well, I’m a sweet guy, what can I say?” he grinned, his cocky attitude on full display.

She rolled her eyes as she laughed. “How humble of you.”

“And hey, what kind of a boyfriend doesn’t take his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend out on a date? Come on” he said, feigning anger but a smile came through as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“That’s true” she said, giddy from the sweet gesture.

“And we gotta have some stories to tell our kids someday” he said, as he picked up his drink and took a sip.

She stared at him, wide-eyed. He clearly hadn’t realized what he just let slip.

“Kids, huh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She bit back a laugh as she saw his eyes bulge out of his sockets.

“I-I um…” he stuttered a little, as he tried to find the words to erase what he just said. When he looked at her and saw her smiling at him, with some new look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place, he knew he didn’t need to hide away what he just said. “Yeah. Kids.”

She picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine, smiling around the edge of it. When she put it down and looked at him, she took his hand again. “Just know that I don’t need more than just you to know how you feel, but I’m glad for this date and any others all the same. And I can’t wait to tell our kids about them someday.”

If his friends could see him now, they’d rip him a new one for the full-blown chick-flick moment he was having. He didn’t care, though. He had the most amazing woman, and he was lucky to have her in his life.

He would never stop thanking whatever higher power existed for her coming here to Lawrence.

After dinner, they walked over to the cinema complex and bought tickets to an action movie. Y/N adored him for trying to say that they should go see a rom-com for her, but she told him that just because she was a girl, it didn’t mean that she liked all of the rom-coms out there. She had a feeling he was very relieved that she had insisted on the action movie. Dean bought them a large popcorn and drink combo to share, and they sat in the back row.

They munched on the popcorn as the movie played out as every other action film did. However, during one particularly steamy scene between the male and female protagonists, Y/N felt her body heating up. She crossed her legs uncomfortably, feeling hot as she sat next to Dean while the actors on screen were all over each other. She glanced over at Dean, seeing him shift slightly in his seat. Flashes of the night in her hotel room on New Year’s entered her mind, remembering how Dean had brought her so much pleasure just from his words.

At the same time, Dean was thinking about the same night, too. About how hot she sounded, about how he wanted to hear her say his name like she had that night, over and over again. You couldn’t cut the sexual tension in that cinema with a knife, as the rest of the movie carried out. They had both never been so relieved when it was finally over.

The drive back home had been silent, except for the music softly playing from the car’s radio. However, Y/N smiled to herself as she felt Dean’s hand slip into hers on the seat, in between them. He held it tightly and squeezed, lifting it as he turned his head and planted a kiss on her knuckles. When they arrived home, Dean parked the car and got out, taking her hand in his again when she got out as well. They walked across the street to her house, hand-in-hand, content to just be together. Finally.

Y/N walked up the porch stairs and to her front door, turning around and smiling up at him. She leaned up, her heeled boots giving a little more advantage to reach him better, planting a searing kiss on his perfect lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in deeper as his wrapped around her waist, inside her coat. She pressed back against the door as they continued their kiss, neither of them making a move to stop. Y/N pulled away and nipped along Dean’s stubbled jaw, loving the slight sting of his stubble across her lips.

“Y/N, uh, we should stop” he chuckled slightly, pulling an inch away from her to look her in the eyes.

She hummed as she combed her fingers through his hair, causing him to groan at the feel of it. “I think we should move this inside, don’t you?”

“I’d love to, sweetheart and believe me I really want to, but I gotta be up super early to uh… do something” he tried to explain as best as he could, without sounding suspicious. Which he hadn’t succeeded at because she frowned at him.

“Do something?” she asked, confused. “What?”

Dean blinked a few times, trying to think of something. He didn’t want to tell her that he had to go work on the new house, considering he completely envisioned her in that place. He wanted it to be a surprise for their future together.

“I can’t say, not yet at least” he replied, looking sheepish.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him but decided not to push any further. She trusted him and she knew that he’d tell her when he was ready.

“Okay” she nodded, slightly disappointed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed her nose.

“It’s fine” she shrugged, trying not to let it get to her. She turned around and faced the door and was about to put the key in the lock when Dean wrapped his arms around her waist, locking her in his embrace. He nuzzled his nose along her jaw, and kissed her cheek, softly.

“I’ll make it up to you, soon. I promise” he smirked, tilting his head to look at her.

Feeling him extremely close to her, his front to her back, gave her a naughty idea which she couldn’t get out of her head now that it was in there.

“I know” she said, turning her head to look at him. “But in the meantime, maybe I can leave you with a little something…”

She emphasized her words with a small tilt of her hips, pushing them back into his. He hummed as he felt her ass against the crotch of his jeans, his cock twitching slightly in his pants.

“Don’t play dirty with me, sweetheart” he growled in her ear. A shiver ran down her as she bit her lip, rubbing into him again. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs.

“Somehow I think you like that” she sighed, as she leaned back and pecked his lips. She took his hands in hers, moving them to hold onto her hips. She slowly began rutting back against him, his groans alerting her to his arousal. She moaned as she felt his cock becoming hard, straining against his jeans.

“Shit, Y/N” he hissed, feeling the pressure in his pants and not being able to do anything about it. He glanced around, hoping that no one would come out of their houses and see them. “Someone could see us.”

She shook her head, not letting him move away. “It’s okay, baby. It’s a quiet street, no one’s going to know.”

Dean thrust his hips forward against hers, growling as he felt his cock press against her ass every time he moved forward. She took his hands and moved them up her body, moving her coat back as she planted them on her breasts. He grunted as she pushed into him a little harder as their hips continued to meet, his covered hard on rubbing against the fabric of her dress over her behind. He could feel that he was about to lose it, as they continued to grind against each other.

“Fuck” he bit out through clenched teeth. He palmed her covered breasts, leaning in to kiss her neck. “Shit, sweetheart, fuck” he huffed as he groaned.

“Dean” she moaned, as she glanced back at him. Seeing her hooded eyes as her perfect mouth hung open from the pleasure that coursed through her, pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck, Y/N” he grunted as he leaned his forehead on her shoulder, shaking as his seed released inside his jeans.

Y/N smiled as she felt him breathing heavily, his chest against her back. She didn’t cum, but that didn’t bother her when it came to Dean. This was about him and just giving him another little preview of things to come for them.

“I feel like a teenage boy.” He shifted uncomfortably, his jeans no doubt stained now.

“You’re fucking full of surprises, sweetheart” he chuckled, as he nuzzled into her neck.

She laughed a little as she turned around, cupping his face in her hands. “You have no idea.”

She leaned in and kissed his lips, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away and looked at her, lifting a hand to stroke her Y/H/C hair back as he cupped her face.

“I better go” he whispered as he looked into her Y/E/C eyes. He leaned in, softly kissing her lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow after I’m done.”

“Okay” she said, smiling at him.

Dean stepped back from Y/N, winking at her before he turned around and walked down the porch stairs. Y/N went into her house, locked the door and practically screamed as she thought about everything that had just happened outside, a few minutes ago. She couldn’t believe she did something like that but as she had already realized, when it came to Dean, she lost all her inhibitions.

As she got ready for bed, she couldn’t stop thinking about how things were already so amazing between the two of them, and they were only going to get better.

Dean cleaned himself up and got dressed into a black shirt and sweats. When he climbed into bed and stared up at the ceiling, he smirked as he thought about Y/N. She kept surprising him, and he loved that. Given their age difference he had to keep up with her a little, but she was incredible in every way.

She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it, but damn it if she wasn’t the most amazing woman he had ever been with.

The next few days were incredibly busy for both Y/N and Dean. He was busy with everything at the new garage, and she was busy with getting back to school and the start of the next semester. They had parent/teacher conference as well, so that added another layer of stress to that week.

The day of the parent/teacher conference was a long day. A day of classes first, and then once the kids left, the teachers set up their classrooms and made them look fancy with all the projects. Y/N had set up the room with different quotes from books and photos of literary figures, some that they had already studied and some that they would in the future. Parents of every form were there; couples still together, couples divorced and co-parenting, single moms, single dads and foster parents.

She was happy that she had this opportunity to meet them, and she was glad that things had become better, with almost all of the kids doing well. Some were at higher levels than others, but everyone was doing as well as they could in terms of their aptitude, and Y/N felt good about that. There were a couple, however, that she knew were going to have trouble in high school if they didn’t turn it around, quickly.

In between sessions, Y/N scrolled through her phone’s social media apps, texted Charlie and Cas down the hallway if they could take a break at the same time as her. After about only 15 minutes of catching up, however, they all had to go back to their next meetings. The hours were ticking by slowly, as she kept herself entertained with a book in between meetings. At another break, she was trying to read but she just couldn’t concentrate. Looking at the time, she realized that it was 6.30pm. Dean would’ve finished work half an hour ago, so she decided to text him.

Y/N: Currently waiting on my next meeting, but I’m so bored. I keep trying to read but I think I’ve read the same line 500 times in the last few minutes.

Dean: Well, I literally just finished work and on my way home!

Y/N: Oh no! What happened?

Dean: Eh, late deliveries that I had to wait around for. Dinner might be late, unless… pizza tonight?

Y/N bit her lip as an idea came to her. Now that he wasn’t making dinner and they could always order pizza a little later, she wanted to see what he thought about her idea.

Y/N: Sounds good, but maybe we can hold off on it for a bit?

Dean: Uh… I guess. Why?

Y/N: Do you think you can come to the school?

Dean: What are you up to, sweetheart?

Y/N: Why don’t you come here and find out? ;)

Dean stared down at his phone, every possibility of what she wanted going through his head. He shook his head. It couldn’t be what he was thinking.

Dean: Do I want to?

Y/N smiled as she shook her head. He clearly didn’t realize she was being serious about him coming to the school.

Y/N: Yes ;)

Dean choked at that message. Was his teacher fantasy about to play out? He almost couldn’t believe it.

Dean: On my way!

Y/N laughed at the gif of a car speeding that he had added.

Y/N: Give me 15 minutes with the next parents, and then I’m all yours, handsome. She added a heart emoji.

Dean couldn’t help but let out a groan when he read that.

Dean: Damn right you are ;)

Y/N felt a shiver run down her body as she bit her lip, reading his message. She had no idea what was going to happen once he got to the school, but damn she was excited to find out. The haze of arousal was broken however, when the next parents came in. They were talkers and the meeting went a little over time, but eventually they were both satisfied with everything Y/N told them. They thanked her and left, leaving her to wonder when Dean was going to get there. She stood up, took off her glasses and shut the lid of her laptop and was just about to message Dean and see where he was, when a light knock on the door interrupted her.

She smiled when she looked up and saw Dean leaning against the doorframe, smirking at her. He walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it, and pulling the blind down over the window in the door.

“I came in when the parents were leaving” he said, as he walked over to her. He gently pulled her towards him by her hand, her body close to his as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled up at him, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

“I’m glad you did, but there’s still some people here so we have to be quiet” she told him. Even with her heeled knee-high boots on, she still had to push herself up slightly on the toes, to press her lips to Dean’s. “And… we have to be quick before the next meeting in 20 minutes.”

“Oh really?” he grinned. “What’re you planning on doing to me in 20 minutes?”

She hummed against his lips, her fingers combing through the short hair at the back of his head. “So many things. I’ve barely seen you; you’ve been so busy with the new site and I’ve been busy with everything leading up to tonight.”

He groaned, as one of his hands slipped down slightly, laying over one side of her behind, covered by her grey A-line skirt. “Fuck. I know. I swear, when things calm down slightly and it’s just up to the contractors to get all the heavy machinery into the site in the next few days, I’m taking you out.”

“I look forward to that, but I hope that doesn’t mean we can’t do a few things right now” she whispered against his lips.

“Definitely not” he whispered back, finally claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

If it were even possible, they pulled each other in even tighter, their bodies moulded together as they continued to kiss, passionately. Y/N softly bit Dean’s bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. She moaned into the kiss, feeling his hand press a little harder into her ass. She pushed into his body, causing him to take a few steps back until his back was pressed against the wall. Her arms came away from his neck, her hands roaming over his muscles through his jacket and moving down his chest.

Her hands moved under his maroon button-up and pushed it off along with his jacket, Dean taking over in removing them completely and tossing them on the floor. Her lips moved away from his, kissing and nipping along his jaw, moving down to his neck. He groaned as she nipped at his neck, his hands groping her ass. Her hands moved over the black t-shirt covering his chest, and down to the outside of his jeans, feeling that he was getting hard already. She rubbed her hand along the seam of his jeans, feeling him grow harder. Dean hissed, feeling the pressure of his cock against the fabric of jeans. Suddenly, Dean stopped for a second, looking around. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course,” she said, as she cupped his face. “Dean, what’s wrong?”

He smiled at her, a little sadly. “Should our first time really be like this?”

She smiled at him, her heart bursting with love at his concern. “Dean… I want you. I know you want me, too. I know you keep saying that we should do things right, but what’s right is you and me. Does this feel wrong to you?”

“No” he said, shaking his head, his response quick and firm.

“Then… there’s no problem, right?” she asked, biting her lip.

He groaned as he looked at her doing that. That always made him weak. “Right.”

Y/N smiled at him and went back to what she was doing. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, tossing it behind her. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down slightly. She pulled down his boxers and gasped as his cock was on full display, hard, as his length and girth made her mouth begin to water. He was bigger than any of the other men she had been with, and she felt her heart begin to beat faster. She lightly grasped it, her hand moving slowly along the shaft. She stared into Dean’s eyes and smiled, biting her lip. He let out a shaky breath as he looked at her, his eyes clouded with arousal. Her fingers moved over the tip, feeling pre-cum drip out onto her fingers. She took his cock in both of her hands, pumping them up and down as she moved down to her knees.

Dean groaned as he watched Y/N get on her knees, his cock in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, her tongue circling the head. She sucked at the head, slowly taking in more of him, inch by inch. Her hand grasped the base of his cock, pumping up and down as she bobbed her head, wetting the shaft with her saliva. She looked up at him as her other hand cupped his balls, massaging them in her hand.

Dean grunted, throwing his head back against the wall, his mouth hanging open. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking good at that.” He looked down at her, his thumb stroking her jaw, as her cheeks hollowed while she continued to take him into her mouth. “Love seeing your mouth on my cock.”

She moaned loudly as she drew back and pulled her mouth off him, her hand continuing to move along his dick. “Your cock feels so good in my mouth, Dean. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Dean couldn’t wait for that either. He took her hand off him and tugged, making her stand up. Her mouth felt incredible, but he definitely didn’t want to cum yet.

Y/N let go of Dean’s hand and moved hers under the waistband of her skirt, pulling out the end of her black, full sleeve top. Dean moved her hands away, taking over as he pulled the end of her shirt over her breasts, revealing her dark red bra. He reached up and pulled the cups down, her nipples pebbled and aching against the slight chill in the room. He leaned into her right breast, kissing her flesh, his tongue circling the nub. She grasped his hair in her hands, bringing him in closer.

“Dean” she gasped, as he sucked and nipped at her, moving to her left and doing the same.

Dean bent his knees, grasping the bottom of her skirt and bunching it, revealing her matching panties. His hand moved in, his fingers rubbing along the outside of the fabric, feeling how wet she already was.

“Shit, you’re so wet sweetheart. Did sucking my cock turn you on that much?” he asked, his voice husky as his fingers moved faster along the fabric.

She let out a shaky breath, as she nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, slightly.

She nodded, frantically as his hand continued to move. “Dean…”

“What, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing her nipple.

He hooked a finger in her panties and moved them to the side, groaning as he felt her wetness against his fingers. He ran them along her folds, his thumb flicking lightly over her clit.

She moaned, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply. “F-fuck me. Please. Please fuck me.”

Dean moved them backwards, until her ass rested against the edge of her desk. He grasped her thighs and lifted her up, sitting her on top of it.

Dean’s hands moved down along her thigh-high stockings, biting his lip as he felt her soft flesh against his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him for a heated kiss. Her hand cupped his jaw, bringing his mouth tight against hers. They parted when they needed to breath, as she wrapped her boot-covered legs around his hips. Dean lifted his black shirt up and took it off, her hands immediately roaming over his muscular arms and shoulders, his hard but soft torso. She bit her lip, keeping herself from moaning too loudly at the sight of him. He was truly the most gorgeous man she had ever been with. Dean moved closer, as he took hold of his cock, pumping his hand along the shaft a few times.

He stopped, however, when he realized something. “Shit, I don’t have any-” he started but she cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips.

“I’m on the pill” she nodded as she looked into his eyes. “We’re good.”

He smirked slightly, as he looked at her. “Okay.”

He took hold of cock and guided it to her entrance, pressing the tip in. He moved forward, slowly sinking into her warm cavern. She hummed at the feel of him, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. He gave her a second to adjust, before he slowly started to pull out. He pushed back in, setting a slow rhythm.

“Y/N” he moaned, softly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”

His hips met hers, as he gradually picked up the pace. He thrusted into her at a moderate pace, causing her to moan loudly, forgetting where they were.

He laughed as he pressed his lips to hers. “Shh, sweetheart. Can’t let anyone hear us.”

She whimpered, as she moved her hips against his. “Fuck, Dean.”

Dean growled low, feeling it rumble in his chest. “Shit, sweetheart. You feel fucking amazing wrapped around my cock.”

“Dean” she moaned quietly. “Fuck me harder.”

“Harder, huh?” he grinned, pressing his forehead against hers. “Like this?”

He drove his hips in, the drag of his hips longer as he continued at the pace he had set, but his cock moving in harder and deeper within her.

“Yes” she gasped. “Just like that. Oh god, Dean.”

“You like that?” he asked, as he looked down at his cock driving into her.

“Yes” she moaned, her voice choked as she tried to stop herself from raising her voice.

She threw her head back, exposing her neck, her chest pushing out. Dean leaned in, kissing her neck, along her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts, feverishly. She moved in, wrapping her arms around him, tightly. Their faces were close to each other, their hot breath mingling as they let out small moans, gasps and groans. Y/N leaned down, sinking her teeth into Dean’s shoulder as she tried to stop herself from moaning loudly. Dean hissed at the sting of her teeth on his flesh but moaned softly as it added another layer of pleasure to what he was already feeling.

Dean’s hips picked up pace, the desk underneath them beginning to rock back and forth from the force of his thrusts. Y/N pressed her lips together, trying to keep quiet, as her hips met his, matching his pace. They were both close.

“Fuck, Y/N” he grunted, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Dean” she moaned, opening her eyes and staring at him. “I’m so close.”

The coil began to wind up tight in her core, ready to break at any moment. She whimpered as he grabbed her hips and drew her in closer, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock” he groaned, his hips unrelenting.

Items on the desk began to shake, and Y/N knew she had to get to her release before something fell and alerted someone to what was happening. Somehow Dean understood when she looked down at the lamp shaking; he quickly licked his fingers and brought them to her clit, circling the little bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles.

She let out a harsh gasp, her mouth hanging open as the coil snapped, panting quick, shallow breaths as she came. Her release slicked his cock, warm and wet against him. Dean’s thrusts became erratic, stuttering as he approached the edge.

“Dean” she moaned as she cupped his face, looking into his eyes. “Cum inside me.”

He panted, his breath hot against her lips, letting out a choked grunt as he thrust into her few more times, falling over the edge as he came inside her. He leaned his head on her shoulder, his hips slowing into shallow thrusts. He slowly pulled out of her, as she felt his seed drip out of her.

Y/N leaned her cheek against his head, combing her hand through his sweat soaked hair as they both came down from their high, breathing deeply. After a few moments, he slowly lifted his head, looking into her eyes. She smiled at him as he smirked, both of them laughing quietly. He leaned in, kissing her softly, a change of pace to how he had just fucked her, showing that he was as sweet as he was incredibly sexy. He kissed her lips, once, twice, three times before slowly moving away from her.

Y/N reached over and took out some tissues, cleaning herself as she passed Dean a few as well. He cleaned up and then pulled up his boxers and jeans, buttoning them up and pulling up the zip. He picked up his belt from the floor and put it through the loops, buckling it. She fixed her panties and pulled her skirt down, fixing the cups of her bra and pulling her top down, tucking it back in. Once they had redressed, Dean walked over to her as he shrugged on his jacket. He held her hips as he leaned in, kissing her again.

“You should head home” she told him, smiling. “I’ll be there in another hour.”

“Okay, I’ll order the pizza” he said, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Should be there by the time you get home.”

“Sounds good” she said, still smiling.

There was a moment of silence between them as they looked at each other.

“That was amazing” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Fuck yeah, it was” he grinned, his eyes lighting up.

She laughed at him as she lightly smacked his chest.

“I’ll see ya in a bit” he whispered against her lips, kissing her softly.

“Yeah” she whispered as he pulled away.

Dean walked over to the door and unlocked it. He opened it and turned back to her, seeing her watching him. She looked even more beautiful with her lips slightly swollen from kissing, and the knowledge that he had just ravaged her almost got him hard all over again. With one last look and a wink at her that caused the most beautiful smile to grace her face, he left and walked down the hall, ready to head home and wait for her.

Y/N fixed everything on the desk which had moved during their rendezvous. After the last few couples came in for their meetings, she packed up her things, put on her coat and scarf and shut off the light in the room. She walked down the hallway, the heels of her boots echoing off the floors.

As she drove home, the smile just wouldn’t leave her face. What they did back there, had been everything she could possibly want. It had been everything that they both needed. It solidified everything they both wanted from each other and for their future.

They were each other’s future.

And that was the biggest reason to smile.

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MJ’s Other Characters of SPN (with or w/o Winchesters) Masterlist

SERIES

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings: explicit, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Donna Winchester x Dean Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings: explicit, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8313 - ONGOING

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings: explicit, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, tags on each part

Word Count: IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings: explicit, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood

Word Count: 7785

ONE-SHOTS

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: “As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty.”

Warnings: explicit, magical dick/male gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: about 2600

Because You’re Worth It - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam Winchester ends up with his hair cut shorter than it has ever been.

Warnings: crack-ish, mature, fluff, Dean being insensitive about Sam’s glorious mane, Rowena saving the day

Words: 790

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings: explicit, rimming, choking, dreamlike sex, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3200

Carrion - Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Summary: While Sam sleeps, Ruby plays.

Warnings: explicit, dark contemplation, somnophilia

Words: 341

Celibacy, Interrupted - Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

SPN Kink Bingo Square Filled: Facials

Warnings: blow job, cum on face, sam has no refractory period bc this is fic

Word Count: 573

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 629

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1069

I Know All Your Graces - Donna Hanscum x female reader, mentions of Dean Winchester x Donna + reader

Summary: @fandommaniacx asked – Donna x fem!reader with the line “that sounded a lot better in my head” please?

Warnings: explicit, fisting, breast play

Words: 689

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: @icemankazansky asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings: explicit, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 995

Meanwhile… - Sam Winchester x Jody Mills

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: I don’t even remember your rules, but listen Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Warnings: explicit

Words: 500

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2037

Not Fade Away - Emmanuel!Cas x Meg Masters

Summary: During a pit stop for gas and snacks, Meg promises to keep an eye on Emmanuel while Dean does his shopping.

Warnings: mature, Meg shenanigans, coming while clothed

Words: 357

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

Summary: @cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Warnings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, voyeurism

Words: 995

Smokestack Lighting - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summary: It’s been a long time coming, and the dam finally breaks.

Warnings: explicit, height difference, sex magic

Words: 2201

Till The Clock Struck On The Twelve - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: Jo and Ruby hit the town. Ruby dons a necktie and insists on being called Daddy for the night.

Warnings: mature, purple prose, male gaze forbidden, Daddy Kink

Words: 325

Whiskey, Leather, and Lace - Arthur Ketch x female reader/character

Summary: She doesn't love him.

Warnings: explicit, bondage, panty gag, orgasm control

Words: 400

You Want It, You’re Wanted - Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Summary: Mutual gratification is the name of the game.

Warnings: mature, Wartenberg wheel, tiny bit of blood

Words: 323

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A Birthday Celebration, Masterlist - Complete

This work of fiction contains adult themes and subject matter. Please do not read, reply, or reblog, if you are under the age of 18.

Series Summary: Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be. Total Word Count: 14288 (Each chapter will be labeled with individual word counts) Characters: Reader; Supernatural- Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury; Once Upon A Time- Jefferson the Mad Hatter, Regina Mills, Killian Jones; The movie “Constantine”- John Constantine; BBC’s Sherlock- Sherlock Holmes; The MCU and X-Men Universes- Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, Professor Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau; Criminal Minds- Doctor Spencer Reid  Pairings: Reader x Benny; Reader x Remy; Benny x Remy; Benny x Dean; Reader x Dean Series Warnings: language; mention of past show canon violence (supernatural); magic; palm slicing for magic; mention of past character death; lots of fluff; bisexual Dean; bisexual Benny; bisexual Remy; smut: double oral female receiving, male oral receiving, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, threesome - f/m/m, foursome - f/m/m/m, cock worship, body worship, pussy worship, multiple orgasms, top Remy, bottom Remy, top Benny, bottom Benny, top Dean, dominance overtones, voyeurism, growling, powers use during sex, aftercare; condoms are not used, but reader is on birth control; A/N: Birthday fic, for my internet wifey, @thorne93… LOVE YOU BESTIE!

First few chapters are Beta’d by @arrow-guy​. The rest by @thorne93​. Without either of their help and input, this fic would have been damn near impossible. 

All page dividers were created by me. Please do not save and use. I make page dividers and will make a set for you, for $3. Please message me if interested.

Links on tumblr | AO3:

Chapter One: The Invitation - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Two: A Familiar Back Alley - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Three: Welcome to the Tea Party - tumblr | AO3 

Chapter Four: Cajun Spice, and Everything Nice* - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Five: Tongue Worship* - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Six: Filled to the Brim* - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Seven: The After Dinner Show* - tumblr | AO3

Chapter Eight: ‘Til We Meet Again - tumblr | AO3

* contains smut

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A Birthday Celebration

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

by CarryOnMySwanSong

Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

Words: 931, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Whole New World Of Adventures

Fandoms: Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Constantine (2005), Sherlock (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, John Constantine, Sherlock Holmes, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau, Spencer Reid

Relationships: Benny Lafitte/You, Remy LeBeau/You, Dean Winchester/You, Benny Lafitte/Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Oral Sex, Double Oral Female Receiving, Male Oral Receiving, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Orgy, Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bisexual Benny Lafitte, Bisexual Remy LeBeau, Top Remy LeBeau, Bottom Remy LeBeau, Top Benny Lafitte, Bottom Benny Lafitte, Top Dean Winchester, Dominance, Growling, Voyeurism, Magic, Powers Use During Sex, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Multiple Crossovers, Movie/TV crossover, Reader-Insert, Palm Slicing for Magic, Mention of Past Violence, mention of past character death, Flirting, Cock Worship, Body Worship, Pussy Worship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

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Ties That Bind - Part 2: A Place In The Clouds

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Crowley McCloud (mentioned), Castiel Novak, Claire Stanford, Pamela Barnes (mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley (mentioned), Gabriel Benedict (mentioned), Meg Masters, Ben Braeden, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Bela Lafitte (mentioned), DJ Lafitte (OC-mentioned), Jimmy (OC), Oscar (OC)  

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of rape, mention of incest, mention of phedofilia, (none of these are graphic or dwelled on but they are part of the kid’s history), language, violence, use of weapons (knife and gun)   

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERLIST

McCloud’s was made up of 5 buildings scattered around a small piece of land up on the hill just outside of town. It wasn’t further away than the kids could ride their bikes to school or to go shopping, but it was out of the way enough for a social workers to keep some level of control over who was coming and going, which was often important when dealing with kids from abusive homes. Each of the houses were named after parts of a ship. Crowley’s idea, and you had never gotten why, just accepted it for a fact.

A week after Ben’s arrest you were walking from the parking lot, passing the Deck and Beam, like you did every day coming to work. Those were the houses where the younger kids usually lived. There were exceptions when siblings were housed at The Clouds. The Clouds was the kid’s nickname for the home, and all of the social workers had taken to using it too. The kids that were housed in the Deck were babies and toddlers, and they weren’t there for long. The kids in the Beam were around 4-10 years old, and they only stayed at The Clouds for a year tops. It was one of the state rules. Kids that age had to be placed within a foster home or a permanent group home within a year. The Clouds was not a permanent home. It was a midway house for kids and teens. You accepted kids with a 3 hour notice. One social worker picked them up at hospitals or police stations while another made rooms ready for them. Your job was ever changing, and that was how you liked it, even if saying goodbye to the kids never because easier.

You continued through the big yard that all the houses shared. Too your left was the Bridge, and to you right was the Bow. Both of these houses were for tweens and teens. You worked at the Bow alongside Cas, Pamela, Gabriel, Charlie, and Chuck. Each house had 6 social workers and some temps to help out when needed. How the workload was divided differed from house to house, but at the Bow, you had chosen to team up in pairs. Each kid was assigned a primary and secondary social worker when they arrived at The Clouds, and if you were assigned primary, Cas would be your secondary and vice versa. Same went for Charlie and Chuck, and Gabe and Pamela.

Everyone looked after all the kids in the house when they were at work off course, but the primary and secondary assigned to the kid in question were the ones that handled meetings, parent contact, school functions and so on. It was Crowley’s idea that you paired up male and female to give the kids a sense of family, but who you had chosen to pair with he had left up to you. Gabe was good at keeping Pamela’s temper in check, and she was great at grounding him a bit. Charlie was outgoing and bubbly, which was a great counter to the more shy and collected Chuck. Cas was the reason and logic to your emotion and strong will. The six of you worked well together, and The Bow was the only house with no drama amongst the staff.

Right between the Bridge and Bow was the Lighthouse. The Lighthouse was where Crowley lived and worked. It was his home as well as the administrational building where all meetings were held. You had always loved that he cared enough to stay at the Clouds. He was always there, day or night, whenever his staff needed him. He knew all the kids by name, and even though he scared some of them a little, he was a good man. He fought for the kids under his roof, and he respected the people he had working for him and valued their opinions.

The Bow was quiet when you walked through the doors. Most of the kids were at school, and the rest were probably of with Pamela for the day. You made your way down the hallway passed the kids rooms and to the office.. It was empty when you walked in. Maybe Cas was running late? You put your coat and your bag in your locker before locking the office up behind you and walking back up the hall and towards the kitchen and the living room.

“Hello Y/N.” You jumped at the voice behind you and swiftly twirled around and hit his arm.

“Damnit Cas! Don’t do that,” you hissed at him.

Cas just smirked and walked passed you, putting the folder he was carrying down on the kitchen counter. “You scare to easy, Y/N.”

“No, I don’t,” you protested and frowned. “Where did you come from anyway? I was just in the office?”

“I was over at the Lighthouse. Crowley called a few minutes ago. The police report is in.” Cas stopped and looked at you. “You are not going to like it Y/N.”

You flew across the room and grabbed the folders on the counter. “They don’t believe her? How can they not. She was covered in bruises and…”

Cas walked around the counter and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “There was no evidence of sexual assault the night she ran, and they are saying since she is 16  - 15 at the time, it is not uncommon for her not to be a virgin. Plus she has a history of lying about…”

“She wasn’t lying, Cas. She named the wrong person, and yes that was dumb, but she was scared. Everything she said happened back then did happen. It just wasn’t her teacher that raped her. It was her dad.”

You were furious. You knew the police report would carry a lot of weight with the county, and this was going to make your job a hell of a lot harder. You couldn’t let them send her back home. You knew you couldn’t make these cases personal, but this one was. Claire had gotten through your layer of professionalism. She was like a little sister to you and you couldn’t let her get hurt anymore.

Cas reached out to you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I know. Crowley talked to Meg. She is going to drag out the psych eval for a bit. Buy us sometime. Claire is not going anywhere today. None of us are going to let that happen. We got your back – all of us.”

You took a deep breath before pulling away and drying your eyes. “Okay what is our game plan here?”

Almost a year ago today, you had picked up Claire at the hospital. She had been treated for broken ribs and a split lip. When the doctor had asked her who had done it, she had said it was her father. After the police had interviewed her, they had called The Clouds, asking them to take her in. Claire had been your first case as a primary, and it had taken a lot of work to get her to open up to you, but she finally had. She had told you about how her father had come into her room every night ever since she turned 12. She had told you about his treats and the beatings that had gotten worse when she began to fight back. The night she had found her way to the hospital, she had kicked him in the nuts and managed to get away. She had pleaded with you to make sure she would never have to go back there, and you had promised her you would do everything you could to make sure that never happened. The police report in front of you did not make it easier for you to keep your promise.

***

You breathed a sigh of relief when you walked out through the doors of city hall and into the fresh afternoon spring air. The war was not yet won, but this battle was. The county social workers had agreed to let Claire stay at The Clouds for another 6 weeks to give Meg Masters, the psychiatrist that worked most of your cases, time to finish her eval on Claire. Having her there today had really helped. You were grateful to her for dropping everything when Crowley had called. She had showed up at the meeting, fighting for Claire alongside you and Cas against the two bull headed cops, who had written the report clearing Claire’s father of any wrong doings.

Meg smiled at you as she walked up beside you. “Well fought Y/N. You are getting good at this.”

You smiled back at her, grateful for her compliment. Your eyes wandered back to City Hall and to Cas, who was still behind the glass doors, finishing up some paper work. “Well I did have a great teacher.”

Your eyes found Meg’s again, and a slight blush showed on her cheeks. You knew she and Cas liked each other, but neither of them had the guts to ask the other out.

“Yes you have,” she quickly agreed before hugging you. “Say goodbye to him for me. I need to get back to the hospital and my clients.”

You smiled as you watched Meg hurry back towards her car, and you jumped for the second time that day when Cas’ disappointed voice sounded behind you. “She was off in a hurry.”

“Damnit Castiel!” You slapped his arm and fought to hold back a laugh. “I am going to put nails in your shoes or something. You move like a damn cat.”

“Sorry,” he grinned at you. “So we still have a few hours left of our shift. I was thinking about going down to see Ben at juvie. Do you wanna come, or do you want me to drop you off at The Clouds on my way so you can finish up the paperwork on Claire?”

Cas was primary on Ben Braeden, but the two of you tended to do everything together if you could get away with it. You didn’t need Cas to tag along with you everywhere anymore. He certainly didn’t need you, but you worked well as a team, and you both preferred it that way.

“I would love to come. I got a morning shift tomorrow so I can finish up while the kids are at school.”

Cas smiled at your words. “I was hoping you would say that.”

***

Seeing Ben had brought a lot of mixed emotions to the surface. You knew juvie was the worst place in the world for a kid like him. There would be way too many kids there trying to influence him and turn him into the kind of person he easily could become but really wasn’t. Ben never hurt anyone on purpose. He was a gently, kind boy who desperately needed a male role model in his life. He needed someone who would tell him he was doing right and that he could look up too.

You hated seeing the black eye some kid had given him. He apologized to you and Cas over and over, even though you both insisted he didn’t have too. You both wanted him to focus himself and keeping his nose clean. The two of you would get him back home after the hearing in a few weeks.

“You go sign us out,” Cas nodded towards the office around the corner. “I’ll call Meg and have her look in on him sometime this week. We could use her help at the hearing.”

“Sure you could,” you teased, and Cas immediately pulled a face at you.

“Would you stop that? There is nothing going on between the two of us.”

“I know there isn’t, but there should be.” You winked and smiled when you saw Cas blush, and you left him speechless as you headed down the hall and around the corner towards the office.

You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. So when you felt like you ran into a brick wall, you dropped all of your folders and let out a small yelp. You started apologizing until you looked up and realized who the man you had collided with was.

“YOU?!”

***

Dean’s PoV

“Are you coming over tonight? DJ misses his uncle.” Benny grabbed his jacket from the chair and stopped to look at his partner who was just finishing up some paper work.

Dean looked up and smiled. “Not tonight buddy. I promised my dad I would stop by and help him get his old truck running, and I am thinking I might drop in on that Braeden kid on my way there.”

Benny frowned as he tried to recall the name. “You mean that kid who pulled a gun on you at the convenient store last week?” Benny smiled when Dean nodded. “Wow, that social worker chick really did a number on you brother.”

Dean was taken aback by Benny’s words, and his jaw dropped. “What? No. Are you kidding me? She was rude and bossy and she…”

“…was damn hot.” Benny finished Dean’s sentence, making him smile.

“Yeah well… It is not about her. It’s the kid. She said he was easy to influence, and he just seemed scared more than anything else. Nothing like the other two.”

Dean got up and grabbed his jacket, and Benny quickly followed him as they headed for the door. “So she said that did she?” His partner kept teasing him, and Dean shot him a glare.

“Would you stop that? A chick like that is way too much work. Besides she hates me.”

Benny sent his partner a big grin as they separated, each heading for their cars. “Oh believe me. They are worth it.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head and yelled after Benny before he got in the car. “Tell Bela and the kid I said hey.”

***

A few minutes later, Dean arrived at juvie, and he was greeted by the guard in the sign in office and put his name in the day book. Just as he turned around, she rounded the corner and ran straight into him. “Oh I am so sorry. I didn’t see….” She looked up and her eyes met his. “YOU?! What are you doing here?!”

There was something about her. She pushed all of his buttons, but he still felt drawn to her.

“Same as you I suspect,” Dean tried to keep his voice calm in spite of her rude greeting. “My job.”

She huffed and squatted down and started to gather up her papers, and Dean did the same in effort to help her. “What does that mean?”

Dean handed her back some of her papers and reached out to help her back up, but she brushed off his hand.

“It means that you cops only worry about the kids you lock up when you want something from them.”

Dean raised his brows and stared at her. Damn she was infuriating, but there was also something else. Something about the curve of her lips and the spark in her eyes that made him wanna reach out and pull her in for a bruising kiss. He fought the urge, and instead, he snapped back at her.

“Us cops huh? So you know me because you know what I do for a living?”

“Yes,” she raised her voice a little, and she didn’t back down. Actually, she took a step closer to him, and Dean had to admit he was a little impressed by her gumption even though her words pissed him off. “You have a motive for being here. You are not turning Ben into some snitch. He deserves to have a life.”

“You know what Miss Bleeding Heart, if he wanted to work for me, that would be his call. Not yours,” Dean snapped at her.

He had no idea why he said what he did. He had no intention of asking Ben to inform for him, but this Harvelle girl just had a way of making him lose his head.

“Don’t call me that. You are a cocky jerk cop who thinks he can do whatever he wants, because he is hiding behind a damn badge.”

She was full on yelling at him now and Dean was just about to open his mouth and bite back at her when a man appeared behind her. He quickly grabbed her arm and nodded at Dean before dragging her with him out of there, “Crowley called we are needed back to The Clouds.”

Dean turned around and looked after them. He saw how she shook herself loose of the guy’s grip and he could tell by her body language she wasn’t much happier with that guy right now than she was with him. Dean’s eyes rested on her form. Her long Y/H/C hair that she had tied into a ponytail and the way her hips swayed when she walked. Maybe Benny had been right? Maybe she was worth the fight? Dean couldn’t help but smile when he remembered the way she had looked at him when he stripped of his jacket and shirt in front of her to get his west on. She liked him. Or she would if she would just give him half a chance. Maybe someday she would. Dean admired her that was for sure. She was infuriation and stubborn as hell but she was courageous. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him like that. Much less a girl.

Your PoV

“What did Crowley want?” You shook free of Cas’ grip when you were halfway down the hall, and Cas just stared back at you.

“Nothing. I haven’t spoken to him. I was saving you from making an enemy out of a cop. They might be jerks, but we need them, and you know that.” Cas scolded you, and your eyes narrowed.

“Castiel you can’t be serious. That guy put Ben in here. He doesn’t belong here.” you snapped at him as you followed him out the door, and Cas turned to look at you.

“I know that. But that cop… Detective Winchester, doesn’t. And you pissing him off is not going to help Ben’s case. He could be useful to have in our corner at the hearing, or at the very least, not fighting against us. Judges tend to listen to the cop that had a gun pointed at their face.”

You huffed, but you knew Cas was right. So you backed down a little. “He calls me a bleeding heart. He is a jerk with a badge.”

Cas smiled as he opened the car door for you. “Well you are. We all are, and what was it you said about me and Meg? Maybe you should make up an excuse to call that detective of yours?”

Your eyes opened wide, and your jaw dropped. “Have you lost your mind Cas. I can’t stand the guy.”

Cas let out a heartfelt laugh as he headed around the car to the driver’s seat. “Sure you can’t.”

A week later

It was a Saturday night, and most of the kids were out. Claire, Jimmy. and Alex were the only ones left at your house. The Deck and The Beam had quieted down for the night, and The Bridge seemed quiet too. You assumed the social worker’s had taken their group out for a weekend or day trip or something, because you hadn’t seen much of them all day.

Cas was down in Jimmy’s room playing some game on his laptop and you and the girls were in the kitchen baking and fooling around. You loved nights like this. Quiet and normal. Just what most of these kids needed. You smiled to yourself as you watched the girls fight over the recipe.

“If you two don’t stop that, I am going to start throwing flour,” you warned them, and they both laughed and pulled faces at you.

All of a sudden the front door slammed, and you jumped in front of both the girls instinctively. Oscar, a new 17 year old boy from The Bridge, stumbled through the door. At 5’9” and around 200 lbs, Oscar was a big guy. His pupils were dilated, and he was clearly on something. He stormed towards you before coming to a halt a few feet away.

“I need money!”

“Girls go to your rooms,” you quickly ordered them. Claire started to protest, but you shoved her towards the hall as you repeat yourself. Finally she followed Alex down the hall, but she passed her room.

“I need money!” Oscar repeated as he grabbed a knife and pointed it at you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. Your only job was to keep the other kids safe. You knew you couldn’t get to the safe without walking past all of the kids rooms, and you couldn’t risk one of the girls, Jimmy, or Cas surprising him. You needed to try to reason with him.

“Oscar I can’t give you any. You know that. If you need money you need to talk to the staff at The Bridge.” Your efforts didn’t help, and the boy stepped closer, still pointing the knife at you.

“I will cut you bitch. I need cash now.”

“Okay...” You held your hands up in defense. “I can see that. Why don’t you tell me what you need it for, and I will see what I can do?” you offered, but Oscar just swung the knife at you. You jumped backwards, barely avoiding the reach of the blade.

“None of your damn business you cow. You just need to pay me now.”

Your new position allowed you a better view of the hallway, and you saw Cas slowly approaching the kitchen, nodding at you to keep the kid distracted. So you did. “Okay. Oscar, right?”

“What does my name matter?” the kid stormed forward just as Cas jumped, grabbing his legs and pulling him down with him.

You reacted fast, kicking the boy’s wrist hard enough to make him drop the knife. Cas struggled with him for a while before he got him wrestled into a lock on the floor, just as you turned back around from picking up the knife.

“Call 911.” Cas ordered, and you ran down the hall where Claire was hiding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go to my room. I thought if I got Cas… I was afraid he was going to hurt you so….”

You smiled at her the best you could and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “You did good sweetie. But I need you to go to your room and stay there until Cas or I come for you okay?”

Claire nodded and ran down the hall just as you hurried into the office and picked up the phone.

Dean’s PoV

Dean and Benny had been heading back towards the station when they responded to the call. It would usually have been a job for one of the uniformed officers and not a detective, but they were less than five minutes out, so Dean had turned the car and sped up the hill towards The Clouds.

Y/N had greeted them at the door, and Dean knew it was serious when she completely ignored the fact that he was the one responding to the call. She just led them through the house where the other social worker Dean had seen at juvie a week ago was holding down huge kid who was clearly high off his ass. Dean didn’t give it a second thought – he jumped to the man’s aid, and together they got him wrestled off his side and onto his stomach; into Dean’s cuffs while Benny had his gun pulled, ready to respond in case the kid slipped out of their holds.

“Nice work.” Dean applauded the dark haired social worker as they helped each other pull the screaming and struggling kid onto his feet. As soon as he was up, Benny took over from the guy and gave Dean a quick nod when the sirens sounded outside. Benny led the kid, quiet forcefully, out the door and towards the newly arrived patrol car.

“So you wanna give me a speech as to why I shouldn’t arrest that kid too?” Dean turned his attention towards Y/N, but when he saw how pale she was, he could have bit his tongue. The dark haired social worker rushed to her side and helped her onto the couch before he sent Dean a hard glare.

“Back off a little would you?”

Dean nodded, bowing his head in guilt as he sat down in front of them. “I’m sorry.” He caught her eye, and when she just nodded, Dean really wanted to kick himself. He should have known better than to speak to a victim like that. He turned his attention to the man. “I don’t think we have met. I am Detective Dean Winchester.” Dean held out his hand and the man took it.

“Castiel Novak.”

Dean sent both of them a reassuring smile. “Okay Y/N and Castiel, I need you guys to tell me what happened tonight. Just take your time. I am not in a hurry.”

Dean stayed and listened for the better part of an hour, and the more Y/N and Castiel talked, the more he hated himself for his behavior earlier. When he was finishing up the interview, another social worker Castiel had called earlier to relieve them arrived. She ran right up to Castiel and Y/N and threw her arms around their necks.

“Thank God you two are alright.”

“We’re fine Charlie.” Dean watched Y/N send the red haired woman a weak smile. “Thank you for coming in. I just need to check up on Claire, and then I am heading home. Are we done here?” She returned her attention to Dean. He looked up to check in with Benny who nodded back at him.

“I finished interviewing the kids so if you’re…” Benny let his words trail out, and Dean returned his attention to Y/N.

He sent her a warm smile and nodded. “We’re done. If any of you remember anything else…” Dean pulled out two cards from his wallet and handed them to Y/N and Castiel, “don’t hesitate to call.”

Y/N nodded. She was still pale when she got off the couch and headed down the hallway. Dean and Castiel stood too, and together with Benny, they headed for the door.

“Don’t let her be alone tonight,” Dean spoke as he shook Castiel’s hand. “When the shock subsides, she is going to need a friend.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Castiel promised, and Dean’s heart sank a little as he couldn’t help but wonder if there was any hidden meaning behind those words. Dean nodded again before following Benny back to his car, silently wishing he could have been the one to be there for her tonight.

Dean Tag Team

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TTB Tag Team

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[notnaturalanahi]

A to Z kinks - Smut Drabbles

Here’s what I came up with to celebrate my lastest milestone. This means requests are open for a brief period of time again. YAY!

All you gotta do is pick a kink from the list below and send me letter + a SPN character.

Also if you may, reblog for signal boost, thank you!!

Few rules before you send your kink request

Do follow me. I won’t be checking but yeah, that’d be nice

Reader inserts (specify male or I’ll go for female)

SPN Characters only (TFW, Benny Lafitte and John Winchester you can also say what facet of the character you want like MOC!Dean or Human!Cas or Soulless!Sam) I have no problem with RPF and other characters but those harder for me to write.

I will do one drabble per kink, so I will update the list as it goes. 

Remember to send an ASK with the letter and your character, I will be writing these over the couse of the next couple of weeks

Kinks 

Anal - Castiel for megawinchester1999

Breath Play - Demon!Dean for charliebradbury1104

Cum Play - Dean for emoryhemsworth 

Dry Humping - Dean for Anonymous - thebikiniinspector

Edging - Sam for juhowel

Foot Job - Sam for Anonymous

Getting Caught - Cas for kdfrqqg

Hair Pulling - Dean for Anonymous

Injured (/comfort sex) - John for emilyymichelle and supernaturallymarvellous

Jackhammering - Dean for Anonymous

Kissing - Cas for Anonymous

Lazy Sex - Dean for jessicawritessmut

Mirror kink - Dean for akshi8278

Needy Sex - Benny for feelmyroarrr

Oral - Dean for queen-of-deans-booty

Phone Sex - Dean for dreamingintheimpalawithdean and abbsolute

Quickie- Dean for tardis-full-of-fallen-angels

Rough Sex - Dean for Anonymous

Size Kink - Sam for uniquewerewolfsuit

Toys - Sam for Anonymous

Underwear Kink

Voyeurism - Dean for thebikiniinspecto

Whipping - Gabriel (exception) for bloodstained-porcelain-doll

SeXting - Soulless!Sam for winchesterprincessbride

By Yourself (Masturbation) - Dean for roxyspearing

Zzz (Waking up to sex) - Demon!Dean for docharleygeekqueen and tardis-full-of-fallen-angels

Tags 

forevs(add youself)

Everything: @nadiandreu7 @winchesters-princess @purgatoan @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @thegreatficmaster @death2thevirgin @mogaruke @isis278 @marygracewinchester @lbug1025  @authoressskr @fangirl1802 @ria132love @policeofficerdean @donnaintx @feelmyroarrrr @just-another-busy-fangirl @love-kittykat21 @tanithlowisabamf @emilyymichelle @goldenangelbloodcastiel @likesiriusly @petrovadixon @bulletscrossbowpie @imagining-supernatural @kdfrqqg @bradygabrielle-blog @charliebradbury1104 @hanny-writes-spn @thedevilinthedetails @docharleythegeekqueen @artprincessbree @mrswhozeewhatsis @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels @sandlee44 @supernatural-girl97 @the-sassy-one @wicked-gen @queen-of-deans-booty @sam-in-a-flannel @raylin19 @sammys-lost-shoe @bribrixd5 @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @nanie5 @roxyspearing @jessicawritessmut

Dean/Jensen: @anokhi07 @boxywrites @hunterintraining1967 @deansbaekaz2y5 @missmotherhen @kaitlynmarie1120 @tas898 @akshi8278 @green-eyed-hunters @valerieshubin @sukawaii317 @chennyetomlinson @justanotherdeangirl

Sam/Jared: @kinkybabytwinkle @chennyetomlinsoon @samwinjarpad

Castiel/Misha: @afanofmanystuffs @uniquewerewolfsuit 

Tags from Michelle’s list (I apoligize if you didn’t want me to tag you): @thinkwritexpress-official @sammit-janet @ellen-reincarnated1967  @sis-tafics  @meganwinchester1999  @myfand0msandm0re   @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @roxy-davenport @sunriserose1023 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @everyday-supernatural-af@babypieandwhiskey @avasmommy224 @mysaintsasinner @spn-fan-girl-173  @klaineaholic @supernaturalismalife @quiddy-writes  @hexparker @alangel1895 @atwistoffate @evilskank-inthemegacoven 

[lunarsaturn88]

Benny the vampirate

Warnings: Time in purgatory

Words: 299

Pairing: Benny Lafitte x Reader

A/N: Thank you bohowitch for sending this gif in of Benny. I hope that it makes you proud of what has been written for him. I’m still trying my best to get writing his personality down… it’s kind of hard when I don’t really know him all that well. Enjoy guys.

You had lost track of the time that you had been here in purgatory. You cursed to yourself how you were way to close to Dick Roman the head of the Leviathans that led you here with Dean and Cas. But sadly you had lost both Cas and Dean and you hadn’t a clue of where they were in this dangerous place. Your hand gripped onto your weapon tightly, your eyes scouring the area hoping and praying that you wouldn’t become someone’s meal.

But your thoughts of danger soon was noticed when you got flung to the ground by a leviathan. Your face went into panic as you reached for your weapon that had been knocked out of your hands and sent sailing across the ground. You were thinking the worst was to come when you suddenly felt the weight being pulled up off of you and a yelp coming from the leviathan that had you pinned down on the ground.

“Come on cher.” You heard a Louisiana twang in a male voice. “Can’t have you sitting there all day… unless you want to be killed. Trust me cher this isn’t the place you want to be. Home… This is where you wanna be. Not in this hell hole.”

You scrambled up to your feet as you noticed that he had fangs. “You’re a vampire… why did you help me?”

“This place ain’t meant for no human.”

“I am gathering that… and I’m stuck here with my best friend who is also human and our angel friend.”

The man let out a soft breath. “Benny is my name… and I guess I’m stuck helping you out Cher. This is no place for a human or an angel.”

“Thank you Benny… I’m Y/N.”

Benny nodded his head. “Come on.”

@coralturtlenut   @baitellasupernatural @mamaredd123 @faegal04 @fandommaniacx @oneshoeshort @crazysocklovingfangirl @tinalynn91 @justanotherdeangirl @sandlee44 @sofreddie @goldenolaf25 @myloveforyouxx @weasleywinchester @spn-applepie-imagines @hexparker

[ao3feed-wayward]

A Birthday Celebration

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

by CarryOnMySwanSong

Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

Words: 931, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Whole New World Of Adventures

Fandoms: Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Constantine (2005), Sherlock (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, John Constantine, Sherlock Holmes, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau, Spencer Reid

Relationships: Benny Lafitte/You, Remy LeBeau/You, Dean Winchester/You, Benny Lafitte/Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Oral Sex, Double Oral Female Receiving, Male Oral Receiving, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Orgy, Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bisexual Benny Lafitte, Bisexual Remy LeBeau, Top Remy LeBeau, Bottom Remy LeBeau, Top Benny Lafitte, Bottom Benny Lafitte, Top Dean Winchester, Dominance, Growling, Voyeurism, Magic, Powers Use During Sex, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Multiple Crossovers, Movie/TV crossover, Reader-Insert, Palm Slicing for Magic, Mention of Past Violence, mention of past character death, Flirting, Cock Worship, Body Worship, Pussy Worship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

[waywardimpalawriter]

Mr. Fixit met his match Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Summary: Suave, charming the man every woman wants and every man wants to be like. That is till he meets his match.

Setting: AU Lawrence, Kansas                                          

Pairings:  Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa, Sam x Jess, Mary x John

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Lisa Braden, Ben Braden (later) Bobby Singer, (possible Rowena, Jodi Mills, Donna Hanscum)

Warnings: Name calling, body issues, self-hatred, smut (later), unprotected sex, fighting, yelling, disappointment (father/son), past indiscretions, cursing

Setting: Lawrence, Kansas. First couple of chapters are set in between 2005 and 2008.  

Notes: Originally @smoothdogsgirl asked for a request using the song The Fix by Nelly, the idea kinda took off from the song and has grown into a monster which is all Dean’s fault I might add. So there will be more than one part to this little ditty.

Note on the story: for those who like Lisa Braden I’m sorry, I liked her as well in the show but she fit better for what I have in mind to come. Also while we know in the show John was the best father he could be with Mary gone, I’ve changed a few things up. He’s a better father with Mary but there were some rocky things that happened in the past when they were first married.

Tag List:

Forever:@winters-buck @angryschnauzer  @feelmyroarrrr @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel  @aquabrie @marvel-lucy @supernaturallymarvellous

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl @ruprecht0420 @policeofficerdean @vougebandit @hell-bound-angel @aprofoundbondwithdean

Mr. Fixit tag list: @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian

Mr. Fixit match his match Masterlist 

 Not believing your luck or lack thereof at being in the same town, no knowing his very family for the last five years and to think all those years ago your editor and boss demanded that you set out to destroy his life. You hadn’t thought twice about rejecting the assignment, hadn’t started your career to destroy someone else and you’d been damn sure not gonna start then. In the long run it’s what got you fired and reduced to this small town away from everyone in Topeka. No one but Castiel new of your past, not having the balls to tell anyone, not that it would or should make much of a difference. But you’d decided to keep certain things a secret. Cas knew because he’d managed to worm his way passed your defenses, trusting someone for the first time in a long time.  

Now however you wonder, while sitting in the Blue plate diner, breakfast menu and coffee hardly touched, eyes staring out into the murky morning. Storm clouds rolling in from the south promising rain and a dreary day, much like your thoughts. You had no reason to worry, it’s not like you wrote that article. No that’s been Lisa’s pleasure taking someone apart piece by piece; butchering their lives for profit and you’d always thought some sick amusement.

“Weather ain’t gonna change no matter how hard you stare at it babe,” slightly rough female voice sounded to your right.

Head snapping around to stare up at Jodi, who’s smiling down at you, “Willing it to turn with the power of my mind.”

“You’re a goof,” is her answering words while taking the booth opposite. “Gonna tell me what has you in such deep thoughts?”

“It’s nothing Jodi, just lost in my own mind for a moment to long is all,” smiling to dispel the thoughts you’d been having and to reassure Jodi, “What’s for breakfast?”

Sensing there’s more to the subject than you’re willing to admit to, Jodi files that little nugget away for later. “Usual, stack of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, side of fruit and a biscuit?”

“You know me so well mama bear,” you cooed patting her hand affectionately.

Watching as she walked off, short brown hair tossed a bit by the door breeze signaling someone new has entered. Not bothering to look around at the newcomer instead focusing on the chipped baby blue Formica topped table and the laundry list of things you had to get done.

“Shame such a pretty girl to be eating alone,” whiskey roughened voice stated of the man sliding into the booth side Jodi just left.

Scowling, “What’d ya want Crowley I’m in no mood for your shit today.”

“How you wound me pet and here I thought we could be besties,” tipping his top lip up in a smug smirk, chocolate brown orbs watching your every move.

“Maybe when hell freezes over,” an unlady like snort issued from you while glaring daggers at the English man. “So I ask again what’d want?”

“Feisty, just how I like my women,” giving you a wink before glancing around. His eyes came back to settle on you making you wonder what’s going on in his twisted mind. “I have a proposition for you love one that could benefit us both.”

“I’ve had my quota of dating snakes thank you very much so the answers no,” arms crossed you send another glare his way that could peel paint off a wall.

Never one to judge people by how others speak of them, you’ve always waited and figured them out on your own. Having given Crowley the benefit of the doubt when first meeting, almost five years ago now, you knew better having had a few run ins with the Englishman. His dealings whether it be through his business as owner of one of the biggest garages, besides Winchester and son, in the area or personal favors and deals Crowley can't be trusted. You’d seen that with your own two eyes and wouldn’t be going down that pothole infested road ever.

“You may want to rethink your tone pet, one never knows when you might need a friend,” his oily smile giving you the need to go take a long hot shower, scrubbing with bleach to disinfect.

“What exactly are you talking about Crowley?”

Dark eyes flicking up towards the entryway, quickly filling with disgust then gone, replaced by a smug smile as he refocuses on you. “In due time, all will be revealed till then think about having a five figure bank account, job security and a better life.”

Soft growl leaves your lips. “If you think I’d come to work for you, your even crazier than I thought.”

Tsking, shaking his head, “You say that now love but give it time you might see things my way soon.”

“Your ways the highway Crowley now get to steppin’ before you ruin her appetite,” very seldom had you heard the harshness in Jodi’s voice till now, as she sets your breakfast down.

Slipping out of the booth he gives her the once over, “Don’t worry I was just leaving wouldn’t want to eat anything from this rat infested place anyway.” Turning his eyes back to you, “Think on what I said love it could be very beneficial for you.”

“Nothing good ever came from knowing you Crowley,” deep male voice stated from behind you, back going ramrod straight at the menacing tone.

“You would know right Winchester? Worked for then burned me by leaving, taking my costumers with you,” anger simmering in his tone while stepping up to Dean.

Smug smirk pulling at those full lips, “Can’t help they wanted perfection and not deception. Once you have a Winchester you never go back.”

Couldn’t help the eye roll you gave at Dean's words, this guy sure is full of himself, you think while sipping cold coffee.

“All right take your testosterone filled selves outside there’s no fighting on my diner,” Jodi yelled snapping her towel at both men, her own angry scowl gracing her features.

Sitting quietly during the whole exchange, wondering how much Dean, if any, had overheard. You couldn’t afford to lose your job it paid when your journalism career didn’t. Not to mention you loved working for Mary and John they’d become family when your own didn’t exist any longer.

“Slumming it are we?” Dean asked sliding into the booth, giving you a gimlet look while silently accepting the cup of black coffee Jodi sat before him.

Crossing your arms your own glare in place, “What’s it to you Winchester?” venom lacing your tone.

“You happen to be an employee sweetheart it doesn’t look good to be talking with the competition,” he returned features having settled into a neutral expression.

Snorting, turning your gaze to a breakfast that’s cooled by now, “Again none of your business.” Looking up to see him staring at you with an unreadable expression on his handsome face, you tip your head to the side, “Something crawl up your ass?”

Leaning forward, voice low and laced with contempt, “Listen here Benedict Arnold you work for me and faster than you can snap those little fingers of yours I can have you fired.”

“John Winchester hired me asshole not you,” you growl pushing your plate away, pulling your wallet out and landing a twenty down before sliding from the booth. Raking him with a sneer plastered on your lips, “Mind your own damn business and quit ear hustling.”

With that said, you storm out of the diner gaining a few stares on the way out. “What’d you say to her, Dean?” demanded Jodi, who walked over right as you left.

“Nothing,” he spat raising as well, mind turning over what just happened trying to cool his temper.

“Sure didn’t look like nothing to me,” shaking her head while tsking under her breath about how you didn’t eat. “Been back in town just a few days and already stirring up trouble.”

Raking a hand through his light brown hair, muttering to himself, “Would've been better to stay gone.”

“And how’s that working out for ya Dean?” having heard his muttering. Dean goes to answer but Jodi comes back at him with more, “Not too well huh? This town, it’s people have changed and forgotten what happened. Not like many truly cared beyond the gossip, only ones been hurtin’ is your family and you, Dean. Instead of lashing out at folks why not take a step back and try to mend some fences instead,” giving him a sympathetic smile before walking off.

Watching her go, Dean knows in the back of his mind Jodi’s right, lashing out like he had wasn’t the answer. However, coming into the diner and seeing you sitting with Crowley raised his hackles. Bringing back memories of a different time, different woman and a whole nother set of issues he didn’t want to examine in the light of day or at any time truly. But he couldn’t, shouldn’t compare you to her not when he doesn’t know you from Adam. Taking a breath, claiming his anger, Dean left the Blue plate heading for the garage to apologize for his attitude.

**************

Trying to cool your own anger, having peeled out of the parking lot headed towards work, you have every intention of telling John what happened. Stupid’s never been your deal, crazy hell yes, but not stupid. Not when much more hung in the balance than just your job.

Pulling your car to a stop, taking a couple of deep breaths before getting out, purse slung over your shoulder, a purposeful stride to your step. Barely acknowledging Benny’s good morning, or the frown forming on Bobby’s lips, your focus solely on the big man himself, John Winchester.

Feet propped on the edge of his desk, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, he doesn’t bat an eye when you walk in, door slamming shut behind you. “Mornin’ sweetheart, what’s crawled up your butt this early?”

Pacing, fingers picking at the small fuzz balls on your soft heather grey sweater, lip caught between your teeth wondering how exactly you should approach the subject. “You know I’d never leave you right?”

Brow lifts as the newspaper drops in half backwards to rich brown eyes staring straight into your soul. “Yeah, now what exactly is this about Y/N?” all playfulness gone from his demeanor as John put his coffee down.

“Your jackass of a son for one,” the words coming out in a huff as you pause and lock eyes with the eldest Winchester.

Puzzled, he sits forward in the high back leather computer chair, “I thought you and Sam…”

Waving him off, “Not Sam, who’s a sweetie FYI,” color flooding your cheeks as anger returns and you spit out, “Dean.”

Even more confused than before, John raises to come and stand before you, “What about Dean? You don’t even know him.”

“I know his kind,” you mutter low enough that John doesn’t catch your words. “He’s an ass, barges into other people’s business when it’s not asked of him. Thinking he has rights when he’s been absence for so long.” Starting to pace again, missing the frown marring his features as he watches your steps.

“Stop pacing before you wear a rut in my floor Y/N,” there’s a command to his tone that has you pausing and looking up at him. “Start from the beginning and explain.”

For the next ten minutes you break down everything that happened at the diner, leaving nothing out. Fingers tapping out a soft rhythm against your leg that your foot takes up, a nervous habit you’ve had all your life.

“So he wants to pouch one of my best employees now and not just the costumers he’s already taken,” shaking his head, he runs a callused hand through his hair letting it rest on the back of his neck. “You didn’t have to tell me this. But I’m guessing you’re afraid Dean would say something and you’d be tossed out on your ass.”

“Not exactly John,” starting to pace again. You seen the dark shadows under see his eyes, the rumpled black Carhartt over shirt, the weariness in his posture, so much is already riding on his shoulders you curse yourself for adding more. “I’m mean yeah that’s part of the reason, but the biggest fact is I didn’t want to keep that from you. Knowing Crowley’s out for the garage,” pausing you look back up at him. “You protect family no matter the cost; I mean I’m not implying we’re family, more friends but still…”

“Y/N,” voice stern to catch your attention, “you’re babbling.”

Giving him a sheepish grin, bringing your bottom lip in to chew at, “Sorry.”

Chuckling, “S’okay sweetheart,” sobering his stare piercing you, searching before speaking again. “You’re wrong.”

It’s your turn to be puzzled, “About?”

“You’re family kid just as much as Bobby or Benny. You’ve seen us through more shit than I’d care to discuss and yet stood by us,” unexpectedly he brings you in for a tight hug.

Which you return, resting your head on his chest, “Thank you John you don’t know how much that means to me,” emotions clog your voice making it quiver. Pulling back, after returning the embrace, “What about Crowley?”

He did have some idea, back ground check and all, but right now that’s not the pressing topic. “We’ll deal with him Y/N, for right now put him and his slimy offer out of your mind.”

“Will do boss man,” giving him a smile before turning to leave. “Best get to my post before the whole place falls apart,” you toss over your shoulder while walking out hearing the deep booming laughter of Johns.  Smile fading when you see who’s standing at the door, “Winchester,” comes out on a growl as you make to pass him.

“Have a minute?” Dean looks from you to his father and back again.

“For you,” raking him with a scathing look, “I don’t even have a second,” pushing passed the wall of muscle blocking your way out. It doesn’t budge even a fraction of an inch.  

“Listen cut the crap sweet cheeks I’m trying to apologize here,” arm coming out to impede your journey as you try to side step him.

Cutting your eyes at him, “You can take your apology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine Winchester,” forcefully pushing his arm and body out of the way. “And stop calling me those ridiculous nicknames; I have a name use it. Better yet don’t speak to me at all, don’t look at me, nothing just pretend I’m not here and we’ll be good. Because that’s how I’m gonna treat you.” With that said you twirl around, your H/C tossed over your shoulder, booted feet making noise as you leave both men behind.

Both John and Dean are left standing there watching as you walk towards the receiving desk to get things set out for the morning rush, along with brewing two pots of coffee and tiding up the waiting area. Dean didn’t know if he should be elated, offered or turned on right then as very few women could withstand his charms.

Whistling low, “Someone sure put a bee in her bonnet this morning,” grimacing, Bobby came to stand before both men. “Would hate to be on the receiving end of her tongue lashing, but wait you already have Dean,” chuckling the older man patted him on the shoulder. “Give it time she might thaw towards ya boy.”  

Snorting John turned to go back into his office, “You know Y/N better than that Bobby, she still holds a grudge against Gab for that stupid trick he pulled on her a few years back.”

Dean’s always loved a challenge and you’ve just become his next one.

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Diner Lovin' - Benny Lafitte x Reader

Sins of the 700 Challenge

Benny Lafitte x Reader

Kink: Dom/Sub Dynamics

Location: Diner

Warnings: smut, Dom/Sub Dynamics, dry humping, blow job male receiving, rough sex and language

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Benny the vampire had been saved from purgatory and gotten revenge on the ones who'd killed him. He went to a small town in Louisiana near where he was from before he become a vampire. He got a job at a diner called the Gumbo Shack run by his great granddaughter. Y/n was a waitress at the same place and she and Benny hit it off right away. Y/n had told Benny after they had slept together the first time she was a sub and she needed a dom. Benny was sure he could fill that role, she also told him she had a fantasy of having sex in the diner.

"You are one kinky little girl and I love it" Benny said, as she stood in front of him wearing nothing but a matching blue bra and thong set. Covering her was a black diner apron strings tied in the back, "I know you do. That's why we're perfect for each other" Y/n said. "Yes we are princess, now take that apron off and let me see your perfect ass" Benny said. "Yes sir" Y/n said, she took off the apron dropping it to the floor and turning around. "Good girl, now take that thong off" he said, Y/n shimmied out of her thong pushing her ass out slightly.

"Take off that bra and cone sit on my lap, princess" Benny said his thick southern vouce making wetness form in her pussy. "Yes sir" she said removing her bra and walking to Benny. "Do you want me to sit or straddle you sir" Y/n said, "straddle me, princess" Benny said. "Yes sir" she said putting a leg on either side of him, not doing anymore than he'd said that be a bad princess. He'd have to punish her for disobeying, which wasn't a bad thing but she wasn't getting punished in her fantasy.

"Roll your crotch over my hard cock until you cum princess" Benny said, "yes, sir"she said doing as he said. Y/n rolled her bare pussy over his jean clad crotch the bulge of his cock pressed into clit. "Can I please cum sir" Y/n moaned, "yes, princess you can cum" Benny said. Y/n came releasing her juices all over Benny's lap, "good girl, princess" he said, "now get down to your knees, unzip my jeans and suck my cock until I say stop" he said. Y/n sank to her knees and freed his cock taking it in her hand.

Y/n took his cock in her mouth licking over the vein at the back making him growl, she smiled at his reaction. She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head and he stood up planting his feet. His hands gripped her shoulders thrusting his cock into her mouth hitting her gag reflex. Benny pulled his cock out of her mouth, he took her hand pulling her up. "Lean over the counter and stick your ass up and do not cum until I say so" Benny said.

"Yes, sir" Y/n said as she positioned herself the way he said, she heard his clothes hit the floor. Benny slipped a condom over his cock slamming it into her entrance, "fuck sir, yes" Y/n screamed. "That's right princess tell me how much you love sir's cock" Benny growled pounding into her. "Yes sir, I love your big thick cock in my tiny pussy sir" Y/n moaned, she dug her nails in the counter. Benny dug his fingers into her hips hard enough she'd have bruises the next day.

Benny slammed his hips forcing his cock deeper into the her hitting her cervix and g spot. "Sir, can I cum" she moaned, Benny knew he was close and needed her to cum so he could. "Cum princess, cum all over sir's cock" Benny said, her pussy clenched around his cock. "Yes, sir you make me feel so good" she moaned, he shot his load into the condom and pulled out. "You good Y/n" Benny said. "Yes Benny I'm perfect, thank you for fulfilling my fantasy" she said. "No problem Y/n, I'll gladly be your Dom anyplace, anytime and try any kink you like" Benny said.

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A Birthday Celebration

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

by CarryOnMySwanSong

Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

Words: 931, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Whole New World Of Adventures

Fandoms: Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Constantine (2005), Sherlock (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, John Constantine, Sherlock Holmes, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau, Spencer Reid

Relationships: Benny Lafitte/You, Remy LeBeau/You, Dean Winchester/You, Benny Lafitte/Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Oral Sex, Double Oral Female Receiving, Male Oral Receiving, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Orgy, Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bisexual Benny Lafitte, Bisexual Remy LeBeau, Top Remy LeBeau, Bottom Remy LeBeau, Top Benny Lafitte, Bottom Benny Lafitte, Top Dean Winchester, Dominance, Growling, Voyeurism, Magic, Powers Use During Sex, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Multiple Crossovers, Movie/TV crossover, Reader-Insert, Palm Slicing for Magic, Mention of Past Violence, mention of past character death, Flirting, Cock Worship, Body Worship, Pussy Worship

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A Birthday Celebration |  Chapter 6: Filled to the Brim

This work of fiction contains adult themes and subject matter. Please do not read, reply, or reblog, if you are under the age of 18.

Series Summary: Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be. Chapter Summary: After a nap, the fun continues. Word Count: 2827 Characters: Reader; Supernatural- Benny Lafitte, Dean Winchester; X-Men Universe- Remy LeBeau Pairings: Remy x Reader, Benny x Remy, Dean x Reader Warnings: fluff; smut: oral male receiving - the first instance is two blow jobs at the same time with one mouth, cum eating, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected sex, it isn't discussed but Reader is on birth control, group sex - one p in v + one p in (male's) ass, powers use during sex, prostate milking, voyeurism; A/N: oh so much fun to write this! ^_^

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You wake a couple of hours later, feeling fully rested. It must be the air here, you think to yourself. You blink as you register the sounds around you. It is the distinct noise of lips smacking together. You hum in amusement. Looking at the foot of the bed, Remy and Benny are lip locked and touching each other all over, like they can’t touch enough skin fast enough. You giggle at the sight.

Remy turns a deep shade of red, like a kid being caught being naughty and Benny laughs. “We were gone wait for you, love, but this one wouldn't keep his hands to hisself.” Benny makes a motion pointing his thumb at Remy and Remy blushes again.

“Can you blame him, Benny? You are so damn delectable. Now please, don’t stop on my account.” You are hoping that while one is fucking the other, that the available cock will be fucking you. Almost like they can read your mind, Remy motions for you to join them.

You crawl on your hands and knees to them and start to pull Remy’s boxer briefs down. You peel them off his legs and throw them on the floor. While you were doing this, he was doing the same to Benny. Both of their cocks on display, your mouth starts to water. Remy’s body hair is a wild tameness, just like the rest of him. It is thick, but trimmed. The light hits it and the dark curls take on a deep shade of red. Benny’s body hair is light in color and trimmed close to his skin. Both are perfect for their bodies and you can’t wait to put your mouth on them.

You can’t choose so you motion for them to get closer together. “Get close enough so I can touch you both at the same time.” You swear Benny moaned and Remy whined.

Their cocks almost touching you wrap your fist around them both, bringing them together. Both so different from each other. Remy’s long and lean, dark and circumcised, where Benny’s is thick, long, as pale as the rest of him, and uncircumcised. You slowly and gently stroke your hand, which pulls Benny’s foreskin down, causing him to groan and shiver with anticipation. Both men grab your shoulders to steady themselves. You lean down and bring your mouth to their heads and lick across them both. There is no way you can fit them in your mouth, completely, but you can fit enough of their heads in your mouth to make them shiver and moan. Their sounds are perfect. You can feel your slick seeping down your thighs.

Careful of your teeth, you suck the tips, and stroke your hand where your mouth can’t reach. You hear a voice hiss and another one utter “Oh fuck” and you smile as best you can. The taste coming from them is just as different as the cocks themselves. Remy is sweet and and Benny is slightly metallic and salty. Neither is unpleasant and you feel like you could taste them all day.

You can tell both are getting close to release, when the noises they both make are becoming more strangled and their grip on you tightens. Benny’s is a little painful and you shake your shoulder to let him know he’s too tight. “Sorry, darlin’” he utters through his moans. You hum in response, as he loosens his grip but doesn’t let go. He is so good for you. You want to drive them over the edge. You gently scrape your teeth. Not enough to hurt, just enough to give a different sensation and you know you’ve done the trick when both try to pull out of your mouth. You don't let them, wanting to taste at least the first spurts of their orgasm.

They both make sounds like growling and you taste the first of the sticky heat on your tongue. Pulling your mouth off them with a loud pop, you let them finish cumming on your chest, still pumping them together in your fist.

“My good boys. Such a beautiful sight, seeing you come undone together like this,” you purr. You smile at them and both look about ready to collapse. You let go of them as you feel them going soft, and you reach for something on the nightstand to clean yourself off. Before you can get the cloth, Remy and Benny both have swooped in on you, pinning you to the bed and licking you clean.

Good lord you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You know Benny can smell it, as he growls under his breath at you and you run your fingers through his hair.

Your skin now clean, the two men kiss each other again, sharing the taste of you and them on each other’s tongues. You moan at the sight of it.

You lick your lips. “So. What’s next, boys?” you ask, trying to keep the eagerness out of your voice, but failing. Both men chuckle at this.

“Mmm I think I’m gonna fuck you now,” Remy declares.

“And I think I’m gonna fuck him,” Benny says, matter of factly.

“Oh damn,” you say, under your breath.

Remy smirks at you and gently pushes you down on the bed. He is leaning over you, between your legs, with his ass in the air.

You look over his shoulder and Benny is staring at the space between Remy’s ass cheeks with a surprised look on his face. “Damn baby boy. Did you know this was gone happen?”

“No, but I wanted to surprise you.” He looks down at you when you tilt your head in confusion. “I have a little jeweled present back there for him to pluck. So that I am nice and ready for him.” This makes you blush a little.

Remy makes a sound deep in this throat, when Benny tugs the ruby tipped silver plug, but not removing it. It bumps against his prostate, causing Remy to whine..

You whine and thrust your hips, bumping your mound against his hand. “Patience, love. I need to make sure I don’t hurt you on the way in,” Remy declares and slides two fingers into your wet heat.

The air is knocked out of you, since he was gentle but swift, hitting the nerves on the inside with his fingers, and tapping your clit with his thumb at the same time.

He scissors his fingers for a few turns and then when he thinks you are ready, he pulls his hand away. You whine at the loss of it. In one swift motion, he pulls you towards him, using your legs, so they are on either side of his hips and his cock is resting on your mound. He bucks his hips, rubbing himself against you. You pant and whine all at once, wanting more.

“Oh, fuck me,” you moan under your breath.

“As you wish, chère,” he says.

With a smile, he pulls back and lines his head up with your entrance. He grasps his length in his hand and slides it up and down along your slit, bumping your clit, parting your folds and slowly glides in. You both groan as he seats himself. Once he’s in as far as your walls allow, he gets on his knees so his ass is in the air once more, with his arms on either side of your head.

This whole time, Benny was watching the two of you, head cocked to the side, eyes moving between your face and Remy’s jewel. He grins when Remy presents himself. Reaching, he slowly removes the silver plug, wiggling it a little, as it brushes past Remy’s prostate, causing the man to growl above you. The sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating down your body. You shiver at the sensation. Remy smiles at you as he slowly thrusts into you. Your gasps and sounds spurring him on.

Benny taps Remy’s hip and the man stills his movements, while buried deep inside you. You start to flex your internal muscle around him, causing him to twitch inside you. “Not playing fair, chère,” he whispers to you. Taking this as a signal, Benny thrusts his fingers inside Remy, causing the man to buck into you harder than he intended and causing you both to yell out in sudden pleasure. Benny smirks to himself because he just found Remy’s sweet spot. He gently rubs his fingertips against it.

“Brother, you don’t stop that this show is gonna end before it gets started,” he growls, over his shoulder, panting with the effort of holding back.

Benny laughs a little. “Hand me that bottle next to you, darlin,” he asks. His tone is sticky sweet and you just know he’s got something up his proverbial sleeve. You reach for it, and hand it to Remy. Remy holds it for a moment, his hand glowing a little, before he tosses it over his shoulder to the vampire.

Benny catches it. “Thanks for heating it up for me.” He smirks. He opens the bottle. He grasps his length, cupping his hand around the tip. He squeezes some of the lube in the cup he’s made, and strokes himself until he is nice and slick. He then squeezes lube onto his fingertips and runs them between Remy’s legs, teasing the space just above his balls.

Remy yells out, not expecting the sensation. “You and her must be working on the same side. What’s with the ‘not playing fair’ thing?” Remy thrusts into you, again, pulling your legs up higher to go deeper. He has set a leisurely pace, and isn’t going too hard or fast so he can save the main event for when Benny is inside him.

Benny just smirks and says, “Vampire. Pirate,” and climbs onto the bed behind Remy.

This makes you giggle and Remy thrusts into you with a dark expression on his face, as a response. He is smiling extra wickedly. You shiver under him.

Remy stills his movements, again, as Benny gets comfortable between Remy’s feet. You see his hand move and you know from Remy’s eyes rolling back that he is running his cock against Remy’s own entrance. He leans forward over you and you feel his cock twitch inside you and Remy lets out a groan that starts deep in his belly and rumbles up his throat. The sound that exits his mouth is pure sin and you feel your walls tense around him. Benny let’s out his own garbled sound and you know he is seated balls deep in the man between you.

You buck your hips, prompting Remy to move. This causes his own to move and Benny makes a noise deep in his throat. He slowly pulls out allowing Remy to move.

Remy slowly slides out and the further he moves the further Benny does. The two men slowly find their rhythm and when they do, Benny’s thrusts push Remy deeper into you. All three of your sounds of pleasure bounce around the room and you know you are gonna pass out as soon as you orgasm.

Then suddenly the sensation assaulting your senses changes. You look up at Remy utterly confused. He just looks at you wickedly again and closes his eyes, and tilts his head back, concentrating. The sensation starts slow and builds little by little. A heat in your pelvis, that slowly dissipates and turns into vibration. You feel it start deep inside, where his cock is currently rubbing against you, and slowly moves along his length and bubbles out along where his hips and thighs touch you. When it hits your clit, because he is leaning against you, you yell out very loudly, almost sounding like you are being attacked. The sound is sharp and startling.

The vibration pulses between your legs and moves away then comes back. You look over Remy’s shoulder and notice when it goes away, Benny’s facial expression changes. It hits him again, and he snarls loudly like he’s been hurt, but you can tell it was pure bliss. He just sounds animalistic, because it’s triggering his vampire instincts. He is a little scary like this but you know you are safe. He won’t hurt you or Remy.

Finding their rhythms again, the vibration pulses between you and Benny, and when it hits, your voices get louder and louder. Finally after about 5 minutes of this, the door slams open and Dean rushes in the door, gun drawn. “What the fuck is going on here? Who’s dying?”

“No one, brother. Baby boy, here, is just using his powers on us and it's a bit overwhelmin’,” Benny says as he grinds into Remy, causing Remy to grind deeper into you. The sounds the three of you are making are like music to Dean’s ears. Which are turning pink at the sight in front of him.

“Oh fuck me,” he mutters. You giggle at this.

“Get in here and shut the door,” Remy yells over his shoulder.

“She gonna be ok with this?” Dean asks Benny, to your annoyance.

“She is right here and is very much ok with this,” you retort back. You snort a laugh when Dean’s ears turn pink again.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on, while they are doing this. It gets even worse when Dean sheds his clothes. You are the first one to notice and you moan out loud, when his pants hit the floor and his stiff member is standing tall, on display. You whine when he goes to stand behind Benny.

“Sounds like our birthday girl wants some of your attention, Dean,” Benny says, his words coming out as breathy pants, as he is still moving his hips.

Dean smiles. “Alright, sweetheart, where do you want me?”

“Want to taste you” the words all but forced past your lips as Remy steadily thrusts into you, hitting that spot deep in side.

Dean crawls on the bed, on his knees. You turn your head to the side, and Dean gets settled. It isn’t the best position but it's enough to taste him and to make him feel included.  You part your lips and he grasps his cock at the base, guiding it to your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, causing him to hiss under his breath. You reach up and grab ahold of the base and stroke up, as you bring your mouth down around him.

As you get into rhythm, Dean starts to gently thrust his hips. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he pants. You swirl your tongue every chance you get and you can tell Dean isn’t going to last much longer. His legs tense up, his stomach grows taunt, and his voice becomes louder as he moves inside our hand and mouth.

Just as Dean announces that he’s close, Remy adjusts his body, changing the angle ever so slightly and you see stars as you gush around his cock. The vibration of your voice and the tight grip on his cock, sends him over the edge, and Dean comes in your mouth and down your chin. You both pant as he pulls out of your grip all the way. Dean lays down next to you, trying to catch his breath.

Remy’s rhythm falters and you know your orgasm is tipping him over the edge and he yells out, eyes closing shut so hard you swear you could hear the lids meet. He pushes deep inside and you feel his release fill you to the brim and seep out on the bed around you. Followed shortly behind is Benny. He thrusts hard into Remy causing him to go even deeper while he still pulses inside you. This causes you to yell out again as it causes an aftershock to ripple through you.

Milking himself, Benny’s movements slow and finally stop as he gently slides out of Remy. Remy groans at the sensation and he is finally able to slowly slide out of you. The four of you lay on the bed. You, Remy, and Benny are still panting and Dean has a pleased expression on his face.

“Well that was fun. To put it lightly.” He widely grins. A rare vision, in your eyes. His smile lines deepen, the crinkles around his eyes crease perfectly, and his eyes sparkle. Dean looks… happy. You sigh, in bliss, at the thought.

The four of you break out in a fit of giggles and deep laughter. The intensity of the recent events, wash over you and you feel like you’ve known these men for decades, and not just because you watch their show or movie, and now their lore. The tension in the room seems to completely dissipate as Dean waggles his eyebrow at Benny and Benny growls in response.

“Looks like we gone be getting dinner, dessert, and a show,” Remy states, laughter on his tongue.

Chapter 7:The After Dinner Show

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A Birthday Celebration

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L

by CarryOnMySwanSong

Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

Words: 931, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Whole New World Of Adventures

Fandoms: Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Constantine (2005), Sherlock (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, John Constantine, Sherlock Holmes, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau, Spencer Reid

Relationships: Benny Lafitte/You, Remy LeBeau/You, Dean Winchester/You, Benny Lafitte/Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Oral Sex, Double Oral Female Receiving, Male Oral Receiving, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Orgy, Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bisexual Benny Lafitte, Bisexual Remy LeBeau, Top Remy LeBeau, Bottom Remy LeBeau, Top Benny Lafitte, Bottom Benny Lafitte, Top Dean Winchester, Dominance, Growling, Voyeurism, Magic, Powers Use During Sex, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Multiple Crossovers, Movie/TV crossover, Reader-Insert, Palm Slicing for Magic, Mention of Past Violence, mention of past character death, Flirting, Cock Worship, Body Worship, Pussy Worship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VUjZ4L