#dbf!dean

[tldix]

Do i wanna know?

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : mature 18+, dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

a/n: this is my 2nd ever fic so pls be nice 😔 (& lmk your thoughts, any ideas you may want added) i have every intention of making this a series, if you wanna be added to my tag list just comment 🫶🏼 with alllll this being said i hope you enjoy 🥲

The airport was alive with chaos—families reuniting, announcements echoing overhead, and the constant shuffle of luggage wheels against tiled floors. you adjusted the strap of your duffel bag & guitar case as you took a steadying breath as you followed the crowd toward baggage claim.

It had been months since you last came home, and even longer since you had really felt at home. College had consumed you, with its never-ending stream of exams, late-night study sessions, and endless cups of cheap coffee. Now, with your degree in psychology just a semester away, the weight of expectations pressed heavier on your shoulders.

you tugged her phone from your pocket and skimmed the last text from your dad.

| see you soon kid. we can stop at Bobby’s diner on the way home. i know he’d be over the moon to see you, bet you’re sick of all that tofu & books. don’t forget your still my daughter- not some Freud-loving brainiac”

you stifle a giggle as you head towards the parking lot, eyes skimming for the old green dodge your dad refuses to part with. you let your thoughts drift back to a time before you left for college. when you were waitressing at Bobby’s diner, when you were still with that jackass Colter. when the world felt as if it was falling apart. you quickly shake the thoughts from your head, moving your feet along the pavement out the double doors. your eyes fall on your dads truck, he jumps out with a 9 mile smile as he runs towards you.

“dad! oh my gosh i’ve missed you”

your dad picks you up, wrapping you in one of his signature bear hugs. you melted into his embrace, breathing in the scent of motor oil and aftershave.

“sticks, Look who’s back from the land of overpriced coffee and vegan muffins!”

“Dad, not everyone in college eats vegan muffins.” you laughed.

as your dad grabs your bags, he bombards you with questions. “how was school?” “didn’t meet another jackass like that one boy did you?” “i’m so glad you’re home now sticks, i was real tired of eating take out”

finally. this is what you were searching for. the peace feeling only your dad can seem to give you. the home feeling. you bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the warm smile trying to seep through the wedges in your teeth. you glance out the window, seeing all the familiar streets & shops. the Macleod bakery, Harvelles road house, the dentist your dad would fight tooth & nail to get you into. how was Garth now? you found yourself wondering. it’s been a long time since you were home, you couldn’t be happier. for the first time in years you felt as if you had absolutely no worries. none at all, well until your dad said

“i planned you a welcome home party, more like a bbq but dean was more than happy to let us use his grill. it’s saturday if that works for you sweetheart?”

Dean Winchester had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember, like an unofficial uncle who never missed a BBQ or a birthday. He and your dad, J.P., had been best friends since their teens, inseparable through thick and thin. Dean was brash, charming, and had a knack for pushing your buttons in the way only he could. you hadn’t seen him since Christmas, but the memory of his teasing smirk lingered in your mind.

“sweetheart? is that okay?”

you fumble over your words, trying to push them out & making them seem as nonchalant as possible.

“yeah uh that’s fine dad. can’t wait”

you glance up to see your dad pulling into his usual parking spot outside Bobby’s diner. Bobby was a good man, your dad’s parents weren’t around when you were born so Bobby was quick to claim you as his own granddaughter. blood or not, youre family. as you open the creaky door of your dads old truck, you find every peace of worry gone again. you practically skip to the door, tearing it open as you glance around. ‘that old man really doesn’t change shit’ you thought to yourself.

“sticks? is that really you?”

you thought you were fine, you really convinced yourself until you heard that deep baritone voice. now you felt the ache of tears pressing against your eyes. you whip your head around, eyes meeting the one & only Bobby Singer. the whole diners stopped eating & talking. honing in on the grumpy old man facade slipping from Bobby’s face. you find yourself jogging over to him, he drops the tray to the floor as he quickly envelopes you into a hug.

“Pops! it’s so good to see you”

your voice is muffled from the hold Bobby has on you, his own tears falling down his face into his flannel to mix with yours. you glance up meeting his eyes as he says

“damnit girl, i can’t believe you’re here. how was school? you back for good?”

you pull yourself away hesitantly

“i’m back for good pops. finishing out my last semester here, was hoping you still had that waitressing position open”

your eyebrows shoot up hopefully as a small smirk falls on your face, Bobby wraps his arm around your shoulder as he chuckles

“for you? of course.”

Bobby’s eyes finally meet your fathers, he pulls Jp into a tight hug

“hell boy why didn’t you tell me she was coming home. i’d have-“

jp chuckles as he cuts bobby off

“listen old man, you got enough going on. plus i figured a surprise would do you some good. especially a sticks shaped surprise”

hours passed as you sat & caught up with Bobby, his eyes never leaving yours. almost like he couldn’t believe you were really here. you talked about school, the waitressing job you had in California (but making sure to let Bobby know no place could compare to his). as you ate a smile never left your face, Jp & Bobby telling you stories about the 4 years you were gone. youre laughing, you’re crying. you didn’t know you could feel so many emotions just by coming home. you’re about to leave when Bobby pulls you aside. hugging you as he tells you

“sticks now listen. i know you don’t wanna hear what i’m bout to say but i also know if you hear it from anyone else you’ll lose it. Col-“

you pull away, locking eyes with Bobby

“pops please don’t-“

“wait just a second lemme finish. Colters getting married. got a baby on the way”

you felt the ground beneath your crumble. no, no, no. that couldn’t be happening. your highschool sweetheart. your first kiss, your first- well everything. sure he was mean, a tiny bit abusive but he was yours. or so you thought.

“what do you mean pops? he- he can’t be. there’s no way”

you stumble back but before you fall, bobby’s arms are around you.

“i know kiddo. i know. but hey, maybe it’s better this way huh?”

his hands are wiping the tears you didn’t realize were falling. you had so many questions, did he really love me? how could he move on? why did he never reach out? well maybe it’s because he was too busy out getting some skank pregnant. wait no you can’t think like that, she didn’t do anything to you. it wasn’t like this mystery woman was holding your heart in your hands, no that was that stupid prick Colter.

“who?”

“who what sticks?”

bobby’s eyes look too worrisome. you hate when he gives you those eyes.

“who is he marrying”

bobby sighs, suddenly finding the sticky old floorboards far more interesting than the expression that’s gunna cross your face.

“jo.”

oh that hurt, jo. jo harvelle. your childhood bestfriend. bobby’s grip tightened on you, holding you steady as you go through the waves crashing through you. anger. hurt. betrayal. your dad approaches, seeing the light leave your eyes. he glances at Bobby, sharing a knowing look with him. he wraps his arm around, letting you bid your farewells as he lead you to the truck. as he opened the door for you, you slung yourself into the seat.

“sticks i- i’m sorry”

you wipe the rest of the tears from your face, nodding as you glance around the truck. your eyes get stuck on the polaroid of you & jo. a picture you used to cherish so deeply, but now you’d rather see it cast into the pits of hell. your dad catches what you’re eyes are lingering on as he closes your door. he makes his way around to his side, quickly grabbing the polaroid & stashing it away. he knew when you got told the news things would be different, your pain would be different. Colter was one thing, your highschool sweetheart who never lived up to the ‘sweetheart’ part. the man who made you shed more tears than you ever should’ve, the man who left you alone wondering where he was most nights when he was shacking it up at Harvelles bar, who wouldn’t answer his phone. your dad knew all this, he was the one you called when you couldn’t take it anymore. he was the one who came & picked you up from Colters parents house the night you ended things. the night you found out he cheated. 2 weeks before you left for college. your dad also knew that after you left, there wasn’t a thing he could say or do to make you come back. Jo on the other hand, she was your best friend. practically your sister. there wasn’t a weekend where Jo wasn’t at his house, in his pool, watching you & him work on cars & when you got older the one who helped you sneak those cars out. the one you called when Colter wasn’t treating you right. the one who called you when she knew Colter was at her moms bar. it felt unreal to your father, he couldn’t imagine how you felt.

The hum of tires on asphalt filled the silence as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home. The house looked the same—warm porch lights glowing, the familiar sight of your first car parked sideways on the side of the house. the garage open, showing the new muscle car your dad must be going nuts over. Jp killed the engine and exhaled deeply. After four years away at college, home felt both comforting and alien.

Inside, you found seemingly nothing changed. the recliner was still the same, the stacks of car manuals everywhere, the coffee cup sized rim indentions on your dads side table, the only different thing was a picture you & your dad took on the 4th of july hanging above the tv stand. you’re standing in a pair of old jean shorts, your red bikini top sneaking out the side of your old worn white t-shirt covered in motor oil. your dad has his signature blue dodgers cap on, his mechanic uniform still clinging to him. laughing right back with you as he holds his belly. Sam took the picture & you were so thankful he did. you carried yourself up to your childhood bedroom, the only thing that changed was the size of the bed. instead of the measly little twin you now were the proud owner of a queen. the sage green comforter looked like a cloud, a dream even.

you dig out a change of clothes, your toiletries & make your way to your bathroom. the peace sign poster you picked out with Jo staring menacingly at you through the reflection. you hesitate for a second before deciding to rip it down. you crumble it up, throwing it in the trash can as you run a hand through your hair. stupid. that’s how you felt. why did you think you’d come back & everything would be waiting for you like the day you left? your eyes longed for tears to fall, you glance up catching yourself in the reflection before you shake your shoulders & sigh. you rip the airport clothes off, turning on a hot shower as you slip in. you hum the tune of an AC/DC song as you lather the soap in your hands & through your hair. you’re back, regardless of how anyone else feels. your got your job back at Bobby’s, you’re finishing your degree this year. everything’s gunna work out. everything’s gunna be fine, but if that was the truth why did you feel as if something was missing?

you get out of the shower, quickly drying off as you throw on a old tank top & a pair of sweats. you towel dry your hair, glancing over to the fogged up mirror as you pull a brush through it. you throw your dirty clothes in your laundry basket as you slide on your slippers. you make your way back to your room, settling down on the bed as you open up your bag.

your dads footsteps tear you from your thoughts, you glance up as he’s carrying a beer. you take it thankfully as he settles beside you on the bed, glancing over at your guitar case.

“you still play sticks?”

you nod, as you take a swig of your beer

“i do. ain’t played as much as id like too with how busy things have been though”

your dad takes a swig of his own beer, he smiles as he says

“well after dinner i want you to play me something”

you smile & nod, you loved playing for your dad. he’s who taught you really, who gave you the guitar you lug around everywhere. you run your fingers absentmindedly across the label of the beer as you think back to the time he gave you the guitar. it was your 11th birthday, the smile he beamed down at you was something you’d never allow yourself to forget. that, that was probably your happiest memory. your dads voice interrupts your thoughts as he says

“well i’ll be out in the garage. we’ll have some company for dinner since i gotta work from home today. you need me you come find me okay sugar?”

you smile to yourself, boy was it great to have someone care so much for you. you were used to just being ignored, not making but 1 singular friend in your years of college. Ashley. she was like a girl you’d never met before, ambitious, smart, beautiful, funny. the sarcasm that girl carried was something unreal. your dad already loved her after meeting her the one singular time he flew out to visit. you plop down on your bed, pulling your phone out as you quickly press ashley’s number. she picks up after the 3rd sing yelling through the phone

“sticks! come back oh god i’ll never make it without you”

sticks? since when did ashley also call you that? what is with everyone wanting this nickname to stick? you roll your eyes at your unintentional pun

“well hello there ash i miss you too” you giggle into the phone

“but no seriously how is it? feel better being at home?”

you bite back the endless trials of emotions you went through today, choosing not to unload the disaster your life’s become in a measly 24 hours. you find yourself picking at the thread of your sweats as you offer small talk, informing her you got your job back at the diner until you graduate. her swearing she’s flying out the second the gets the chance. you giggle & talk as you glance at the clock, you realized you completely lost track of time & you were sure dinner was ready. you hang up, promising you’ll call her after your first day as you make your way downstairs, the scent of ordered in pizza catches your nose as you giggle to yourself. as your feet touch the bottom step your dad turns to you

“well there she is, cmon sticks say hello”

you walk around the doorframe as your heart catches in your throat. Dean. Winchester.

“hey Freud” he greeted, his voice low drawl “long time no see”

“Freud, really?” you arched any eyebrow, meeting his gaze. his green eyes sparkled with mischief, & that smirk — God that smirk — was firmly in place.

“Freud, Jung, whoever you kids are into these days” dean shot back, standing from his place on the couch.

your dad chuckles

“don’t mind him, he’s just mad he’s too old to understand what you’re studying”

you laugh as you shake your head

dean cuts in as he says

“oh i understand it just fine” he said as he walks up to you “it’s all about mommy issues, right?”

you snorted

“i’m studying psychology, not you dean”

your dad burst out laughing, deans smirk faltering for a moment. he gave you an exaggerated bow as he says “Touchè”

as your dad drags dean over to the table you let yourself study his features, he looked the same — rough around the edges but effortlessly put together. his hands calloused & stained in motor oil. the veins prominent as he grabs the pizza box, smiling at something your father said. you quickly averted your gaze, feeling an unwelcomed heat creep up your neck.

“so sticks you nervous bout being back?”

your dad asks

you hesitated unsure of how to answer especially after the whirlwind of emotions you had to overcome today.

“a little. it’s been awhile, you know? i’m used to being busy all the time. having my job back at Pops surely will help though”

“well you’re home now.” your dad said, his voice warm. “relax, eat something other than cafeteria food & maybe give some of your old man here some of that brainiac advice” he beams

“careful” dean adds smirking, “you might open a can of worms with that one if you ain’t careful ‘old man’ “

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk that fell on your face. it felt good to be back, banter, baggage & all.

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by the time you made it to the table you were trying to decide if you could just crawl up to your room or out the window, on the latter they would definitely know something was up. i mean your dad knew, he seen it first hand all day. but dean? no. he could not & would not see you crumble over something like that. it was hard enough to try to keep the actual relationship issues from dean when it happened, he definitely didn’t need the after effects.

you decided what’s the worst that could happen, you’re in your own home. with your father, & really you were just nervous. you did not expect to see dean today, not any day before saturday really. that’s why you find yourself turning to your dad & joking

“i’m surprised the houses still stands after how long i was gone”

“barely sticks” jp jokes as he grumbles “dean here only fixed the roof last week, don’t lean on the railing. it’s a death trap”

“hey that’s quality work” dean protests before taking a bite of his pizza

“quality work” you echoed, eyeing him. “remind me not to hire you when i get my own place.”

dean grins, leaning back in his chair as he wipes the pizza sauce from his lip

“don’t worry. i charge extra for smartasses”

your dad throws him a joking glare as he gets up to fetch some beers, leaving you both alone for the first moment since youve been home. you shift in your seat as you take a bite of your pizza.

“it’s good to see you sticks” dean said, his tone softer now as he catches your eye

you look up, startled by the sincerity in his voice. a small smile fights it way to your lips as you say “you too dean”

for a fleeting moment, you felt as if something electric, & impossible to ignore flashed between you. as quick as the moment appeared it dissolved when your dad breached the door with a huge grin

“beers here”

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[jasvtsc]

diet pepsi

warnings! age gap. dbf!dean. innocent!reader. female!reader. smut. unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it). graphic language. grammar mistakes.

word count! 1.9k

dean winchester was the forbidden fruit you so desperately craved.

he was your father’s friend. your dad helped him during a hunt when they were younger and in exchange, dean helped your family quit the hunters' life. despite that, he still found a moment to come over from time to time for dinner or other stuff like that.

however, lately, his presence has begun to affect you more and more prominently. every time he’d come over for the annual dinner, you’d be sitting quietly in front of him, your thighs squeezed together as you felt the heat pooling in your core, slowly seeping into your panties and making them stick to your skin. he’d ask you things about college and other stuff and you’d just murmur, digging your food with a fork to distract yourself from the infuriating tension in your body.

you needed him.

badly.

but he was your dad’s friend. and the fact that he was feeding into your desires didn’t help.

he would smirk at you, clearly noticing how hot and bothered you were by his presence and behaviour. at this point he could easily recognize when women were attracted to him and you were just so innocent, trying your best to hide your arousal that it didn’t take him long to pick on the visible clues. so he’d tease you discreetly, right in front of your parents. he was playing a dangerous game and you just fell right into it. but you were just so attractive now that you were all grown up, and he couldn’t control himself around pretty girls.

so, he’d caress your leg from your ankle to your calf under the table, making you shiver. as well as brush his hands against your body while passing by, especially against your ass or hands. and you were eating it up every time, trying to prevent yourself from pouncing on him altogether. your body was going through all these new things that kept building up and you didn’t know how to relieve yourself. but you knew who could help you.

dean fucking winchester.

so when you were leaving back to college and he offered to drop you off at the bus station, you were ecstatic as if you won a lottery or something.

cause honestly? you kind of did.

however, as soon as you found yourself in winchester’s impala, your hands clasped together on your lap, you tried your best not to look at him. you could feel the way his gaze was burning your skin even though he was only stealing glances from the corner of his eye. damn, it was actually kind of intimidating, being with him on your own.

“you know, you grew up real pretty, sweetheart,” he hummed, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.

you looked at him hesitantly, the heat wave striking you ten times harder.

he just complimented you.

“thank you,” you responded with a shy smile, fiddling with your fingers.

he turned his head slightly more towards you and fuck, he just wanted to ravish you. his lower lip was caught between his teeth as he took in a sharp breath, at this point, shamelessly ogling you up and down. it was so weird, cause he knew you since you were a child but now you were a grown woman—a very attractive one on top of that. damn, these curves of yours. only recently did he begin to notice that and it’s been hell ever since. but since he was already there once, what’s there to lose?

he could feel his pants significantly tighten, his dick beginning to stir to life, hardening against the inside of his thigh. he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

i’m just supposed to drop her off at the bus station, he thought to himself when suddenly your voice brought him back to reality.

“you just missed the stop,” you hummed, pointing your finger at the passing parking lot, slightly leaning forward.

dean cursed and turned his head to look at the station now disappearing in the side-view mirror. with a sigh, he turned back towards you, however, he didn’t expect your face to be so close to his. his eyes widened as your lips almost brushed in a kiss. but he quickly pulled away, almost swerving the car off the road. he uttered a short ‘fuck’ under his breath, quickly getting back in the lane and then clearing his throat.

“well, it looks like i’m gonna drop you off myself,” he quickly gave you that cheeky grin and you just nodded your head obediently, a small ‘oh’ escaping your lips as you weren’t sure if you even had it in yourself to protest. after all, that meant more time with him.

and well, it certainly did.

you’re not sure how the situation resolved to you kissing aggressively in the back of his car after he pulled over on the side of the road where cars barely passed. everything up to that point felt as if it was behind a thick fog of lust that clouded your brain and only now was getting released.

“jesus christ, your ass looks so good in those jeans,” he groaned appreciatively, cupping your butt and squeezing it through the denim of your pants that tightly clung to your skin, only accenting your curves. you blushed heavily and hid your face in the crook of his neck, playfully nipping at his skin.

he let out a guttural growl, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back so you were facing him, and then he smashed his lips on yours once again. his other hand was splayed on your hip, holding you tightly as you straddled him, your clothed core rubbing against his hard bulge with every little move you made.

“baby, keep doing that and i won’t be able to control myself anymore. you’re literally my friend’s daughter. what we’re doing now is already bad enough,” he sighed, slightly pulling back so he could stroke your cheek with the pad of his calloused thumb.

“but no one has to know,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“baby—” he started but you quickly cut him off.

“please, i need you,” and the way you said it would be enough to kill him. you practically whimpered in such a pleading tone, your hips softly grinding against his erection. at first, he wanted to be strong and resist the temptation, but he simply couldn’t say no to you.

“fine. but not even a word to anyone about it, ‘kay? you’re a big girl, so i trust that you will behave like one too, right?” he hummed, cocking his brow up as he rubbed your lower lip with his thumb.

“yes. i promise,” you nodded eagerly, your eyes immediately lighting up. and the way he smiled at you all proud that you listened to him, was enough to make your pussy ache for his dick.

“good girl. such a good girl,” he whispered breathlessly, pulling you in for another kiss as he turned you around, so you were lying flat on your back, on the backseat.

his hand snaked down between your bodies, easily getting rid of your jeans, and lowering them down enough for him to snuck his fingers onto your panties. he groaned and bit on your lip as his digits were met with a soft fabric dampened with your juices.

“already so wet for me, huh? you were waitin’ for that, baby? waitin’ to be touched like a good little girl?” he chuckled into your lips, the vibration of his voice sending chills through your body and then straight to your core.

he started rubbing your folds with his fingers to which you whimpered, pushing your hips up to meet his hand. however, he stilled your movement, keeping you down with just one hand, his fingers gripping your side and you knew there’d be bruises from them the next day.

“nuh-uh. patience, sweetheart. no rush,” he cooed, slowing the rubbing movement of his fingers.

you huffed out an annoyed breath but nodded, submitting yourself to his will. he grinned and moved his thumb through your slit, stopping on your clit. he pressed on the sensitive bud, making you let out a soft moan. you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, letting out a needy whimper. dean quickly pulled your panties to the side and while his thumb kept skillfully working you up at your clit, his other hand moved to his hard cock. 

he unbuckled his belt smoothly and tugged his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing length. it hit his stomach, precum already leaking from the tip. you widened your eyes and basically felt your mouth water at the sight of his massive dick. before you could even say anything, he rubbed the head of it against your folds, spreading them apart as he slowly gathered your juices. you panted heavily, holding onto his shoulders as he nudged the head of his cock at your entrance.

and it hit you at that moment—you were about to lose your innocence.

but then again, why did it feel so exciting and your stomach was fluttering so funny?

as soon as he entered your tight passage, you almost screamed, jolting up. dean slowly eased his way inside your wet pussy as it squelched around him, cradling the back of your head as he pulled you close.

“shh, baby. shh, it’s fine. just relax. it’ll feel good,” he soothed you, stopping for a second so you could get used to his thick cock practically splitting you open.

and soon, you relaxed, your muscles giving in and familiarising themselves with each vein that throbbed, deliciously caressing your heat, only making you more aroused.

when he finally started moving, you were making sounds out of the adult movies, windows beginning to fog up with how hard both of you were breathing. at first, dean was slowly rocking his hips back and forth, not really pulling out that much, so you’d get used to how it felt. but as soon as he saw you enjoying yourself, he picked up the pace and started thrusting into your pussy more vigorously, his muscles flexing as he supported himself on one hand, the other holding you close to his body as your cunt sucked him inside eagerly.

“so fuckin’ tight, baby. just for me. you’re such a dirty girl, letting your dad’s friend fuck you in the back of his car. shit, you’re a desperate little thing. but i like it,” he panted and chuckled, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling your skin as he nipped at it, making sure to leave hickeys and mark you properly.

as soon as he felt your walls began to clamp down on him, he picked up his pace intending to make you cum on his cock.

“dean, i—”

“i know, baby. i know. just let it go. come for me,” he reassured, connecting your lips in a kiss and soon, your pussy squeezed him tightly as your body shuddered, convulsing in an overwhelming pleasure accompanied by your loud moan.

dean groaned and pressed his forehead against yours as his thrusts grew sloppier. he wanted to help you come down from your high, but when he felt the coil in his stomach tighten, he quickly pulled out and came on your stomach, painting it white with his scorching hot and pearly cum.

“fuckin’ christ. that was so good, sweetheart,” he praised, chuckling breathlessly as he kissed your lips again. “and remember…”

“...don’t tell anybody,” you finished, trying to catch your breath.

“good girl,” he smiled and moved a strand of hair out of your sweat-covered forehead.

a/n: dedicated to my lovely and amazing girlie @titsout4nicholas mwah !!

a/n2: lets ignore the diet coke in the picture i couldn’t find aesthetically pleasing one with pepsi💀

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MONEY POWER GLORY

club owner!joe kessler x exotic dancer

A/N: this piece goes hand in hand with @billybutcherxyou / @foxiewrites and I’s DBF!Butcher series. best to be read alongside their most recent post, so make sure to check that out first. (cw: themes of manipulation, power dynamics, implied threats, and mentions of the adult entertainment industry.) NO USE OF Y/N

summary: Kessler, the sleazy owner of Club Kess, where petal works, dangles promises of fame and fortune, but his intentions are far from pure. Highlighting petal’s willingness to play his game, even as she’s fully aware of the dangers that come with it.

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She walks into the dimly lit office at the back of the club, the heavy bass from the music outside thrumming through the walls. Kessler, the club’s owner, sits behind an oversized mahogany desk, a fine Cuban cigar smoldering between his fingers. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the faint tang of his expensive cologne. His eyes, sharp and calculating, follow her as she approaches, amusement flickering in them.

“Ah, there she is,” Kessler purrs, his voice smooth like honey with an underlying edge that makes your skin crawl if you listen too closely. He leans back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he gestures for her to sit. “My favorite girl.”

She offers him a small, confident smile, though there’s a tightness in her chest she can’t quite shake. She’s been working for him for some time now, just barely making enough to have a little extra cash after repaying her father’s debts and getting out of every negative situation. Billy still couldn’t seem to get off her ass. She’s good at what she does, and she’s determined to be more than just another one of Kessler’s showgirls.

Once she had even the slightest taste of financial freedom to splurge on a cute top or take herself out to lunch somewhere nice, she’d never go back to her old life. Her life had been full of losses, wins, failures, and falls.

Kessler’s gaze never wavers as she takes her seat across from him, the leather chair creaking slightly under her weight. He exhales a long plume of smoke, watching her with that same calculated amusement, like a cat playing with a mouse.

“I’ve been watching you,” Kessler continues, his eyes narrowing as he takes a drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his face like a serpent. “You’ve got something… special. A spark, if you will.”

“You’ve been doing good work, sweetheart,” he says, the endearment slipping from his lips like it’s second nature. His voice carries a certain weight, commanding attention, respect, and maybe even a little fear. “Better than most of the girls who walk through that door.”

Her smile widens just a fraction; the words hit their mark. She’s been craving validation like this—something to tell her that all the hours, the effort, the sacrifices are worth it. The faint praise settles into her bones, stoking the fire she keeps burning inside.

“Well, I aim to please,” she replies smoothly, her voice laced with just the right amount of sultriness. She knows how to play her part, knows what Kessler wants to hear. And she’s more than willing to give it to him if it means getting what she wants in return.

Kessler’s smirk deepens, his eyes glittering with something dark, something dangerous. “That’s why you’re my favorite, baby,” he purrs, leaning forward slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with predatory intensity. “You’ve got the looks, the talent, the drive. Everything a girl needs to make it big. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

She feels a thrill of anticipation run through her at his words. She’s been chasing this dream for as long as she can remember—the idea of being more than just another face in the crowd, of standing out, of having everything she’s ever wanted. Money, power, glory. The trifecta that’s kept her going through every hardship, every setback.

“A-anything, Mr. Kessler,” she says, her voice almost a whisper, leaning in slightly as if she’s afraid to miss a single word. “Tell me what I need to do.”

Kessler’s smile is almost fatherly as he leans back in his chair, taking another drag from his cigar. He likes this part—the moment they’re fully under his spell, ready to do whatever it takes to make his promises come true. He’s seen it a hundred times before, but there’s something about her that makes it all the more satisfying.

“It’s simple, really,” he says, his tone almost conspiratorial. “You just keep doing what you’re doing, baby—keep turning heads, keep bringing in the crowds. Make them want more of you, make them crave you. And when the time is right, when you’re ready, we’ll take that next step.”

He pauses, letting the words sink in, watching as her eyes widen just a fraction, her breath catching slightly in her throat. He’s got her, and he knows it.

“What next step?” she asks, her voice hushed, almost afraid of the answer.

Kessler’s smirk returns, sharper this time. “Movies, baby. Real stardom. You’ve got a face for the camera, and I’m gonna make sure you get there. But you have to trust me, follow my lead. Do that, and you’ll have everything that pretty little heart o’ yours desires.”

She bites her lower lip, a move she knows he finds irresistible, playing into the moment. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear—the promise of something more, something bigger than the life she’s been living. Dealing with her asshole of a father and his gambling debts, instead of living the life of a normal girl her age, she was working the pole at Club Kess. She’s come too far to turn back now, and Kessler knows that. He’s got her wrapped around his finger, and she can’t even bring herself to care.

“I trust you,” she says, the words coming out easily, as if they were always meant to be spoken. “I’m a big girl, I can take it,” she adds cheekily.

Kessler chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends a shiver down her spine. He reaches out, brushing a thumb across her cheek, the touch as possessive as it is comforting.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Stick with me, baby, and I’ll make sure the whole world knows your name.”

She feels her heart pound with a mix of fear and excitement. She’s heard the rumors, knows what happens to the girls who fall out of Kessler’s favor, but she’s convinced it won’t happen to her. She’s different. She has to be.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze locking onto hers with predatory intensity. “You want more than just the dance floor. You want to be a star.”

The word hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken promises. She can feel the pull, the allure of everything she’s ever wanted, dangling just out of reach. But there’s a part of her, the smart part, that knows there’s always a catch when someone like Kessler is involved.

“I do,” she admits, keeping her voice soft, almost vulnerable, knowing that’s what he’s looking for. “But I know it’s not easy. I’m willing to work for it.”

Kessler’s grin widens, and for a moment, she can see the wolf behind the businessman. “That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart,” he says, his tone oozing with false sincerity. “You’re different. I see big things in your future. Movies, magazine covers, hell, maybe even your own show one day.”

The flattery is relentless, and she finds herself nodding along, even as a small voice in the back of her mind tells her not to fall for it. But it’s hard not to, especially when he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

The words are intoxicating, and for a moment, she lets herself believe them. But then Kessler’s gaze hardens, just for a split second, and she catches a glimpse of the man behind the mask—the one who’s willing to destroy anyone who doesn’t play by his rules.

“But remember,” he adds, his tone shifting to something colder, more menacing, “this business is tough. It chews up the weak and spits them out. You keep up your end of the bargain, and I’ll keep up mine. But cross me… and, well, I’m sure you know what happens to girls who get on my bad side.”

She forces herself to smile, to play along with his game. “I won’t disappoint you, I promise,” she says, her voice smooth as silk, hiding the unease coiling in her gut.

“Good girl,” he replies, the smirk returning as he leans back in his chair, satisfied. “Now, go out there and show them what you’re made of. Got big plans for you.”

She nods, offering him one last smile before she turns.

As she’s about to leave, Kessler’s voice cuts through the lingering haze of cigar smoke. “Actually—hold on a sec, baby,” he drawls, his tone smooth but with an edge that halts her in her tracks. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in silent question.

Kessler reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out an old Polaroid camera, the kind that spits out instant photos with a soft mechanical whirr. He holds it up, a sly grin spreading across his face. “One more thing before you go. Gotta get a picture to go with the others, yeah? Keeps things personal, keeps us close.”

She hesitates for a moment, feeling a strange twist in her gut. This wasn’t part of the usual routine, but then again, Kessler always liked to blur the lines. “A Polaroid?” she asks, forcing a light tone, though she can’t keep the edge of suspicion out of her voice.

Kessler chuckles, but it’s a low, menacing sound that sends a shiver down her spine. “Just for the collection,” he says, as if that explains everything. “A little keepsake for me. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

The unease deepens, but she can see the challenge in his eyes, the unspoken command. He wants her to trust him, to play along. And if she refuses, if she makes a scene, she knows what that might mean for her future here.

So, she swallows her discomfort and flashes him her best smile, the one she reserves for customers she’s trying to impress. “Of course, Mr. Kessler,” she says sweetly, stepping closer to the desk.

Kessler’s grin widens as he raises the camera, the lens glinting in the dim light. “Say cheese, darling.”

She hears the click, followed by the whir of the camera spitting out the photo. Kessler catches it before it hits the desk, holding it by the edges as the image slowly develops.

She forces herself to stay calm, to keep that practiced smile in place, even as Kessler’s gaze flicks between her and the photo with a predatory glint. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, more to himself than to her, before he slips the photo into his desk drawer, locking it away.

“Alright, baby,” he says, his tone returning to that of the smooth-talking club owner. “You go on now. Remember, I’m watching.”

She nods, mutters a soft “thank you,” and finally makes her exit, feeling the weight of his gaze on her until she’s out the door. As she steps back into the dimly lit hallway, the thumping bass from the club outside washing over her like a wave, she can’t shake the feeling that she’s just crossed some invisible line, one she might not be able to step back from.

But she pushes the thought aside. This is what she wanted—what she needed. If playing Kessler’s game was the price she had to pay for her shot at fame and fortune, then so be it. She’d play, and she’d win.

Because she knew one thing for sure: in this world, you either play the game or get played. And she wasn’t about to let herself become just another one of Kessler’s pawns.

[kookiekult]

There are 3 stages to becoming a dilf.

Twink

Late 20's/Early 30's awkward ugly phase

Dilfism

[bunnysbrainrot]

Pick a Character to Start Kinktober

Hi everyone! To get my work started on kinktober, please choose which character you’d like to see first. I’ll go in order from most votes to fewest.

Your votes mean a lot! Please cast your vote and we’ll go from there :)

Here’s to a fun Kinktober!!

Thank you !

[holylulusworld]

Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Swaying (2) (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (6) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

[pascalions]

BODY ELECTRIC

( PRE )OUTBREAK!DBF JOEL X F!READER

WARNINGS : infidelity, age-gap ( 22 y-o reader ), unprotected P in V sex, mutual pinning, breeding kink, riding, truck sex, forced orgasm, fingering, dub-con, Joel’s a bit of a perv but not to much. Not much dirty talk in this one. Pet names ( sweetheart, etc. ) Shy reader (barley talks in this)

SUMMARY : leaving for college seemed fun but falling into the wrong friend group never crossed your mind, so when you’re left stranded at a club there’s really only one person you’re able to call, especially when your parents are out of town,

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YOU TRIED TO IGNORE THE SIGNALS BUT THIS ONE WAS PROBABLY ONE YOU COULDN’T. They had left you stranded in the club to go home with different guys they met but hey that was them, always leaving you out. You felt chills run in your legs all the way to the back of your neck as you stepped out of the bar, it was full of sweaty horny dry humping bodies and you weren’t in the mood to have fun. Especially after you got ditched. But you didn’t need those girls, you were pretty sure one of the dads was sleeping with the dean of the school but you wouldn’t bother to tell her, you didn’t know if they’d talk to you when you went back but you could care less right now. You just wanted to go home.

You were near your hometown because college wasn’t that far but still a decent trip, but the one weekend you were closer to home your parents had left. Well your dad and his terrible wife, she was a whole different story but the reason your dad and Joel had became friends was because their wives were best friends. Both terrible wives, but you couldn’t judge because you didn’t have that much knowledge in the relationship department. It was a choice though, you couldn’t be bothered that much, especially when your type was more the teacher than the students.

You only had one choice at this point and you stood in the middle of the dark street with echoes of music as a passing car arrived here and there. There was a looming thought in your head but you shut your eyes and pressed the caller ID. It wasn’t that you hated him, or didn’t like him. That was the issue- you liked him way too much. He was married and you babysat Sarah for gods sake.

You put the phone to your ear sitting on a lone bench as the streets were barley lit but people were inside the clubs at the small bars. You glanced at the spot you and your “friends” had parked and the car was gone making you sigh as you tried to keep your body heat in the small thin dress you had on. You had began to rethink every choice you made as you refused to let your eyes water over something so stupid. The phone ran a few times and you thought you were shut out of luck.

“Hello?”

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The headlights had you squinting as you had almost drifted off on the bench, the music was still blaring down the street from the club you exited and you picked up your small clutch that had your phone and pepper spray in it and walked over to the truck that stopped a few feet in front of you. When you stood up to walk over to the car Joel got a good look at, a really good look actually. He didn’t understand how someone he used to watch had this type of effect on him 20 years later, he unlocked the door as you reached it and sent him a thankful smile but he could see right through it.

“Hey Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked as you finally got situated in the large comfortable truck seat. As soon as you closed the door you sighed leaning back into the leather thankful it’s was cool in the truck. You glanced over at him but like always you could never look him in the eye, not matter what, it was like if you did he’d see that you still had that same crush on him that you had long ago.

“My friends.” You mumbled. The word came out like a jeer and he shifted gears on the truck before starting to drive. He wasn’t driving fast or eager to get home, it was more like a drive to allow conversation to drag on. “They ditched me, left me at the club.” You added a bit quieter, when you said it aloud it sounded childish to be so mad about it and you didn’t wanna be judged. Especially by Joel. If you needed validation the only one you’d allow was his.

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.” His eyes fluttered to your body nearly short stopping when he noticed the cold air had caused your nipples to poke at the fabric leaving a pretty clear indentation. You seemed to have no idea as you stared at the trees that lined the dark nearly pitch black road.

After a moment of silence you looked over at him while he drove, his arms pushing against the tight sleeves of the shirt he wore. “Thanks for picking me up, sorry if I woke you.” You always apologized even if it wasn’t your fault- you just couldn’t help it. Joel looked over at you waving you off. “ it’s no problem I wasn’t sleepin’ anyway.”

You smiled sheepishly as he continued. “How’s college besides all those girls? Tell me sweetheart you like those college boys?” You were taken off guard at the question, flustered as he smirked so subtly you couldn’t even tell. He wasn’t wrong though, you didn’t know why you simply just couldn’t find yourself being truly attracted to the guys. Scratch that- you knew why you hated college boys, but that didn’t mean all of them were that way. The ones that were nice, seemed to nice, and others thought it was funny to slip a white pill into girls drinks.

All you could give him was a shrug to afraid to open your mouth, he seemed to wreck all your outer walls you built up for college, and for the real world. He seemed to make every word in your brain disappear and he could have you dumb just looking at you. “C’mon tell me the truth.” Even if it was a tease you sucked your lips between your teeth before eventually giving in you’d at least try to not be awkward.

“Not really my type.” You wondered if that seemed to forward, you didn’t want it to seem like you were hinting but when he turned to look at you, your cheeks felt hot. “No- I mean, I don’t like them. I didn’t mean that as like-“ He actually laughed at your stumble over the way you worded it and his hand fell to your leg. “I’m just messin’ with you sweetheart. Your dads out of town and I’m sure Melissa wouldn’t mind.” Melissa was his wife, the horrid one that seemed to get along with your step mother.

You cringed lightly and scooted in your seat but his hand just tightened on your leg. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it so why were you? “Oh- I don’t know. I really don’t wanna be a bother.” Lie. If you spent the night there you were sure to just get roped back into a crush that had you eating ice cream in front of the TV crying when he told your dad he was marrying Melissa.

“Nonsense, it’ll be fine.” He said taking a turn down the road that went through the backroads to the neighborhood. You didn’t know if he knew you knew it was the longer way but either way you didn’t mind. Your clutch tumbled off the seat onto the floor and the contents fell out, reaching over you hadn’t realized your dress scooted up as you reached over and down to gather it. Joel saw the small black thing you were wearing under the dress and you sat up quickly pulling your dress down looking over at Joel’s face.

Something had changed in the air a while ago but, now it was obvious. “Sorry I-“ You shook your head as Joel’s foot eased off the gas slowing down but still gliding down the road. “You don’t have to cover up f’me sweetheart. Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” He let it slip and he didn’t even care, you weren’t clued into the fact that he could see your bedroom window from his living room window. He’d stay up late just to watch you change, watching the way you inched out of your pants. Unaware your blinds were open.

You froze turning to him forgetting about everything on the floor as your face looked like a confused dear. Doe eyes all confused as his voice came out darker than you expected, opening your mouth a small breath escaped. “Mr. Miller?” You asked as his eyes stayed zeroed in on your face. “Joel, sweetheart, Joel.”

“Joel.” Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol you had, or the pent up everything but you shifted in your seat legs subtly pinching together. “What- did you mean by that?” You almost sounded scared but it made Joel grin, the car pulled over to the side of the road and the headlights dimmed almost making everything pitch black. You knew the effect he had on you but lord you never expected things to take this turn.

“You like to be watched don’t you? Hm? Leavin’ the blinds open, hopin’ someone would look.” The deep tone of his voice seemed to make the dark have a new chill. The chill traveling all over your body, deep down had you done it on purpose? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was small and almost a whisper, but it was raspy and you had no idea when your mouth went dry. Joel seemed to be leaning forward and your breathing was picking up. Chest heaving up and down as his large hand cradled the back of your head pulling you closer and before you even really could comprehend this was happening you felt his lips on yours.

You thought for a second you were hallucinating and someone did slip something into your drink but when he pulled away for a mere second noses almost touching you reached forward deciding to take the chance and he almost smiled into your mouth as your lips meshed. His tasted of mint, like he had been preparing for bed.

To him, god, your lips were softer than he could’ve imagined. They tasted like fruity alcohol but he didn’t care, secretly even if he knew this was way beyond the line of taboo he couldn’t help himself. You were just so perfect to him, all the time, all thoughts of anything else went away. His tongue slid at your bottom lips and you allowed it, you let the feeling consume you. You’d worry about the questions and the problems later.

You pulled back for air and he wasted no time in helping you over the center console, the seat was large but his built frame left small room for your thighs to straddle him before your lips were back on his. His hand tangled in your hair before he pulled it back causing your head to tilt up, breathing erratically as he kissed down your neck. You could feel the tight denim pushing against you, you couldn’t help the small rock of your hips that caused him to let out a small groan and kissed you on the lips harder this time.

His large hands snaked up your thighs sliding your dress up with it as his thumb ran over the thin lace covering your clit. The connection made you jerk a bit and he teased you, he was enjoying every moment of it. Just rubbing his thumb skimming over it until he heard the sweet whimper passing through your lips. “What’s wrong hm?” He asked watching struggle to form the words.

“Please- mh.” Your words slurred together as he pressed hard on your clit, the throbbing only seemed to intensify. “Joel.” The way you whined his name almost in a whisper, how could he deny you of what you both wanted. “Don’t need these anymore.” He mumbled as he pulled at the small silver ring that connected the thong on each side. It broke apart snapping quite easily and it dropped around your thigh sliding as far as it could go.

“Don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this sweetheart.” Joel said equally as dark as his eyes watched yours darken in something he hasn’t seen before. But he liked it. He liked the thought of ruining you, fucking you till your eyes watered and the only thing you could remember was his name. You wanted to talk, and he could see you wanted too but he found pleasure in the way your mouth opened to form words but you seemed to fall short each time he touched you.

He leaned back in his seat a bit and adjusted his legs. “Turn around.” You were a bit confused, the lust clouding your mind but you complied like the good girl you always were. Leaning against his chest as you shifted in his lap with his erection digging into your ass. Your dress was mid-way up your torso as he hooked his legs between yours before spreading your legs wide open.

The cold air in the truck caused you to shiver, your hand reaching behind you to hold onto his neck. He grabbed your hand kissing it as he placed it on his neck. One hand reached around your body and went straight to your clit rubbing small circles loving the way you seemed to squirm.

His palm slid down rubbing harshly as a moan let itself out and he slid two fingers down your slick folds. He did it two more times before sliding one finger in, groaning at the way your walls held onto his finger. God, you were tight, but he adored it. Slipping his finger out and bag in he felt your nails dig into the base of his neck. “ S’tight, just gonna stretch you out for me.”

His words had you whimpering his name and you felt a burning stretch. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while, the stretch seemed to burn for a minute before you attempted to look down seeing him two fingers deep inside you. Thumb rubbing your clit adding to the impending pleasure. His free hand came up and pushed the hair that had fallen in your face back. “See baby look at how good you take my fingers. Imagine how good you’ll take me.” You felt tight pressure in your lower gut and your hips subconsciously moved with his hand.

“I’m- Joel-“ He watched you writhe as he picked up his pace and felt the faint sting of your nails scratching his neck slightly. Your head dropped to his shoulder as his hand moved to the top of your dress pulling it down allowing your breasts to fall free from the tight cloth. Facing the cold air they immediately hardened and his hand punched and rubbed over your nipple as you felt the coil tighten to its last point. Turning to him, he was watching your face contort into pleasure before he seemed to pick up a higher pace wanting to see the pleasure in your face as you came on his fingers.

Your eyes pinched shut as his lips clashed into yours, tongue and teeth full of lust as you came and your moans drowned out by his mouth. You wanted so badly to close your legs but he kept them pried apart. He let go of your lips lighting biting your lower one as you whimpered at the way he purposely rubbed over your clit.

He had turned you around almost effortlessly and your legs were almost weak at how quickly he undid his belt with a single hand. His cock was thick and leaking precum, in as much agony as the man. He was big, and you were sure it was gonna hurt. You weren’t sure if it was gonna fit, and your face must’ve betrayed your inner dialogue as he chuckled. Free hand coming up to brush your cheek. “ S’gonna fit, we’ll make sure of it.”

Your phone buzzed excessively but it was drowned out by the noise of small whispering between the both of you. You thought if you spoke out loud maybe you’d snap out of whatever dream you’d been having- the very explicit and detailed dream.

A car drove by, headlights illuminating its path and your head instinctively hid in Joel’s shoulder. Even though the windows were fogged you were nervous. And that was what seemed to make you come to your senses as you pushed away from his shoulder, chest heaving as you looked at the side of Joel’s face, what if someone saw? What if someone told…everyone? Was this even okay? He didn’t seem to be paying attention to you, but you didn’t notice through your slight panic of overthinking.

“Joel-mgh!” You have no idea what sound came out of your mouth as without warning he thrusted up filling you to a hilt. Your hand shot out grabbing for anything but it slid down the window and you grabbed for his shoulder. Glancing down, you were fully seated on his cock and when he placed his hand on your stomach that’s when you noticed the bulge.

Your eyes slipped shut and you released a shuttering breath at the feeling, but looking at Joel he almost looked in pain but to him you were- oh- so tight. If you didn’t start moving he’d come quicker than he wanted too, and when you adjusted in your seat his hand tightened on your waist. “Gotta move baby or’m not gonna last.” He rasped as you tested it, pushing up until he was almost all the way out and then dropping yourself back down.

You’ve had sex, but every guy you had sex with with wanted to be on top of you, so being on top was new to you. And you liked it, Joel still had control but being on top while he watched you have you a new feeling - so you did it again and picked up your pace. The feeling of him pressing the bulge had you reeling and he started meeting your movements. The sweet sounds of your moans filled the truck and his ears, mixed with his low groans. The lewd noise of him moving up into you added to the erotic scene inside the truck.

The singular hand stayed on your stomach and the other that was on your thighs slid between your legs rubbing your swollen clit as you watched himself slip in and out of you. You felt his hand leave your stomach and come up behind your neck pulling your head down causing your forehead to lean just below his shoulder. “Look at that, your sweet cunt takes me so well sweetheart.” You whimpered at his voice by your ear.

That tingly feeling started as it intensified when you rocked your hips in a different angle. You picked up confidence in the way his eyes pinched and his head dropped back against the headrest. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of your head and stray hairs stuck to your forehead, he felt your walls tighten around him and he kept giving a little thrust upwards every-time you came back down.

Picking your head up one arm was over his shoulder holding onto the hairs on the back of his head as you pressed your lips against his. A mutual mixture of desire as you felt your abdomen tense and that coil from earlier was back but tightening harder. You pulled back for air as his lips attached themselves to your neck biting down enough to make a whimper come out louder than intended.

His cock was thick and each time he decided to thrust up particularly hard it had a deep spot inside of you that made you black out temporarily, and this time it caused you to explode. Your orgasm hit you hard, lips parting but no sound coming out and body slumping forward, the feeling didn’t wanna leave as he moved his hands to your ass lifting you up and down at a slower pace riding your orgasm out. Your breathing was erratic and somehow your hair managed to frizz as you kissed the side of his mouth before hitting his lips again.

“Thats it such a Good Girl.” The praise came after you pulled away, your head on his shoulder facing his neck as he held you up before he lifted his hips thrusting upwards. One of his hand held you as he kept his rhythm and the other grabbed your chin pulling your face to his. “Look at me.” Your eyes landed on his and he forcefully smashed his lips into your for a quick second before he watched your face contort in blissful pain as you became overstimulated.

You could tell he was close and you glanced down at the lewd connection of your body parts. “Don’t pull out.” It was a shy mumbled but he heard and he smirked at you. “Want me to cum inside your tight cunt? Hm? Whadd’ya think, leakin’ with my cum walkin around with it. Get you all round with my baby, what would your dad think?” The troubling thought as wrong as it was caused you to clench around him and he groaned but a chuckle broke through it.

He hadn’t intended on pulling out anyway, but to hear it leave your lips it spurred him on more and before you knew it- you felt warm inside as he breathed heavily leaning back against his seat still all the way inside of you. Drops of cum leaked out onto your thighs as your head went back to resting against his shoulder.

It was a comforting moment of silence as you both caught your breath before he helped you lean up and he slipped right out, two fingers slid through your folds and collected stray drops of cum pushing them back in and you sucked in a harsh breath, he leaned forward kissing your chest before pulling your dress back up and allowing it to fall back over your most intimate parts, parts he now seen up close and parts he worshiped, parts you wouldn’t mind having touched over and over by him.

He gently helped you back into your seat kissing your forehead as you crossed your legs, when he looked at you the faint blush returned to your cheeks and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out your mouth and he smiled at the simple sound leaving your mouth. He grabbed your hand tightly and brought it to the center console still holding it and rested it there as he put the car back in gear and started driving down the road.

The questions you thought about could wait, your mind was still a bit hazy.

You’d just worry about everything by tomorrow.

୭𓄹⩩ ♡̷͎ ˖𓍯ζ

no longer a series ♡̷͎

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 40 to 56.

Here are my picks for Dec 27th 2024, please go give them a read:

The Exit Strategy by @waynes-multiverse - Russell is ready to hang it all up and retire, open up a brewery, and enjoy the rest of his civilian life. However, there’s one important thing missing before he can take the big plunge. Luckily, he knows just the right person to help him find it. (Russell Shaw x Reader, Tracker) Wake Up Call by @dixons-sunshine - Mornings had never been Steve’s thing. Unless he had somewhere he needed to be, he did not like being woken up. However, waking up to you first thing in the morning was definitely something that he wasn’t against. (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader, Stranger Things)

Winter in Volterra by @agirllovespancakes - Bella watches Renesmee doing a snowball fight with Volturi guards. (Twilight) the feel of your arms by @briseroyawritingsblog (Old Man!Logan x Female!Reader, MCU) No One by @justwhisperingfantasies (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys) Rainy Reunion by @gloomwitchwrites (Aragorn x Female!Reader, LOTR)

Some Kind of Love by @blackleatherjacketz (Sonny Carisi x Reader, Law & Order: SVU) Dark Desire by @defenderrosetyler (Duby, Supernatural) Christmas Card by @bullet-prooflove - Bobby still keeps the very first Christmas card he got in LA. (Bobby Nash x Reader, 911) Restless Man by @luci-in-trenchcoats - A week after Beau’s kidnapping, the reader is grateful to find him in mostly one piece. But Beau’s more shook up than she could have imagined and when emotions are high, who knows what might get revealed… (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky)

To be loved by you by @caplanbuckybarnes - He confesses a deep secret to her. (Draco x Luna, Harry Potter) Screwed Up and Brilliant by @writella - Negan is ready for you. Daryl isn’t; and maybe he’ll never be. Negan makes that clear to you tonight. (Negan Smith x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead) Day Nine - Frozen by @ohtobeleah - Jake is so intoxicated he forgets he played a life-threatening prank on you. Leaving you to freeze, for hours. (Jake Seresin x Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader, Top Gun Franchise) [please read Warnings first!] Just Us by @arctickat2400 (Tom Felton x Reader, RPF)

New Year's Kiss by @romancingromanoff (Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, MCU) Lighthouse by @nescaveckwriter - Line: Tree, Clock, Rope (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Careless Accidents by @mostly-imagines - aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed (Jason Todd x Female!Reader, DCU)

Unholy by @the-lone-writer94 - Reimagined story based on the motel scene in the Herogasm episode. Whilst Soldier Boy is adjusting to being back, he is currently holed up in a motel as he awaits for Butcher and Hugie. However, something comes up and Butcher needs someone to watch Soldier Boy. Which comes in Jessica, she’s a private investigator, she’s hot-tempered and tough, will she and Soldier Boy be able to be in the same room as each other? Because even she can’t deny that Soldier Boy is hot. (Soldier Boy x Female!OC, The Boys) Only you by @cheynovak (Cordell Walker x Reader, Walker) Run by @inez-winchester-cameron - After running into a dark room, you end up in the hands of the Winchesters, one soulless and one a demon (Soulless!Sam x Reader x Demon!Dean, Supernatural)

Our Little Secret by @bunnysbrainrot - Knowing your impatience between your intimate encounters, Joel gives you a sweet reminder of who belongs between those thighs of yours. (dbf!Joel Miller x Female!Reader, The Last of Us) Piece of jewelry by @percywinchester27 (Danneel Ackles x Reader, RPF) Midnight Espresso by @zepskies - You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson. (Dean Winchester x Plus Size Latina!Reader, Supernatural)

The Best Weekend of Your Life by @deanwanddamons - You are obsessed with Supernatural and go to a convention with your best friend. You are 100% a Dean girl while your friend is a Sam girl. Both Jensen and Jared are single in this. You both catch the guys attention and things go from there. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) A Peaceful Dream by @wayward-dreamer - Bucky and Y/N have a much needed date night, resulting in a little fun in the kitchen. Later, after experiencing a nightmare, Bucky comforts his daughter and helps her come to terms with it. (Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, MCU) Elevator Encounter by @winchesterwild78 (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Territorial Pissing by @thoughtslikeaminefield - My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader x Billy Butcher, The Boys) It's All Coming Back To Me Now by @sams-sass - You are falling for Sam until Swan Song happens, but there is something you don't know. (Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Runnin' by @b3autyfuld1sast3r - Russell Shaw illicits the help of a spitfire civilian to help him track down his missing brother, Colter. Distractions are something he doesn't need…or so he thought. (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader, Tracker) Paschal Moon by @kickingitwithkirk - Jensen finds crossing the tracks isn’t always a bad thing (Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader, RPF)

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - Reader is a secretary at the Hawkin's Sheriff's Department and Jim Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when reader does not come out of her home, and when he finds out she is sick, he decides to take care of her. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things (Jim Hopper x Female!Reader, Stranger Things) A Dragon's Glory by @syrma-sensei (Daemon Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, House of the Dragon) Fated by @nightxcreature - reader is struggling with a decision about her life and who is in control of it. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) The Trouble With Co-Stars by @janicho88 - Filming has just wrapped on season 2 and you are leaving Vancouver for the summer. Summer is busy with a movie you are excited to be working on, even though it’s going to take you away from someone special to you. He has his own movie to film in California. That’s not a big deal right? Meeting new people can be a good thing for both of you, or not. (Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader, RPF) Ambitious by @chevroletdean (Dean Winchester x Female!OC, Supernatural)

Untitled Beau drabble by @beauswhore (Beau Arlen x GN!Reader, Big Sky) Special by @decaf-mother - You mean the world to him but he's not sure he deserves you. (Josh Washington x Female!Reader, Until Dawn) Unpunishable by @eepwtf - soldier boy boarding school au! x catholic boy (Soldier Boy x Male!Reader, The Boys) Untitled by @sp1dermann0 - Having sex in the back of Dean’s car (Dean Winchester x GN!Reader, Supernatural)

Prompt 6 by @sweetcocopowder - You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal. (Crossroads Demon!Dean x Male!Reader, Supernatural) admirer by @nesnejwritings - Mornings were easy and they always gave you a chance to admire your favorite green-eyed hunter (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) My heart skips a beat by @cevansbaby-dove - When Glen is at a red carpet event he just can't take his eyes off you… (Glen Powell x Reader, RPF) Be My Baby by @foxyjwls007 - Prompt Song: Be My Baby (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Dance with me... by @flowery-mess - given song: under the tree - sam palladio (Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader, Top Gun Franchise) Don't tell me you love me by @justagirlinafandomworld - Castiel shares his feelings with you. What ensues, even you can’t predict. (Castiel x Reader, Supernatural)

Round and Round We Rendezvous by @talltalesandbedtimestories - You’re on a Girls Trip to Vegas and meet a certain hunter at the buffet. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Grace and Immortality by @alexsoenomel - Reminiscing on old childhood memories while on a case with Sam. (Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Earn It by @angelbabyyy99 - You hated Ben. His crappy personality, the whole nine yards, but you couldn’t help being attracted to it. (Soldier Boy x Curvy!Reader, The Boys) Recurrence by @jessjad - Sometimes the past comes back unexpectedly. But it's on you to decide if you let it get to you. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

What he doesn't know by @pamwritessometimes - You’re hiding two dangerous secrets from Sam. Little did you know, he’s just uncovered one, but it’s not the one you think. (Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader, Supernatural) How To Train Your Demon by @thesilmarillionblog - Dean is consumed by darkness, and your body is consumed by his. He wants you to realize that his new self is superior and demands that you enjoy his demon form. (Demon!Dean x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Touch of Nature by @inknopewetrust - You connect with Benedict at one of Henry Granville's parties and the rest is history. (Benedict Bridgerton x Male!Reader, Bridgerton) Hello Nurse by @kittenofdoomage - Someone’s gotta go undercover as a nurse, and for once, it’s not the reader drawing the short straw (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) You Scare Me, Professor by @joelswritingmistress - The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. (Joel Miller x Female!Reader, The Last of Us) Smarty Pants by @lanadelnegan - Negan shows his appreciation after you explain how to make a bullet. (Negan Smith x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead) Storm Warning by @writercole - Tyler returns to a town he hasn’t seen in three years. He didn’t expect much excitement. He could never have expected what he found. (Tyler Owens x Reader, Twisters)

Looking for more? Please check out my fic rec lists and writers rec lists (1, 2, 3). I do have some things to update like the Beau stories list, Alec, Russell, Jensen, Soldier Boy, Dean, etc (and I promise I will when I hopefully get more time in January) and I do have some more coming out like for Joe Velasco, Bobby Reyes, Law & Order: SVU, LOTR, etc.

In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse even more stories that are on my reading lists, please check out @biggerbearsreads and @tbbrebloglibrary (which will eventually take place of the 1st - tbbrl will be more organized by tags, etc) or you can check out @biggerbearficrecs.

Here it is, the last post for the holiday season. Starting next week, the #'s will most likely go back down to in between 10-20. I hope you all have a wonderful new year and rest of your holiday season/vacation!!! ❤️

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here to reblog:

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[crossroadsangel67]

🤍 MASTERLIST 🤍

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU…

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

- ship w*ncest or any other form of inc3st

- hate gay people lol i’m gay as fuck

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

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

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

IN THE WORKS

- dom!dean fucking the reader over a pool table

- dbf!dean x reader

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

- dean and the reader in the backseat of the impala

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

ONE-SHOTS / DRABBLES

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

somnophilia, 18+ (dean winchester x reader)

REQUESTS

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

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

AESTHETIC BOARDS

christmas as dean winchester’s lover

dean and castiel winchester, destiel day 2024

[tldix]

do i wanna know?

chapter 2.

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : mature 18+, dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk, alcohol consumption, talk of abusive relationship, (there’s probably more) (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

dean winchester x f!reader

after dinner, as promised you were heading upstairs to “fetch your guitar” as your dad told you. you loved him oh so dearly but you were not a dog & he found it hilarious when you reminded him of that. he was holding back tears when dean said “but you still fetch”. chuck damn this man got under your skin.

dean was relentlessly teasing you as always, even your dad joining in with him. you figured, after we eat he’ll head home. he won’t stay, he won’t wanna hear about you being in college anymore & he definitely wouldn’t wanna hear you play guitar & he DEFINITELY didn’t wanna hear you sing but no. boy were you wrong, as soon as the opportunity bestowed itself your dad sang like a canary reminding you of this promise.

as you climb the stairs. your slippers shuffle on the hardwood, the familiar break of the 5th step grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized. you pass by the pictures on the stairs. holding a life that felt both distant & ever-present. there you were on your 8th birthday with the biggest toothy grin, a cake infront of you burnt a bit but your dads big eyes were on you. the one next to it is a picture of your dad, sam, & dean leaning against the impala with a beer in hand. your gaze lingered on a picture of you & cas at the aquarium. cas. oh my gosh why haven’t you called him & let him know you were home? cas was a few years younger than sam. making him the closest to your age but old enough to still stick around your dads group. he was your ultimate bestfriend, having movie nights & him being the only one willing to make the 2 hour commute to the drive in. hell he’s your concert/festival buddy. you smile to yourself, maybe it won’t be so bad being back. wait fuck no you’re literally having to play the guitar & sing, right now. not just infront of your dad but dean too? the man who never let anything slide ever? someone had to have cursed you, maybe you should check around for hex bags.

you trudge through your bedroom door, sighing as you grab your guitar case. you open it, the strings glimmer in the dim light. perfectly intact, you glance around your room, praying you’ll find any excuse not to do this. i mean you could ‘accidentally’ cut one of these very strings on your guitar but they’re a bitch to replace so you decided that wouldn’t be happening. plus, the way their gleaming you couldn’t bare to do it. a sudden stomach ache? to obvious. starting a fire? okay yeah that’s a bit extreme. you sigh once more when you realize, there really is no way of getting out of this. i mean sure you could’ve said no, but then your dad would know for some unbeknownst reason you were nervous-

“sticks you coming or what?”

dean yells up the stairs. jesus christ this man. can he not let you gather courage in peace? does he not- nevermind.

“i’m comin” you yell back, you push down the burning feeling of nerves threatening to spill over. you sigh as you make your way back down the hall, gripping your guitar case until your knuckles turned white. you glance once again at the photos. making yourself a mental note that as soon as dean left you were calling cas. if it wasn’t too late maybe you could watch a mov-

“there she is, again.” dean said, his grin smug as ever. “ready to blow our minds?”

“i’m reconsidering everything that led up to this moment actually” you muttered as you trudge past him to the back door.

dean followed, clearly relishing in your discomfort. “what’s the matter? stage fright? didn’t peg you for a quitter”

“dean i swear-“

“swear all you want sweetheart, you’re still playing”

your dad peeked his head out from the kitchen as he says “we’re heading to the back patio”

“dad the neighbors” you turn to him, horrified “what is this, a private concert? yall just have vip?”

dean clapped his hand on your shoulder as he passed you by “relax, Freud. you’re among friends. probably. & me”

you groaned out but followed them out to the patio, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you desperately tried to calm your nerves. dean sat in one of the patio chairs, stretching out like he owned the place. your dad grabbed a beer & settled in next to deans both of them looking far too comfortable for your liking. could they not see you’d rather be skinned alive than have to go through this? the porch light cast a warm glow, & the faint hum of crickets & your heart that was beating 1000 mphs was filling the silence. you set your guitar case down on the patio with a heavy sigh

“alright” you said flipping open the latches. “but if this goes horribly wrong & the police show for disturbing the peace, it’s y’all’s fault”

dean smirked leaning forward slightly “oh no pressure sticks. it’s not like this is your audition for americas got talent or anything”

“oh my god would you stop calling me that? it’s bad enough dads got the whole town doing it” you snapped, pulling your guitar from its case.

“not a chance” dean said, his grin widening.

your dad cuts in “hey now i’ve been calling you sticks since you were 9, when you decided you could teach yourself drums in the garage”

“& shattered 3 pair of drumsticks in a week” dean chuckles as he adds

you glare at them as you adjust the straps on your guitar “you two are the absolute worst”

“we try” dean said, leaning back as he tips his imaginary hat

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you settled onto the edge of the chair, letting the guitar rest on your knee as you strummed a few cords tuning. you could feel their eyes on you— your dad filled with pride & deans filled with that infuriating mix of amusement & curiosity.

“so what are we getting?” your dad asked, taking a swig of beer.

“yeah Freud” dean said, leaning back with a smirk “you gunna sing to us bout repressed feelings or something deep & angsty?”

you glared at him “you’d be surprised how much psychology comes up in music actually”

dean raised an eyebrow “oh im sure you’re about to educate us”

“just shut up & listen, or is that not something you’re capable of?” you smirk, you shake your head & positioned your fingers on the strings.

as you began to play, the initial nerves started to subside. the opening cords of Please Be Rude - Gigi Perez started to play. you start the opening of the song

It's easy runnin' through your hair

Like fields of poppies in salt air

You said to me that you won't share

And I said, "I would never dare"

I stared at you the way I do

When I want somethin' else from you

You say, "Don't you go beg and plead, " and

You booked the night train for a reason

you glance up, meeting your fathers eyes as you continued to sing. he leaned back with a grin so wide, it could only be known as the smile of a proud parent. but when your eyes met deans, his reaction surprised you. his usual smirk had faded, replaced by something quieter. more intent. he wasn’t teasing anymore, he was actually listening so you continued.

I think I've seen this love before

I think I've seen this love before

Oh, she was hangin' 'round my block

And now she's walkin' through my door

Oh yeah, I've seen this face before

I think I've seen this face before

Oh, she was walkin' 'round my block

And now she's comin' through

you find yourself lightly tapping your guitar, losing yourself in the song as you often times found yourself doing. your dads eyes started to water, as dean kept his intense stare locked on you. a glimmer of admiration deep in his eyes.

My interest is to lay with you

To laugh and have nothin' to do

How else can it be proven to you

That I'm devout? I spill right out

My interest is to bathe with you

To soak you in and let it stew

And if I tell you something rude

Then drain me out, and please be rude

when you finished the last note lingering in the air, the silence that followed was thick with something you couldn’t quite place.

your dad, of course broke it first “damn sticks that was—“ he paused searching for the right words “was really something”

you looked down, suddenly shy under his praise “thanks dad”

dean was quieter, & when you dared to glance at him. you caught another faint glimmer of admiration? he masked it quickly, of course.

“not bad Freud” he said his tone casual, but there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “could use a cow bell though”

you rolled your eyes “God, you’re impossible”

dean chuckled, leaning back again “& you’re fun to mess with”

your dad stood up, clapping a hand on your shoulder “i’m gunna grab another beer, you two want anything?”

dean waved him off “i’m good”

you shook your head, & your dad disappeared inside. leaving you alone yet again with dean

the silence between you stretched for a moment before dean spoke “you’re damn good ya know?”

you blinked, caught off guard “what?”

“the singing. the guitar.” he gestured vaguely. “you got talent, don’t let your old man take all the credit just cause he got you started”

your cheeks warmed, you busied yourself with your guitar strap “thanks. that means a lot winchester.”

dean nodded as his smirk slipped back on his face, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long before he looked away. “just don’t let it go to your head, Freud”

& there it was- the teasing. again. but this time it was different. softer. like there was something unspoken beneath it. just out of reach.

before you could say anything, your dad appeared again. another beer in hand as he says

“alright now who’s up for round 2”

dean shot you a grin “i think Freud here can handle another set”

you groaned “you’re relentless”

“& you love it” dean shot back, leaning back in his chair with a grin

you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips yet again because of Dean Winchester. maybe home wouldn’t be so bad after all

——————

the sun beamed straight through the cracks in your curtains, far too bright for the hour. you groaned & buried your face in your pillow, willing the day to give you just a few more minutes of peace. but the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand was relentless, a reminder of the promise you made.

Bobby. 11 am. shift.

you rolled over with a sigh, squinting at the screen. it wasn’t even 9 yet, but you knew better than to push your luck with Bobby Singer. he might treat you like the granddaughter he never had but, that definitely didn’t mean he’d go easier on you for being late. Bobby ran the towns best (& only) diner. he’s won many of the awards at the county fair for his food, his company was just a plus. especially if you happened to have the nickname sticks. anyone who knew bobby, knew about you & jp. & maybe that’s why you weren’t slightly worried a bit about your shift this morning

dragging yourself out of bed, you stumbled towards the bathroom, still half-asleep as the shower sputtered to life, your mind wandered back to the night before.

Dean.

you groaned again but this time for an entirely different reason. he had stayed way longer than expected, lingering even after your dad went to bed. the two of you ended up sitting outside for awhile, trading sarcastic comments under the stars. his knee would slightly brush yours ever once in a while, he had a smile you’d never seen before across his face. his gorgeous green eyes were seem-lessly dancing through the moonlight as you talked. he told you stories about his youth, when he ran around with your dad. when he tried & ultimately failed at his super cool firefighter dream then ultimately decided to start the mechanic shop with your dad. it was odd, dean was always around in your childhood. always in the background. you never heard much about his life before, you knew he didn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents, he moved out with only his car & sammy. you also found out sam had successfully started & is running his own law firm, which was totally not shocking but the joy you felt for him wasn’t dimmed a bit.

but now, oh no now your thoughts are drifting to things they should absolutely never drift too. deans perfect round pink lips, the way they seemed mesmerizing in the light with beer glistening off them. how perfect they’d feel-

no stop. you can’t think that. this is your dads bestfriend. plus you had enough shit going on anyways, like this stupid fucking wedding you just got told about. could they not of got married before you got back? okay yeah that probably would’ve hurt more. ugh. then cas. fuck, cas. after dean finally left last night, you were so exhausted you completely forgot to call him. he was probably fuming. cas was absolutely never one to hold grudges but he wasn’t going to let this one slide as easily. you roll your eyes at yourself as you slip out of the shower.

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by the time you arrived to bobby’s diner, coffee in hand, it was 10:45. early enough to dodge his wrath, but just barely.

“there you are sticks” bobby called from behind the counter, his gruff voice carrying over the don of clinking plates & clatter. he adjusted his cap as he gave you a mock glare “thought maybe you forgot how to tell time”

you jokingly roll your eyes “it’s not even 11 yet pops” you pointed out, sliding behind the counter & grabbing an apron.

“should’ve been here at 10” he shot back, but his tone softened as he added “you eat yet?”

you shook your head & bobby pushed a plate of toast & scrambled eggs toward you “eat. can’t have you keening over on the clock”

you smiled, warmth blooming through your chest. bobby always pretended to be grumpy but you always knew better.

“thanks grandpa” you teased, grabbing a bite before tying the apron.

“watch it.” bobby muttered, but you could see the faint twitch of a smile.

—————

the morning passed quickly, you fell into routine almost too easily. the familiar rhythm of the diner keeping you busy. you were refilling coffee cups & wiping down tables when you heard it. the familiar sound of that engine whistling through the air. a sound you’d know anywhere.

you didn’t even have to look up, never even glanced at the door to know who it was.

Dean.

of course. oh Sam too, you whipped your head around as Sam’s eyes met yours. he carried a childlike grin as he approached, you walked around the counter setting down the coffee pot as you wrapped your arms around him. he laughed

“sticks my god how are you?”

he was dressed in a nice suit, something you imagined he’d now have to wear to work. you bit back a giggle as he put you down, letting yourself really take him in for the first time. he had more wrinkles around his eyes but it was still the same sam.

“i’m good sammy, congrats on the firm by the way”

he smiles widely as Dean cut in

“well, well” he said as his gaze board into you “didn’t know Freud moonlighted as a waitress”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow “& here i thought you had better things to do than bother me”

“better? sure” dean said, sliding into the stool beside sam. when did he find a seat? you walk over grabbing your pad as you pull out your pen “but definitely not as entertaining”

bobby emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. he looked between the two of you shaking his head as he shoots a brow sam

“if you two are don’t flirtin i need someone to grab the delivery from the back”

your face burned, oh no “pops were not-“

dean interrupted with a wide grin “flirting? nah bobby, this is just foreplay”

“dean!” you hissed, your voice a sharp whisper.

bobby let out a gruff laugh & disappeared back into the kitchen “better not let Jp hear that”

& just like that you were retreating to the back to grab these “deliveries”

—————

the rest of the shift went by in a blur, dean hanging around longer than you expected. he parked himself at the counter, sam leaving not long after he finished eating. muttering his goodbyes before shooting dean a look of confusion. dean was comfortable to say the least, stealing bites of the order of fries you had benny fix you. tossing comments your way whenever you passed by.

by the time 3 o’clock lunch rush came through, you & dean found yourself sitting in a booth sharing sandwiches bobby threw together. how could something he just threw together be so delicious?

“so” dean said leaning back in his seat “you ever gunna call cas or are you just planning on leaving him in the dark until he comes in here himself or worse your welcome home party he’s getting invited too?”

you groaned, letting your head fall back “i forgot, okay? i was tired last night”

“tired, huh?” dean smirked, taking a bite of his sandwich “didn’t seem too tired when you were serenading me & your dad”

“that’s uh different” you muttered as you fiddled with the crust of your bread.

“uh-huh” deans tone was teasing, but his gaze was steady as he said “you know he’s gunna chew you out right?”

you groan “oh boy do i know it. i promise i’ll call him tonight”

“good” dean said, his smirk softening just slightly. “wouldn’t want him thinking you run off & forgot about him”

you throw your hand to your chest in mock defensive as you giggle “oh i could never”

——————

by the time your shift ended, you were exhausted but oddly content. dean had stuck around until the very end of your shift, much to bobby’s amusement & your annoyance. insisting it was just his “off day” when you questioned.

as you climbed into your car, you caught dean leaning against his impala. watching you with a look that was impossible to read.

“see you around Freud” he called out before you started your car

you rolled your eyes as you rolled down your window, a small smile tugging at your lips “yeah, yeah, try not to miss me too much”

as you pulled out of the lot, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between you & dean — or maybe you were completely fucking delusional that your dad bestfriend would ever want you on that way.

———————

the smell of hot chocolate drifted through the air as you sat criss-crossed on your bed, phone in hand. it was almost 10 & guilt gnawed as you for not calling Cas sooner. you tapped his name in your contacts & hit the call button, bracing yourself for the storm you knew was coming.

he picked up on the third ring. “you finally remembered i exist huh?” cas said, his tone sharp but tinged with warmth.

you winced “i know, i know, im the worst. i mean to call last night but-“

“but dean & your dad kept you up with their antics” cas interrupted sighing heavily “bobby told me”

you paused “wait a minute you talked to bobby?”

“well it’s weird not hearing you call him pops but uh of course i did.” he replied “someone had to make sure you got home safely since you apparently forgot how phones work”

his tone was scolding, but you could hear the worry buried beneath it. you smiled despite yourself “i’m sorry cas, really. i missed you.”

there was a pause on the other side before he replied, softer this time “i missed you too bug”

your smile grew “ahhh there it is. i was waiting on it”

“what me calling you bug? yeah you’d hear it a lot more if you reached out”

you find yourself throwing yourself back on your bed. “well i’m here now, you won’t be able to escape me. i’ll make it up to you anyway.” you promised “when are we having a movie night?”

“soon” he said, his tone brightening. “but first, i’ll see you bright & early”

“uh why?”

“well your welcome home party tomorrow of course”

“tomorrow?”

“yeah tomorrow bug. ill see you then”

————————

the next day your days house was a flurry of activity. your dad had gone out though, truly. stringing up lights & setting up tables. dean rolled in his prized grill with a dramatic flair.

“behold” dean said, waving a hand at the grill as if it was a masterpiece painted by Picasso. “the key to this party’s success”

“you’re really milking this aren’t you?” you teased, crossing your arms over your pale blue sundress as you watched him set up.

he glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips “just giving the people what they want Freud”

your dad appeared from the house, carrying a cooler full of beer “you’re lucky my daughter puts up with your nonsense winchester”

dean grinned “oh cmon, she loves it”

“do not” you muttered, but the smile tugging at your lips threatened to betray you.

the party was in full swing by the time bobby arrived, followed closely by cas & sam. then finally charlie. cas wrapped you into a tight hug, the second he saw you. muttering something about how much of a pain in his ass you were but his smile & the warmth in his eyes told otherwise.

sam, ever the gentle giant gave you a warm hug & handed you a small bag. “just something i thought you’d like” he said.

you smiled widely as you opened it, the glint of silver flashing in your eyes as you open it to see a charm bracelet. a guitar being the only charm on it

“i figured you could add more too it”

you smile widely as you clasp it over your wrist,

you meet sam’s eyes as you give him another hug “oh sammy i love it. thank you”

cas didn’t leave your side for the first hour of the party, the two of you catching up over little things like where he works now. if he’s been seeing anyone came up once but he confessed he hasn’t. the conversation picked back up as you shared old inside jokes that weren’t just movie quotes

“ya know when sam gave you that i was biting my tongue so hard trying not to say “what’s in the box”

you chuckled as you nudged his side “brad pitt huh?”

another few minutes pass & you find yourself deeply engrossed in telling cas the story about how 2 years ago you placed a record in some run down bar in cali for riding a mechanical bull. you were telling him how badly your thighs hurt the next as you suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring seemingly straight through you.

you glance up, seeing your dad talking to bobby, sam & charlie talking amongst themselves as some of your dads other coworkers played cornhole. dean stood by the grill, flipping burgers with a little more force than necessary. his jaw was tight, & his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he glanced between you & cas.

“everything okay over there?” you called out to him, tilting your head a bit.

dean looked up, his smirk back in place but his voice carried an edge. “just making sure you ain’t hogging all my buddy cas’ attention”

cas raised an eyebrow “i’m simply catching up & hearing all about my bestfriends college stories. don’t you have some burgers to burn dean?”

you bit back a laugh as you forced a gulp of beer down, but dean didn’t seem the slightest bit amused. “burgers are fine” he muttered, turning back to the grill with a whisper of a “bestfriend, yeah right”

cas gave you a knowing look that made you arch your eyebrow but he chose to say nothing, his hand briefly brushing yours as he passed you a drink. the warmth of his gesture wasn’t lost on you, but neither was the way dean kept sneaking glances & glaring at cas.

———————

dean physically couldn’t help his eyes moving your & cas’ way every 30 seconds. he tried to focus on the burgers, even offering small comments to your dad or bobby when they joked. his breath got caught in his throat when he noticed you & cas were gone, he only started breathing again when he realized you had decided to stop standing & move to a table. you were sitting there, right in front of cas. laughing at some dumb question he had, the sound carrying all the way over to where dean was flipping burgers. that should be his jokes your laughing at, you should be smiling like that at him, briefly touching his hand-

“you know” sam voice broke through his thoughts “if you stare any harder you may actually burn the food”

dean glanced up sharply finding his brother standing nearby, holding a drink & wearing amused expression.

“what the hell are you talkin bout sammy?” dean muttered, yet again flipping a burger with unnecessary force.

sam raised an eyebrow “you’ve been watching her like a hawk the whole night & i know it’s not because you wanna see that pretty bracelet i got her”

“have not.” dean said, his tone was defensive his jaw tightening.

“uh-huh” sam smirked, taking a swig of his beer “so the constant glaring at cas is just a coincidence?”

dean scoffed “i am not glaring at cas”

“sure you’re not” a new voice chimed in, dean turned to see charlie approaching, her grin wide & mischievous. “but if looks could kill, dear god we’d be planning a funeral tonight”

dean groaned “don’t you have someone else to pester?”

“not when this is 1000x more fun” charlie said crossing her arms. “seriously dean, you’re jealous. it’s adorable”

“i’m not jealous” dean snapped, just when he thought he was in the clear he felt the tips of his ears burning. fuck. that didn’t go unnoticed by sam.

charlie turned to sam, her eyes twinkling. “he’s totally jealous”

“oh absolutely” sam said, nodding with a smirk.

dean threw his hands up “damnit okay fine but you two are the fuckin worst”

charlie leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you know, if you actually told her how you feel, you wouldn’t have to stand here sulking because she’s talking to cas”

dean scoffs “i’m not sulking & im not telling her. Jp would kill me”

“dean” sam cut in, his tone gentle but firm. “it’s okay to admit you care bout her. but you’re really gunna have to stop acting like you don’t”

dean sighed, running a hand through his hair as he utters “you guys don’t get it. Jps my bestfriend. if i screw this up-“

“then don’t screw it up. be honest for once.” charlie said simply. like it was the easiest thing in the fuckin world.

dean decided against responding & digging himself into a hole he couldn’t get out of. instead he let his gaze wander back to where you & cas where sitting, your laugh lighting up every dark piece of him.

——————

hell. this was hell. some fucking coworker of your fathers deemed it be his responsibility to tell you any & everything that was going on in town. you were just praying he’d leave out the obvious details you didn’t wanna hear again, but again when did things ever go your way? maybe you really should be checking for hex bags.

“so you hear bout Jo & Colt getting engaged?”

you froze for a fraction of a second, you knew it was coming. it was inevitable, this was a small town after all so it really shouldn’t be shocking to have to hear this over & over again. when people got married it was a big deal, you just wished this one instance it wasn’t.

“oh? good for them”

“yeah.” the man said, completely oblivious to the tension suddenly creeping into your posture. “seen her & colter the other day at the grocery store. she’s expecting, seems like the married life oughta suit em well”

cas shifted slightly next to you, his hand gripping yours under the table. he knew. he always knew. there was no hiding your feelings from him.

“didn’t realize you were still in touch with her after you left for college, she took over her moms bar”

you just nodded. she always wanted that bar, it was her daddy’s before her moms & when he passed you thought everything else would follow. that’s why jo liked staying with you so much, her mom was too busy at the bar most nights so she’d come over & you, her & your dad would all pile up & do whatever your little hearts wanted. guess time changes people, because now her little heart wants your cheating abusive ex & your little heart wants your dads bestfriend. you felt a flash of heat cross over your face as you quickly averted your gaze downwards, no no no. you cannot think like that

“we’re not.” you muffled out, the swallowed the bitter edge in your tone “not really”

the man seemed to notice he’d touched something sensitive & gave you a gruff polite smile. “didn’t mean to stir up anything kid. sorry. i’ll uh im gunna go find jp to bother”

you uttered “you didn’t it’s fine” as he walked away but cas caught your eye, giving you a sideways glance, his expression carefully neutral. regardless you knew it would come up eventually, probably later when it was just the two of you.

————————

as the evening wore on, you started gravitating to the porch steps again needing a moment to yourself. away from the noise, you sat down. staring at the stars, the sound of the part fading into the background.

dean appeared beside you a moment later, two beers in hand “mind if i join you?”

you shrugged, & he settled in next to you. his shoulder slightly brushing yours

“your dads in rare forum tonight” dean said glancing back towards the yard where Jp was laughing with sam & bobby. his face beat red from the alcohol & tears streaming down his face from the bellyache laugh

“he always is at these type of things” you replied; your voice quieter now.

dean studied your expression for a moment, contemplating on bringing it up then decides to just usher it out “you seemed… off? earlier. when jo got brought up”

you stiffened but didn’t glance at him “it’s nothing”

“sure doesnt look like nothing” he said, his voice softening & there was no evidence of teasing in his tone.

you hesitated, the words caught in your throat. you promised yourself dean wouldn’t see the after effects of this god awful relationship. even after discovering your bestfriend was now part of the cause too. it was obvious dean already knew what was up, but the way dean was speaking to you now. it was almost - safe? grounding even? whatever it was, it made you let your guard down

“they’re getting married” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

dean didn’t need you to explain who “him”

was. he remembered the night you left him vividly, he remembered showing up to your dads the next day for work but seeing the sight of you he decided to just close shop for the day. the red rims around your eyes, the way he drug you around town just to get you out of the house. his jaw clenched, & he looked away. his fingers tightening & straining the glass of the beer bottle. “bastard never deserved you”

your chest tightened at his words, the weight of the past pressing down on you drastically. “maybe” you said softly, not letting your eyes leave the moon.

dean turned to you, seeing you in this light he felt a knot form him his throat. his expression was uncharacteristically serious. “definitely. no doubt bout it”

the intensity of his gaze made your heart race, & for a moment. just a moment you thought he might say something more, but then your dads voice called from the back of the yard & the moment was broken.

dean stood, rubbing the back of his neck “i should uh, get back to the grill”

as he walked away you couldn’t help but notice the way his shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself back. & you couldn’t help the jealousy you seen seeping through this eyes earlier was about more than just cas.

[joelsprettyprincess]

hii quick introduction:

im shay, been using tumblr for years but casually

i started this blog so i can share my worst thoughts about my favorite old men 🥰

be ready for uncensored thirst and delusion

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my fics:

Thank You, Mr. Miller (dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader)

Run, Rabbit, Run (low honor!Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

Taming of the Shrew (dark!Arthur Morgan x f!reader, mini-series)

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Bunny's Masterlist

Hi everybody! Below you'll find my works organized by fandom and character. Take a peek at the new WIP category - stay in the loop on what's coming up, and if it's not something you're itching to read, send in a request!

Supernatural: Dean Winchester: If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 1 If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 2 If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 3 Back Seat Guessing Game (ft. Sam) He Wants To Watch (ft. Sam) Discreet A Lesson in Manners Camgirl

Sam Winchester: Keep Watching No Vacancy - Day One No Vacancy - Day Two No Vacancy - Day Three Guessing Game (ft. Dean) He Wants To Watch (ft. Dean) Size Matters Research Sinners (Teaser)

Crowley: Your Rightful Place Fitting Room Vices and Virtues

Castiel: Obedience at Its Finest (Lucifer!Cas) Vices and Virtues

The Last of Us: Joel Miller But I'm Better (Series, DBF!Joel) Blood Flow Daddy's Girl The Real Thing Our Little Secret

Too Sweet (Series, Jackson!AU) Bourbon and Mead Unspoken Rules Friendly Competition

The Walking Dead: Negan Smith: Easy Access

Other: Pedro Pascal: Sway Coat Check

Sinners (Full) - Sam Winchester x Reader Unlike Your Brother - Sam Winchester x Reader A Lesson In Manners - Dean Winchester x Reader Step by Step - Dean Winchester x Reader

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╰┈➤ Smooth Operator | Dean Winchester x M!Reader

Summary - A game of pool, something that should be simple yet you somehow lose to Dean Winchester but not without a price, a dare is set in place which brings underlying feelings to fruition…

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If It’s Lovin’ That You Want | DBF!Rick Grimes x M!Reader

Summary - Fireworks were made for memories, something between you and Rick had grown, it began to fester and blossom into something that your dad would never agree with, he didn’t have to know, right?

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Get You | Mike Schmidt x Best F!M Reader

Summary - A phone call away and Mike couldn’t help himself, he was home alone and constantly craved to hear your voice, his bestfriend…his everything, he wouldn’t ever admit what he was up to on the other end though

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Bad Idea Right? | Bff’s Older Brother!Steve H x M!Reader

Summary - It was all talk amongst the youth populating the small town of Hawkins, with each moment you shared it began turning from pure innocence…Steve tries his very best to hold back, yet the fatal night approached and had the relationship you shared become something entirely different…

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