#cordell walker x you

[mahi-wayy]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

summary : There was just something about you that made every fibre in cordell's being melt into primal instincts and needs.

warnings : oral sex ( f. receiving ) MDI and my not so good smut writing!! also not proof read.

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It has be been a very very long day. But then again when had been a ranger ever easy but he loved his job. Most of the time.

Though there is one thing he loves more than his job is coming home to you and his kids and family. Life after Emily was just one chaos after another and one sorrow after another and something between that shit storm you stepped in his life.

To him you radiated fresh start from the very first moment and after a while of pulling and pushing he did end up sleeping with you in his arms every night.

There was also just something about you that made him want to revert into almost primal animalistic instincts. Maybe it was the way your ass filled your jeans out or the way those dresses didn't leave much to imagination.

So he wasn't really surprised when he finds himself on his knees - still in his uniform - between your legs. Your pretty white dress bunched up and his big old hands squeezing the thighs he likes to stare at.

"Fuck baby- oh."

There it was the breathy sounds only he ever got to here. he can't help himself but smile against your skin. He started with a soft lick with every intention of teasing but the way you shuddered and your legs closed just a bit more around his shoulders. He has to change the plans.

Slow will have to wait for later. He wants it all now.

"Cordell babe-"

You cut herself off with a moan of his name when he picks up the pace out of nowhere. Your hands scrambling to grab his hair and other grabbing on the edge of counter he had placed you on when he first came in.

Cordell feels the pulls at his hair and it makes him groan against your cunt pulling a whine from you as your hips bucked up automatically and he shifts his hand to grasp your waist and pulling you closer to the edge - letting your hips roll into his mouth.

"Yes yes- God right there baby."

The words come out in a pant as your hips buck up more and he had to hold you in place so you don't slip off the counter and also so that he can have you still for his mouth now.

"Oh God yes- I'm close I'm so close baby."

He knows. He can feel your legs shaking over his shoulder - your grip in his hair almost bordering painful - as you whine and moan over and over.

Cordell feels it happen under him. They way your body locks in an arc to push closer to his mouth, the breathy moan of his name and your juices fucking drenching his chin and beard.

He doesn't stop though - he can't - licking over and over cleaning up his favorite mess until you're begging him to, pulling his hair to have him move away.

"Welcome home I guess." Your manages once he finally pulls his mouth off - your legs still shaking. Yeah Cordell Walker does that.

"You're welcome."

He cheeks once he pulls away standing up to his ridiculous height wiping his mouth from the back of his hand. He doesn't miss the way you reacts with a fond shake of you head before he bends to kiss you.

I am not the best at smut and this partially mera's ( @bluemerakis ) fault.

tags : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @daylighted @soldiersgirl let me know if you wanna be tagged!!

[welldonebeca]

Identically Different - Masterlist

Summary: When you get arrested, your path crosses with the path of the Winchester-Walker twins. Samuel and Cordell couldn't be more different. That made everything way more interesting than you expected it to be. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader; Cordell Walker x Reader Warnings: Tension. Slowburn. Smut. Alternative Universe - Twins. Angst. Comfort.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Chapter 14 on Patreon - 15th of April on Tumblr/AO3 Chapter 15 on Patreon - 22nd of April on Tumblr/AO3 Chapter 16 on Patreon - 29th of April on Tumblr/AO3

Chapter 17 on Patreon - 6th of May on Tumblr/AO3 Chapter 18 on Patreon - 13th of May on Tumblr/AO3 Chapter 19 on Patreon - 20th of May on Tumblr/AO3 Chapter 20 on Patreon - 27th of May on Tumblr/AO3

Chapter 21 on Patreon - 3rd of June on tumblr/AO3 Chapter 22 on Patreon - 10th of June on tumblr/AO3 Chapter 23 on Patreon - 17th of June on tumblr/AO3

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[h8aaz]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

toughest rider — ❝ COWBOYHAT .ᐟ READER ❞

℧ meet cowgirl . . . she's straight out of one of cordell walker's dreams—or so he likes to say. truthfully, nobody knows how she came to fruition, but there's not one complaint on walker ranch. well, besides cordell missing his trusty black cowboy hat.

yeehaw, y'all ! . . . cordell searched everywhere for his hat, threatening to ground his kids if they had it. eventually, cordell's mother, abeline, found his hat. it's just that it was tilted slightly downwards on the head of an unfamiliar woman. she was dripped in black leather, red accents littering her form in different ways—and she was the new ranch hand.

rockstar, baby ! . . . cowgirl bonds with cordell's children, stella and august, over music. she's a lover of all kinds of genres, but she adores classic rock (and is an avid divorced dad music listener).

not just a ranch hand ! . . . cordell wasn't interested in cowgirl at first, fuming at every glimpse of her due to the fact she was wearing and reclaiming his cowboy hat as her own. when he wasn't busy on ranger business, he'd be on the ranch, secretly watching her work. he was pressured—or rather he'd say he was 'forced'—by his father, bonham, and younger brother, liam, into inviting her to go out for drinks at the side step. he was shocked to hear her agree, but it slowly turned into a hint of admiration as she was beaming a smile up at him through her lipstick-coated lips. when they went, he soon found out she was much more than what he thought she was, and he began to gravitate towards her more—and not just because he wanted to try and get his hat back.

PUT ON COWGIRL'S HAT !

coming soon . . .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . just like tua, i LOVE walker so i thought of this little lady and i couldn't get her out of my head until i made her real!!!!

OBJECTS!READER UNIVERSE CREDS GOES TO @daylighted!! none of this would've been possible without baby!reader :)

layout inspo from @titsout4jackles !!

special tags: @sunsbaby @starzify @soldiersgirl @bejeweledinterludes @littlesoulshine @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @daylighted @bluemerakis @j2archives @legalmente-loca @immodestly-marina

divider by enchanthings !!

© 𝐇𝟖𝐀𝐀𝐙 — don't copy or repost without MY permission!!

[sweetiecelin]

I Still Got It (Cordell Walker x Reader)

Summary: You go to a fair with the Walkers when your past catches up with you.  Something snapped in you when Walker’s kids’ safeties were threatened.

TW: Fighting, Blood, Violence

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God, this was so much fun. There were so many people just buzzing with excitement and you were too. You’ve always just felt at home at a fair. It reminded you of some of the best times in your life. You’d go to the fairs with your parents, watched as your siblings bled confidence and competition. 

As the Texan sun beat down, it made the ambiance even better. IT was so bright it matched the atmosphere. The fair was lined with food stalls, children running down teh walkways witha prize or a balloon. It warmed your heart. Cordell walked with you as you looked around at all the games and activities, as Stella and August ran off they lived their lives. You were dying to find something you or even Cordell could win at. You and Cordell watched others attempt to win the rigged games(all fair games are rigged, an inevitable truth), you just smiled. You knew most people wouldn’t be able to win unless they were truly skilled. 

You also caught Stella having fun with her current boy of the month while Auggie tried to impress his girl of the week. It was cute, they would try to make it work but fate would intervene. Eventually you and Cordell would find yourselves in the midst of the crowds, continuing finding a place where you belong. It was settled, just walking around discussing the amount of people there was astounding; On such a hot day you didn’t think so many people would be out but hey, they were probably used to it.

Your eyes searched for August and his girl. You tried to play it cool and let it go. You shouldn’t be so worried about Cordell’s son, he wasn’t even you(though it felt like it sometimes). It wasn’t until you caught a glance at who August was now speaking, it was a girl wearing a black leather jacket, you thought was something you had seen before. As you watched their exchange, you noticed an older woman marched her way over to the two teens. The posture the woman  was presenting was something that was meant to be intimidating and it worked. You started to get nervous, squeezing Cordell’s hand. You could’ve sworn that if you squeezed it any harder his hand would break.

You stilled in your perouse of the environment to finally realize where you recognized her from. You stopped in your tracks, hand in hand with Cordell when it called him to a stop.

“What is it?” He asked as he caught your eye staring at the woman confronting August, “Well that doesn’t look good, maybe I should go handle it.”

You shook your head, “No, in fact I will.”

You let go of his hand as you marched your way toward the confrontation ready to happen. Your hands clenched into fists as you made your way over. You knew it could do one of two ways, you stepped in and it stopped OR it would escalate too much.

It turned out to be the latter.

The moment you ended up in the man’s peripheral vision, she recognized you too. Her stern look turned into an amused smirk. It felt like she held something against you. You had dealt with enough of her shit to leave the people you believed took you in, cared for you, fucked you over enough times.. 

By the time you ended up at the scene of the to-be fiasco, you were putting yourself in between August and the others. You weren’t about to let anything happen to him, you were determined to handle the situation.

“Daze, what are you doing here? Is there something that I can help you with?”

Terri sneered your name, “Well I’ll be damned, I didn’t know you were Austin.”

“Yeah, I am, what’s it to you? Here just to stir up trouble?” You snapped back, sent daggers her way in the way you glared at her.

She gestured to the young lady beside her, “I’m sure you remember my daughter, hell you practically helped me raise her. Cameron, say hello.”

Her eyes kept bouncing between her mother, you and the ground, “Hi.. uh long time no see.”

Your protective stance didn’t shift but you threw a small smile her way, “Hey hun, you grew up since that last time I saw you.”

“Wait you know these people,” August finally cut in. “H-How do you know them, are they family or friends?”

“Oh, well we were practically her family. Took her in, clothed her, loved her like one of our one,” Terri cut in with a devious smirk on her face and venom dripping from her words, “You didn’t talk about us at all? Sounds like something you’d do after what happened.”

“Terri, why don’t you shut the fuck up for once. August, go find your dad and hang back for a bit while we have a little chat,” You were trying to get him out of the way before something happened that you would rather not have him witness; the kid has been through a lot already and you didn’t want to add to his trauma.

What you didn’t see was Cordell already making his way to the scene, Stella in tow right behind him. He was ready to have your back not matter what happened, and to step in before it got out of control. 

“You gonna shut me up,” Terri taunted, “You’ve never been the type for confrontation. Always were a meek little thing. Now, August, why don’t you stay right here, and listen to what I need to tell you and her.”

She placed her hand on her hip and turned to the sky as if she was feeling nostalgic about the memories she was going to bring to light, “Did you know that when she was 16 she ran away? Or about the time when she had just turned 19 and-”

You immediately knew what she was going to say, without saying a word your fist collided with her face, “Shut. The. Hell. Up. August, go find your dad, now.”

She just looked at you with a victorious look, “Wow, you finally grew some balls. Instead of being pushed around like a goddamn-”

You threw another hit as August finally left his spot behind you, but she dodged this one. She landed a hit to your nose, tears started to well up as blood dripped from your nose. You wiped the blood out from under your nose, looked at the blood and just smiled.

A crowd started to form a circle around the two of you and the mess you caused. You lunged at her, taking her to the ground. She started pulling at your hair while she was under you. Terri started trying to bite you- Yes bite you. She eventually turned you over and started landing as many hits as she could. Her daughter started to back away, finding refuge in someone else who was part of the motorcycle club. It looked like she hated every problem her mother got involved in.

Cordell was watching his whole exchange and he wanted to help you. Especially when Terri got on top of you. He was about to step in when you flipped her over your head and slammed her in the ground. You got yourself to your feet while Terri was still stunned from hitting the ground, that’s when you took your shot. You smashed your foot into her stomach. She groaned with pain.

You couldn’t stop there, you just had to kick the shit out of her. While she was still immobile, the bottom of your shoe managed to find her face.

When Cordell saw you taking things too far, that's when he went to pull6 you off of her. He appreciated you defending his son, but now with this many witnesses with the knowledge Cordell was a ranger. Something had to be done.

He had tried verbally stopping you, it was like you didn’t her him. So Cordell wrapped his arms around you waist, lifting you off your feet. Removing you from the woman who was now bleeding on the ground and being helped up by her fellow members. 

Flailing in Walker’s hand trying to free yourself, he mumbled in your name in your ear, “Calm down before I actually arrest you. Breathe.”

Slowing your breaths, you tried to calm yourself but the following words seemingly fell out of your mouth, “You talk to him again, you’re not gonna be able to fucking walk Terri. He’s my kid, damn it.”

August and Stella stood frozen in their places, exchanged quick looks between you and each other. Sure, you and Cordell had been together for about a year and a half now. Yet it was never discussed beyond “you are my family” how you truly saw them. What the kids meant to you, for them it was still hard moving past the death of their mother and their father dating someone else. For them to hear, you felt as though August and Stella being ‘your kids’ was a shock to their systems

Terri looked at you with her vision blurred, a cut on her head bleeding profusely and a swollen eye, she tried to make another threat before a larger man shushed her and just pulled her away through the crowd. 

Cordell took you away to the parking lot where Stella and August followed right behind you like shadows. You finally calmed down and you realized what you had said. 

With wide eyes you tried to apologize, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry for what I said. I know you both are still going through enough-”

Cordell cleared his throat when he saw Stella trying to get the words out. HE knew you loved him and his kids, but he also knew that they had to express how they felt about it.

“Did you mean it?” Stella looked at you still with shock still heavy on her face and saying your name, “Did you mean what you said about August being ‘your kid’?”

August nodded in agreement, solidifying the importance of the question.

You looked at them and then to Cordell, “Yes. I’ve seen you as my kids the moment, August asked how to talk to the girl he liked, and even when you, Stella, started ranting to me about your dad and hoping I’d talk to him.”

“I care about you like you’re my own,” Your eyes started to water, “You guys are my family, I love you as much as I love Cordi- your dad. I’m not trying to replace your mom, but I do love you two so much.”

August and Stella swallowed you into a hug, practically squeezing the breath out of your lungs. Cordell started chuckling at the sight of true sheer shock on your face as they accepted you. Then it became clear to him that you were having trouble breathing.

“Alright guys, I think you should ease up a little and let her breathe.”

They release you but with quivering faces, Stella collected herself the best she could but August still was crying little when he wiped his tears away with his sleeve. You pouted your bottom lip, you just shook your head.

“How about we go back to your house, and we just relax for the rest of the night, that sound like a plan?” You suggested trying to get everyone relaxed and feel a little bit better, the kids nodded at you like Cordell gave you a small smile and led you three to the car.

Once you got back teh the Walkers’ place, you start popping popcorn and trying to get some movie snacks set up so you four could enjoy the rest of the day after what just transpired. August and Stella were both in their rooms, while Cordell joined you in the kitchen

He went over, placed a hand on your hip and kissed your temple, “Thank you for what you did today.”

“What? Fight a woman and probably scar your children?”

“No,” He started resting a hand on the small of your back, “For being honest and protecting Auggie and how you handled the kids. OH! Also it was pretty hot when you got into that fight. I didn’t know my girl could fight like that.”

Chuckling to yourself as the timer on the microwave went off, you wanted to say something but you couldn’t. You just shook your head as you pulled the popcorn out and poured it into a bowl. 

“I didn’t mean to call Auggie my kid, but when I thought something bad might happen to him in retribution. But I do love him and Stells like my own. They’re important to me as much as you are to me,” Sighing your eyes drifted to the counter, “I don’t want to feel like I’m replacing her.”

Cordell looked at you with wide eyes and grabbed your shoulders to face him, “She can't ever be replaced but you’re here. You’re just trying to be there for them, and I guess me. I don’t think we’d be able to be here today without you trying to keep us sane and even broker peace between us when we get on each others’ nerves. I love you.”

He kissed you and you returned it before wrapping your arms around him. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.”

“I love you too, Walker,” You turned to him with big smile, “You thought I was hot while I beat the absolute crap out of a woman today?”

“Yeah, well it was cute to see you defend Auggie like that today.”

You giggled, “I guess I still got that spunk”

“Yeah you do,” He said, pulling you into a deeper and longer kiss.

[waxingwinchester]

giant!sam wichester who’s already unusually tall for his species, but he’s the personification of big and scary-looking on the outside and secretly just nervous and nice. and tiny!reader who’s one of the smaller ones of their species, making the divide between them even bigger

[imbadatwrighting]

I have so many shows on my watchlist but I’m a chronic mid-show abandoner and procrastinator so I’m stuck wanting to watch them but never actually doing it

[hexedwinchester]

Farewell Thee - Walker

*** spoiler alert ***

Finally managed to see the series finale of Walker and I was pleasantly happy about it..

Awww.. Cordi made special breakfast for Auggie

Cordi and I never gonna look at blender same way again

So Cordell is here trying make up for the lost time and his family is still giving him shit?! Like, hello, give the man credits for trying at least. It's not like any of you have done something nice for him in a while, have ya?

The Cordell Stella scene was so sweet. Finally, Stella owning upto her shit.

'Cassie needs her people to surround her with love.' 'Cordell has his people'. I mean does he, though? Man's doing stuff for everyone else around him. Don't see anyone else lifting a finger to do something for him.

Cordell keeps Geri in dark to protect her. Geri gets mad. Cordell tries to explain the situation to Geri. Geri gets mads and shuts him down. He can't win with you, Geri, can he? Booooo Geri! -_-

Auggie getting accepted to every college he applied!

The interview shots were done nicely

August Edward Walker. 'Emily was a big Twilight fan.' Emily is Team Edward! Love you, Emily!!!

Cordi dancing by himself at the party. Oh baby!

Liam and his 'hello'

Also, Liam you really believe Governor called you from an unknown number? And you really think it is safe to jump in the car with no license plate that came out of nowhere a good idea? Kinda sus, don't you think?

Cordi trying to be the man he thinks Geri deserve. Well I don't see Geri retuning the favor. Boo Geri! -_-

Bonham knows what women want! Freaking boats!

Cute road trip! And man, does Cordi look absolutely gorgeous in gray shirt and black hat

There's always something going on with the Davidson's. Yea, I'm looking at you, you weirdo renting Davidson's place and dropping handmade soaps at Cordi's doorstep. Sus gift hamper if you ask me

I'll miss this show so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hits play on Walker S01E01

[written-with-clouds]

Written With Clouds Masterlist

* Indicates smut

!!Please read all trigger warnings listed on the fics!!

Sam Winchester

Three's Company: GN! Reader

TW: This contains the mention of past rape and abuse. it doesn't go into detail and is not explicit but please read responsibly

Cordell Walker

Ride A Cowboy: Female Reader*

Ride A Cowboy: Male Reader*

CW: Mentioned age-gap, barn sex, unprotected sex

Aemond Targaryen

I Found Love (Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be)*

1 2 3 Epilogue

Uncle/Niece relationship (its the Targaryen's... what do you expect), secret relationship, minor character injury, attempted SA, on page beatings both of reader and of another character (not super graphic, but it happens), miscarriage, non graphic childbirth

The Dragon and The Wolf - coming soon ;)

Osferth

How The Dove Flies - coming soon ;)

Ateez

13 Days of Monstober Masterlist

12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist

[supernaturalconvert]

It's missing them hours....

Cordell Walker || Geraldine Broussard (Part - 3)

@spngalli @thinkinghardhardlythinking​

Bonus : Geri being adorable!

[mahi-wayy]

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧...!

↠jensen ackles

• dean winchester

eating you out ( drabble )

mark of cain!reader

brown!reader series

can you see right through me?

• beau arlen

football!reader

• russell shaw

• soldier boy

• alec mcdowell

I heard from a friend of a friend

like the way it fits ( drabble )

• tom hanniger

↠ jared padalecki

• sam winchester

brown!reader series

• cordell walker

cordell being a mean-ish munch

Taglist : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @soldiersgirl @littlesoulshine @titsout4jackles @yawnzshit @h8aaz let me know if you wanna join the taglist!!

[welldonebeca]

Identically Different (1)

Summary: When you get arrested, your path crosses with the path of the Winchester-Walker twins. Samuel and Cordell couldn’t be more different. That made everything way more interesting than you expected it to be. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader; Cordell Walker x Reader Warnings: Tension. Slowburn. Smut. Alternative Universe - Twins. Angst. Comfort.

Identically Different - Masterlist

You stared through the review mirror at the tall cop as he started the car, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looked off to the road again.

There, now you’d absolutely reached rock bottom.

Adam had left you.

You two had had a fight and apparently, that was his breaking point, because the moment you went into the gas station was when he decided he was done.

The joke was on you for including a man in your escape plan, but it wasn’t like you could drive or had a car you could drive.

You needed him, and he knew that.

Your grand plan was going to Mexico, and you refused to give up on it, so you took what you could and backpacked around. You stole what you could, bought what you couldn’t steal with the money you had stolen before, and tried so hard to survive.

And it worked.

Which was why you’d gotten too cocky.

All you wanted was enough food to last the month, so you could find a job somewhere and not worry!

Well, the silver lining was that you were not going to starve any more. You were pretty sure the state wasn’t allowed to starve its prisoners.

The station wasn’t too far away, maybe that was why the big guy had come so quickly.

“We’re here,” he told you, his voice deep and his words short.

You raised your eyes and turned to the side to find a woman already coming out to open the door and take you, and she was at least nice as she guided you under his watchful gaze, and they led you into a cell.

“Stay here,” he commanded. “We’re going to take your prints.”

You moved your wrists when the woman uncuffed you, grateful for being at least free now.

“I didn’t know it was a crime to try not to starve to death,” you snickered, looking their way as they walked off.

The woman didn’t even glance at you, but the cop who’d taken you looked over his shoulder at your face, looking stunned for a second before walking off.

He was the one who came back with the paper and ink, as old school as it came, and you watched him with your arms crossed, only giving him your hand because you knew he had to.

“Walmart won’t miss their ramen,” you complained, staring at him. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

But the cop scoffed.

“You’ve done plenty of wrongs.”

You pulled your hand away after he pressed your fifth finger to the paper.

“Your other hand, please,” he requested.

You bit the inside of your mouth before complying.

“For starters, stealing is a crime,” he painted your thumb. “Food, money, objects… it’s all stealing.”

You scoffed.

Of course, because it was all the same.

“So you suggest I just die?” you tilted your head.

The man glared at you.

“You could get a job,” he pressed your middle finger down hard, not even looking at your face. “Like any decent person.”

He didn’t know, did he?

Jobs asked for a lot of things you didn’t have. Most towns down south were racist little holes with employers who expected someone to slave away in their store and didn’t pay for such a long time!

You were trying to find a job, but he couldn’t expect you to work for two weeks or a month without having any food, any roof?

“Come on, don’t be so hard on her,” the woman cop commented as you walked in front of the camera, passing you the lettering with your name and the date. “Face me, please, sweetheart;”

At least someone was nice.

“Just another runaway teen, Kate,” he spoke, not even looking at you. “I’ve seen enough of those.”

“Your side, please,” Kate requested, and you complied quietly.

You could feel yourself bubbling with anger anyway.

Runaway teen your ass.

But you shut your mouth anyway, remembering the cop shows you’d watched before.

“Is there anything you want to tell us before we go through your backpack?” the cop guy asked, and you could see him holding the pretty backpack you’d stolen a few towns back North.

“I will not speak without a lawyer present,” you decided.

You’d already said too much before this.

The man raised his eyebrows to you and pinched his nose, looking over at Kate.

“Put her in hold,” he told her.

“Do you have a lawyer you want to call, dear?” Kate offered.

She was younger than him, you realised now. Maybe she’d been a cop for less time?

You shook your head. All you knew was that it was your right to have a lawyer, it was… somewhere in the human rights thing of things.

What had the show said?

A… public… something?

“I’d like to speak with a public defender,” you told her. “Please.”

Kate nodded.

“I will guide you to your cell and I’ll call one,” she told you, as if she was talking to a kid who didn’t know things. “Come on.”

One cop hated you, and the other pitied you. For this one, you’d go with pity.

You walked off with her, happy not to be cuffed, and lay on the bench, turning your back to them and facing the wall.

How many public defendants were out there? You were exhausted.

You could use some sleep.

. . .

It was Kate who had woken you up, you didn’t even know how long after you’d fallen asleep, and you tried not to grimace at the pain in your arm when you moved. Oh, sleeping over it on a bench wasn’t comfortable.

“Your lawyer is here,” she told you, pointing at the cell where big-guy-cop had put you at first, with the table.

And what wasn’t your surprise when you stepped in and those shoulders were awfully familiar?

When Kate guided you to your chair, you laughed louder than you had ever laughed since your life became a shit storm.

That was a great prank, you had to give it to them.

Big-guy-cop was sat across from you on the table, beardless and looking a bit spooked in his pretty suit and tie, holding a suitcase like he was a real lawyer.

“Yeah, no,” you shook your head, still giggling. “I’m not gonna fall for this. Where’s my lawyer?”

He stood up quickly, offering you a hand, and it was like seeing some Hulk/Bruce Banner shit.

He even looked sweet from this angle.

“Miss, I’m Sam Winchester,” he introduced himself. “Public defendant, I’m here to represent you.”

You looked at him and then at Kate, and she looked like she was trying to fight a smile.

“Sure,” you agreed. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

Sam didn’t even seem surprised, just shaking his head, and looking back at Kate.

“Can I have a moment in private with my client?” he requested.

You were still standing when Kate simply nodded, walking away and closing the cell behind her, leaving you two alone.

“I assume you’ve met my twin,” he focused on you again. “Please, sit down.”

You complied slowly, still shocked.

What the fuck, really?

Twins?

“You are a lawyer and your twin brother is a cop?” you asked. “That’s gotta be a TV show somewhere. Jail and Bail, brothers in action.”

He chuckled as you giggled at your own joke, still a little bit shocked.

“Maybe after this, you can try stand-up,” he suggested, cheeky.

You giggled more, letting yourself relax. Cops weren’t allowed to do shit like that, right? Pretend to be lawyers.

He was nice.

“Look,” you leaned in his direction. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t have any money to pay my way out.”

Sam Winchester softened, looking at you with all pity.

“That’s alright,” he assured you, reading through the paper in his hand. “You got a nice case of a sob story. Homeless young girl with no money… you stole basic food...”

They had already given him all of that on you?

Sam put the papers down and then looked at your face.

“Just look sad,” he told you. “No more being all sassy, you want the judge to feel bad for you.”

You nodded. That sounded like great advice.

“Is there anything else I should know, though?” he asked.

That made you frown.

“Like what?”

He slowed down and lowered his voice.

“Possession of anything they didn’t catch,” he told you. “Or… soliciting? Prostitution.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly. Oh, God, no!

You weren’t that low yet.

“Nothing like that!” you gasped. “That stuff is dangerous, someone might actually kill me over those.”

You’d seem what happened to girls who got into those stuff. Their lives just turned into hell.

He relaxed, seeming relieved.

“But...” you lowered your voice.

Well, he was your lawyer.

Sam leaned in your direction.

“I stole the backpack too,” you whispered. “Not here. Before.”

Your lawyer – it sounded so fancy to say that, like you were a rich man accused of stealing millions, not just a hungry girl – nodded, not looking too worried.

“Thank you for the honesty,” he told you. “Those are all pretty crimes, and with your situation, even if they figure out the backpack, no one is going to hold it against you.”

You confirmed. Okay, alright.

You weren’t screwed, then.

“We should get you to a homeless centre after this,” he continued. “I have connections to a place, they only take young women. I’m sure they have a bed for you.”

You tried not to shrink in your spot. A homeless centre wasn’t exactly a place you liked being in.

The experience wasn’t the best, they were usually overcrowded and some of those women were creepy.

There were lots of addicts there, people who didn’t clean themselves, babies crying the whole day and night, and you could never sleep with people watching you. And all of them had someone who screamed in her sleep.

More than once some guys had sneaked into the shelters you’d tried to stay in, looking for their wives and putting everyone else in danger.

No, you were safer on your own.

“No,” you shook your head. “I’ll be fine.”

Sam looked at your face, frowning.

“You said you have no money,” he reminded you.

You hardened yourself.

“I know what I said,” you snapped at him. “I said I’ll be fine. You’re my lawyer, not my life coach.”

Sam sighed.

“Listen,” he rested on his chair, looking frustrated. “This is just a slap on the wrist because this is your first offence, but now your prints are in the system. If you ever step anywhere near a crime scene, they’ll know, and to get out of a second arrest isn’t as easy as a first.”

You looked away from him.

“Walmart caught you,” he continued. “You think they won’t alert their other stores? If-”

“I don’t want to spend my life trying to survive!” you interrupted him.

Sam stopped, lowering his hands to the table.

“Have you ever been into any of those shelters?” you asked him. “Have you ever tried to compare living in the streets with living in a gymnasium with another hundred women and 50 kids, with the threat of an ex always looming over their heads? I’m not going. I don’t want to become that.”

“Well, what were you doing before, then?” he asked.

You didn’t answer.

Surviving, that was what you were doing. Being a shadow, stepping through life and not living a moment of it.

There was a long silence between the two of you, and he exhaled.

“Hey,” he called, very softly. “Look at me.”

You complied, grateful that you hadn’t cried over your lack of fortune in a long time. It would be humiliating.

“Let’s just go over what you’re going to say to the judge,” he told you. “Your trial is tomorrow. It will be quick, and then we can figure the rest out later.”

You sat up straighter on your chair.

“Fine,” you mumbled. “Alright.”

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[apocalypseornaw]

Sheriff, Ranger & Marshal

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Cordell Walker

When a resort comes onto a few agencies' radar a task force is formed and 3 people are chose to go undercover. You, Beau and Cordell

I have no excuse. This is smut yall. J2 makes my brain go to mush.

A Sheriff, a Marshal and a Ranger walked into a hot tub. Sounded like the beginning of a joke but it was very much your current reality.

When a joint task force had been propositioned to infiltrate a resort that was marketed as “An unconventional getaway for people who didn't live by society's standards” you knew you would be on the list for potential undercover. You had a decent track record and usually only took a couple weeks to decompress after assignments before you'd be completely back to normal as if it had never happened.

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You however didn't know that Liam's older brother Cordell would also be on the list along with Beau Arlen, a Sheriff from Montana that had worked well with the bureau in the past. The resort was suspected of being a front for money laundering, weapon and drug smuggling.

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When each branch of the task force which consisted of the Marshals, the Rangers and the FBI had picked their undercover the three of you met. It was basically a chemistry read like they did for movie roles. Had to make sure it was believable that the three of you were together.

You'd met Cordell in passing so you knew he was a good looking man and feigning attraction to him would be easy. The moment you laid eyes on Beau you nearly bowed out of the assignment. No one would believe these two men had chosen you.

When you'd voiced your concerns to Captain James who was overseeing the meeting Beau and Cordell had exchanged a look before Cordell moved up to your back while Beau moved to stand in front of you, effectively trapping you between their larger frames.

Beau gently brushed your hair behind your ear, green eyes holding you place while Cordell trailed his fingers over your arms “Now darling,we've talked about this. If anyone's lucky it's me and Eric. You know we love you”

Cordell leaned down to where his lips were almost touching your ear when he spoke “David's right Nessa, so just get those thoughts out of your head”

You felt your face warm so in one fluid movement you punched Beau in the stomach then threw your elbow back into Cordell's. Both men fell away from you, painful laughter falling from them as Captain James clapped “See? Proof to point you're the woman for this job because that? Really looked like you're their wife”

You walked into the safe house the task force was using as the “home address” for your thruple. Jesus you'd gone under cover solo and as a couple with a few guys and a couple women but you'd never gone under cover with two men and had to act as if you were deeply in love with them both.

Beau and Cordell were already there considering Cordell had picked Beau up from the airport and you'd been meeting with the contact you'd formed through a few yoga classes that was in with the owner of the resort. You'd parked your persona's little yellow beetle next to Cordell's persona's range rover.

When you made it past the entry way you let out a low whistle “Honeys I'm home” you heard laughter as your response before Cordell called out “in the kitchen baby” your stomach flipped a little at his voice.

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You walked into the kitchen and both men were sitting at the small breakfast table, a cup of coffee in front of them both. You walked over to stand between the two of them and placed the envelope you carried down on the table “We got an invite to the resort. Bianca came through”

Without warning Cordell pulled you down into his lap, you started to protest but he whispered into your ear “We gotta get used to acting all the time” Beau winked at you “Eric quit hogging Nessa before I spank the both of you” “Promise?” You and Cordell teased in unison. Yeah this was going to be the most interesting assignment you'd ever undertaken.

The resort was beautiful, you had to give it that. Set back in the mountain side of Colorado the scenery was gorgeous. You, Cordell and Beau had been there for a few days but so far no one was really opening up to the three of you and you were starting to feel guilty having a California king to yourself while one man slept on the couch and the other slept on the floor in your suite.

A few times housekeeping had taken you by surprise so blankets and pillows had to be tossed around and one of them joined you in the bed while the other answered the door. You'd told them they could share the bed with you; it was plenty big enough and all of you were adults.

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Cordell had apparently woken up first and ordered room service. You woke up to him and Beau testing everything on the tray to ensure nothing was drugged before you all ate.

You sat up in the bed, leaning back on your arms and admired the sight of your “husbands” Cordell was wearing a pair of jeans, hung low on his hips. He was barefoot and not currently wearing a shirt, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously in the sunlight streaming in from the high window.

Beau was wearing the gray sweatpants he wore to bed, that left little to the imagination (not that you'd looked) and he was also barefoot and missing a shirt. His light brown hair was still tousled from sleep and the way the muscles in his arms moved was damn near hypnotizing. Fuck, when was the last time you'd had sex to have you drooling over your temporary partners like this? You needed a cold shower.

Cordell glanced over his shoulder at you and grinned “Nessa you're finally awake” you smiled and tossed the blanket off your legs. You were currently wearing one of Beaus shirts or well “Davids” and panties. It fell far enough on your thigh neither men saw anything but should something happen it looked better if you were wearing one of their clothes to bed.

You walked over to stand next to the room service tray, running your nails across Beau's bare back as you leaned into Cordell's side “We need to talk” Cordell whispered in your ear. At your confused look he motioned to the tray then his ear. Your eyes widened and you nodded “What's a girl gotta do to get you fellas in that big Ole shower with me?”

Cordell laughed “Darling you know all you gotta do is ask” you grabbed Cordell's ark and then Beau's “well come on then”

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Once the three of you were in the bathroom you shut the door and rolled up a towel to put under the crack before going to the corner where a shower as big as your first apartment sat. You turned the cold on full blast so there would still be hot water for your showers but enough noise you could talk freely.

Once the shower was going you beckoned them closer to it where it would drown anything out “They bugged the room service?” You whispered and Cordell nodded “From what I gather they don't trust us. Apparently everyone else here has an exhibitionist streak. We're the only people that hasn't had sex loud enough you can hear it down the hall or publicly enough anyone can see it”

You looked from him to Beau, both men close enough you could touch and sighed “Then we have to put on a show” they exchanged a look, clearly letting you take the reins on this “What do you mean?” Beau asked.

You rolled your eyes “You've both been undercover. I had to make it to third base with my last partner's wife one time to keep us from blowing our cover. If they want a show we give them one. That hot tub right outside our room would be a good place because we turn it high enough no one knows what's actually happening under the water as long as it sounds believable”

Cordell nodded slowly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “The three of us need to make sure we're comfortable together. Our personas have been together for nearly eight years” you nodded then reached up to hook your arms around his neck, pulling him to you.

When your lips met his he didn't even appear to have been taken off guard, instead he backed up closer to the wall caging you between it and his body. He slid a clothed knee between your legs keeping them open as he flicked his tongue into your mouth, tasting all of you. You could feel your knees weaken from the kiss before you gasped lightly and pulled back trying to get air so he moved from your lips to your jaw then down to your neck, working the sensitive flesh there between his teeth gently as his knee pushed up into your dripping center causing a light moan to escape your lips “Fuck” you whispered when he pulled back with a grin “Good enough?” He asked and you nodded “Very”

He turned his eyes from you to Beau who was watching the two of you intently. He readjusted himself and your eyes slid down to see he was half hard under those sweats. He'd apparently enjoyed the show “Come here” Cordell spoke, pulling Beau to him.

You watched as the two men shared a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and rolled your hips against Cordell's thigh that was still between your legs, trying to soothe the ache forming there. Once the two of them broke away from each other Cordell nodded towards you “She makes the sweetest sounds doesn't she?” Beau nodded, green eyes full of hunger.

Cordell moved and let Beau in front of you. Beau grinned before he leaned down to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands went to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Damn could he kiss. He moved your hands from his shoulders to hold them both in one of his large hands before pressing them to the wall above your head.

His other hand moved to tease your hardened nipple through the shirt you wore, devouring the moan that escaped you. He kissed down your jaw opposite the side Cordell had but worked the sensitive flesh the same, enough to bring you pleasure but not to mark. Just when you felt like you might explode he placed a final kiss on your lips then backed off, dropping your hands and bracing your hips to help keep you upright as your chest heaved like you'd just ran a few miles.

You swallowed hard twice to keep from whimpering. The two men in front of you both smiled slightly “Believable that we both chose you?” Cordell asked, throwing your words from the chemistry read back at you. You nodded stiffly, finally finding your voice “Believable. I'm gonna um I'm gonna shower. I'm supposed to go to yoga with Bianca”

Beau grinned “Want us to join you or?” You felt your face warm and shook your head “Go eat breakfast. Save me some though. Tonight after dinner in the dining hall we'll give em a show to make sure they don't doubt us” Cordell tipped his head “Yes ma'am” you weren't even the senior agent here but they were letting you lead for the undercover part. Why you weren't sure but you kind of enjoyed it.

Beau started to walk out then shook his head and walked back over to you, catching your lips in another hungry kiss. Not to be outdone the moment Beau released you Cordell pulled you into another kiss. You groaned when they both finally stepped away “Later” you needed the entire day to prepare for the show you'd have to put on tonight. You had gone to third with Lindsay to keep you both safe and you'd simply been friends with her. Those two?

They could easily ruin you and if you didn't keep a hold on yourself you might just let them.

The ground rules that had been set was no penetration and always remember that it was your peronas. Not yourselves.

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Easier said than done. You'd chosen a simple back two piece because while you trusted the men you were with, the rest of the resort didn't need to see everything.

You stepped out of the bathroom and laughed at the fact that they were both leaning against the doorframe leading out to the deck area where the hot tub sat. Cordell had on dark blue swim trunks while Beau wore dark green ones. The moment they heard the door open both of their eyes landed on you and you could see them darken. “Sorry to keep you fellas waiting”

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You walked past them outside and they both followed you closely. Beau had set the tub to high, like you'd said. You stopped at the edge and both men offered you a hand to help you get in. You took Cordell's and worked at Beau.

Once you were in they both climbed in “Where do you want us Nessa?” Beau asked and you grabbed Cordell's hand first “I want to sit in Eric's lap” you pushed Cordell down in the corner and once he was settled with his long legs bent at the knees you settled yourself between them, your ass brushing against his crotch as you did so and heard him stifle a groan.

You reached a hand out towards Beau “C'mere David” he grinned and dipped himself down to be kneeling in front of you, he leaned down close to your ear to whisper feather light “How far are we going darling? Me and Cordell discussed it. This is your ballgame”

“They have to think we've had sex” he nodded and glanced over your shoulder at Cordell. You'd laid back against Cordell's chest which meant Beau could easily lean over you. Him and Cordell shared a heated kiss and when they pulled away Cordell nodded towards you “Make our girl fall apart in my lap David”

Cordell shifted you higher up in his lap so Beau wouldn't have to crouch to reach you. He gripped your chin with two fingers, tilting your head “Look at her. So damn gorgeous and all ours” when his lips met yours you didn't try to swallow the whimper that escaped you. He smiled against your lips “and always so eager for us”

You felt one of his hands come up to cup one of your breasts while Cordell snaked a hand around you to cup the other. You moaned lightly and that seemed to spur them on. Beau moved down to your neck, kissing and biting gently and Cordell leaned up to claim the other side of your neck, both of them still working at your breasts, tweaking the sensitive buds and making your back arch off Cordell's chest pushing you into Beau's.

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Just when you were damn near too overwhelmed they changed tactics. Cordell moved his hand to your chin so he could tilt your head back and claim your mouth while Beau slipped one of your breasts free from the swimsuit top, flicking his tongue over the nipple. Cordell swallowed every moan that you gave as Beau finished with one breast and tucked it back into the top before going to the other.

You rolled your hips back against Cordell and felt his erection pressing into your back. You slipped one hand between you and he hissed when your fingers slipped below the band of the shorts he wore, wrapping around his hardened cock. Damn he was big and thick. You began to jack him slowly, moving at the same rhythm as your lips moved against each other.

After a moment Beau reclaimed your lips from Cordell, one hand slipping between your legs to tease at your clothed core. A moan escaped your lips, one from Cordell joining you. “Do fingers count?” Beau asked low between gritted teeth and you shook your head. With your go ahead he moved your bottoms to the side plunging two fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

You moaned loudly as Beau curled his fingers finding that spot deep inside of you. A rhythm fell of your hand moving at the same speed of his fingers as he worked you towards an orgasm and you worked Cordell. You bucked your hips against Beau's fingers and he broke from your lips to move down your neck “Just like that sweet girl. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you jack Eric off”

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The names didn't matter, the fact that you were technically working didn't matter. All that mattered was how amazing Beau's fingers felt and how fucking wrecked Cordell sounded behind you. You felt yourself getting close to that edge and knew from how Cordy was moving his hips to meet your movement he was close too. Beau twisted his wrist slightly and your vision went soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of Cordell's warm cum coating your hand anchored you in the moment as both men bit down on your shoulders.

Beau gently slipped his fingers out of you and grinned “You're looking a little gone darling” then looked behind you at Cordell “You both do” Cordell was breathless as he said “That was intense” you turned to pull him down into a kiss, his tongue rolling against yours. When he pulled back he kissed the tip of your nose “Baby he didn't come”

You looked at Beau and smiled “C'mere David” he moved closer and placed a quick kiss on Cordell's lips before pulling you out of Cordy's lap and into his own. He moved so your back was against the side of the hot tub and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He dropped his head to your neck and whispered “I'm not gonna fuck you,don't worry”

He moved a hand under the water and if anyone nearby looked it probably appeared he was freeing his cock but instead he just tightened his grip on your hips. He gave a hard roll of his hips into yours and your head fell back with a low moan “Fuck” you gasped and he did it again. You looked up to stare into those gorgeous green eyes “Can you come like this?” You whispered against his lips and he chuckled “Fuck yes”

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The feeling of his hard cock rubbing just right against your clit with every thrust of his hips were pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You wanted to feel him without the layer between you, but you'd set the rule. You looked over at Cordell who was now stroking his semi erect cock, working back up himself at watching the two of you. A silent conversation happened between the two of you and when he nodded you grinned before slipping a hand between you and Beau.

He stopped his movements and watched you with hooded eyes as you slipped your hand into his trunks to free his cock then pushed the bottoms of your swimsuit to the side. He looked from you to Cordell and when you both nodded he rolled his hips forward again this time sliding into you. Fuck he was wide and long and felt so damn good.

Your head fell back at the feeling of being stretched around him. After a moment he gave a tentative thrust and when you tightened around him he buried his face in the bend of your neck and started fucking you in earnest.

You knew it wouldn't take long for you to hit that high again and judging from how hard and fast Beau was slamming into you he was chasing his own orgasm as well. “Fuck, harder” you begged and he groaned “You're killing me darling” his thrusts got deeper and harder and when Cordell moved to slip his hand between your body and Beau's, rubbing tight circles on your clit you came hard clenching down around Beau's cock. He groaned as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts then came inside of you, you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming with pleasure.

He stilled with his cock still inside of you and searched your face, no doubt wondering if he crossed a line but when you simply smiled he crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

You gasped when he pulled out of you then looked between him and Cordell. They were both watching you so you took a few steadying breaths before saying “How about we break in that California king?” They both grinned “Yes ma'am”

You woke up the next morning curled up to Beau's chest with Cordell's tall frame wrapped around you from behind. You were sore everywhere, both of them were big men in every way and damn their stamina.

You considered trying to get up but both had vice grips on you. You decided to try to go back to sleep but right before you dozed back off the memories of them both whispering your real name and each other's last night came flooding back along with the fact that you were fairly certain you'd done the same. What the hell had the three of you really gotten yourselves into?

[sweetiecelin]

Y'all I think its absolutely CRIMINAL how there's not more Cordell Walker fanfiction... THE WAY I LOVE BROKEN VIOLENT MEN IS CRAZY

But also Jared Padelecki embracing his Texan side, guys i think id died for the man

[moosekateer13]

Glitch

Jared Padalecki x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Cordell Walker x Reader, Camden Casey x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Fluff, Implied magic

Summary: Y/N finds a magic typewriter and now everything she writes comes to life. Suddenly she finds herself caught between a mess of people: Jared Padalecki, Sam Winchester, Cordell Walker, Dean Forester, and Camden Casey. How is she going to get her life back to normal or does she even really want to?

Inspired by Taylor Swift's Song Glitch

I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah Five seconds later I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah

And I'm not even sorry. Nights are so starry

Blood moonlit. It must be counterfeit. I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

The ambiance in the house today feels different, a subtle shift that I can't quite pinpoint. As I sit down to type on the new typewriter, I bought from a local shop, the soft click-clack of the keys fills the room. The scent of fresh ink and paper lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pasta and iced tea that suddenly materializes before me. I hear a gentle voice and feel a hand brushing my cheek. I look up to see Jared Padalecki wearing one of my favourite blue sweaters that he owns. Yeah, I’ve been writing too long. There is no way he is here.

Distracted by his presence, I try to focus on my work but he won’t let up. Jared tilts my head to look at him. His warm gaze meets mine as he urges me to take care of myself, offering me food. Reluctantly, I indulge as he stands before me, pushing the typewriter aside with a soft touch.

"How the hell are you even here?" I exclaimed, the aroma of food lingering in the air.

We look at each trying to figure a logical reason for this situation. 

 "It must be a dream," I said, savouring each bite. "I'm not sure about that, Y/N. Since I'm here, why don't we make the most of it Darlin'?" Jared replied, his voice echoing softly.

After the meal, he leads me to my room, his actions silent yet filled with intent. 

“You may Jared,” I said with a smile.

After I granted permission, he undressed me with care, guiding me to the bed. The intimacy that follows is slow, tender, and just as I had envisioned. His words are reassuring, and calming, and it dawns on me that this is my first time.

“That's it darlin. I've got you now let go.” Jared said.

 The sensations wash over me, a blend of emotions and physical pleasure. At that moment, I let go, fully immersed in the experience.

His arm envelops me in a warm embrace, lulling me into a peaceful slumber. Just as I start drifting off, a sharp knock startles me awake, jarring my senses.  

Y/N Y/M Y/L/N. How many times do you have to tell you to check the object's history before buying them? If you don't come out, I'm going to pick that lock.

I look over to Jared.

“Jared, Sam isn't going to really pick that lock is he?”I said.

He gently pushes a loose strand of my Y/H/C hair behind my ear, his intense multi-spectrum hazel eyes meeting mine. 

“Knowing him he just might,” Jared replied

The sound of the door opening breaks the moment, and Sam swiftly lifts me from Jared's arms, hoisting me over his shoulder.  We reach his intended destination my office.

“Samuel Winchester you know I don't like you going all caveman on me now put me down. For god’s sake, you didn’t even let me get dressed.” I scolded. He happily obliges and sets me down on my feet.

I take a  once over to assess his appearance.  He looks good as always. Sam is in his usual fair, a blue plaid shirt and denim jeans.

Okay now is not the time to think about how good he looks I mentally scolded. You are supposed to be mad at him for his behavior.

He takes a seat in my desk chair.

“Y/N what's the point in that huntress? You know I want my turn with you.” Sam replied as he Sam swiftly pulled me closer, the rustle of clothes as they came off. With a swift movement, he lifts me, our bodies entwined, the sensation of him holding me close. The snap of the chair interrupts us, ending our intimate moment abruptly.

“Such a shame. Our activities got cut short Huntress. Looks like I have to order another chair. One that will withstand more weight in the meantime. I'll let you get some much-needed rest.” Sam said as he pulled out. Before leaving he places me on the nearby stool.

He didn't even bother to put his shirt on just his pants. I make quick use of it and put it on myself.

Cordell's voice interrupts my thoughts as he pokes his head into my office, beckoning me to follow him. I lick my lips at the sight of him in his ranger uniform. "Baby girl, can you come with me? I've got something to show you," Cordell said. 

"Uh, yeah, but my legs are jelly at the moment." At those words Cordell scoops me up and places me onto his back, carrying me as we make our way.

As we reach our destination, I take in the sight of the stunning stable around me, feeling a sense of awe. "I remember you wanting to learn to ride horses. So I built this for us. The horses will be here this week," Cordell explains. "This is amazing, you've outdone yourself. I look forward to taking riding lessons from you," I said with a smile.

"You can ride something else in the meantime," Cordell suggests, his words carrying a hint of playfulness. He gently unbuttoned my borrowed shirt, letting it fall to the floor before leading me over to a nearby haystack.

He settles in, patiently awaiting my touch, the room filled with a sense of anticipation. I gladly comply, feeling the fabric slide off his skin. Cordell swiftly turns me over, his firm grip sending shivers down my spine. "You're mine for now, baby girl," his voice echoes in the room. His touch leaves a trail of warmth and desire on every inch of my body. I let out a soft moan against his lips, savouring the moment. "Your voice saying my name sounds like music," Cordell whispered.

As the hour passes, a sense of fatigue creeps in, palpable in the air. "Let's move you to the bath, your tired muscles need some care," Cordell suggested. In the bathroom, the sound of running water fills the space as Cordell prepares the perfect bath. With gentle guidance, he helps me into the warm water, leaving me to unwind in solitude.

An hour later, I'm startled by the thunderous bangs on the bathroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet house. Quickly, I slip into the black undergarments left by Cordell, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. As I hastily drape the pink silk robe over me, the soft scent of roses wafts from the delicate fabric.

Camden Casey emerges, clad in his firefighter gear, the reflective stripes gleaming in the dim light. "Ma’am, there's an emergency. I'm going to need you to come with me," he said urgently, his voice a mix of concern and authority. I'm pulled along, the urgency palpable in the air as we rush towards the unknown.

Standing in awe, I take in the sight of the fully equipped fire station before me, the bright red trucks gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "Come on, are you just going to stand there or help me with the situation at hand?" Camden's voice breaks through my daze, his eyes silently urging me to assist him. 

I observe the source of the issue, even with gear on, the bulge in his pants is visible.

With trembling hands, I help him remove his gear, the heavy fabric sliding off with surprising ease. A smirk plays on Camden's lips as he stands before me, his gaze warm yet intense. "You're sweating, let me help you with that," he murmurs, his touch gentle as he undresses me, the cool air sending shivers down my spine.

As he guides me into the firetruck, the metallic scent of machinery surrounds us, the engine's hum filling the air. I lay on my back, the leather seats cool against my skin as Camden's touch ignites a different kind of fire within me. "That's it, let me keep stroking that fire," he whispers against my neck, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

With a sudden movement, he flips me onto my front, the urgency in his actions palpable. "Checking every area, Captain," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You bet Y/N wouldn't be doing it right if I wasn't," Camden replies, his tone firm yet filled with desire. He flips me back onto my back.

In a rush of sensations, I feel him pressing against me, his movements sending waves of pleasure through me. The hours blur as he marks every part of my body, leaving us both breathless and spent. As he carries me back to my room, I feel the exhaustion settling in, the need for rest overwhelming.

"Get some much-needed rest, Y/N. I'll be around to check on you later," Camden's voice echoes in the room, the concern clear in his tone. As I drift off to sleep, the lingering scent of cologne and desire still lingers in the air.

2 hours later

I woke up to the gentle moonlight filtering through the curtains, the faint aroma of homemade pizza teasing my senses. After a refreshing shower, I felt more awake as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The scene in the kitchen confirmed it wasn't a dream: Jared bustling with pizzas, Cordell setting the table, Sam preparing veggies, and Camden ensuring my chair is comfortable. Jared's inviting smile led me to the cozy living to relax. Before dinner, which would soon be served in the dining room. Just then, a knock at the door interrupted the tranquillity. Dean Forester, clad in the iconic Doose's Market apron, stood there with groceries and a king-sized bed. I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face. Guiding him to the kitchen, he efficiently stored the groceries and placed the bed in the designated room.

Dean's tired voice filled the room, "Okay if that's all Miss I should be going." I could see the fatigue in his eyes. "You must be tired, come have dinner with us," I offered warmly. The scent of pizza filled the air, making my stomach growl. "I wouldn't want to impose," Dean hesitated. "You aren't imposing. I wouldn't offer it if you were," I reassured with a smile. As we entered the dining room, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed. Jared gallantly pulled out my chair, and the clink of plates being set on the table followed. The sight of the pepperoni pizza made my mouth water, and I eagerly took a bite. Their smiles were heartwarming as I quickly finished the pizza and moved on to the fresh salad. "This is amazing guys, you've outdone yourselves. Thank you," I praised gratefully. "You're welcome. We just want to make sure our queen is taken care of," they replied in unison.

Six months later, as I sit at my desk, the aroma of freshly steeped tea fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of cologne. I take a sip from my favourite mug; the words etched on it a reminder of Sam's playful humour. Please Do Not Annoy The Writer She May Put You in a Book and Kill You. The clacking of keys on my laptop fills the room, a stark contrast to the once familiar sound of the typewriter. Which I don’t use anymore for fear that it would change my reality yet again.

 My brown tabby cat, Ms. Delicate, rubs against my legs, her soft fur tickling them slightly.

Suddenly, Jared bursts into the room, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. 

“Del let your mom finish writing and let me give you a bath,” Jared said as he coaxed her away from my feet.

He gently lifts Ms. Delicate into his arms, her purring a gentle hum in the background. The sight brings a smile to my face, knowing she's become a daddy's girl in such a short amount of time. 

The piercing sound of the tortured poet's department ringtone jolts me from my deep thoughts. "Hey, Holy. How's everything going?" I inquire. "Not good. I ordered a fountain pen from Pretty Hourglass. Now there are Jensen's characters all over my house. Thank goodness I ran out of ink. How do I get rid of them?" Holy's voice trembles with panic. "I accidentally bought a typewriter from a local store of the same name 6 months ago. I guess it went worldwide. There's no way to get rid of the new reality. Why would you want to? Just enjoy it. Okay, I've got to go, Jared is calling me." The call ends abruptly as I hang up on her, silencing her words.

As I glance around, I notice my men engrossed in various activities. The living room is a hive of activity. Jared's intense concentration on the Nintendo 64 is accompanied by the sound of button mashing. Del sits beside him, occasionally meowing. Sam's quiet rustle of pages from his old mythology book fills the room. The faint glow of the computer screen illuminates Cordell's focused expression as he reads about recent cases. In the background, the crackling static from Camden's local emergency scanner adds a sense of urgency. The faint aroma of something cooking drifts from the kitchen, where Dean is diligently preparing something.

I wouldn't trade the love and appreciation they show me for anything. I adore my harem; there is not a thing I would alter about it. It all began with a glitch from a faulty typewriter, but it blossomed into something extraordinary.

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Square Filled: Free Space

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Prompt: Keep Quiet

Pairing: Young Cordell Walker x Young O.C

Warnings: Drinking, Smut (ish), Losing Virginities, Fluff

Summary: There's never nothin like the first time.

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“I think you’ve had enough darlin’.” Cordell teased.

She jumped up off the lowered tailgate, kicking the dirt as she took a couple steps “Come dance with me Cordi,” she shouted as her hips started to sway.

He smiled as he stood. “You gotta keep quiet,” he warned. “Your daddy will kill me if he catches us.” staggering over to her, mind hazy, maybe he had enough too.

He wrapped his arms around her as he approached, her hands resting on the nape of his neck.

“You’ll call right?” Her brown eyes gazed up at him, glistening a little more than usual.

“Every day.”

“Promise?”

“I Promise,” he guaranteed as he dipped his head, tasting the sweet hint of watermelon as he captured her lips in his.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, deepening the kiss, he heard a little whine as he pulled her body close to his.

Giggles erupted as she stumbled, trying to walk backwards over the uneven farm ground. She hopped up on the tailgate again once the back of her thighs hit it.

Grabbing the lapel of his jean jacket she pulled his lips back to hers, she guided his hand to her chest, whimpers echoed into his mouth as his hand started to knead.

She scooted back into the truck bed, resting her head on the pillow as she laid in the makeshift bed he'd crafted for them.

He climbed in as she gestured with her finger.

“I love you Cordell,” she told him as he loomed over her.

“I love you too,” he breathed

He felt her breath hitch as she bucked her hips, making their jeans rub against each other.

His hips started to roll making a wave of heat pool in his stomach. Soft coos floated around them as he trailed kisses down her neck.

Her hands gripped as his sides, drawling him closer as the pace of the friction increased, pleasure rippled through his veins as he moaned into the crook of her neck.

“Cordell,” she whined, bringing his attention back to her face. “I'm ready.” She whispered.

“Baby, are you sure?” he asked, searching her eyes for any doubt.

“Yes, I'm sure.” He reassured him. “Do you have a-”

“Uh. Yeah. Yes.” He stammered cut off her words. “I have one.”

He rose to his knees, spreading the spare blanket over her bottom half once it was exposed.

The silver wrapper gleamed in the moonlit when he pulled it out of his pocket. She giggled as his finger fumbled, making him smile. He made sure the thin layer was secure as he rolled it on.

He hovered over her, still searching her eyes, she nodded giving him one more confirmation.

A tear rolled out of her eye as he pushed in.

He stopped. “Hey, you ok, sweetheart?” he asked as his thumb wiped away the glistening trail.

“It hurts a little.” She murmured.

Her hands caught him as he started to push up. “No Cordi, I swear it's fine. Keep going.”

She smiled at the memory, sitting in the parking lot of the bar they used to sneak into, almost 30 years later.

With a deep breath she reached for the door handle.

Her eyes skimmed over the walls as she walked in. The interior has changed quite a bit, but the feeling she had was exactly the same.

She walked up to the bar, finding a cowboy kneeled down, tinkering with something underneath the counter. Completely unaware of her presence.

“Hey cowboy, you got any moonshine back there?”

Cordell looked up his face beamed as he realized, it was her.

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oooooo.... I didn't know we are doing Cordell Walker x reader smut... Mmmm... Sounds delicious 😍😍