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Take It, Take Me | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader (18+)

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request "My bedsheets smell like you, and I can't stand it because I know you're not there" with Benny lafitte please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Being a werewolf isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when you feel so out of control before a shift, but it's a good thing that Benny's there to help you through it as much as he can.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ daddy kink, anal sex, switching positions, breeding kink, anal fingering, nipple play, marking kink, spanking, light choking, oral sex, rough oral sex, dom/sub, swearing, mentions of smoking

: ̗̀➛ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS 18+ ONLY!

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You tossed and turned all night, knowing that the shift was close but unable to help it, an unfortunate circumstance of being a werewolf; you needed to calm down, but the thick stench of Benny on your sheets without him being around was driving you up the wall. Wild and feral. Fucking desperate when you grabbed your phone and called him.

Three rings, and he picked up, that thick, sweet, southern drawl so musical you could only sigh heavy. "What's wrong, sugar?"

"I need you to come over," you whined. "Now. Please, Benny."

He hummed, picking up on your tone immediately. "How bad is it?"

"So bad," you breathed out. "Please, Benny. Please, come over."

He told you to get yourself prepared, then hung up; he was only ten minutes away by walking, five if he took his truck. You set to work immediately, laying a towel under the duvet just in case; you grabbed the lube from your bedside drawer, getting a good amount coated on your fingers after you finished stripping off.

Heat coursed through every fucking ounce of your body as you pumped your fingers in and out of your ass. Moaning softly as you pressed your face against the pillow; just thinking about him was making you physically ache for his cock. The thickness of it and how it hit every fucking sensitive spot in your ass and made you drool and whimper; reduced to little more than noises.

Animalistic and feral.

Fuck.

Your ass clenched around your fingers as you drew closer to the edge, almost right fucking on it when the door opened. Benny stopped, gently closing the door behind him and locking it; he licked his lips eagerly as he swallowed thickly.

"Well, don't stop for me, now."

You withdrew your fingers, immediately missing the sensation of having your ass played with, and you knelt at the edge of the bed. Pleading. "Benny, fuck... need you so fucking bad."

He grinned as he shrugged his jacket off and tossed his hat at you. "It's gotten this bad, huh?"

You nodded. "My bedsheets smell like you, and I can't stand it because I know you're not here... and I need you."

"Well, I'm here now," he murmured, grasping your chin between his thick finger and thumb, forcing you to look in his eyes before softly kissing you. "Where'd you need me to, sugar?"

"Anywhere," you breathed out, greedy and wanton. "Anywhere, please, Benny. Please. Fucking touch me."

He pulled away, snapping his suspenders off of his shoulders and ridding himself of his jeans and boxers; his cock was already mostly hard, smeared with precum.

Fuck.

He slowly peeled off his shirt, exposing his chest and stomach, a slight mark from where his stomach hung over the edge of his jeans. You bucked your hips, so fucking desperate that you were close to tears.

"You gonna clean me up?" He asked, and when you nodded, he got onto the bed next to you.

You knelt between his legs, and licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip; gently, you took it in one hand, and softly smacked it against your tongue, drawing a guttural moan from the back of his throat.

You finally took him in your mouth, letting his cock hit the back of your throat as you used your hand, tongue and mouth to clean every inch; the stench of his sweat so thick that you couldn't get it from your head. It was almost soupy and sort of sweet, and you could feel it on his pubes when your nose brushed against the coarse, bristling hairs.

Fuck.

You couldn't help it, when he grabbed the back of your neck and started to thrust his hips with a harsh pace, a guttural moan escaped you; the vibrations crawling down his cock and making him grunt out your name as he praised you through gritted teeth.

"Oh, fuck, sugar," he almost growled out, tilting his head back and closing his eyes tightly. "That fuckin' mouth of yours is too good."

You nodded, pulling back with a long glob of spit stuck to your lip. "Can I keep going?"

Benny nodded eagerly. "Fuck... yeah."

Eagerly, you took him all the way again, gagging when he trusted into your mouth with a particularly harsh snap of his hips; your eyes watered the faster he went, and you wished you could match the pace with your mouth and hand. But fuck, it felt so good to have his cock in your mouth again.

Your nose buried amongst the brown hairs at his base, only to move back up to his thick, cut, tip then down again; the taste of his sweat and his precum heavy on your tongue and making you crave it even more. Every movement desperate to get him to cum in your mouth.

You needed to swallow it, to taste it and to have him lick the inside of your mouth despite it; you snuck your hand down, playing with yourself as you worked his cock as best as you could with his harsh, unrelenting, thrusts. Moaning and growling around him as you lost complete control; dedicated to nothing else.

Benny kept at it, fucking your mouth as hard and fast as he knew you could take it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he paused, calling your name loudly as he finally came in your mouth; he watched in awe as you swallowed every fucking drop and made your way to straddle his legs.

Coated in sweat.

"You did so fuckin' good," he breathed out, grabbing the back of your neck. "C'mere."

He pulled you in for a kiss, licking your tongue when you stuck it out; he could taste himself on you, and was eager to deepen the kiss as he ground up into you. Trying not to grunt when you bucked your hips and whimpered against his mouth. His beard grazed against your skin before he pulled away and gently nibbled at your bottom lip.

"You ready, sugar?"

You nodded eagerly, about to line yourself up when he grabbed your throat and told you to say it. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good," he praised softly, holding his cock in place as you slowly sank down on it. Fuck. Your ass always felt so fucking good, no matter how many times he bottomed out. "Oh, fuck... feel so good, sugar..."

He waited for you to adjust to his size before asking if you were ready; once you told him you were, he gently smacked your ass, and grabbed your hips. Guiding you as he thrust up into you, watching your hands claw at his chest as you rolled and bucked your hips.

Your head tilted back and exposed that all too tempting neck; he clenched his jaw, soon distracted by the sound of your excited whimpers as you leaned back slightly, your hands grabbing his calves as you tried to get a better angle.

Benny moved up, sitting upright and grabbing your ass to bring you as close to him as he could; one of your hands rested on the back of his shoulder, the other directly on it as you felt his mouth wrap around one of your nipples.

He nibbled and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue before moving onto the other one and grinning at how you moaned so fucking loudly for him to keep going.

Quickly, Benny pulled out and got you on your hands and knees facing the headboard before he grabbed your hips and harshly pushed his cock back into your ass; you cried out for more, leaning on your forearms and pressing your face against the pillows as drool began to pool beneath you. You tried to keep up with his erratic, rough, thrusts.

"Doin' so well, sugar," Benny praised through harsh breaths, putting one hand between your shoulders and tightly holding onto your ass with the other.

The sound of skin smacking skin filling the room even more than your loud and guttural moans.

"Want you to cum in me," you whimpered with need, clenching around him. "Please, Daddy. Please."

"Oh, I will, sugar," he reassured softly, smacking your ass gently. "Gonna make sure to fill you up, don't you worry."

You cried out with excitement, eager to try and match his speed; his cock completely filled your ass, his fucking harsh thrusts doing nothing but making you get further and further to the edge. Every time he smacked your ass, you would yelp and push back against him as hard as you could in a vain attempt to take more of his cock.

Benny planted his fists either side of your shoulders, pressed against the pillows to the point where his knuckles became white; he drilled into you, completely claiming you as his own as you moaned and drooled like there was nothing else on your mind except his fat cock.

He leaned down, pressing an open mouthed and wet kiss to the side of your face, just above your jaw, and pulled away with a soft nibble of your skin; just enough to leave an all too tempting little mark.

He pushed it from his mind as best as he could, pressing his heavy weight against you and making it clear how much fucking bigger he was as he pinned you down, his thrusts hard enough to make both you and the bed move each time as he pulled back then slammed back in as hard as he could; grunts and growls filling the air as you gripped the pillows until your knuckles clicked.

Calling out his name as loudly as possible as you drew closer and closer and closer.

"Take my cock so well, sugar," he praised. "You ready t'cum for me yet?"

"Yes, Daddy!" You all but yowled out, nodding eagerly as he fucked into you harder and harder. As much as he could without going past your limits.

He pushed you as much as he could, smacking your ass and praising you until he heard you call his name quietly; your eyes rolled into the back of your head, toes curling as you whimpered and dribbled. Long strands of saliva hanging out of your mouth as you moved to muffle the sounds against the dry part of the pillows.

Fuck.

You could feel it washing over you, heat blasting through the room as you lay there for a moment to catch your breath.

"You want me to keep goin'?" Benny asked softly, grabbing your shoulder to let you knew that he was fine to finish himself off. "Or do you want me to stop?"

"Need your cum," you replied with a broken whisper. "Please, Benny. I need you to cum in me."

"Alright, sugar," he said softly, gently kissing you before pushing your face down into the pillows and going as hard and fast as he could.

Fuck, your ass clenched around him and your body twitched every time he hit the sweeter, delicate, parts and he couldn't fucking control it as he chased his release; panting and grunting and growling and praising you, biting at the outside of your ears as he moaned softly and grunted harshly.

Fuck.

He was so fucking close, he could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue; the second you clenched around him again, he was done for. His cum dribbling out of you as he fucked it into your ass as much as he possibly could until he pulled out and admired his handiwork.

"Never seen anythin' so fuckin' perfect," Benny breathed out, daring to sink his teeth into your cheek so it would at least leave a mark for a day or so. He grinned. "You alright, sugar?"

You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as you fought to catch your breath. "Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay?" You asked quietly.

He nodded. "Well, sure. I'm all yours, ain't I?"

You smiled, rolling onto your side and watching him closely. "I love you."

Grinning, he leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "I love you, too, sugar... you need anythin'? Shower, drink, food?"

"Cigarette and a coffee?" You asked. "Then maybe you could... help me shower?"

He almost lit up at the notion. "You sure you can take me twice in one day? I wouldn't wanna break your fragile wolf bones."

"I can take you all day, every day," you challenged.

"Don't tempt me," Benny chuckled. "Or I might just have to say yes."

[rowyn-writes]

Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Three

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of a toxic relationship, small angst

Characters: Dean, Reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned only)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Dean let you sit in his car until the rain let up a bit. "God, I hate the rain." He grumbled.

"I love it." You whisper, your eyes wandering the parking lot. "When I was younger, and there was a thunderstorm, me and my siblings would make a fort and huddle underneath it together. We loved it when the power would go out. We would light candles and grab flashlights and play board games in the dark. Sometimes Andrew would read to us. But uh - it would be scary stories," You smiled. "He would scare the ever living crap out of us. Lena and Josh would would cuddle into my side, no matter how much I hated it, they would still do it."

"You really love your siblings." Dean noted, swallowing hard, memories of Sam flooding his head.

"I do." You nodded. "They're all I have. Sure, I have my parents, but it's not the same, you know? Growing up, my siblings and I fought like dogs and cats, but we knew each other better than anyone, even our parents. Even when I go months without seeing them, when we all get together, it's like we're still little kids, ya know? We goof around, we argue, we joke. It's like none of us ever grew up."

Dean stayed silent for a moment, and you weren't sure if your message was getting across. "Look, I know we don't know each other very well, but what I'm trying to say is, call your brother. I don't know what happened between you two, but it's obvious that you love him. You shouldn't waste all your time worrying about whether you should contact him first or if he's angry with you. Time is a precious thing and people often waste it."

"Damn, you're wise." Dean gave a quiet chuckle. "But you're right. I will call him soon, I'm just not ready yet." And with that, the Impala was enveloped in silence again. That is, until Dean's stomach let out a loud rumble. "Sorry," He apologized with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry about it." You shrugged. "It looks like the rains letting up. Do you want to come inside and I can fix you some food?"

"Oh, I don't want to impose." He shook his head.

"Nonsense. You gave me a ride home, this is the least I can do."

Dean silently debated whether or not he should take you up on the offer, but ultimately agreed, seeing as he was starving. By the time you were under cover, you were both soaked.

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you were met with a warm blast of heat. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

You began to click your tongue, calling out for your moody cat. "Storm, c'mere buddy." Your cat glared at you stubbornly from his place on the window seal. You rolled your eyes, slipping off your jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair.

"Sorry," You apologized to Dean. "My cat's being a little bitch." The man let out a laugh at your comment. "I gave him a bath and clipped his claws yesterday; now he's pissed at me."

"How in the hell do you cut a cat's nails?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Very carefully." You noticed that Dean was shivering. "Let me grab you a towel. I think I have some of my exes clothes. You're about the same size."

He was going to object when you silenced him with a look. You went to your room and began rummaging around in your draws, eventually finding a pair of black sweat pants and a grey hoodie.

"Try this," You said, handing Dean the clothes. "They should fit. You can change in the bathroom; it's the first door on the right."

While Dean went to change, you did the same. You exited your bedroom dressed in a pair of black leggings and a UK sweatshirt.

You noticed that Dean still wasn't out yet, so you went to start some food. You contemplated on what you should cook before ultimately deciding that mac and cheese would do. It was a comfort food, after all.

It would take a bit longer than usual, since you were making it from scratch, but Dean had said earlier that he had nowhere to be.

"Smells good in here." Dean noted when he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing him in Michael's clothes made your heart stop for a second, and not in a good way.

Dean and Michael had many similarities, the hair color, height, demeanor, etc. And you didn't want to be reminded of that man.

"Thanks," You said nonchalantly. "It's nothing special, but I thought you'd like it."

"So," Dean started, leaning against the counter. "This is a nice little set up you've got here."

"It's not much, but it's home." You shrugged as you stir the pot of noodles. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Storm sneaking around the corner of the kitchen, hoping for some food or a treat.

"How long have you lived here?" Dean asked.

"About five years." You informed him. "Ever since I turned eighteen I've been living on my own."

"How come?"

"You know the thing parents always say? 'As long as you live in my house, you follow my rules'? Well, I didn't like their rules so I got myself this apartment and I've lived here ever since."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, my old man was like that too. I actually did the same thing as you did. 'Cept I came back 'bout a week later." He laughed. "I was too dependent on my dad and brother. I have never lived alone before then; and to be honest, I hate living by myself. I still do."

"You never got roommates?"

"I had a few. There was Mick and Cas. Of course, I can't forget Benny." He grinned. "But they're all gone now."

"Benny?" You mumbled. "As in Benny Lafitte?"

"Yeah, why? You know him?"

"Do I?" You rolled your eyes. "That idiot's my cousin."

"Really?" Dean said excitedly. "I haven't heard from him in ages, how's he doing?"

"He's loving by the coast, and the last I heard, he met some girl named Andrea and he is head over heels in love."

"That's great." Dean smiled. "I really happy for him."

"Yeah, I expect to get an invitation to his wedding so enough. The way he talks about her, you would think he's known her his entire life."

"That's sweet. Benny seems like the guy that falls hard after one date."

"Oh yeah, he definitely is." You giggle. "He calls me after one date and says, 'Y/N, I think I'm in love. If I sent you a picture of a wedding ring, would you look at it and tell me what you think?'"

"No way!" Dean laughed.

"Yes! I had to talk him down from buying an engagement ring! I told him to wait for a year and a half, and then revisit the subject of marriage. Times almost up and he's still fawning over her. But I'm happy for him, he definitely deserves this."

You sprinkled bread crumbs on top of the Mac and cheese before popping it in the oven for a few minutes.

"You put break crumbs on your mac and cheese?" Dean questioned.

"You don't?"

"Never tried it." He shook his head.

"You caveman." You sighed. "I will just have to train you." Dean gave a harmonious laugh, which, in turn, made you laugh as well.

You grabbed a towel and pulled the mac and cheese out of the oven. You scooped some onto a plate and handed it to Dean. Both of you sat down at your small kitchen table and began to dig in.

"Oh my god." Dean said, his mouth full with food. "That is the best mac and cheese I've ever had."

"See? Told you it would be good."

"I'll never doubt you again." He mumbled as he shoveled more into his face.

You ate in a comfortable silence until there was a knock at your door. "I'll be right back." You told Dean as you opened the door.

"Mr. Pierce." You said nervously. "What can I help you with?" You knew what he wanted. And you sure as hell didn't have it.

"You're behind on rent, Y/N. I need the money, or I'll have no choice but to evict you." You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

"I-I don't have it right now. My hours have been cut and I-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You're a good girl, but I need someone who will lay rent on time every month. I really hate to do this, but I want you out in two weeks."

"I-It's okay, Mr. Pierce," You assured him shakily. "I understand." And with that, he was gone. You gave a shaky breath as you leaned on the door.

"Y/N?" Dean called, approaching the living room. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I will be." You nodded.

"What happened?" Dean questioned gently.

"I just got my eviction notice." You deadpanned. Dean's mouth popped open in shock. "I have to be out in two weeks."

"Crap, sweetheart. I'm sorry. What are you going to do?"

"Couch surf for a while, maybe? I know Jo will let me stay with her for a couple of days, but if her landlord catches me there, he'll throw her out too."

"What about your parents?"

You gave a cold laugh. "No, they'll never let me come home. I would stay with my older brother, but he's overseas right now. So honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Dean stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "You could come live with me." He suggested.

"Dean, I really appreciate the offer, but I can't impose on you like that."

"It's okay," He assured you. "I have an extra bedroom. And it's not imposing if I'm asking. Besides, like I said before, I hate living on my own."

"Dean, we barely know each other." You tried to reason.

"Hi, my name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women." You let out a loud laugh. "There, now you know more about me."

"Dean-"

"Just think about it. If you can't find anywhere else to live, my door's always open. I have to go, but here's my number," He said, writing down his phone number on a sticky note. "If you need anything, call me." Dean gave you a small smile before he walked out the door.

You flopped on the couch, staring up at  ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live wYou flopped on the couch, staring up at  ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live with Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."ith Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."

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Protective

Words: 3500

Warnings: threats to life, cussing, gun shots, stalker, protective Dean

Dean x reader!platonic

Sam x reader!platonic

Mom x daughter!reader

Summary: Dean and Sam are part of a security team charged with protecting a political figure and her daughter.  

AN: child au for @spngenrebingo

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“You get your ass back here!  I need to talk to you, mister!”  The seven year-old pounded her shoes into the floor after Dean.  He stopped in his tracks.  She slammed into his leg, not paying attention.  “Ow!” She fell back onto her rear.  

“Excuse me?”  He turned.  Towering over her, he asked, “What did you say?”

“Umm,” she stuttered.

“Room.  Now.”

“Mom wouldn’t care!” Reagan stood and stomped her foot. 

“Yes, she would!  Do you treat everyone else like this too?” She silently shook her head. “Go.”

“Ugh!” The little girl pushed passed him and dramatically exited the room.  

Dean’s phone rang.  He saw Reagan’s mom displayed on the screen.  

“Hi Senator Downing,” he smiled into the phone.   “How is Italy?”

“Beautiful, but politics are so difficult.  I am out of my comfort zone here, Winchester.  I just happened to check the security cameras, and my feisty daughter seems to not be having a good day.”

“You saw that just now?” Dean laughed.  “Yeah, I think she misses you, ma’am.”

“You aren’t the nanny, Mr. Winchester.” Ms. Downing sighed.  “Don’t take on nannying too.”

“I love her, you know that.”  Dean offered her a dry laugh.  “Political figures’ kids never listen to nannies anyway.”

“Fine, Mr. Winchester.  Keep her alive, please.  And tell her that if she uses that word again, our pizza night is canceled on Friday.  Tuna sandwiches instead,” she giggled knowing her daughter would hate it.

“I will alert her, thank you, Ms. Downing.  Stay safe, tell Sam hello,” referring to his brother and co-worker.

“Will do, thank you, Winchester.  Oh, you better get to Reagan.  She is trying to sneak out my office window.”  Senator Downing raced to get her words out.

“Yes, ma’am.”  Dean hung up.

“What in the world do you think you are doing, Reagan Marie Downing?”  Dean quietly entered the main hallway where he saw her trying to open the window.

“Leaving!  I am going to Italy to be with Mommy!  She doesn’t have rules like you!”  Reagan crossed her arms.

“She is more strict than me, and you know it.  Besides, I just got off the phone with her, because she saw your temper tantrum.”  Dean smirked inwardly.

“On the cameras?”  She had forgotten about those.

“Yep.  Your mom told me that you’ll be eating a tuna sandwich Friday night if you don’t change your behavior.”

“What? No! I want pizza!”

“Then act like you want it, kid.  Back to your room, no more escaping.  Let’s go.”  The bodyguard escorted her to her room by guiding her shoulders.  “Seven minutes.”  He watched her walk to her bed and plopped herself down.  Dean shut her door and guarded it so that she would not sneak out again.  After her time was over, he opened the door.  “Come on, all done.” He faced her in the doorway.  She stood from her bed and froze. “What’s up kiddo?”

“I just want my mom.”

“I know this is new, sweetie.  New house, new schedule.  But your mom has a really important job to do.  And sometimes that means she has to leave.”

“I hate it.”

“Stop using bad words.”  Dean said shortly.

“I don’t like it!”

“But you have me!”  Dean laughed.  

“Winnie!”  Reagan whined.  

“Come on, dinner time.”

“No, thank you,” she moped.  Before she could cross her arms, he swept her off of the ground and whisked her into the kitchen as she giggled.

“You don’t get to be a sour puss tonight.  Eat up.”

The next Friday night Reagan and her mother enjoyed pizza together.  Sam stood watch at the door for the evening shift.  

“Baby Winchester, go home.  There are other guards here.  Have a drink with your brother, go cause trouble or something.”

“No, ma’am.  My shift does not end until the morning,” he stated very professionally.

“I hired you personally, don’t make me suspend you.  Go.”  She grinned to herself.

“Ma’am-”

“One,” she started counting.  “Two-”

“Yes, Senator Downing.  Enjoy your evening.  Sleep well, Reagan.”  The little girl waved at him as he exited the house.  

“Where’s Winnie?”  The seven year-old asked her mom, tucking her stuffed animal underneath her arm on the couch.

“He isn’t working tonight, baby.  This is his job, he doesn’t always have to work.  Dean also has to go home and watch his own TV and do every day things like we do. He’s been with us for a while, you know he doesn’t live here with us.”

“But- I want him here to watch the movie with us.  He likes pizza too.”

“He likes you, but he also likes to hang out with his friends and go to his house too.  You know this, what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“I know something is bothering you, kid.”  Dean walked into Reagan’s room a week later as she was coloring on her bed the next day.  She had been withdrawn and to herself over the previous few weeks.  “I’ve been with you long enough to know when something is wrong.” He planted himself on her bed, moving her feet from the bed to his lap.

“Mommy hates me, and you think I’m stupid.”  Reagan did not make eye contact.  He took a deep breath knowing not to react with a hair trigger.

“You know neither of those are true.”

“Yes, it’s true.  Mommy is gone all the time now since she became an sena- senat-“

“Senator.”

“We used to do stuff, now she is gone.  And you haven’t been here!”

“I took vacation days, baby.  I’m not leaving you, promise.”

“Fine, but pinky promise?” She put her finger up, and he wrapped his around hers.

They soon changed the subject which led to giggles and jokes.  

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Winnie! Come on!” Reagan whined to Dean.

“Punching another kid, seriously?”

“She punched me first!”

“Right…” Dean rolled his eyes.

“The principal saw it on the camera at school!”

“Let’s go home. We need to have a freaking talk before I call your mother. I hate making these calls, Reagan.”

She huffed.

“Get over here.” Dean gritted his teeth. Reagan walked over to him quietly in the living room later that afternoon.  Averting her eyes, she shifted on the balls of her feet. “Look at me.” Dean crosses his arms.  Reagan slowly met his eyes, tears starting to fall. “I know you didn’t punch first. BUT you had words with her before that punch. Next time keep your words to yourself when you know it will escalate. Sit down.” Dean pulled out his phone.

“No!” Reagan stood up and tried to grab it.

“Sit. Down.” He moved away from her. “If you be quiet, I won’t tell your mom you just tried to do that.” Reagan backed up and sat down again silently. She put her head in her hands and quietly teared up. A few minutes later he handed her the phone.

“Seriously, Rae?  You keep getting into trouble. You’re lucky Dean is there and not me.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You can stand up for yourself, but make sure that you don’t instigate something you can’t handle. You’re grounded until Friday. Anything technology goes to Dean unless you need it for school. I need to go, listen to Dean and be good. I love you.”

“Really, Mom? I need to get in trouble to talk to you?” YN yelled at her mom.

“Goodbye, Reagan.” Susan hung up.

“Ugh!”

“All your devices. Go get ‘em.”

“Seriously?”

“Phone, iPad, computer, all of it.” He put his phone in his pocket. She turned and stomped up the stairs to retrieve them.

“Here.” Reagan practically threw them at Dean.

“Cool it.”

“No.” Reagan growled at him.

“Take a breath. Relax for a minute. Sit on the porch. Do something to calm down. And just for the record, don’t throw stuff when you’re mad. Go punch a bag or something.”

“Okay,” she slipped outside to sit on the porch swing.

Benny, another security team member walked in. “Umm…”

“She’s growing up. And it sucks.” Dean turned to his coworker.

“Yep. Maybe you should step back, man. You’re not in charge of her like that, ya know?”

“What?” Dean turned.

“You’re not her babysitter.”

“That’s actually my job, Senior Winchester,” Jessica, one is the nannies walked in.

“We’ve talked about this, Benny.” He became defensive, jutting his jaw out. “Sorry, Jessica. Don’t mean to undermine you.”

“I’m just saying, Winchester.” Benny sighed.

“Say it somewhere else, Lafitte.”

“Winchester-“ Benny started.

“Ah!”

Dean and Benny went running toward a screaming sound. They threw open the backdoor to find Reagan hiding behind a planter.

“What happened?”

“Bad guy!” Reagan screeched out.

“Where?” Dean growled protectively. Reagan pointed to the tall wrought iron fence. “Okay, go inside and up to your room but away from the window!” He pushed her through the door into the kitchen.

“Okay!” Reagan yelled back.

“Yes, Ms. Downing. She is fine, I promise. Stupid guy tripped when he fell off the fence and broke his ankle. We have moved to a safe house in case he is not working alone.”

“Let me talk to Reagan, please,” Susan growled, defeated.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dean walked to Reagan and handed her the phone.

“It’s okay. You’re not in trouble, kiddo,” he whispered. She took in a deep breath.

“Mommy?” The girl’s voice was quiet.

“Hello, sweet girl. Are you okay?”

“No. I mean, Dean and Benny saved me, but I’m scared.”

“I understand. I’m coming home, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Let me have the phone,” Dean gestured. Reagan offered the device back to her security guard. .

“Ma’am, I can’t allow you to come back here. We don’t know why the person tried to attack. Yes, he is caught, but who knows if there is something else going on.”

“Winchester! She is my daughter, and she was almost attacked.”

“I am very aware of that, Ms. Downing. And I’m so sorry that we didn’t catch him before he got on the property. We have increased her security and have taken other precautions as well.”

“If a hair on her head-“

“Understood. Please stay where you are. I’ll have Sam take good care of you while you are separated from Reagan. I promise.”

“Call me every hour with updates, are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

————-

“I’m so sorry, baby. Do you feel okay now?”

“Yeah, we had to move houses though. I don’t like it.” She shrugged.

“I know. But it is to keep you safe.”

“Okay.”

Over the next few days Reagan and her security team stayed at the secondary house.

“Can I go to school, Winnie?”

“Not yet,” Dean huffed, sad for her.

“Why?”  

Benny barged in.

“Security alert, northwest corner, upstairs window!”

“Reagan, come here!” Dean dragged her to the center of the house. Dean pulled his gun out. He heard glass breaking in the upstairs bedroom.

Senator Downing’s room. Italicize

“Come here,” he pulled her into the secure basement and yelled for Charlie to follow. “Stay inside with her until I come back.”

“Winnie!” Reagan cries out for her favorite bodyguard as Charlie forced her body to move behind a door and locking it. “No!”

“Breathe, kiddo. You have to breathe.”

“Winnie could get hurt!”

“He’s Batman. Batman never gets hurt.” Charlie smiled st the girl. “You know he is Batman because you’re who?” She raised a brow with a smirk on her face.

“Robin.”

“Let’s just hang out here. Look, we have a full room down here.” Charlie turned so that Reagan could view the whole basement, a small apartment, really. They heard a loud boom and Reagan cowered, latching onto Charlie. “We’re safe. That door won’t let anyone in.”

A few minutes later Dean yelled, “Poughkeepsie 1-9-6-7!” On hearing the code word, Charlie used the heavy lever to open the door. Dean was bloody.

“Winnie!” Reagan gasped and ran into his arms. “Are you okay? Is the bad guy out there?” Her voice level wavered.

“Hey, it’s okay. Yes, I am fine and the bad guy was taken to the bad guy place. It’s alright. I promise.” The ten year-old was getting in his arms, but she cried rivers onto his reddened shirt, leaving him no choice but to continue holding her.

“We need to go. I know this is hard, but we get to go back to your house at the Embassy. We made sure no one can break in again. Can you go sit with Charlie while I make sure everyone is okay?”

Reagan nodded.

Even after extra precautions had been taken, Reagan was not permitted to go to school. Her homeschool teacher was mean and intolerable of anything other than focused, hard work.

“Forget you!” Reagan stood from her chair and walked down the hall.

“REAGAN!” Dean shouted after her. She walked up the stairs, and went into her mom’s room. “What in the heck was that?”

“It’s her fault. Mommy didn’t have to take this job. I miss school! Her job makes me scared! I miss my friends and my normal stuff!”

Dean inhaled.

“I’m sorry.”

Taken aback by his sweet response, she could tell he didn’t want her in this situation either.

“Dean, why?”

“I don’t know, Rae.  I really don’t. But I do know that you can’t talk to your teacher like that. If you have a problem with your mom, you need to tell her, not get mad at the teacher. You understand?”

“Unmf.”

“Yeah, I get it, kiddo. Now I think you have some apologizing to do and some math to learn, yes?” Dean raised a brow, expecting a specific answer.

“But-“

“Try again,” he widened his stance.

“Fine.”

When it was deemed safe for both Downing family members to be home, the ambassador was welcomed by Dean at the door.

“Hi, Senator. Glad to be home?”

“Yes, thank you.” She stepped in as Sam bright her luggage behind her. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t have brought Reagan back here if we didn’t put extra security measures in place.”

“I appreciate that.” As she entered the foyer, Reagan happened to walk through.

“Hi, Mommy.” Reagan continued walking to the stairs.  

“What was that?” The senator looked toward Dean.

“Ma’am, I think that’s a conversation for you two. We will take your bags, go say hi to her.” Dean offered a weak smile.

“That bad, huh?”

Ms. Downing ascended up the stairs and opened her daughter’s room door.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

“Hi, Mommy.” Reagan looked up from a magazine she was reading.

“Are you mad?”

“About what?”

“I know I’ve been gone a lot. And it’s been scary. But I couldn’t come home, sweetheart. Dean and Sam don’t know what’s going on, so they didn’t want me here. Now it’s safe. I’ll be home for a while. Would you like to watch a movie?”

“No, thanks.” Reagan looked back down at her magazine.  “DEAN!” The bodyguard walked into her room. “Can we go get ice cream?”

Dean looked to Reagan’s mom. She sighed and turned.

“Sure, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

At the ice cream parlor, Dean took a deep breath before starting this conversation.  

“I need you to listen to me,” he stated lowly.  

“Yeah?” Reagan licked her ice cream cone and glanced at him.  

“Your mom missed you terribly while she was gone.  She was gone for weeks to keep YOU safe.”

“It’s not my fault she took this job.  Mom did.  I get to be in this too.  Lucky me,” Reagan sighed.

“You’re not listening to what I’m saying.  You interrupted me.”

“Fine, yes, I’m listening.”

“You’ve been through a lot, but so has she.  All of those decisions about you and your safety had to be made thousands of miles away.  Your mom couldn’t be here to make you feel safe,” Dean watched for Reagan’s reaction.  

“You make me feel safe.  She just bosses me around when I get in trouble.  You actually care about me,” Reagan admitted. “I don’t like her.”

“Reagan…”

“You told me not to lie.  I’m not lying.  But I can be nice.”

“I appreciate all of those things you told me, but when we get home, I want you to invite your mom to watch a movie.  Or do your nails, or whatever.  I am off the clock soon, so I expect you to do this on your own,” Dean stared at her.  

“Okay,” Reagan shrugged.

“Thank you,” Dean cleaned up his melted ice cream on the table.  “Let’s go.”

“Mom?” Reagan and Dean took off their jackets. The two walked into the living room after climbing many stairs.  

“Hi, sweetie.  How was your ice cream?” The senator stood from the couch and walked to greet Reagan and her bodyguard.  

“Yes, it was good.”

“My shift is ending.  Charlie should be coming on soon if you need anything.  Have a good evening.” Dean smiled and exited.

“Thanks, Winchester,” the mom waved.  

“Can we watch that movie?  Which one did you want to watch?” Reagan nervously asked her.  

“Oh, I thought you didn’t want to.  Sure.  You like The Princess Diaries, right?”

“I haven’t seen that in a while.  Dean refuses to watch it with me,” Reagan laughed.  “Can we have popcorn?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you go get your pajamas on, and I’ll get everything set up,” her mom smiled.  

“Cool, be right back.” Reagan ran up the stairs and changed her clothes.  She grabbed her stuffed Winnie the Pooh and ran to meet her mom again in the living room.  

“Who is that?” Reagan’s mom asked her, looking at the thing tucked under her daughter’s arm.  

“Winnie got it for me.  It’s Winnie the Pooh.”

“That is very cool, Rae.  Thanks for sharing that with me,” Susan smiled at the connection she had made with her daughter.  As Susan started the movie, she felt her daughter snuggle into her and relax her body.  “I’m so sorry I missed these last few weeks.  I’ll be around more.  Dean promised that he and Sam will be extra careful about keeping us safe.”

“Okay, Mommy.  Love you.”

“Love you too, Reagan.”

Sam was on Reagan’s detail the next day.

“Where’s Dean?”

“I’m not cool enough for you?” Sam laughed.  “Come on, time for school.”

“Fine,” Reagan sighed.  “Is he okay?  He was supposed to come today.  He sai he would see me today.”

“He’s sick.  That’s why you got me today.”

“Winnie?” Reagan called him on the way to school.

“Hi, Rae.  Is everything okay?”

“She wanted to call and make sure you were okay,” said said into the car speaker.  

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.  I have the flu.”

“Okay, then maybe you should sleep.” Reagan pouted knowing she woudn’t see her friend for a few days.

“I’m okay, your mom made me take time off.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz you wouldn’t if she didn’t tell you to!” Sam laughed.  

“Don’t come back til you feel good, Winnie!” Reagan told him protectively.

“Wow, you’re all ganging up on me,” Dean started coughing.  

“Go to bed, Dean,” Sam advised.  

“Yeah, be good,” Reagan laughed.  

“Wow, you two are really laying down the law over there,” Dean laughed but continued his coughing.  

“Okay, we’re off to school.  Love you, buddy!” Sam ended the call.  

“He doesn’t sound so good.”

“Maybe we can bring him soup,” Reagan suggested.  

“No, you will not be bringing him soup.  You’ll get sick.  But if you want to make him a card after school, you can do that.  Okay, let’s get out, time for school!” Sam said energetically.

“No…” Reagan whined playfully.  

Three days later, Dean showed up to clock in.

“Hi, Winnie!” YN wrapped her arms around him.  

“Hey, Reagan!”

As they settled in, the girl reported what she and her mom had done together since he had been gone.  

“Good job, Rae!  Proud of you.”

“She isn’t so bad.  Mom’s been around more.  She even said I could go to France with her on my spring break!” Reagan let go and bounced on the balls of her feet.  

“That’s awesome!”

“I’m so excited!

Sam and Dean led the team of security on the trip to Europe.  Reagan took everything in as they walked down the street.  As the group was guided into a government building, gunshots were heard.

“Ms. Downing!” Sam screamed.  The political figure fell to the ground.  Sam dragged her into the building and Dean shielded Reagan from the commotion outside.  

“Mom!” Reagan screeched.  Sam lied her down on the carpet in the lobby.  The team didn’t see any blood.  

“I’m okay,” Susan whispered.  I’m not hurt,” she calmed them.  With guards covering the entrance, Sam and Dean looked her over.  

“No wounds,” Dean affirmed.  “She’s okay, Reagan.”

Dean looked over to the young girl as she ran into his arms.  Reagan cried quietly into his suit jacket.  

“Thank you,” Susan said, “for being so damn protective,” she smiled. 

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Between Beast and Man | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ “Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.” “Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time.” “The wolf bit you, didn't he?” “Yeah. Yeah he did!”

With Benny please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Benny knows your suspicious behaviour more than he would like to, and he also knows that he has no choice in what he'll do either.

: ̗̀➛ the word "man" is used but as a generalised statement, swearing, violence & blood

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

Benny knew the signs better than anyone else.

He knew what to look for, he had been around long enough and had seen plenty of it throughout his life to know exactly what was happening.

The long nights out, the sudden flinching and not wanting him to remove your shirt. The concealment and the way you winced when your shoulder brushed against anything and everything.

He knew exactly what was happening, and for just a moment, he did toy with the idea of calling Dean Winchester to ask for help; maybe a cure, or just something - anything - to make it easier.

Benny knew that you would never turn on him, just as he knew that you would never even think of betraying him in any way. Just as his loyalty belonged entirely to you, yours belonged to him just as much.

But he was worried, constantly chewing and biting at the inside of his mouth until it all felt raw and tender to the touch, unable to settle on what to do. He couldn't hurt you, he knew that much, but he also knew what would happen if he kept you around.

Certain types wouldn't allow it. Certain types would try and break you apart and would likely try to hurt you, as much as Benny detested the thought completely. As much as he wanted to protect you.

But you took him by surprise, completely and utterly.

You were jittery and restless as you sat beside him on the sofa, clearing your throat and trying to figure out how to tell him. You couldn't even look into his pretty blue eyes, staring at the ground and shaking your head, swallowing thickly and bouncing your leg. How were you supposed to tell him?

You had failed, you had let him down and disappointed him.

But gently, Benny put his hand on your leg as he hummed gently, raising his brows slightly.

"In your own time," he told you. "It's okay. I ain't goin' anywhere."

You chewed at the inside of your mouth, pulling thin and short strands of flesh apart as you shook your head, struggling to breathe. "Promise?"

"Always," he nodded. "Just... tell me what's goin' on."

You glared at the floor a little harder. "The other day, you were at work, and it was late, and... and I was waiting for you to come home, but there was this... I dunno, it sounded like a dog."

"Right," he nodded curtly.

You sighed, raking your hand down your face as you grumbled under your breath for a moment. "I know it was stupid, but I went to investigate... and, and there was a... a rabid wolf, I guess."

"What'd you mean?" He asked gently.

"It looked rabid," you explained, "y'know, stood on two legs and everything, it... it looked rabid, Benny!"

Benny nodded slowly, creasing his brows. "It's okay, keep goin'."

"I tried to shoo it away," you whispered, voice going dry and hoarse. "But it... I dunno, it must've attacked me 'cause... I, I woke up and, and, y'know, there was that, this bite on my shoulder and..."

"There's an old legend," he said slowly. "Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time."

"The wolf bit you, didn't he?" He pressed, tapping your leg to let you know he really wasn't going anywhere.

Reluctantly, you tugged at your shirt. "Yeah. Yeah, he did!"

Benny sighed, shaking his head for a moment. "Alright... you haven't eaten anythin', have ya?"

You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears so thick that your vision blurred. "No?"

"Alright, good," he told you softly, standing up and smiling. "I'm gonna take a few nights off work - and I'm gonna teach you how t' hunt."

"Benny-"

"I know," he said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning on the wall opposite you. "But look, sugar. You got bit by a werewolf, and you're gonna wanna feed - who better t' teach you than a vamp?"

You frowned, swallowing thickly. "I don't wanna kill anybody..."

"That's why I'm gonna teach you," Benny reassured. "It's not my first rodeo, y'know... unless..."

"Unless?"

"I can try callin' Dean Winchester," he told you, all playfulness and reassurance leaving his voice. "See if there's a cure."

"No," you shook your head. "Don't. Please. Just..."

The second you put your face in your hands and howled in frustration, Benny knelt between your legs and grabbed your wrists gently, forcing you to look at him. "Now listen, sugar. Listen to me real close 'cause I'm not gonna repeat it, alright? I'm gonna be here for you, all the fuckin' time. Constantly. Til you're sick to the back teeth of me. I'm gonna be here. You ain't gonna go through this alone, and anythin' you wanna try - we'll try it."

You nodded slowly, sniffling. "Thank you..."

"Anythin' for you," Benny told you softly, kissing your forehead. "Always."

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath as you did your best not to completely fall apart. Toeing the line between man and monster, the films always made it look so much easier.

But you were confused and angry, scared and unable to tell anyone else but Benny; no one else would listen to you, no one else would believe you. You felt like you weren't completely yourself anymore, like something had been taken from you.

Everything was overwhelming, except the feeling of Benny gently taking your hands in his; you felt like you had been tossed an anchor, finally allowed to settle. To pause. He would be your only saving grace; knowing that he understood, that he believed you, and that he would fight for you and with you.

"We'll be alright," he told you softly. "Just let me know what you wanna do, when you wanna do it. Like I said, I'll call work, I'll tell 'em that I need the next few nights off."

"You're my fucking saviour."

"I wouldn't go that far."

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Hotel Room Service | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader x Dean Winchester (🍋)

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ request ❞

: ̗̀➛ For one night, Benny lets Dean share you with him.

: ̗̀➛ dom/sub, biting kink, praise kink, Daddy kink, spitroasting, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, anal fingering, dirty talk, sharing, nipple play, cum swallowing, breeding (anal), threesome

↳ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

You, Dean and Benny were hunting together, which wasn’t exactly unheard of;  just another vamp nest near the Mississippi River, which needed clearing out, and you and Benny happened to be in the area so you offered Dean a hand as Sam was in hospital and he couldn’t do it alone.

Dean knew about you and Benny, as the two of you were terrible at keeping secrets from either Winchester; it was kind of heartbreaking at first, as Dean had always had his eye on you and couldn’t deny that he was rather jealous of you and Benny being together.

But he tried his best to get over it, even though he still found you very attractive and couldn’t stop himself from shamelessly flirting with you in front of Benny.

What he did not know, though, was that, back at the motel where the three of you were staying, you and Benny had come up with an agreement; for just one night, Benny had agreed that he would allow Dean to share you.

It was your idea, but had it been anyone else, Benny would have said no - Dean was the only exception, and that night would be the only time. 

You sat Dean down on the bed next to you while Benny sat in the chair and watched from the corner; slowly, you reached out, and put your hand on Dean’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze as you smiled at him and nodded slowly.

“Me and Benny had a talk,” you started, “and we agreed that, for one night, you can join in.”

His eyes seemed to lighten up as he grinned, licking his lips. “Really?”

You nodded again, humming softly. “If you want to, yes.”

“There are rules,” Benny said with a soft cough. “First of all, you only get their mouth. Second, you can only be called Dean - Daddy’s my thing. Third, the safe word is California. If you want out, there’s the door.”

Dean shook his head quickly and harshly, licking his lips and shifting in his seat. “No! No! I, I want this.”

Benny nodded curtly at him, clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair. “I’ll allow y’all to start… you good to go, sugar?”

You nodded back at him, tapping your thigh twice. “I’m ready when you are.”

The tap of your thigh cemented to Benny that you were very much okay and ready, and he leaned back a little more as he watched carefully as you leaned in and kissed Dean; it wasn’t the same way that you kissed him, but he knew that that would always be the case.

The way you kissed Benny would always be only for him; but then he watched as Dean laid you down beneath him, slowly undressing you and gently kissing every inch of exposed skin while you told him exactly where and how to touch.

Benny dropped his zipper, letting his trousers fall open as he shrugged out of his suspenders and pulled his fat cock out; slowly stroking it as he watched Dean take control of you. You tapped your thigh twice, knowing that Benny could see.

“Doin’ so well, sugar,” Benny praised. “You gonna take both o’ us at once? Hmm?”

You nodded, softly gasping for breath for a moment as you tried not to whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he praised again, humming softly when you pushed yourself up against Dean’s mouth as he softly kissed around your nipples. “Look at ‘em, Dean, ain’t they just the most fuckin’ perfect thing you ever saw?”

Dean nodded, humming against your skin for a moment. “I think they’ll be so good at takin’ us both, don’t you, Benny?”

“They take me well enough,” Benny mused. “Don’t ya, darlin’? Tell him how well you take my cock in your nice, tight little asshole, won’t ya?”

You did as you were told, telling Dean all about how well you could take Benny’s cock; how you loved to feel him stretch and fill your ass, and how only he could make you cum properly.

Benny told you to keep going, praising you softly when you told Dean that you practically worshipped his cock, that you would always be happy to be a vampire’s cum dump.

Dean was groaning softly as he nipped and bit along your waist, slowly moving your trousers and boxers down to your ankles as he worked his way down your body, kissing you softly and being careful to go around your arousal.

Benny kept telling you to tell Dean about all the things he did to you - how you were just Benny’s little pet, really, and how you were so, so eager to taste his cum or to let him breed your ass.

“You’re doin’ so well, sugar,” Benny mused as he grabbed the bottle of lube and began to make his way over to the bed. “I think you should be rewarded - don’t ya agree, Dean?”

Dean nodded, immediately backing off and kneeling between your ankles as he cleared his throat and smiled at you. “I think so.”

Benny stripped himself, giving his cock a few good strokes before allowing you to lick the precum from his skin; he could see the glint in your eyes, and when you tapped your thigh twice, he knew that it was time.

Positioning you on your hands and knees with your mouth facing Dean; Benny got on the bed behind you, gently stroking your ass before he gave it a firm smack.

“You ready, now, darlin’?”

You nodded, eager and wanting nothing more than for them both to take you and to fuck you like your life depended on it.

Dean watched in awe as Benny lubed you up, making sure to slowly drag his fingers in and out of your ass with each careful stroke just as much as he made sure to use his fingers in a scissor motion to make sure you were nice and stretched for him. Perfectly ready.

You tapped your thigh twice, and once Dean had his clothes off, you eagerly took him in your mouth, letting him put one hand at the back of your neck and the other on your shoulder as he tilted his head back and sucked in a harsh breath.

Fuck.

Your mouth was so warm and you took him so fucking eagerly, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever had someone suck his dick like that; he let out a long and drawn out breath, running a hand through his hair and grunting softly.

“Fuck, you’re so good, baby.”

You couldn’t even answer as Benny angled himself up and slowly thrust into you, holding onto your sides as he groaned softly; feeling you immediately push back against him and clench around his fat cock.

Fuck, he filled you up so good that when he started to snap his hips, you rocked back and forth slightly; forcing a moan from the back of your throat as you clenched the mattress beneath you.

Your knuckles clicking loudly as you braced yourself as much as you could; he groaned above you, softly praising you with each and every movement.

“You’re so good.”

You gagged a little as Dean’s dick hit the back of your throat, fucking your mouth with great strokes; your grip on the mattress grew harder as you moaned around him, resulting in him tilting his head back and struggling to hold back the moan that was threatening to leave him as he did his best to praise you as much as he could.

Gently, Dean put his hand on your shoulder and dug his nails into your skin, gritting his teeth and grinding them as he tried to hold himself back as much as he could. 

“Being so good.”

Benny rolled his hips, making sure to hit all your sweet spots as he dug his nails into your skin, almost enough to draw blood as he let out a soft growl of your name; praising you between each thrust, reminding you that he loved you and that you were all his.

Possession was always his thing, he loved to make it known that you were his and only his; even when you were playing with three in the bedroom, Benny still had to make it known that you were his. Only his.

“You’re doin’ so well, sugar, so good.”

Dean bucked his hips hard, making you gag and gulp and gargle until you were very close to tears; he checked in between praises, not wanting you to feel like he didn’t care even though he very much did.

Dean didn’t want you to suffer, but when you licked a stripe under his cock as you pulled away, only to grin and eager take him down to the base again, your nose brushing against his bristling coarse hairs, he moaned loudly.

Gasping out a loud praise as he nodded and let out a soft breath.

“Damn, you really are good!”

“Told ya,” Benny chuckled, licking his lips. “They’re the fuckin’ best little bit of sugar this side of the Mississippi.”

Just to make sure you got the point, he delivered a few thrusts harder than the last, enough to make you rock back and forth and gag slightly; a smug grin on his face when he felt you clench around him, your knees nearly buckling when your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

Benny kept you steady, though, putting his hand on your stomach and keeping you up as much as he could, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out with a nod, sweat dripping from his brow. “Real fuckin’ good.”

He was struggling, admittedly, knowing that you could taste his precum on your tongue as you winked up at him, moving your head from side to side and running your tongue across every ridge and vein; you seemed to know exactly what he liked, drool spilling from your mouth as you gulped loudly and licked his cock so fucking eagerly.

Fuck, Dean knew he would never be able to keep up - not with you being so fucking good for him and taking him so well.

Benny gave your ass a hard smack before tapping your thighs twice, letting you know that if you wanted to cum, you had his permission to do so; you didn’t seem to care, continuing to fuck yourself against him, desperate and needy for his cock as you whimpered and whined around Dean’s.

You were getting close, and Benny could tell - but fuck, seeing you so eagerly take Dean’s dick was making him get closer to the edge anyway, and knowing how fucking good you had been, Benny wasn’t about to tell you no either. 

“When you’re ready,” he told you. 

It didn’t take Dean very long, letting out a few grunts and growls until he came in your mouth, watching in awe as you swallowed every single droplet before cleaning his cock off; you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, humming softly. 

“He tastes good, Daddy,” you whispered. “Not like you, though.”

Benny grinned smugly, but when he felt your ass clench around him again, he growled out your name, leaning over and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he came inside you. Fucking his own cum into you as much as he could without spilling a drop.

You weren’t far behind, your legs shaking and tears in your eyes as you whimpered out for Benny; he immediately took your hands in his, praising you softly as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Bucking your hips as you shuddered and loudly came; fucking yourself on his cock until you knew that you couldn’t take it anymore and flopped down onto the bed with a contented sigh and a soft grumble.

Completely and utterly spent, as well as stuffed to the brim. You grinned at them both, putting your fist in front of your face and putting your thumb up.

“You alright, sugar?” Benny asked, sitting beside you and running his hand up and down your back.

You nodded, humming softly when he kissed you sweetly. “I’m good, don’t worry.”

Dean cleared his throat, looking between you and Benny. “Should we clean up?”

“You wanna shower with us, darlin’?” Benny questioned softly, and when you agreed, he smiled. “Alright, me an’ Dean’ll run the shower, you just wait here.”

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Walkin' Out | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ “Why don’t I feel scared?”

With Benny please and hand kink and choking

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: ̗̀➛ Benny walks out on you, but you're not about to let him leave so easily.

: ̗̀➛ anal fingering, choking, SLIGHT praise kink, dry humping, swearing, MILD angst, Daddy kink, hand kink, dom/sub

↳ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

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You could never be or feel scared or anxious around Benny, you had known him for far too long to ever think of being scared around him; he knew you like the back of his hand, he knew that you would never feel that way.

It was something that Sam said to him that made him doubt all of that, all of those years spent together. All of that time you both had spent building trust and understanding.

He grew distant, all but withdrawing himself from you entirely; you couldn’t stand it, and after leaving Sam a few voice mails with some very choice words, you ran off to find Benny.

As a hunter, it was easy enough to find him - but as his partner?

You could have done it with all your senses blocked and your hands tied behind your back.

You felt guilty when you saw him sat on the riverbank, and gently set your bag down before sitting beside him with a soft sigh. For a while, neither of you said anything, until he put his hand on your knee and heard the soft gasp leave your lips.

Your gaze focused on thick fingers; you squirmed a little, hoping he didn’t notice your arousal. Benny smiled to himself as he tapped his fingers against you so gently, making sure you saw him splay them out like he was stretching something.

You bit at the inside of your lip as you focused on every little movement; you could picture it so clearly.

On your knees with your back against his chest as he filled your ass with his fingers, using the other hand to tightly wrap around your throat, pressing into the soft skin so harshly that you would have obvious marks that could not be hidden.

His fingers quickly pumping in and out of you until you could feel your cheeks move with every little slight movement.

You pushed your hips up slightly, thinking of it so clearly and so vividly that you didn’t notice him move his hand up slightly so it sat just below your hip. Benny licked his lips, quirking his brows as he took note of how you reacted to just his hand and nothing more.

You dared to take your eyes off of his hand for a moment in order to look at his mouth for just a little while.

He noticed immediately, and turned his head to capture your lips, open mouthed and heavy, all harsh breaths and his tongue licking at yours for a moment until you moved onto his lap.

Your hands on his shoulders as you bucked your hips against him for a moment; Benny grinned, holding your waist tightly as he reciprocated the movement eagerly, letting out a harsh breath that fanned across your face as your own hitched in your throat.

Needy and desperate already as you whimpered against him, your head falling so that your face was against his neck. 

“You should be scared,” Benny murmured, almost melancholic in tone. “I’m a monster.”

You grumbled against him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. “Then why don’t I feel scared? Huh?”

A shuddering breath left him and he knew he couldn’t stay away from you any longer, pulling you close as he bucked his hips up against you harshly just to draw a moan from your lips; making you tilt your head back and close your eyes as your grip on his shoulders grew slightly tighter.

You rolled your hips against him, softly crying out his name. Benny paused, licking his lips as he pulled away, holding your chin between his finger and thumb as he hummed softly.

“Tell me what you want, sugar.”

You took a few seconds to catch your breath before you swallowed thickly and nodded slowly. “I want you to use your hands on me, Benny, please. Please, make me cum with your hands. I promise I’ll be good if you do.”

“Your wish,” he chuckled softly, kissing the tip of your nose. “Is my command.”

You were relieved, to say the least, as you moved away from him and pulled your trousers down as well as your underwear; immediately, you were back on his lap with your chest against his back, your legs spread as you straddled his waist in reverse.

Benny groaned softly, gently biting at the back of your neck for a moment before placing one hand against your ass and the other against your collarbone with his fingers on one side and his thumb on the other.

You whimpered softly, pressing your ass against his hand, silently begging for more until he slapped your ass gently and shook his head.

“C’mon, sugar,” he told you quietly. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please, just fucking stick your fingers in my ass,” you whined and whimpered out, pleading so much that you were almost close to tears. 

Benny grinned, slowly pressing one finger into your ass until you pushed back against him, letting him slowly insert another; he was cautious and careful to slowly pump them in and out of you. Occasionally crooking the two digits just to get a rise out of you; you pushed his hand up until it was directly on your throat.

“Choke me, please,” you breathed out, almost pathetically. “Please, Daddy.”

“Good goin’,” he praised softly, putting more pressure on your throat until it was nearly constricting your airways. 

He picked up the pace of his fingers, pistoning them in and out of you until he heard your skin slapping loudly against his. The palm of his hand routinely coming into contact with your ass cheeks, almost but not quite slapping them as he continued to ram his fingers in and out of your ass until your legs went weak and all but gave out beneath you.

You buckled over slightly, thankful that Benny pulled you back by the throat so that your back was flush with his chest; your hands went to the back of his head, softly tugging at the strands of greying brown as you moaned loudly. 

He dipped his head, biting at your skin softly as he bucked his hips against you, able to feel himself getting harder as he continued to fuck you with his fingers; he couldn’t help but to think about it - how your devotion to him was as deep and long as the Mississippi River.

How you seemed to be so fucking faithful in him that it was almost enough to drown in. Fuck, he adored you - as wrong as it was for a hunter to be with a vampire, he really fucking did adore you.

The feel of your skin and the sound of your soft moans as you grew closer to the edge, bucking your hips wildly and tugging at his hair more tightly and harshly; he could feel your ass clenching around him as your thighs began to shake until the tremble went all the way down to your ankles.

Your toes began to to curl, your head tilting back as you called out his name so fucking loudly that it seemed to make all the trees around you shake.

Benny was lost in it, listening to you so carefully and making sure to ride you out through your orgasm; but then you pulled away, moving to straddle his waist properly, your hands on his shoulders as you licked your lips and failed to catch your breath before kissing him harshly.

He bit at your bottom lip when you pulled away, pupils blown with lust as he cleared his throat and smiled.

“Sorry for walkin’ out on you like that,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright,” you told him gently, shaking your head. “I get why you did it, I really do, just… know that no matter what anyone else says, I’m never gonna listen to ‘em. They’re a bunch of cunts, Benny, and I… fuck, I love you, I really do.”

“Can I walk home with you?” He asked, and when you nodded, he smiled brightly. “I ain’t never gonna walk out on ya again.”