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The Best Laid Plans

Summary: Y/N has a plan to torment Jensen a little. But we all know what they say about the best laid plans.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: It's just smut. 😁 Teasing. Sexting. Slightly dom!Jensen & sub!reader. Semi-public nudity. Orgasm denial (sorta). Masturbation. (sorta). Dirty talk.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: So, I've been planning on writing something with this picture since it was released during JibCon 14. I have no idea what he was talking about, thinking about, or what was being discussed at this moment. So, context has been completely removed in deference to my lust-filled, trash-heap mind. So...enjoy, I hope! 😁❤️

A/N 2: As always this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

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He had plans for you. So. Many. Plans…

You had been teasing him for hours and hours, sending him naughty pics that he tried to ignore, but simply couldn’t. He opened your latest text on stage, knowing it was going to be filthy, but incapable of waiting. He let Misha answer the question while he pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked open the text.

You could see him struggling not to react. 

The photo had been taken from above. That had been a bit tricky to rig up. You’d been afraid someone would come in and think you were some creep trying to take pictures of people in the bathroom. But you’d managed to get the shot without an audience. 

The shot in question was of you in a bathroom stall, leaning against the door. Your tight sweater was pulled up and you gripped one fleshy breast in your hand, squeezing hard. Your short skirt was lifted, hips thrust forward while your hand was buried in your panties. Your head was thrown back, a look of ecstasy on your face, as you touched yourself.

At the bottom, in pink puffy letters, were the words, “Thinking of You.”

From the front row you watched Jensen shift restlessly on the tall stool he sat on, discreetly adjusting his jeans. His gaze found you in the audience, and he leveled a steely look your way. The look said he had plans for you. So. Many. Plans.

It was such a long panel after that. That look had shifted the game between you two. Now it was you who couldn’t sit still, shifting and trying to subtly press your thighs together. Every once in a while, Jensen stared you down again with another heated look and your core muscles clenched and your stomach almost ached with want. 

You’d never felt so empty, you were desperate to have him fill you up, and by the time the panel ended you were practically panting. You rose with everyone as they left to go to photo ops with the boys. But when you walked out of the auditorium, Jensen was there.

People shouted out greetings and he smiled and gave them a wave, but he quickly ushered you down the hallway, his hand possessively resting on the small of your back and propelling you forward.

He pushed you into an empty conference room. It was much smaller than the hall you’d come from, but still spacious. But when Jensen clicked the lock on the door, it seemed to shrink to a very tiny space, consisting of only the two of you and the air you breathed.

Jensen turned to face you and that same look was back in his eye. You let out a nervous giggle, anticipation singing in your veins. 

“Did you like the pictures?” You asked coyly.

Jensen smirked and shook his head. “Think you’re pretty funny, don’t you, baby? Trying to distract me on stage? Make me stumble over my words? Make me fight to stay calm? To do my damnedest not to get a fucking hard on in front of everyone?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah, it was fun. You should have seen your face.”

That expression was back, the one that said he was going to ruin you; god knew your panties were already ruined.

Jensen tilted his head and a devilish smile curved the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t you recreate that last picture for me now?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jensen’s voice was low and demanding, “go lean against that wall and pose for me. Just exactly how you did in that bathroom.”

You shook your head. The point had been to make him hot and bothered so he wouldn’t wait, wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you stupid the second he was off stage.

You started to protest. “But I-”

“Now.” His voice didn’t get any louder, but it was firm and hard and brooked no argument.

With butterflies in your stomach you moved over to get into the pose. Nerves made your hands shake as you lifted your sweater up and slid down a bra strap so you could pull out your right breast. 

Suddenly you were wondering; how strong was that door lock? How many people had keys? 

God! What if they have cameras monitoring the room? You thought frantically. 

But despite those worries you did as Jensen said, raising your skirt and slipping your right hand into your panties as your left hand crossed your body to take your tit into your palm and squeeze. 

A soft cry fell from your lips as your sensitive nipples reacted to the pressure.

“Perfect.” Jensen said quietly.

He moved over to pull a chair out from one of the tables, and sat down on it, crossing his legs to rest his ankle on his other knee. He folded his arms over his chest and just stared at you for nearly a full minute. You began to tremble slightly under his scrutiny. 

“Jensen?” You asked softly, slightly confused with his plan now.

Jensen held a finger up to his lips. “Shh! No talking sweetheart. I want you to show me what you were doing in that stall. Touch yourself. Rub your clit and tug on your nipple.”

“But I thought, I mean I want you to fuck me.” Your voice was a whine.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “I know what you want, baby. But you spent all morning and afternoon teasing me, so you don’t deserve to be fucked just yet.” He nodded at you. “Now, do as I say.”

With a little whimper you followed his instructions, rubbing your middle finger in circles on your clit and tugging roughly on your breast. Your breath caught as you chased your high and your head thumped back against the wall as you panted out your need. 

You started to slip your finger into your opening, but Jensen shook his head. “No!” He barked out. “I didn’t say you could fuck yourself. I said to touch yourself.”

You moaned out your misery. “I’m so empty, Jensen, please. I need you, need your cock to fill me up.” Your hips fucked the air, as your finger twirled around your clit. 

"Aww, poor baby.” Jensen teased you with a wicked smile. “Are you uncomfortable? Can’t find satisfaction when you’re aching for it? That must be tough.”

You knew you deserved the torture for all your impish delights throughout the day, but you still whimpered as you continued the torment on yourself.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and you squeaked, pulling your hand out of your panties and starting to adjust your clothes, but Jensen held up his hand, finger raised. “Don’t even think about it. Stay the way you were.”

“Jensen!” You whispered loudly.

He shot you a look that said, “obey” and you could only comply, resuming your previous position.

Jensen walked to the door and opened it slightly. Thankfully you could stay hidden on the other side of it.

The person on the other side sounded rushed. “Jensen, you’re supposed to be at your photo ops. They’re waiting for you.”

Jensen nodded. “K, give me just a second.” He closed the door and walked towards you. He reached forward and pushed your hand aside to rub you through your panties. You bit your lip hard to keep from moaning.

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. But I want to see you in this exact position when I get back.”

Your eyes got round and wide. “What? You can’t leave me here like this!” You squeaked at him in a pseudo-whisper. 

But he ignored you. “If I come back and you’ve moved, I’ll make sure you don’t come for days, I promise you that.”

“Jensen.” You whined. The idea of being left in this room, half naked and waiting for him to come back, had your slick dripping down your inner thigh.

He took his hand away from you and then leaned forward to kiss you swift and hard. He trailed his lips across your jaw and then whispered into your ear, his breath hot. 

“Can’t let my naughty girl get away with anything, can I? Be good, be patient, and when I get back in an hour, I’ll bend you over that table and fuck you till you can’t walk.”

He pulled back to see your face, and then bent forward and licked your lips open, kissing you again, deeper and more lingering. Before you could really be satisfied with it though, he stepped back from you.

He gave his head a shake. “God, I fucking love you like this, sweetheart. All desperate and dripping, and just aching for my cock.” He groaned lightly. “Trust me, this is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.”

With that he spun away from you and walked out the door, leaving you there to try and figure out just how your plan had backfired so magnificently.

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The proposition

Misha Collins x reader

Warnings: Sugar Daddy AU, age gap, daddy kink, smut, sexual things, first times, dirty talk, daddy dom, slightly little reader, anxiety and depression, mental health issues, swearing, feels

Have you seen the gifs of Misha as Harvey? HAVE YOU SEEN THE TITTIES ON THIS MAN, I mean….. man you could bite into that shit, the broadness mmhmm, the absolute unit on this man’s upper body is magnificent 👌🏻

Idk how the fuxk sugar daddy's work🤣

Also re-wrote it.

Honestly, you’re not sure what propelled you to do this, in fact, it was seriously stupid considering you had no idea what you were doing. Your best friend was on your bed by you, on her phone as you were.

“We should get sugar daddies,” she said and you laughed.

“Why so we can go shopping every day? We have anxiety” you stated and she huffed.

“Yes well, more money less anxiety” She grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Go ahead I’m happy where I am,” you said scrolling through TikTok.

“Mhm, for real though,” she said suddenly serious as she sat up. You frowned closing your phone and looking at her.

“I’ve done research,” she said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Research? On sugar daddies?” You said and she nodded.

“You’re serious?” You added and she nodded.

“I’ve already contacted one, we’re meeting this Friday,” she said and you stared baffled.

“You what?!” You said and she groaned.

“I knew this is how you’d react” you sighed flopping back on the bed.

“It’s a random rich guy!” You said and she ignored you.

“You’re so gonna get kidnapped, or killed! What if he’s a hitman?” You panicked and she gave you a raised eyebrow.

“I’m coming” you stated and she huffed.

“No you’re not” she sighed.

“Yes, I am! I’ll be suspiciously in the corner” you said.

“Hoodie and sunglasses” you added and she sighed.

“Fine you can come just in a different car and no suspicious clothes, wear something nice it’s an expensive restaurant” she said.

“I don’t have money for that!” You groaned.

“See!” She rolled her eyes.

“Fine give me some of your money,” you said turning on your phone again.

“I’m the sugar baby, not you, get your own” she huffed and you groaned.

“Ugh fine, look I’ll transfer some money to you, just order a drink or something at least” she sighed tapping on her phone dramatically.

“We’re gonna die” you groaned.

“We’re not gonna die, Jesus Christ” she shook her head.

“Go to sleep” she said turning her phone off and turning her back to you. You mumbled a ‘you go to sleep’ before turning off your phone and getting comfortable. Maybe a sugar daddy wouldn’t be so bad.

Friday came too quickly and you panicked as your best friend dressed up. She had heels, makeup a nice fancy dress and you contemplated jeans and a plain top.

“No,” she said suddenly throwing your clothes back in the tomboy and going to your wardrobe.

“I’m not the one meeting him!” You said.

“No, but you’re not a hobo,” she said.

“Could be” you grumbled as she picked out a nice dress you hadn’t worn in ages.

“Fine” you huffed taking it. You put some smaller heels on and struggled with them before putting on some makeup also.

“Do you have a purse?” She asked going through your wardrobe.

“I have a backpack?” You said and she shook her head before making a triumphant noise. She found an old small leather handbag in one of your boxes and chucked it at you.

“Shit,” you said failing at catching it.

“Come on we’re gonna be late” she said already heading out your door.

“Ok bye” you rolled your eyes taking one last look in the mirror.

You arrived in a separate Uber, and looking at the seriously fancy restaurant you felt seriously out of place. You groaned quietly, your friend had made a booking for you. You headed to the receptionist and said the name it was under before the woman led you to a small table nearby. You spotted your friend and an attractive older man with her. They’d already greeted and were in conversation. You tried not to be obvious with your hawk stare, every time the man looked over slightly you quickly snapped your head away and sipped your drink.

“You’re not very discreet” You jumped a mile at the voice and spilt drink on your dress. You cursed going to grab the small napkin only to be beaten. You looked up seeing a man there, he looked guilty as hell as he handed you the napkin and apologised.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as you soaked up the liquid.

“It’s ok” you muttered, it wasn’t really ok. Your best friend had glanced, but ignored. You liked this dress and now it was stained. No way your stain remover would get that out. You tried to keep it covered with the napkin but sighed. You frowned and froze though when a jacket went around your shoulders and covered the damage. You stared at the man who smiled apologetically.

“Misha,” he said and you frowned.

“My name” he chuckled and you made an ‘o’ face like an idiot.

“Sorry, Y/n,” you said and he held his hand out. You expected a handshake but instead, he kissed the back of your hand making you flush.

“Allow me to pay for a proper cleaning and a new drink,” he said and you just nodded too in a daze at the kiss.

“May I?” He asked pointing to your seat and you nodded.

“Don’t worry about cleaning or a drink it’s ok” you quickly said gaining your wits back.

“Please I insist, perhaps a lunch too?” He asked smiling.

“I can’t afford lunch, listen I’m just here as backup” you whispered and he raised an eyebrow intrigued.

“That’s why you keep watching the couple over there intently?” He chuckled softly.

“Not a couple, yet, I don’t know, she’s my best friend I said id watch her back” you spoke softly and he nodded.

“Though apparently me spilling my drink over my favourite dress is not important to her” you huffed leaning your arms on the table.

“Bitch” you mumbled and he laughed before you realised what you said.

“Sorry I’m so sorry, god” you groaned quietly wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“It’s ok” he smiled.

“I’m sorry about your dress again, and scaring you, I should’ve realised it was a serious job,” he said and you smiled shaking your head.

“I’m overprotective and the overthinker in this relationship” you chuckled.

“It’s good to be protective, overthink, not so much” he said and you nodded.

“Would you like to order?” The waiter came over again.

“No thank you” you smiled as he turned to the man across from you.

“My treat, can’t have you hungry on a mission” he smiled and you debated.

“I-“ you sighed nodding your head and giving in as Misha smiled happily. The waiter handed you menus and you ordered a simple meal, well the cheapest one you could find, geez Food was expensive here. You also ordered a Coke this time, not wanting to spill another fancy drink.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“My pleasure” he smiled his eyes softening. You wondered why he approached you? He clearly had money and was well standing. You were a street rat compared to him.

“You’re not comfortable here,” he said and you nodded.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He said frowning.

“No, no, I’ve never been here, never would be here if it weren’t for my friend uh- it’s not really a situation I can speak about” you said embarrassed. Sure just blurt out your friends meeting a potential sugar daddy, great conversation.

“Oh why is she giving that face” you muttered seeing your best friend's face change. She quickly hid it though and smiled making you sigh.

“Don’t go and save her just yet” Misha commented and you hummed.

“No she’s uncomfortable” you finalised seeing her fiddle with her bracelet, licking her lips too much and the slight frown she had, along with the slight leg twitch she got.

“I can’t ruin this for her” you groaned softly as the waiter came and laid down your plates.

“She’s alright,” Misha said giving a glance.

“What if she’s not?” You sighed, her movements changed and she was smiling again and not uncomfortable.

“Huh,” you said confused.

“That guy must be good” you mumbled more to yourself as you ate. Misha laughed and you honestly forgot this man was there and bought you lunch, you are a stranger.

“I’m so sorry, you bought me lunch and I’m just-“ you babbled and slowed your eating.

“Just sharing my best friend's date and my overprotective issues” you cursed yourself silently.

“I’m eating like a dog too” you mumbled feeling embarrassed. You grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth sighing.

“Sorry I’m not very lady-like,” you said placing your fork down and feeling uncomfortable eating.

“This is why I’m alone” you mumbled more to yourself and he frowned.

“Sorry,” you apologised.

Misha smiled softly at you. You were a funny woman, highly loyal and protective of your friend it seemed, maybe a little too much.

The moment you walked in you caught his eye, not fit in for this type of establishment, the way you moved awkwardly avoiding touching anything when you sat down and your eyes went wide reading the menu before ordering the cheapest alcoholic drink you could find. You sat nervously, glancing too often at another couple, it got him curious as to why you kept looking their way. A friend of his or hers, hers you kept looking at her worried and him with defensive eyes. He knew the other man, a business partner, a wealthy man. He knew this kind of meeting, having been there before a couple of times with a younger woman in need of some extra money. You thought he figured you’d meet someone too sort of a best friend thing, but no after ten minutes of your constant glancing he decided to approach. He scared the life out of you, your drink flew on your dress and your eyes went wide with fear then sadness. He felt horrible, the way your eyes looked at your dress, a favourite of yours by the looks you gave as you tried to clean the stains. Your hands were shaking as you tried to ground yourself quickly. He sought to comfort you but knew that it would be inappropriate. You declined his offers before spilling the truth as to why you were there and the lack of funds yourself. You weren’t focused on him, more babbling in a cute way to voice your worry. When you finally gave in to his offer for food and drink he felt good inside about helping you. When you said that’s why you were alone it broke his heart, a young beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be alone and he knew how to fix that.

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Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Hi Anon!

I will try to make this short and simple. I actually liked to do scenarios because headcanons is a little bit hard for me since it feels like I am spitting out random words and facts about the character, however I cannot write a headcanon about Ocs things like... (making a request of an Ocs with a calm/crazy/etc personality or being siblings with another canon characters). I'm not really good at headcanons, but I can write scenarios only.

I can do the same prompts with different characters. You can request any characters you want. Since I mostly write What the "hell" is bad characters, ensemble stars characters (who are 18+ or older), Honkai Star Rail (who are 18+ or older), and Akuneko aka Devil Butlers with a Black Cat (who are 18+ or older execpt I do not write about muu bcs he is a cat). I won't write about minors or aging up characters because I don't feel comfortable doing that. I pretty much write about males characters than female characters. However, they'll be DOM because I'm not really into DOM!readers, but you can check out a few creators that writes really good DOM!readers blogs.

Here's the lists that I cannot write a characters in each fandoms:

- Characters who are minors or LOOK like minors

Example: Clara (HSR), Bailu (HSR), Arlan (HSR), Yangqing (HSR), Misha (HSR), and all the short characters in HSR, ensemble stars minors characters too bcs you can look at their age in fandom wiki page and lastly muu from Akuneko bcs I've mentioned that he is a black cat.

My blogs is pretty much Dark Content, but aside from Dark Content. I do write NON Dark Content smut, too. Everyone is welcome to request anything that is dark content or NON dark content. Yes, I can write about breeding and pregnancy kink and somewhat fluff smut, but I can try my best. Just warn me if you plan on sending me Dark Content asks in my inbox because I like everyone reading responsibility. I like writing hardcore sex because why not? Also, I will delete the requests if it like... foot/feet or piss kink because it's not my thing.

Poly relationship x reader. This is a little hard for me, but I can write threesome, foursome or gangbang. I am not really good at writing poly relationship ^^; but there's nothing wrong with poly relationship, it's just that I'm not good at writing poly relationship since I'm good at forgetting things. Sorry about that Anon.

Yes! I'm happy and welcome anyone who requests Alternate Universes or AUs, but the problem is that I am really, really picky. This may sound sad, but I do not write isekai!readers or characters. Also, I'm going to disappoint everyone, but that really depends on how happy the characters are. I do enjoy angsty, but I'm no longer writing angsty in my new blog. Yeah-- you can request about marriage AUs or College AUs, etc, it's really depends my mood, but I will try my best to understand and shows my interests on it. I may sound like a boring person, but I am trying 😅🩷

Yes! Everyone is welcome to requests about implied, suggestive sex, or mentioned sex that isn't explicits, but just warn me if it going to be explicits because I don't want someone scrolling through tumblr and stumble upon a nsfw posts that are explicits without a warning.

I'm still learning about kinks, but I'm fine writing any kinks if anyone wants to add them, since I don't really have any kinks in my mind, but lmk that if it dark content, so a few kinks that I'm fine with are... (long list)

breeding kink, pregnancy kink, bath sex, virginity kink, lactation, daddy/sir, bondage not shibari, dacryphilia, size kink, corruption kink, can do anal (Mammon WHB had a kink of anal/ass) or v-sex, since Beelzebub WHB had a scent kink (I don't usually mind), choking kink since Leviathan WHB had a choke kink, I'm fine with dumbification/mind-breaking, CNC kink (which means noncon sex), praising kink and degrade too, aphrodisiac can be drugging or accidental, rougher sex, edging or orgasm or orgasm denial, marking/biting, and outside sex.

Yes! Anons or No Anons are welcome to requests, since I have to enable anons since someone privately DM me saying that they don't feel comfortable that they wish to be private, so I'm respecting everyone wishes, but I don't want any minors or empty blogs sending me an asks after hearing the drama about a minor being involved in the 18+ blog drama, but I will not go into details.

Yes! You are always welcome to check if I received your requests! I might be busy, but I will try my best to answers them asap! 🩷

I apologize for the bad misunderstanding that is happening in my blog. I'm still under construction in my blog and making changes since I rarely check my grammar or spellings, but hopefully you understood anon ^^🫶🩷!!

Please be patient with me 🫶🩷

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Easy A

Pairing(s): Dom!Professor!Misha Collins x F!Reader

Summary: You visit Professor Collins during his office hours to see if there's anything you can do to raise your grade.

Tags: 18+, student/professor relationship, rough sex, spanking, rough oral (male receiving), praise kink, sir kink, degradation, dom/sub dynamics

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I am now absolutely FERAL for Mr. Misha Collins. This is entirely inspired by the GIFs I made below. Thank you to @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @ellewritesfix05 for reading over this, and to @wonder-cole for feeding my Misha thirst. This is also the first part of a little mini-series I’ve decided to do, so keep an eye out for Professor!Jensen, and maybe a threesome or some Professor!Danneel in the future. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You chewed on the end of your pen as you watched your professor explain something having to do with the literary analysis of whatever book it was that you were currently assigned to read. To be fair, you had straight A’s in every single class but this one. In this class, you tended to doze off into daydreams about you and –

“How about you, Miss Y/N? Any ideas?”

You were snapped out of your daydream by the very man you were daydreaming about. Although you were nearly failing this class, you had made sure to make yourself memorable. At least, memorable to your professor. “No, sorry. To be honest, I didn’t read the book,” you shrugged, knowing that it wouldn’t get you in his good graces but maybe it’d be your way in. Oh, you didn’t read the book? Come see me during my office hours and I’ll show you what happens to students who don’t participate in class, is what you imagined he’d say.

Instead, he scoffed, folded his arms over his chest, and briefly shook his head as he stared at the floor. “Alright, thanks for being honest. Anyone else know the answer?” he asked the rest of the class.

You leaned back in your seat – as comfortably as you could; these damn lecture halls had the most uncomfortable seating – as some know-it-all in the back answered Professor Collins’ question. Continuing to chew on the end of your pen, your eyes traveled up his body. He was wearing a suit today, with a tan blazer, vest, and a bowtie. His biceps were constricted behind the sleeves of his jacket as he crossed his arms. You weren’t internalizing anything he was saying, but you were listening to his voice. You clenched your thighs together as you imagined him whispering dirty things into your ear as he fucked you over his desk. It was at that moment that you decided that in 10 minutes, when class ended, you were going to “see what you could do to raise your grade”.

“Professor Collins?” you asked, as you walked up to the podium as the rest of the class filed out. He was hunched over, trying to stuff his bag with papers that he had to grade. He looked up from his task with a smile.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?”

“I just… well, grades came out and I was just wondering if… if there’s anything I could do to raise mine?” you asked, batting your eyelashes innocently. You were pulling out all the stops.

Misha – that was his first name, which you knew from the syllabus; you had at least skimmed through that – chuckled as he went back to stuffing papers in his bag. “Yeah. Read the book,” he said.

“Yeah, that’d help I guess… if I had the time. I’m just so swamped with my other classes and I mean… look, I really need the A,” you pleaded.

He smirked at you, obviously getting the hint. “I’ll tell you what, come by my office hours later today. I’ll see what I can do.”

You smiled up at him innocently. “Thank you, Professor. You’re a lifesaver.”

You knocked on Misha’s door right at 2 o’clock, when his syllabus had stated that his office hours started.

“Come in,” you heard him sing-song from the other side of the door. You entered slowly, closing the door behind you. His office was just large enough to fit a desk, two chairs, and a small couch off to the side of the room. The corkboard on the back wall was decorated with pictures of him and his friends – who all happened to be just as good looking as him – out doing normal-people things that you never think professors do. It’s a hard concept to grasp; your school teachers having lives outside of school. You smiled at your professor sheepishly as you took a seat in the chair across from him, his desk standing between the two of you. He looked at you curiously as he tapped a pencil against the wooden surface, his tongue darting out between his lips before he folded his arms and placed them on his desk, leaning over it so he could get closer to you. “So… you really need the A, huh?” he smirked, and your thighs instinctively clenched together.

“Yeah… so if there’s anything I can do, please let me know. I’ll do it,” you replied, not even trying to hide what you were implying. He was into you. You could tell.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his tone of voice shifting ever so slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. You obeyed, watching him as he pulled out a few papers from his desk drawer. He turned them around to face you, and you read the word ‘Syllabus’ at the top. “Put your elbows on the desk,” he said again, the dominance in his voice going straight to your core. You did as you were told, placing a forearm on either side of the syllabus, forcing you to fully bend over. “What’s that say, right there?” He asked, pointing to a section about halfway down the page titled, ‘Required Reading’. You nearly moaned at the sight of his finger so close to your face; God, he had some nice hands.

“Uh,” you gulped, “required reading.”

“That’s right,” he said, standing up from his chair and walking around the desk. He was behind you now, and you hoped he was enjoying the view. You were wearing leggings today – ones that showed off your ass quite nicely – and you decided to forego the underwear. “Do you know what the word ‘required’ means, Miss Y/N?” he questioned, and you tensed up as you heard the metal clinking of a belt buckle.

“Uhm, y-yes,” you squeaked, the cockiness in you gone, completely overtaken by your desire to submit to him. You continued staring at the paper in front of you, not daring to look up.

“Tell me,” Misha commanded. You could feel him right at your side now, in the perfect position to spank you until you were begging him to stop.

“It uh… it means necessary… essential,” you replied, hoping those answers would suffice.

“It sure does,” he said, leaning over and looking at you, his head level with yours. “Glad we can come up with synonyms; I knew you were smarter than you were letting on,” he smirked condescendingly. “Now, read the rest.”

You took a deep breath before beginning to read the section. “Students are required –” SMACK! The belt came down on your ass hard, drawing a yelp from your lips. “OW!” you exclaimed, looking up at him.

He simply grabbed your head and pushed it back down. “Read. The. Fucking. Paper. Stop again and I’ll make you start over,” he hissed. SMACK!

“Students are required to,” SMACK, “t-to read three books,” SMACK, “th-throughout the s-semester,” SMACK.

“Good girl, keep going,” he instructed, as you felt his fingers on the waistband of your leggings. There was no way in hell you were going to fuck this up; a belt on your bare ass was going to bring you to the edge of tears for sure. You felt the cold air hit your ass as Misha pulled down your leggings halfway down your legs. You heard him huff a smirk, probably due to the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“The required readings include,” SMACK! You tried to stay still and ignore the intensified sting, “‘The C-Canterbury Tales’ by,” SMACK, “G-Geoffrey Chaucer, ‘Emma’ by Jane,” SMACK, “A-Austen, and ‘Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole,” SMACK, “I-In Many Lands’ by Mary,” SMACK, “S-Seacole.”

“And how many of those have you read?” Misha asked as you saw him put the belt down on the desk in your periphery.

You gulped, scared to answer truthfully, but figuring it was best to do so. “N-none.”

You felt Misha start rubbing your ass with his palm, providing some much needed relief to the stinging pain you were feeling. “So, let me get this straight, here. You’ve read none of the required readings for this class, yet you still want me to give you an A, is that right?”

You nodded. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Well,” he huffed, delivering a firm smack to your sore ass, “that entirely depends on how well you can suck my cock.” Misha grabbed you by your hair and pulled up, forcing you to stand. “On your knees,” he said, snapping his fingers at you and pointing to the floor in front of him. You obeyed, dropping to your knees the best that you could with your leggings constricting the movements of your legs. You watched as Misha unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing the bulge that was being confined by orange-ish boxer-briefs. He smirked down at you as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of them and pushed them down as well, just past the curve of his ass. His cock sprung free and your breath hitched at the sight. He was thick, and big enough to where it wouldn’t be easy to take all of him without gagging – and you did not have a very reactive gag reflex to begin with. You opened your mouth eagerly, sticking your tongue out to show him just how much effort you were willing to put in and how excited you were to do it. Misha chuckled darkly as he stared down at you, taking the base of his shaft in one hand and grabbing the nape of your neck with the other. He tapped his cock on your tongue a few times, the salty taste of precum awakening your tastebuds. “God, you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he husked, as you smiled up at him with your eyes, his dick still resting on your tongue, your mouth wide open.

You nodded, attempting a, “Yes, sir”.

He smirked down at you, before slowly pushing himself into you. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your tongue back into your mouth so you could swirl it around his tip. You brought one of your hands to replace his at the base of his cock, as you began to bob your head in a steady rhythm. Misha’s hand came to your hair, gripping at it tightly as you continued your movements. Spit began dripping from the corners of your mouth, and you began twisting slightly and pulling up on his shaft as you continued to suck. A guttural moan escaped his throat, which made you aware of the wetness between your legs.

“You must really want that A,” he groaned, looking down at you before pushing you down on his cock, forcing him to take you all the way. You looked up at him, your eyes glossed over with tears as it was becoming difficult to breathe. “But, I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” Misha pulled you off his cock, allowing you to take a breath as he grabbed the belt off of the desk beside him. Placing the leather behind your head at the nape of your neck, he held on to each end as he pulled you towards him. He rammed his cock down your throat, using the belt as leverage to keep you in position as he thrusted into your mouth. You gagged with each thrust, his cock hitting the back of your throat every single time. You kept your eyes on him as he continued, his mouth open slightly as he looked down at you. He smiled before pulling on the belt and keeping it there, forcing you to hold his cock in your mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve been picturing you in this position, Y/N. How’s my cock taste?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, attempting a “good”, but he was too far down your throat for anything audible to come out.

“Good? Yeah, I bet it does,” Misha smirked, letting go of the belt with one of his hands, allowing you to pull back just enough to where you could get some air in your lungs. He grabbed you by your hair again, the belt now tossed in the corner, and pulled you off his cock and onto your feet. He wasted no time bending you over his desk. “Now, let’s see how it feels,” he husked, before lining up with your entrance and ramming into you with no warning. You yelped at the suddenness of it all, however it wasn’t painful. You’d never been so wet in your life, which allowed Misha to thrust into you with ease. “Fuck, you’re wet. All from my cock in your mouth, huh? You really are a dirty little slut,” he huffed, as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast.

You gripped the edge of his desk, your knuckles turning white as you tried to hold on. The desk was shaking, and you were certain that anyone walking by was able to hear the sound of your whines and skin slapping on skin as Misha continued to ram into you. You could feel the coil in your abdomen tighten as his cock hit the back of your walls, expletives falling from your lips as Misha dug his fingers into your hips, using them as leverage as he gripped on and thrusted into you even harder.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

“That’s right. That’s fuckin’ right, take it. You want that A, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir!”

Misha reached around to your clit, starting to rub it in circles with the pads of his middle and pointer fingers. It was just what you needed to bring you close to the edge. You were seconds away from release, but something in you told you to wait for Misha’s permission. “You want to cum?” he huffed, continuing to thrust into you.

You nodded again. “Please,” you begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir!” you practically yelled. You heard him smirk before he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Then cum.”

You felt your coil snap instantly, as if Misha’s words were all you needed to hear. You convulsed underneath him, instinctively trying to pull away as he continued to pound into you, but he grabbed your hips and kept you still. Your cunt was contracting around his cock as you came down from your high, and once you felt his dick twitch you knew he was close, too. It only took a few more thrusts before he pulled out of you and you felt his cum shooting out onto your bare ass, grunts and heavy breathing escaping his lips as he rode out his high.

You didn’t move until you were being handed a tissue, instructed my Misha to, “clean up the fucking mess you made” in reference to the cum on your ass. You obeyed, cleaning yourself to the best of your ability, before pulling your leggings back up. You threw the tissue in a nearby trash can, turning to face your professor who was in the process of buckling his belt. You steadied yourself against the desk and waited for him to look at you. After he was done putting his belt on, he finally turned his attention to you.

“So… do I have an A now?” you questioned, biting your lip in anticipation of his answer.

He smirked at you. “As of now. But, if you want to keep it, you’re going to have to start doing some work.”

“And if I don’t?” you smiled teasingly, not wanting this to be your last encounter.

“If you don’t,” he said, his tone low and commanding as he took a step closer to you, “then next time you're bent over my desk and I’m punishing you, you’ll be standing there reading the whole damn book, and not just the syllabus.”

You gulped at the thought, already knowing that your ass would not be able to handle that. “And if I do… do my work?” you pushed, placing a hand on his chest and batting your eyelashes up at him.

“Then you’ll be bent over for other reasons,” he winked.

“Sounds fair,” you smiled, sighing happily. You took a step back and grabbed your backpack off the nearby chair before swinging it over your shoulder.

Misha walked around to sit at his desk again. “I’ll see you in class on Friday, Y/N. Remember, an analysis of Chapter 7 is due.”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled, before starting to head towards the exit. As you opened the door, you were met face-to-face with a man just as gorgeous as Professor Collins. You recognized him from some of the pictures that Misha had up on his corkboard. “Sorry, excuse me,” you said sheepishly, trying to get past him before he could take in your disheveled look and put two and two together.

“Ah, Jensen, this is Y/N,” Misha said, before you could fully make your way out the door. You stepped aside to let Jensen in, who turned to look at you with his hands in his pockets. “She’s my… star student,” Misha announced, causing you to blush. Jensen smiled at you, offering his hand out. You shook it as he introduced himself.

“Professor Ackles, I teach anthropology,” he said.

You smiled back at him. “I’m actually taking that next semester, maybe I’ll be in your class.”

“If I’m lucky,” he smirked, letting go of your hand. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise.

“Right, well… I’m going to head out. See you Friday, Mi – uh, I mean, Professor. Nice to meet you, Mr. Ackles,” you said, before quickly making your way out of the room.

PART TWO: THE BENEFITS OF CHEATING ↦

[hobateas]

the art of craving | pt.1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, fluff, angst (not really) | f2l | fluffer!au | pornstar!au | unrequited love!au | mutual pining!au.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 5.2k :(

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: slight handjob | cum swallowing | deep throating | dom!taejin | cunnilingus (fxf) | kissing | sexual tension | masturbation (m receiving) | slight cum play. i think thats all.

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty a bunch for this amazing banner and sorry for all the trouble you went through! :( and my lovely pauli @kookstempo who managed to read all this shit and provide some real good feedback :O thanks my love <333

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. im sorry for putting this up so late, i have a blithering headache and want to die. thank you so much for all your support, ily guys :(( hope you enjoy, im pretty nervous since this is not what i uploaded back then but any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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"Cut! Stop filming right now." Namjoon's voice echoed in the studio, making everyone freeze in their spots. The lights were switched off, the film was paused, and breaths hitched, waiting for the next words of the director.

Namjoon was a perfectionist, known to be one of the strictest directors in his line of work. On set, he was a force to be reckoned with, leaving everyone grumpy with how commandeering he could be. It was maybe how the actor’s face had been angled, or how the squelchy sounds of sex appeased his ears, or that one time when the male actor had been way too soft for his liking- he wanted things to go his way, and his way demanded the utmost precision. 

It was a shock to him when the three of his best stars’ performances were sub-par. 

Misha, the female porn star, had her jaw unhinged, saliva falling from her mouth, black lines of mascara dripping down her face from when she had strained her mouth to take in Taehyung's cock; while Jin, who was pounding her from behind stopped, retreating his hands from her hips, both men slowly pulling out as carefully as they could.

The slick sound that accompanied it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing the people on the set hadn't experienced. The actors slowly moved away from each other's sweaty and cum-covered bodies, waiting just like the others in the studio.

Hoseok and Yoongi were quick on their feet, rushing to hand very expensive silk robes and chilled waters to each of the cast, dabbing their faces with fresh towels. It was important to make sure they looked fresh for each cut, but not enough for it to be evident to the consumer that they did in fact cut the scene in the middle.

Namjoon stepped forward from his position behind the camera, Jungkook trailing behind quickly with a hardboard in his hands, struggling to keep all the papers in his grasp.

Namjoon’s aura was terrifying, especially to Jungkook who was anxious about everything related to said man. It’s as if Namjoon was the devil, controlling all the people in the room like pawns, but Namjoon didn’t think that way. He thought he just paid extra attention to detail, and sure, sometimes he did become angry but he expected everyone to meet standards, his standards.

The director pushed his glasses up with a strained look on his face, jaw clenching every second as he struggled to keep his calm. It was the thought about how imperfect the scene had been that left Namjoon in a fit of pique. He wasn't having a good day today, and to have to experience such a lackluster performance from the team dampened his mood further.

"This is a mess." He stated as soon as he got close enough to the three actors, taking in their tired forms with his equally dull eyes.

"Why? I thought everything was fine?" Misha started after handing her empty bottle to Yoongi, stepping forward with the robe loosely tied around her bare skin.

She looked ethereal without a doubt. Even with fresh streaks of black on her face, her face exuded sensuality, and her body was curved in just the right places for her to garner a relatively large base of loyal fans who were charmed by the way she could get them aroused with just a flutter of her eyes. 

"Wait. Someone get ___ from upstairs first." He declared to no one in particular, but the job would be done soon. He had the power, and he knew it. He smirked when he heard thudding on the stairs. The set was quiet enough for him to listen to the labored breathing of the unfortunate man racing to get to the first floor. No one disobeyed Namjoon.

"I'll be there in two minutes!" Your sweet voice called out from the floor above, making the men in the studio anticipate your arrival, shivers spreading down their spines.

"Okay, first of all, you guys are doing a girlfriend-boyfriend roleplay. It’s supposed to be romantic, just a little bit lovey-dovey, yeah? And you guys look like you’re having a one-night stand.” Namjoon sighed. 

“Wait- but- the people said they wanted rougher stuff. Go check the comments on Tanhub.” Taehyung countered with an exasperated look on his face.

“I know, and that shooting is scheduled for next week,” And Taehyung shut his mouth. “Anyways, Misha, you look disinterested, and your moaning sounds very forced; genuinely enjoy it, yeah? And you guys look like you are hammering a rabbit with your dicks." Namjoon turned to look at Misha's fucked out face and then at the two men who looked disgusted at the director's comment.

"Tell me that when you don't have a dick as big as Taehyung's down your throat. It's not even my fault, my throat wasn't warmed up properly, and I'm just not in the mood." She grumbled in reply, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Alright, we will do something about that. Is Misha's fluffer on set?" A trembling Jungkook stepped forward from the shadows, cowering under his boss's gaze. He immediately shuffled through the schedule papers in his hands, coming up with nothing, and then he saw you skipping down the stairs.

His gaze was stuck on your form, wearing the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen on anybody, your ass cheeks falling out and jiggling deliciously with every step you took their way. You hadn't gone easy on them with your crop top either. The cut dipped down all the way from your collarbone, showing off your sternum. The sides of your supple breasts were visible for their eyes to feast on, and boy did they appreciate the sight.

"You called me Mr. Kim?" You chirped, looking over all the people on the floor before your gaze landed on the tallest man in the room.

"Hi Princess, Misha's fluffer didn't come in today?" He smiled, and your heart fluttered. 

"No. Jihoon did, but he left a while back because there was an emergency. He told me to tell you, but since you were in your element, I didn't."

Namjoon’s thick lips parted in a sigh, his hand going to ruffle his hair in exasperation.

"Okay, we will figure something out for Misha; how about you go help Jin and Taehyung till then? We'll resume after a break, everyone be back in 20."

"Alright! Let’s go!" You chirped with a grin, happy to spend time with some of your favorite people. Said men were quick to grab each of your hands, rushing you to one of the empty corners of the studio, covered with flimsy curtains, where they could have their privacy with you.

Though their jobs required them to be exposed in front of the camera, showing off all their assets, they still preferred to keep something to cover themselves up. it definitely worked in their favor when you would trail your hands over their muscular thighs, lightly scratching with your fingertips to keep them worked up.

That being said, they didn't need you to ‘fluff’ them up; your presence was enough to have them turned on for days, but there was something in the way you looked at them, touched them with the lightest yet most sinful hands that made them groan in pleasure and want more, more even after fucking a woman just moments before.

It was something you did, or rather you that had them weak in their knees.

"Hi Tae, Jin! How have you guys been?" You smiled.

Their breaths quickened when they saw you drop to the floor and tie your hair up in a ponytail, your top riding up even further and revealing the tattoo under your breasts to them.

It was a simple flower vine, the blank ink spread from your sideboob all the way under the curve, but to this day, being able to see so much of you felt like a dream despite having known you for two years now.

It certainly had an effect on them, one which you were not oblivious to. You knew them enough to understand when they were really enjoying themselves and when they weren't. Their moans from before left a sour taste in your mouth- they weren't authentic or the low, deep groans you had the pleasure of hearing every once in a while. They were forced and intermittent, and you knew it was time to change into your sexiest, most revealing clothes to make them shift in their seats.

It was the moment you had been waiting for a long time.

"Hi, ___," Taehyung mumbled, his fiery gaze fixed on you.

Having you here right now, in such a compromising position, in front of their chairs, was a bad mistake. Your job was to keep them hard during breaks but it didn't help that they had had a crush on you since the moment they saw you walking down the set timidly on your first day as a fluffer.

Though it was probably them who spent the most time with you, this intimately, this passionately. And hearing the boys whine every second of the day about their lack of you only made them grateful for the few moments you spent with them on workdays. 

And it’s not like the others understood how it took all they had in them not to bust a nut; although they longed to cover your tits with their seed, they would have to wait for another day to indulge in such possessions. It was another level of self-control that they had edged themselves for hours to get to.

"Can I touch you now?" You gazed at them with longing eyes, and they were immediately nodding their heads.

"Thank you."

You dipped your hands under their robes, getting a feel of their calves and then their muscular thighs, not too fast, caressing the soft yet tense skin with a grin on your face. You didn't have it in you to look them in their eyes, you knew it would make you want to submit under their dominant gazes, so you kept your eyes fixed on your hands.

With a shaky breath, you begin to inch them up, teasing them. Their hearts began palpitating in their chests the more you got closer to their cocks. They knew what you were doing, they had played the game with you every time. But after a very uneventful work day, they were horny, patience wearing off every second.

"I suggest you stop teasing, baby. Don't make me get Jimin over here." Jin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You shifted on your knees. It was your job to tease them. To keep them ready, not enough for them to cum. Jimin, your supervisor, had told you to do the same. How could you disobey his direct orders?

"Your job is to tease, ___, not to make them orgasm. Make them crave you. Use your mouth or your hands, it doesn't matter; as long as they stay hard enough to continue, you get paid." He had told you at the time of your job briefing, grazing his fingers over his thighs, which you couldn't help but gawk at.

You didn't understand what bringing Jimin here could do except for making your day even better. You imagined he would, in fact, just sit there and monitor you with hooded eyes, his legs spread wide enough for you to be able to steal a glance at his erection.

But you were sure it was just your horny mind speaking.

So you ignored their words, feeling your breath start to quicken, lust coursing through your veins from how excited you were to disobey them. It was the thrill of breaking the rules that made blood rush all over your body. They couldn't punish you even if you wanted them to, it was all a part of a job- your job as their fluffer, as much as you hated to admit it.

You rub your palms over them with a feathery touch, wanting to make them wait for you. It was a sight to behold- the two twitching in their seats, and moaning for you. Their cocks were still covered by the silk robe, enticing you to touch them and lick them. Though you could see the outline clearly, it didn't satisfy the hunger in your throat, it never did, so you removed it.

And the sight would always leave you dumbstruck.

Taehyung's was, by far, the longest cock you had ever seen and tasted. His thick cock that twitched under your eager eyes, laid on his abs, long fingers rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. He was almost easily seven inches long, and you always commended anyone who had the power to manage an entire shoot with him.

Jin, on the flip side, was equally impressive, if not more. Though his length was maybe an inch shorter than Taehyung's, his girth made up for it. You were sure of the pleasurable burn it would provide when it split open a pussy, massaging the walls like no one else could. His thrusts were harsh and powerful too, thanks to his impeccable hips, and you never understood how one can be so perfect.

As you continued practically gawking over them, your cunt heating in your panties, it was Jin whose resolve finally broke and he grabbed your hand that was fisted in his robe and pulled you towards him in a swift motion. Your knees scraped against the ground uncomfortably, but that was the least of your worries when you saw the need in Jin's eyes.

You gazed at him with startled eyes, your mouth itching to ask if you did something wrong. Jin had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his leaking slit smearing his precum all over your reddened lips. You could taste a mixture of Misha's sweet pussy juices and his cum on your tongue, and that ignited a fire in your veins.

"Sweetie, put your mouth over his cock right now; you do not want to disobey us," Taehyung growled under his breath, his hands moving to undo his robe and grasp his cock tightly.

“But what about you?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about me, ___; you have no idea about the effect you have on me." His stare pierced into your eyes as he spoke. 

You flushed but complied immediately, parting your lips and taking him in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks just the right amount as you take him in. All nervousness left your body the second you felt the weight of his cock on your tongue, it felt like it belonged there, heavy and warm. His cock was long enough to hit the back of your throat easily and thick enough to make your jaw throb with pain increasingly every second, but it was all a part of your wonderful job.

"You look so pretty with your lips around my cock." Jin let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs at the praise, your tongue swirling around his tip, and he let his head fall back. Your eyes were closed due to the strain, but every sharp inhale and moan and sigh you heard was a reward, and you clenched your empty hole, wanting nothing more for him to fuck you.

With a pop, you removed your mouth from his cock, taking in deep breaths. You looked up at him only to see him staring down at you with lust-lidded eyes, his breathing heavy like yours. You were taken aback when his hand moved to grip yours, long fingers interlocking with yours and wrapping them around his thick cock and stroking it, sticky sounds amplifying in your ear. 

You struggled to keep your eyes on his, feeling bashful under his stare, so you wrapped your lips around his tip again, licking his tip and coating it with your saliva. With his chest reverberating in a deep groan, you felt your panties starting to stick to your core uncomfortably. You gasped when his hand left yours, and you stopped yours too, wanting to ask him why. But you couldn’t when his hand pushed your head down on his cock in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"That's a good fucking girl. F-Fuck, baby, you feel so good!" He growled, the thrust of his hips starting to increase in pace, as you stopped bobbing your head up and down and let him take control of you. You gagged with every thrust when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, bruising the flesh of your mouth, but you wanted it. 

With each thrust, you moaned around him, hearing him curse and groan above you. You were so lost in the intoxicating feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat; you couldn't make out when his length throbbed in your mouth or when his balls tightened, filling with his cum, or when he released the deepest growl you ever heard and spilled his hot cum in your mouth.

Jin knew he shouldn’t do it,knew it was bad, knew it would get him in trouble with Namjoon later. But seeing the girl of his dreams on her knees, sucking his cock with the warmest and most tempting mouth he had ever had the pleasure of fucking, was far too much for him to control, so maybe it was okay to let go, he decided. 

"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for us, gonna make you mine one day! Fuck!" He hummed under his breath. You couldn't hear him over the loud, slick noises of your drooling saliva and his cum, whimpering at the taste of his hot seed coating your tongue- sweet like honey with hints of citrus, a flavor you could easily get addicted to.

"Shit, baby, you're milking my cock! F-fuck!" He continued riding out his high, not caring that the shoot would have to be prolonged. You let him have it after weighing your options after the hazy feeling in your mind disappeared; the only thing you could do was wait for him to get hard again. He continued bobbing your head up and down, swallowing thickly at the sight of you looking fucked out and dizzy after just giving a blowjob.

Some cum dripped down from your mouth and on his shaft, and you darted your tongue out to lick it. Dragging the muscle as slowly as you could over his length, you gave it small kitten licks, rolling your tongue back into your mouth to taste him with your eyes shut closed. You sighed, finally feeling full and hearty.

A deep groan on your left side caught your attention. Taehyung was sitting with his legs spread wide in his chair, forehead glistening with sweat, and was busy rubbing his thumb over his slit that oozed precum, the sight inviting you to wrap your lips around his cock.

You were tempted to suck him dry the same way you had milked Seokjin, but you couldn’t make the same mistake again. It would be unprofessional of you to make him cum; it always had been to wind them up, but never to bring them relief. 

"Having fun here, aren’t we?" You turned your head, jumping in alarm at the presence of an all too familiar voice in your little corner, the curtains already back in their place.

Curse your weak heart for jumping up in a mix of emotions because of Jimin’s voice, both good and bad. 

There had never really been any set professional boundaries between you all, even from the day he had interviewed you for this job. It had always been a mixture of seductive looks from said men, shy glances from you, and sexual tension that was almost suffocating. Neither had the guts to finally make a move, but you couldn’t deny how your heart palpitated in your chest whenever you were in their presence.

You only hoped the feelings were reciprocated, and not just a result of lust. 

It probably affected Namjoon the most how you were always near, yet never seemed to be in his grasp. Still, he liked to maintain his distance from a professional stand, but he too was in the same predicament as you: down bad but scared. 

You couldn’t see the way Taehyung smirked at the fury in Namjoon’s eyes, who squeezed in next to Jimin in the tiny space, pushing down the small bit of empathy he felt for the man. 

“Tsk, is this what I hired you for, ___? Hmm?” Jimin’s condescending tone brought you back to earth and then punched you ten feet under.

You could feel the dread set in with every step your way, and a thousand scenarios ran in your head. Would you be fired, suspended, or worse, replaced? Someone else taking your position made you want to gag. The mere thought of it was bad enough, but what if it actually happened? 

They were right. You had one job, one, yet you couldn’t do it right. The self-hatred started before another word was uttered in the room and you could already feel your eyes burn with unshed tears and the tip of your nose become itchy, a telltale sign of what was to come. 

“You made Jin cum, didn’t you?” 

“Jimin, stop.” Namjoon finally spoke up, feeling the teasing atmosphere turn damp.

“I thought you would be better at this.” 

“Jimin, I said stop.” 

As if sensing the way you stopped moving and just turned your head downwards, covering your face using the length of your hair, with your hands having retreated to your sides as if touching any of them burnt your skin, Jin shoots a sharp glare in their direction. He fisted his hands, feeling worse by the minute, but not knowing what to do. Should he comfort you, rub your back, hope with everything in his being that you weren't actually upset at their teasing tone?

One, breathe in.

Five, hold it. 

Seven, control your emotions.

Nine, breathe out.

You did not know how much time passed by as you kept breathing in and out, but once you did regain a grip on yourself, you got up from your knees, ignoring the way your muscles shouted in protest. You didn’t hear them gasp at the way your form trembled for a second, both in fear and embarrassment, before stilling. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, we got lost in the heat of the moment. It won’t happen again.” You looked them in the eye as you spoke.

But in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Were you sorry you made Jin feel good, or that you somehow prolonged the shoot, or was it because it went against the terms of your job? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you felt slightly disappointed in yourself, yet you didn’t show it as much as you thought you would.

“Will you both be okay for the next 10 minutes like this? I’ll go to Misha.” You asked the two men who wore confusion on their faces.

You looked at them again, bowing lightly before making your way out of the stall the very next second, making your way to Misha’s usual place with shaky legs, the surge of confidence wearing down by the second.

After having been subjected to praises and sweet words of affection, this was a punch in the gut to say the least, and maybe that’s why you were overreacting. It’s really easy to cross the line from playful to not, and that was what happened.

“Oh, ___! Hey, I was looking for you. Misha was calling you, if you don’t mind?” Jeongguk rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting on his feet nervously. As if you could really say no to his adorable face.

“Yeah, I was just going there. Thanks for letting me know.” You patted his elbow lightly.

“Yeah…” He mumbled, dazed, as he watched you make your way to Misha. If heart eyes were a person, it would definitely be Jeon Jeongguk.

“___! My favorite girl.” Misha exclaimed as you made your way inside her ‘cabin’.

In reality, it was just a small broom closet, cleaned to perfection and decorated with neutral tones, with small pots of green scattered here and there in a futile attempt to brighten up the place. 

“Misha, hello.” You mumbled as you sat on the floor in front of her on your knees, lips parting in an inaudible wince at the feeling.

“Here, baby.” She removed a pillow from her side and put it below your knees, watching as you blushed slightly before moving closer to her.

“Not your baby.” You retorted, spreading her legs gently and pushing your head to the crevice between her thighs. Your nose met her clit, the woman above you letting out a small moan at the stimulation. Your hands gripped her thighs, rubbing small circles there with your thumbs.

“But you could be.” She chuffed, making you bite down on her clit lightly.

“Okay, okay! Slowly, baby, don’t go too hard, alright?” By now you knew that her tone was essentially a code word signifying her want to be worshiped, treated like a goddess, and taken time to properly arouse, love and lick.

The smell of her pussy was the sweetest candy you have ever tasted on a woman. You darted the tip of your tongue out, licking at her clit, slowly. Tasting her juices, watching as it elicited a soft sigh from her. It had been a long time since you ate her out, but she tasted the same as ever. You angled your head into her folds, nudging her legs further apart.

“Taste good?” She mumbled, her voice seductive and inviting, combing through your hair. An outsider may have just thought you two were lovers by the sheer passion of it all.

“Hmm. More.” You whimpered with your eyes closed, continuing to savor her at your own pace.

With shaky hands, you pried her thighs apart, gaining better access to her cunt. You immediately lapped at her clit, drawing ‘eights’ with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your mouth around it and sucking it into your mouth. A groan left her mouth, and you could feel her hand clench at her side before it came down to guide your tongue into her hole.

With need coursing through your veins, you thrust your tongue into her tight hole, still continuing with your slow pace. Her scent was stronger now; you almost felt drunk on it. 

You heard the door open, but you were too far gone into your actions that everything seemed to be a blur except for your desire to taste the woman. You could feel her motions on your hand stop and you whined. A beat of silence ensued before she was continuing with her tender motions and you were back to lazily licking at her wetness.

The same clicking sound was heard again and Misha placed her hand on your cheeks, moving your body upwards to her, placing your head in the crook of her neck as you shivered. She ignored your protests, cooing at the pout on your face before guiding you towards her lips. You lapped at them hungrily, like a woman starved of the simple pleasure of warmth.

Misha pulled you away from her far too quickly for your liking, caressing your cheeks and shushing you lightly. “Baby, baby, baby, what’s gotten into you today? You aren’t usually so placid. Tell me, I’ll make it better.” 

You ignored her, moving towards the dip of her chest, before shaking your head.

“___, tell me.” She spoke, a little more aggressive than you could have handled in your state of mind, 

“Don’t be mean.” You pouted.

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“I made Jin cum and I think Mr. Park is mad at me.” You whispered your worries to her.

“Oh, shit. Uh wow. Did he scold you or call you to his room after or… anything at all? Are you in trouble?”

“No, he didn’t, but his tone was like,” You struggled to find the right words. “When you make fun of me when you see me trip over the cables in the main room. I still don’t like it when you do that.” 

“And you think I’m mocking you when I do that?” Misha questioned, to which you nodded your head.

“Oh my god.” She whispered under her breath. “Silly girl, I don’t make fun of you when I say that. It’s adorable that you are clumsy sometimes. You look around with those terrified eyes of yours, when actually many of us already saw you trip.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Everyone saw that? How am I gonna show my face to them now?” You threw your hands around, exasperated at the revelation. 

She chuckled before bringing your attention back to her. “See, you’re so cute. Now, back to what we were discussing. I wouldn’t be afraid if I were you, ___. Really, just trust me on this one.”

“But why? Gimme a reason at least!” 

“I’m older, I’ve seen the ways of the world more than you have, so shut your pretty mouth up and listen.” You immediately zipped your mouth, waiting patiently for her next words.

“Boys are icky but you do you, baby. If Mr. Park indeed got mad, and he confronts you or whatever, repeat the exact same words I’m gonna tell you, alright?” 

You nod, anticipation heavy in your eyes.

“Tell him to go suck his own dick and hope he chokes on his cum.” 

A terrified gasp and maniacal laugh were heard simultaneously in the room.

“Misha! Are you crazy? Is this your villain arc or something? I’d get fired in an instant.” 

“Hey, babe, you never know what that sneaky little shit is into, okay? I’m just very inclusive to all tastes and preferences.” She had the audacity to wink at you.

“Yeah, Misha, no. As much as I love you, you’re fucking crazy.” 

“Aww, you love me? I’m a pile of mush now, save me!” She squished your cheeks in her hand, pecking the skin peaking out softly.

“Misha- oh,” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the room, dying down towards the end. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb the two of you.” His tone turned gruff at the end.

“Nah, it’s cool. I was just about to come out anyway.” She shot you a cheeky smile and helped you get up from your frozen state, pushing you down on the sofa before walking out with Yoongi on her tail.

“See you later, babe.” 

…

“Jimin, what the actual fuck did you do? Did you have to be so condescending?”

“I wasn’t trying to! It just came out like fucking word vomit!” Jimin grumbled, holding his head in his hands like a man defeated.

“Well, thank you for messing everything up. How do you suppose we rectify this, you brat?” Jin scoffed, fighting the urge to snap.

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” 

“Now, you morons, I will be calling in for a favor and y’all better be grateful that our girl doesn’t slip from our hands before we have even treated her right.” 

“What are you going on about?” Namjoon mumbled, rolling his eyes at another one of Jin’s stupid schemes. 

“You’ll see.”

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[finniestoncrane]

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i write for batman rogues, fallout and a few other characters! for dc rogues headcanons: i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)

characters i write for:

🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇

Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)

Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)

Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)

Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)

Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)

Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)

Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)

Poison Ivy (arkham, general)

Polkadot Man (suicide squad)

Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)

Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)

Harvester (bu)

Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)

Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)

John Doe/Joker (telltale)

Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)

King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)

Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)

Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)

Firefly (arkham, general)

Harvey Bullock (gotham)

Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)

Black Mask (arkham, general)

Sofia Gigante/Falcone (the penguin series)

☢️ Fallout Franchise ☢️

Cooper Howard (fallout prime)

Maximus (fallout prime)

Thaddeus (fallout prime)

John Hancock (fallout 4)

Sturges (fallout 4)

Edward Deegan (fallout 4)

Paladin Danse (fallout 4)

Nick Valentine (fallout 4)

Kent Connolly (fallout 4)

🔴 TF2 🔵

please note!!: i'll write all ships (plus blu x red) and i'll base the dynamic either on your request or on my own interpretation of them

sniper/mick mundy

scout/jeremy

soldier/jane doe

demoman/tavish degroot

heavy/mikhail/misha

engineer/dell conagher

medic/ludwig

pyro

spy

💚 Other Characters 💚

Cecil Stedman (invincible)

Walter Skinner (x-files)

Arthur Morgan (red dead redemption 2)

Hosea Matthews (red dead redemption 2)

Kieran Duffy (red dead redemption 2)

Micah Bell (red dead redemption 2)

Susan Grimshaw (red dead redemption 2)

Bill Williamson (red dead redemption 2)

Egon Spengler (ghostbusters)

Nick (left 4 dead 2)

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x reader, x fem/male/gn character, ships, headcanons

absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds

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darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting

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jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.

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death, gore, extreme violence

blood, cum, spit and some piss

injuries, pain etc.

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underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic or familial)

vomit, shit or breast milk

real people

bestiality

pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children

age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)

incest

characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)

OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)

AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)

extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)

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[lokisprettygirl]

Love in the time of Uncertainty (Loki x Female Reader)

Chapter 6

Summary : Why loki hates thor? His own brother,Unfortunately you won't find an answer to that.

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Smutty smut, Filth, Mean Dom loki, Soft Doc Loki, Degradation kink, Dumbification kink, Daddy kink, Dacryphilia, Thigh riding? 👀 (loki ride me to hel please)

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Thor? Thor? What is this family? "Ummm I'm sorry sir, I can't buzz you in before I can confirm with loki, is that okay? Can you wait?" You asked him and he answered in yes. You dialled Loki's number on your phone, weirdly enough this is the first time you would ever hear his voice on the phone "Everything okay? You're not dying right?" He spoke as soon as he picked up the call "I'm not dying yet, no" you answered and he breathed in relief "Why are you calling me y/n? I'm working" he asked you, his voice sounded so velvety, you wondered how it would be like to have phone sex w.. "Y/N?" He yelled your name and you snapped out of your thoughts.

"There is some guy on the door waiting to be buzzed in, he said he's your brother, thor?" you told him and he hung up, did he just hung up? You received a call from him again after few seconds "Look don't. . don't buzz him in, tell him that I won't be back home tonight so he can just leave or go to hel for all I care" he told you sternly "You don't want to see your brother?" You asked him and he sighed "For once can you do what you're told to do?" He hung up again, and you sighed. You turned the camera on from the intercom, and you saw him, he was huge and had blonde hair, and he looked like he spent some time under the sun recently, he didn't look like Loki at all.

You told thor what loki told you except the go to hell part ofcourse and he left soon after, however he said he would return soon, why didn't he want to see his own brother? He have never talked about his family so you really didn't know what kind of dynamics they shared, Misha told you once, how his family is really into norse stuff, so weird. The thought of Misha made you tear up, sometimes you still can't believe she's gone. Now you feel so embarrassed about using his brother's name as a safe word, no wonder he got pissed at that. You decided to clean the house, it has gotten really messy and then you made the dinner, when loki came back, he avoided your existence like usual and sat down on the couch. You filled a glass of water and walked over to him "Drink" you passed him the glass and he took it, but didn't start drinking until you glared at him.

"So thor? Is your brother? His name is really, thor like officially? Legally? Like the god of thunder, thor?" You asked him and his jaw clenched at the questioning "He's not really my brother, I was adopted in the family" he revealed to you and you're even more confused now, he was adopted, that explains some of this angsty behaviour "That's even weirder, so his family is also into norse..oh wait oh I see, his family is a norse geek so they named you loki? No I'm so confused" you huffed and he rolled his eyes, the nerve thor had to show up like this after all these years, he couldn't believe this, thank the norns he was at the hospital at the time or thor would end up there "How was your day?" you sat down on his lap with your legs on either side of his thighs and he shifted a little at the sudden movement. Impossible little witch "What are you doing" he asked you and you ran your fingers through his scalp, he closed his eyes, you could have sworn you heard him purring.

And then you kissed him, you haven't seen him in like 15 hours, there was no denying that you were addicted to him, his taste, his cock, his body, his voice, the awesome mind numbing sex, he was perfectly blessed in that department "I have been good today, I deserve a reward" you mumbled as your lips trailed down from his jaw to his Adam's apples, even his neck looked attractive, such a godly looking man "You followed one simple instruction and you think you're a good girl now?" He grabbed a hold of your hair and pulled your head backwards "mmmm I think so" he snickered at your response, so easy to please. "But I don't, you're still an insolent little witch y/n, but since you listened just this once, I might reward you" he kissed you on the lips and you felt his tongue inside your mouth. The imagery from last night flashing through your head, the way you humped his legs, he can make you do anything in that state.

You bucked your hips on his thighs and he moaned as he watched your nipples poking through your filmsy tank top, he pinched your left nipple from over your top "Not wearing a bra? you even dress up like a whore, would you still wear such skimpy clothes if you were living with some other man?" He mumbled in your ears and you bite your lips, the degradation, you crave it, you need more and more of it everyday, that voice drives you crazy "No ..I do it for you I promise.. I'm your whore" you answered him and he pulled the strap of your tank top down your shoulders "You're nothing of mine darling y/n, just a pilant little wench, who gets off on being subjugated, you love it when I call you dirty names hmm? Makes you gush? I can feel the heat, I can smell your desperation, so pathetic, so usable" you closed your eyes as you heard him whispering dirty words in your ears "What's our safeword darling" he asked you as he lifted your hips up and spread his legs apart, he sat you down on his left thigh solely "Appendicitis" you mumbled and he kissed you "Good girl, you have been so good today hmm? ride my thigh, get yourself off" he commands you and you look at him "That's not fair" you told him as you pout but he took his phone out and ignored you.

"That's all you're getting little whore, get yourself off or get off me, I really don't care you see" he kissed you softly before he went back to looking at his phone, his one arm situated on the head of the couch, other one held his phone, you needed him to touch you, he was enjoying this, enjoying this alot, his mind went to the most debauched places, things he could subject you to, you're obsessed with him and he's not any better, not that he would ever admit that to himself, you start to move your hips back and forth on his thigh, moaning as you felt him flexing his muscles, he wasn't even looking at you, he was ignoring you like you weren't being so obscene for him "lokii please" you whined and he looked at you, you're ethereal "Take off your shorts and panties and do it properly, you love being a whore right? Then act like one" he ordered you and you followed it quickly, you blushed as you saw how wet you were, you were gushing.

You sat down on his thigh again and it instantly formed a wet patch on his jeans, the material felt so good rubbing against your clit. You moaned loudly as you moved back n forth trying to get as much friction as you could, you mouth found his neck again and you sucked as you kept moving your hips, he could feel your wetness soaking his pants and your knees digging into his bulge "mmmm please pay attention to me" you whined but he still ignored you, your eyes teared up, you felt so good, but you needed him to touch you, and speak to you, especially that "dadddy please look at me" a tear escaped your eye and that's when he finally looked at you, filthy little whore "What did you call me?" he clenched his jaw and grabbed your chin "I'm sorry I was just .. trying to make you pay attention to me" you mumbled as you stopped the movement of your hips "Do it again, want me to be your daddy? Want to be my babygirl hmm?" You moaned as you heard him, you were ruining him, you were ticking all the check boxes of his kinks and he felt his heart fluttering at that.

"Daddy please, help" you whined desperately, you got tired of moving so he kissed you as he held your hips to help you grind on his thigh "Look at you, your desperation knows no bounds huh? I wonder how deep I can make you fall into this depravity" he kept the rhythm of your hips slow n steady, you felt your orgasm approaching and he could tell you were going to lose it, so he stopped "Don't you dare cum, couldn't even get yourself off hmm? Needy little baby, can't do anything without daddy's help" he brought one of his hand up and pulled your hair backwards, he sucked a mark on your neck and a drop of your tear fell onto his cheek, the approaching orgasm he stopped frustrated you so much but you loved it at the same time "Tell me that you're okay with this darling, that you're enjoying this, I need you to use your words okay?" He asked you softly and you look at him, he's not as bad as he pretends to be all the time, you often wondered what made him so distant like this? "I'm more than okay, I'm perfect, this is the best I have ever felt" you told him and he pulled you in for a loving kiss then he snapped back into his mean mode pretty quickly after that.

His fingers found your clit and he pinched on them, they were swollen with need, you drove him crazy, he ripped your tank top, got you all naked on top of him, you felt so exposed, he was still fully clothed and even had a jacket on "Daddyyy, be mean to me, I need it" you mumbled and he gave you a little laugh, were you made for him only? How was he going to get get over this once he finally leaves you "Yeah want me to make you cry? Want me to be so mean to you that you're sobbing with pleasures? I can do that, oh you know I can do that, fuck yourself on my fingers" he slipped his index and middle finger inside your cunt and you hopped up n down on his digits slowly, your mind felt so blank, so hazy "Your filthy little cunt is dripping all over me, look at that" he collected your juices on his fingers and showed it to you, you blushed furiously at the vulgarity "Go on, continue, don't stop unless I tell you to" he whispered and you started to hop up n down again "I knew you craved degradation the moment I took you the first time, your cunt tightened around me when I called you a whore" he mumbled in your ears, he pulled his fingers out as he felt you getting closer to your release again and you sobbed, he was torturing you.

"Ruining my fresh clothes with your filthy juices, such a dumb attention whore you are, can't go a day without me huh?" you looked down and there was a huge wet patch that formed over his jeans, you were dripping like a fucking water tap, you were immensely turned on with this treatment "Daddy make me cumm please I'll be good I promise" you begged and he laughed as he grabbed your hips again to set the same rhythm as before, slow and torturous "You look so stupid right now baby, I wish you could see how pathetic you are for me, maybe I should film you so you can watch, fulfill that dream of yours too hmm?" He could see how you started to float in there, you really do love being humiliated like this, kinky little slut "No shame, no sense of self respect, you let me walk all over you when you're like this, mindless like an animal, maybe I should keep you in a cage, all collared up with a leash and take you out only when I have a use of your cunt" you sobbed as you heard him, he's so mean but so hot, as if he knows exactly what to say to you, you'd die for him in this moment if he asked you to and you'd definitely love to get collared by him "Daddddy I'm clooosee again... please" you begged, you couldn't use more than few syllables, your brain felt so foggy.

"Can't even speak can you? Empty headed floozy, I have fucked so many women but I have never had anyone so wanton, you're nothing but a walking talking fleshlight made for my use" oh godd.. you didn't even wait for him to give you permission, you came as soon as you heard those last words. He gasped as he felt your whole body shaking and writhing on top of him, you're in your own little heaven he could tell, he was so painfully hard, you were so filthy like this but so innocent when you weren't acting like a horny animal. Perfect combination for him, but he can't have you, can't keep you with him, can't run with you, can't trade his heart to someone again, because he doesn't have one, she broke it.

He watched you come down from your high, you were panting and moaning and sobbing, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs, he kissed you softly over n over again, it didn't feel sexual, it felt very romantic. "Thank you doc" you mumbled as you kissed his forehead "I'm not done with you yet" he whispered and pushed you down on the couch, he undressed himself quickly, he was so hard and he couldn't wait anymore, you gasped as he thrusted inside you in one quick motion "mmm I'm not the only one who craves you like this, you do too" you said to him and he looked at you as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Little minx after his own heart. "You can deny all you want doc" you smiled and threw your head backwards as he increased his pace, fucking you like his life depended on it "I won't, I won't deny that darling, I do crave you like this, but that's just the end of it" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer.

"Whatever..ahh..you say doc, cum inside me, fill me up with your cum pleasee" you mumbled and he did, almost instantly, he kept your arms over your head as he rode his high, his face buried between the crook of your neck. You make him feel so good, not just sexually but otherwise too, you make him wish he could ever trust someone again but he can't "I don't mean any of it I hope you know that" he told you and you smiled "I know doc, you don't need me more than just sex, you say that everyday I get that" you mumbled as you pushed a strand of his hair away from his face "Not that, I meant the things I say to you when you're high on me and begging me to degrade you, I don't mean it, it's just sexual, I don't really think you're a dumb whore or .." you put your index finger on his lips and he stops explaining himself "I know that's why it's hot" you giggled and he gave you a small smile, he picked you up and took you to get showered, you were up against the wall, his one hand on the wall, other one held the side of your neck as he sucked on the other side, warm water cascading down his back "So you were adopted?" you asked him sheepishly and he looked at you "yeah and I don't want to talk about it"

He told you sternly and moved away from you, he shrivel up as soon as you start to talk about feelings or his past, what happened in his life that made him this way? "Okay" you stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him and his eyes softened, you are kind and sweet but so was she, sweetest girl he ever had in his life until she broke him and you would too if he falls for you. Once done with the shower you got dressed up and went back to the kitchen to serve him the dinner. He sat on the table, as he thought about why thor was here, what does he want now? Didn't he take enough from him, now he's here to disrupt the life he have made for himself on midgard? He snapped out of his thoughts as you served him a freshly baked pizza "Did you make it from scratch" he asked you as he took a bite and moaned, it was delicious, you're a good cook "I did" you smiled "It's scrumptious, best I have ever had on mid.. earth" he complimented you, and it made you blush, sometimes when he was nice he was too nice.

After dinner you brushed your teeth, you were starting to feel a little funny, as if you were going to get sick, you hoped not, could it be the virus? No no, you didn't touch anyone except loki, could he have it? God you don't want to think about that possibility either, can't lose that sex god, can't lose the angry chihuahua either, besides the virus didn't really have any symptom, you just die out of nowhere.

You went to his room after you were ready for bed, and he was already sprawled out, he looked at you as you stood at the edge of his bed "what do you want needy child?" He asked you and you rubbed your eyes "cuddles" he was glad that it was dark so you couldn't really see him smiling at how adorable you looked "come here then" he is inviting you? Is he inviting you ? From his own free will? The world must be coming to an end finally, you hopped on the bed quickly and snuggled him. There's no point in rejecting your affection anymore, you're stubborn as hell so he might as well enjoy it while he's here, he wrapped his arms around you and you whispered a soft good night, he was exhausted from the day and then you and he was half asleep "good night, my sweet audrey" he mumbled and you heard him, who is Audrey? Was she his girlfriend? Where is she? What happened? You have never heard him talking about anyone or mentioning anyone before. Thousands of questions raised in your head before you drifted off to sleep yourself

Next morning he woke up before you did, he felt you burning, why were you burning? for a second he was really scared that he passed the virus to you somehow but then he realised it wouldn't have any symptoms. He shook you a little to wake you up "Hey you're burning darling, do you feel feverish?" He asked you and you whined, he got off the bed and brought a thermometer to check your temperature and you were buring with 102 degree fever "You're sick, how do you feel from inside, tell me everything" he asked you, concern visible in his voice, he didn't want anything happening to you "I just..fever, and headache" you told him and he kissed your forehead, he lifted you up bridal style and took you to your room, he laid you down gently. "Okay darling, you need to eat something before I can give you medicines okay?" He told you and you nod, he went to the kitchen and grabbed some crackers you kept as snacks, he fed you few pieces and then gave you two pills for fever and headache "Lie down and rest, I need your blood sample" you whined again and he glared at you "Do not whine I need to make sure it's nothing serious" he covered you in a blanket and came back with a syringe to take your sample. Then he dressed up and went to his clinic, he needed to test your blood.

You fell asleep again, the medicine did work , when you woke up few hours later you thought he would be gone to the hospital but he was in the kitchen, you could smell the chicken soup he was making. When he saw you he walked towards you and kept his palm on your forehead, you felt warm but you were warm all the time "Fever has subsided but no need to exert yourself okay?" He picked you up by your waist and walked back to the kitchen, he situated you on the counter and you wrapped your arms around his neck, and put your head down on his shoulder "I feel queasy" you mumbled and he caressed your head "I tested your blood, nothing is wrong, your body is just fighting a harmless infection, nothing serious, medicines will make it better" he told you, good time to have a doctor as your flatmate. It didn't go unnoticed by you how caring and sweet he was being with you, this is what made you fall for him the first time "mmm okay doc, thank you" you replied to him and he kissed your forehead, before he went back to check on the soup again. "You have to go to work soon?" You asked him and he shook his head "No luckily I had a day off planned so I'm at your service" he didn't have it planned but he wasn't going to leave you all sick and alone here, that's the least he can do for everything you do for him. He's definitely not doing this because he cares about you, he assured himself mentally.

You wanted to ask him about Audrey but you didn't want to upset him right now, the chihuahua seemed at rest for now, maybe later. He asked you to rest on your bed and you followed his order like a good patient, then he brought the soup for you in your room itself, he fed you slowly even though you insisted that you could eat yourself, he glared at you and you didn't protest further. It was kind of nice, he had such a soft side to him that only came out in moments like this. You relaxed after eating as he sat in a chair in the corner of the room, reading a book, in case you needed something. You fell asleep again, the medicines were making you drowsy, for dinner he made porridge for you, you shouldn't eat anything that you won't be able to stomach, he fed you again, made you drink water, and wiped your mouth with his thumbs, he gave you your medicine and went to shower himself.

That night for the first time, it was him coming in your room, instead of you going to his "Scoot" he asked you and you did, he got under the blanket and engulfed you into him, his body warm for a change, he wasn't cold "Doc, you'll get sick, don't wanna get you sick" you sniffed and he held your chin up to look at him "Why are you sobbing? my darling" he asked softly as he wiped your tears and it made you sob more "just feel disgusting right now, didn't even shower today, I don't wanna get you sick" you sobbed and he kissed you assuringly "you're not disgusting, just sick okay? you'll get better tomorrow and then you can shower and do whatever the hell you want, and you won't get me sick, stop worrying about that, I have a very strong immune system, almost as if I'm a god or something" he whispered as his thumb rubbed softly against your chin and his lips found your forehead again. This is nice, for you definitely it is, but this was nice for him too, he loved taking care of you today.

"Sleep darling, let your body heal ,I'm here okay?" he mumbled as he wrapped you in his warmth and caressed your back over n over again until he felt you relaxing, you were almost asleep when he heard your groggy voice.

"Doc?"

"Yes darling?"

"I love you"

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BAD INFLUENCE

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Jensen claims Y/N to be the bad influence when he’s distracted at a con but oh, it takes one bad influence to know another. 

Warnings: Smut, Daddy!Kink, Fingering, Overstimulation, Praise!Kink, Degration!kink, Oral Sex, Pussy Swatting, Dom!Jensen, Cussing?, Pinch of Angst, Implied Smut, sort of dirty talk?

Created For: The Hive, y’all made me horny af

His beard tickles her skin, pushing the woman close to climax as he drags out the third orgasm of the early morning. Trying to satisfy his never ending hunger to have her right here, thighs threatening to suffocate him and trap him there forever. Not that he would mind, this spot was heaven. 

“ Jay, please!” He clearly didn’t want her to walk normally today, that bastard. 

Their eyes meet, locking onto one another as Jay smirks while moving his tongue in figure eights. Driving her closer and closer to paradise. “ You bastard—OH FUCK!” She whimpers at the swift movement of his tongue, thighs threatening to close but both calloused palms forced them open. Tongue moving away from her core as he quickly swats the woman there. 

“ Stay. Still. Otherwise you won’t get anything.” 

“ I didn’t want anything in the first place, mister! You’re the one who woke me up by your mouth!” The woman knows this back talk will cost her a hefty price but he wasn’t playing fair. 

“ Fine, I was doing you a favor sweetheart. You wanna be a fucking brat?” He swats at her core again, watching as Y/N’s hips jutted upward. 

She’s paralyzed as Jensen licks his lips, going to his suitcase to pull out handcuffs and the small black bag. She can’t help but let out a whine, knowing damn well what he was up to. 

Hands now restrained against the headboard in metal cuffs, legs bound and spread open by rope, Jensen smirks at his masterpiece. “ You look so fucking beautiful like this sweetheart, shame I won’t be able to stay longer.” Glancing at his watch, he lets out a deep sigh. 

“ You have two hours, maybe four to reflect on your behavior today. You know better than to talk back to me. Or be a fucking ungrateful brat.” Jensen towers over her frame, grabbing her face roughly. “ I expect to come back to a good little whore, understand?” 

She nodded but Jensen growled, not satisfied with her response. “ What do you say?” His fingers dig into her skin until Y/N groans, ready to comply. 

“ Y-Yes Daddy.” 

“ That’s my girl, now take this time to change your attitude.” He pulls away, getting ready for the con downstairs and occasionally glancing back at Y/N. It’s hard to maintain his self control around her, and as her dom he needs to be fair. Leaving her tied up for a while wasn’t too harsh and they’ve discussed doing this before. 

Though the softer side of him can’t help but leave her a kiss to her temple before heading out, knowing those handcuffs can easily be removed if she pressed the metal button on it if this was too intense. Only time will decide. 

Downstairs, fans revelved in his presence, Jensen’s first solo panel so it was expected to be wild and it was. Questions left and right came at him about Soldier Boy, how he prepared for the role and the differences on set to other ones, most prominently Supernatural. 

It surprised him how people were quick to put in their theories to his unaired episodes, how they’d go and how mean Jensen was gonna be. They’ve got too much time on their hands, that’s for sure. 

Speaking of time, his mind drifts back to the woman in his hotel room upstairs. Restrained on the bed and possibly whimpering for any sort of friction, possibly regretting her decisions to be a brat. 

Unconsciously, he runs a hand down his beard, licking his lips to get that faint taste of her slick. Thinking about going back to her now and fucking her six ways to Sunday. But his brain reminds him where he’s at, where hundreds can witness the boner forming in his jeans. Not like Misha can stand in front of him to hide it, even his friend knows that Y/N is his weakness. 

“ Should I repeat my question?” The fan asks, unsure of why Jensen is so silent and touching his beard a lot. 

“ Oh, sorry yeah go ahead. Got lost for a second.” Jensen kept touching his beard though, and the fans started to speculate in hushed whispers, not that he cares. He’s aware of the fanfiction on him, describing him exactly as he was in the bedroom. Hell, that’s how he met his loving wife, sort of. 

—

Jensen exits the elevator, standing tall and clenching his jaw while opening the door to his room. Y/N was right where he left her, rolling both hips up to nothing and whining. 

“ You little minx, haven’t learned your lesson huh?” He stalks towards the edge of the bed, ghosting his fingers over her inner thigh, to which she jolts at his touch. “ Clearly seducing me while I work, occupying my thoughts…” He clicks his tongue while grazing over her dripping folds, sucking his bottom lip in between teeth. “ You’re a bad influence, we gotta work on that. Daddy’s gotta work, not think about the little slut in his bed.” 

Y/N mewls as his digit teases slipping inside her, brain fuzzy after his slew of degrading words and being isolated for so long. 

“ You think you deserve to be fucked?” She nodded eagerly, moving her hips to get his finger deeper inside. “ After distracting me while I work?” 

His finger pushes deeper inside, watching her fall apart slowly. “ Such a pathetic little thing, desperate for anything at this point.” 

Jensen watches her swallow his finger, even the second one just as easily with a deep growl. “ Guess I can’t blame you, I’m that good.” His fingers get quickly to work, stretching her open in scissor motions and marveling at the sight. 

Y/N’s eyes roll back, practically possessed by the movement of his fingers and continuous spew of words that ought to bring her to shame. 

“ Tell you what, if you cum just like this, I’ll forget your little back talk today. Can you do that? Or are you too dumb to do so?” Y/N nodded again, trying to speak but as his fingers moved faster, loud moans escaped her instead. 

“ Fuck sweetheart, you’re really tight. It’s like I don’t fuck you enough.” He continues to talk but Y/N can’t focus on them as her long awaited climax from earlier comes back in full swing. Washing over her body and when it’s ready, releasing the woman from its spell as she collapses back onto the mattress in a cold sweat. 

His fingers continue to move as she falls back down from her high, chuckling softly while slowly removing them. Bringing it to his lips to taste and groaning. “ Shit, I’m never gonna get tired of this.” 

“ I am, no more please.” She muttered, body going limp as Jensen helped her out, cleaning her up in the process. 

“ You played your role pretty fucking well, told you, acting isn’t that hard.” Jensen leaves butterfly kisses where he can, smiling after each one to which makes Y/N groan in playful disgust. “ Hey, I’m serious. I didn’t think role playing a tumblr fanfiction of yours was going to be this hot.” Once finished, he puts on a favorite shirt that she loves wearing from his closet, pulling her close as they snuggled together. 

“ Hmm, but I didn’t make it to the part where you actually fuck me.” She buries her head in his neck, inhaling that sweet musky cologne of his. Always grounding her back on Earth. 

“ Doesn’t matter, I still had a good time and I don’t wanna push you too much. It was a first for both of us, maybe down the road it’ll be a little more intense.” He places one more kiss on her temple, stroking his fingers along Y/N’s bare backside. “ For now, just get some sleep. You’re gonna need some energy when we get dinner later.” 

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ALTERNATE ENDING: 

His finger pushes deeper inside, watching her fall apart slowly. “ Such a pathetic little thing, desperate for anything at this point.” 

Jensen watches her swallow his finger, even the second one just as easily with a deep growl. “ Guess I can’t blame you, I’m that good.” His fingers get quickly to work, stretching her open in scissor motions and marveling at the sight. 

Y/N’s eyes roll back, practically possessed by the movement of his fingers and continuous spew of words that ought to bring her to shame. 

“ Tell you what, if you cum just like this, I’ll forget your little back talk today. Can you do that? Or are you too dumb to do so?” Y/N nodded again, trying to speak but as his fingers moved faster, loud moans escaped her instead. 

“ Come on, I need words not pathetic noises.” Jensen knows the impact he has on her and is being a dick for that comment but Y/N’s riding his fingers so well and clenching around every word so it’s fine. 

So Y/N tries again but finds herself facing failure once more and groans, hating that she can’t do one simple task. 

“ Come on baby girl, you put words together, it ain’t rocket science.” Though Y/N continues to struggle and he just sighs, faking disappointment. 

Just before he can say more however, a dark chuckle takes his focus off the woman taking his fingers knuckle deep to the auburn standing just a few feet away from their bed. “ Well Jay, if she’s gonna keep making those sinful little noises, you gotta put them to good use. Ain’t that right honey?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly, leaning as far as possible to meet her lips as Danneel’s lingerie covered body leans onto the mattress. “ Has Daddy been torturing you all day? That’s not nice, especially considering how good you were by yourself today. My good little honeybun.” 

Jensen rolls his eyes, swatting Y/N’s clit to make the woman focus back on her punishment. “ She was a brat, stop praising her bad behavior Dee.” 

The auburn chuckled, kissing Y/N sweetly once more. “ She’s never a brat, maybe you are Jay. My girl is always on her best behavior.” She lets her delicate fingers skim down her body to where Jensen was drilling into her with thick digits and began to circle her pearl. “ She just needs a good dom to acknowledge that, right babygirl?” 

Danneel’s touch was far more gentle than Jensen’s and the opposing sides battling it out with her body made Y/N a little dizzy, sighing happily at being in the middle of it all. 

“ I do acknowledge it, but you can’t encourage brat behavior. She needs discipline.” Jensen can feel Y/N’s inner walls clench around him, making obscene noises as he moves even faster. Wrist already cramping up but the man pulls through.

Danneel turns to look at Y/N cupping her cheek with a free hand. “ Daddy’s just jealous that he can’t tame your cute ass. I’ve offered to help him but he never wants it.” She fakes a sigh before moving her hand away from her pearl and standing on both knees onto the bed. “ Poor Daddy, he just doesn’t have what I have,” She moves to have her ass hovering over Y/N’s face, fingers moving the flimsy and soaked lace to the side where the other woman could see Dee’s folds glistening in arousal. 

Y/N licks her lips, waiting for Dee to sink down and smother her in a beautiful and delicious paradise. “ Maybe I should be the one with the dick in the relationship, I know how to use it better.” Danneel can see how Y/N’s mouth salivates at the sight and chuckles, slowly sinking down with a content sigh. “ Or maybe Daddy needs a pussy cause this always makes my lil honeybun a good girl. Doesn’t it?” A whimper vibrates through the auburn’s body and she mewls softly.

“ You just gotta pay attention to her needs Jay, not that hard.” She slowly moves to ride her face, hands tugged at the pebbled nipples through the black lace covering them. “ But after all, the only person who knows what a woman wants is, well, a woman.” 

Dee leans forward, tugging Jensen’s shirt to bring him in for a passionate kiss while her hand goes down to palm his hardening member behind those beloved jeans he enjoys wearing to be a fucking tease. After pulling away, a line of spit connecting their lips, Dee’s face goes serious. “ And don’t ever leave her alone up here unsupervised. You understand? Shame on you for leaving her here where anyone can stick their dick inside her.” 

Danneel was fiercely protective of Y/N, and Jensen should have known better but both parties consented for the desire of getting the roleplay correct based on Y/N’s fanfiction. This is something they had not discussed with Danneel solely for her reaction now, cause Y/N had been through so much the auburn didn’t want her partner to endure more. 

Removing Jensen’s fingers from Y/N’s heat, she sucks them clean before pulling them out of her mouth. Fighting to remain in her dominant composure as Y/N brings her close to orgasm. “ When Y/N makes me cum, she’ll see how it’s like for Daddy to be punished for being a bad guy. And if you wanna redeem yourself Jay, then be a good boy and get the bag of toys. I have plans for your sorry ass.” 

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Backstage

Pairing(s): Misha Collins x F!Reader

Summary: Something about Misha's outfit has really put you in the mood...

Square(s) Filled: Choking for @spnkinkbingo, choking kink for @anyfandomkinkbingo, convention for @spnmixedbingo​

Tags: 18+, thigh riding, dirty talk, light choking, light dom/sub dynamics

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Inspired by this picture from Vegas Con. Thank you to my lovely @deangirl93 for beta-ing🤍

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Maybe it was the fucking pants he had chosen to wear today, ones that stretched out over his thighs whenever he sat down, or maybe it was his stupid little dark gray cardigan with a thick collar, his blue button-up polo peeking out from underneath it. Or maybe it was those two things combined that were doing it for you. Either way, you had been eyeing him all day, and now that the two of you were backstage, finally alone for a few minutes before his solo panel, you weren’t going to waste any time. It would be another five hours before the two of you would be back in the privacy of your hotel room, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait that long. You needed him. Now.

You locked the door behind you as you stepped through the threshold of the room, watching as Misha took a seat on the small couch against the wall. He was engrossed in his phone for the time being, the suspicious locking of the door going unnoticed by him. He set his device down beside him when he noticed you walking over, smiling up at you as you came to stand between his legs, his hands coming to rest on your waist. You bit your lip as you looked him over, your eyes landing on the way those fucking pants stretched over his thighs, a barely audible whimper — but a whimper, nonetheless — escaping you.

“You alright?” he asked sweetly, oblivious to your mood, cocking an eyebrow in question. God, that fucking eyebrow. No, you were not “alright”.

“Mhm,” you replied, bringing your hand to his hair, running your fingers through his dark locks. “I just…” you paused, placing one of your knees on the couch beside him, straddling his left thigh, “… really, really want you. Right now.” You ground down onto him, your hands coming to grip at his shoulders.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, no doubt collecting every last ounce of self control he had, before grabbing ahold of your wrists and pulling your hands off of his shoulders. “We can’t right now, love. I’ve got to be out there in —” he checked his watch, “fifteen minutes.” 

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’ve made me cum in a lot less than fifteen minutes.”

“Y/N,” he warned, his hold on your wrists tightening, his eyebrow raised as he stared up at you. 

You ground down again in response, a mischievous glint in your eye. 

“Oh, really?” he questioned, his tone lined with disbelief at your deliberate disobedience. 

You shrugged, repeating the action, the pressure it provided on your core more than enough to convince you to keep going, despite your boyfriend’s warnings.

Misha shook his head at you, his hands coming to grip at your hips as you kept going, your stare never leaving his. “If you cum on my thigh, it’ll be the last time for a week,” he warned, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were too worked up and it felt too good to stop now. You picked up the pace in response, surprising him even further. 

You looked down at his thigh, a wet spot beginning to show as your arousal seeped through your leggings, and he followed your gaze. “Fuck,” he breathed, noticing the darkening patch on his pants. He grabbed you underneath your chin, his fingers pressing into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, his eyes darkening. “You want everyone to see what a little slut you are, hm? Is that what this is about? You’re gonna leave a mess on my thigh for everyone out there to see?” 

You nodded in his grip, his words going straight to your core. 

“That’s not being a very good girl,” he scolded, pulling your face towards his and kissing you sloppily, hungrily, before breaking it, “but fuck, sometimes I love it when you’re bad.” He glanced down at his thigh again, then to the way your hips were moving, chasing your high. “That’s right, baby.” He moved his hand from your face to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to your windpipes. You gripped onto his forearm with both hands, on the edge of a release. “Go ahead, show me what a little slut you are,” he encouraged, giving your throat an extra squeeze, and that was enough to send you over the edge, coming undone on his thigh as you held back a scream. “Gooood,” he praised as you rode through it, and you could hear a smile in his voice. 

You collapsed on top of him moments later, your arms wrapping around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, a low chuckle escaping him as he rubbed his hands gently up and down your back. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked. 

You shrugged, trying to steady your breathing. “Think it was this outfit,” you mumbled into his cardigan.

“Is that why you decided to ruin it? I’m gonna have to change pants, baby,” he laughed softly.

A knock on the door startled the both of you. “Misha? They’re ready for you.”

“Shit.”

You giggled as you rolled off of him, and he quickly grabbed a napkin from the nearby coffee table and poured some water onto it from his plastic bottle. Trying to get your mess out only caused a bigger stain, and it wasn’t until the second knock on the door came that he finally decided to give up. 

“Coming!”

He shot you a look, one that said, “you’re in trouble”, before heading out the door. 

A few moments later, you could hear him on stage. “By the way guys, if you want to know how my day is going, I just spilled water on myself backstage, so that’s what all this is.”

You giggled to yourself, still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss as you stretched out on the couch and closed your eyes, thoughts of which punishment Misha had in store for you flooding your mind, not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, backstage might just be your new favorite place to push his buttons.​

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Calendar Boys *Member Exclusive*

Summary: Random Acts is releasing a charity calendar. When Jensen sees his outfit for December, he swears he’s gonna kill Misha; Y/N swears she’s going to kiss him.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Sexy Santa, Calendar Shoot, Awful Christmas Puns, Strip Tease/Lap Dance, Praise Kink, Daddy!Jensen, Daddy Dom / Little Girl, Humiliation, Thumb Sucking, Pussy Spanking, Masturbation (M), Anal Creampie Word Count: 3k

“Behave,” Jensen pointed at her, voice low and cautionary.

“Why?” Y/N sashayed towards her boyfriend, running a hand lightly from his shoulder and down his bare back, tracing the sinewy muscles that flexed when his hand clenched at his side.

“Because only good girls get presents for Christmas,” he reminded her.

“But naughty girls have way more fun in the meantime.” Y/N leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“No, naughty girls get spanked. Don’t they, sweetheart?” Jensen spun and caught her hand by the wrist, which had been on its way to grope at the front of his pants.

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[impala-dreamer]

Hold Her Down

An Erotic Tale

~Misha's in charge and he's going to make sure you remember that.~

Misha Collins x Reader x Jensen Ackles 

1,732 Words

Warnings: M/F/M. Dom!Misha, sub!Jensen, sub!reader. being held down? lots of sex. just hot. and fluffy finish.

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A warm breath passes over your lips and your eyes flutter open, finding the most beautiful green gems staring back at you.

Jensen smiles and licks at your lips, driving his tongue into your hungry mouth when you relax into him. He’s on his side, lying face to face with you as Misha is lost between your thighs, lapping at your clit and stroking the sweet spot deep inside.

A push of Misha’s thick fingers to the left and your hips buck up into him, your knees start to shake, closing around his head.

“Lie still,” he warns, voice deep and flooded with authority.

You swallow hard and breathe out into Jensen’s mouth, moaning as he snaps his fingers over your nipple.

“Mmm fuck,” you moan out, and Misha’s hand cracks on the base of your ass.

“Be quiet.”

Another warning but it’s hard to keep track of all your rules tonight. There’s not much space left in your head besides their names and the way they’re both playing with you, so rough yet gentle, so hot, so perfect.

“S-sorry,” you whimper, body flooded with the sweet chemicals they’re both sending through your system.

Jensen leaves your lips and sits up on an elbow to play with your tits. He massages and teases, plucking at your nipples with his cool fingertips and warm lips.

Sensations run wild and your thighs tremble. Misha swipes two fingers over your clit and the jolt of pleasure forces your hips upwards again, shoving your cunt into his face.

He backs away and growls.

“I’ve told you twice now to hold still.”

Panting, you can feel the orgasm looming just ahead but Misha removes himself and a wisp of cold air makes you shiver.

“I’m sorry!” you beg, spreading your legs wider and locking your knees.

Misha looks down at you with darkened sapphire eyes and shakes his head. “I know you are.” A single finger swipes up your slit from ass to clit and you hold your breath for fear of moving.

“I-I won’t move, I swear. I’ll hold still.”

He does it again, dragging that single digit through your slick heat and he cocks his head, looking down at you seriously. “I don’t think you will,” he said simply. “I think you’re too excited tonight to pay attention. I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here.”

A wave of nervousness eats its way down your spine and goosebumps spring up across your limbs.

Misha notes the rise and draws his big hands down your thighs, smoothing and soothing your fears.

He looks to Jensen who has his mouth sealed around your right nipple. “Jensen? Who’s in charge?”

Without a thought, plump lips leave your tit and he answers in a breathless, “you are.”

A smile spreads over Misha’s pink lips. “That’s a good boy. You’re right.” Blue eyes flash back to yours. “Did you forget?”

Quickly, you shake your head. “N-no. Never forget. You’re in charge, Sir. Always.”

He licks his lips slowly and considers your contrition. “Then why can’t you sit still?” His thumb rolls over your clit and spasms of pained pleasure roll through you. “Hmm?”

“I-I can,” you promise, barely able to hold still as he circles your clit roughly. “I will.”

Misha glares and then falls to his belly, eyes still glued to your face. “Let’s see.”

His lips close around your clit and a shudder attacks, vibrating through you as he sucks and licks in the same moment. He threads a finger through your pussy lips and your hips move on their own, thrusting down onto his hand.

Again, Misha backs up. “That’s it.”

Your heart races at his tone and you fear the worst.

“Jensen-” Misha nods at you, giving Jensen the cue to move. “Hold her down.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jensen pops to his knees instantly and moves to take hold of your wrists, pinning them beside your head with all his strength.

“Fuck…” The weight on him on top of you, the sight of his stiff cock so close, practically bouncing on your tits, makes your head swim.  Jensen grins down at you and you let out a stunted cry. “God- fuck!”

“Keep her quiet, too,” Misha orders and Jensen nods, bending down to kiss you silent.

His tongue is amazing and for a moment there is nothing else in the universe except Jensen. His scent floods your senses, his taste is intoxicating. He kisses with a pressure and method like no one else in the world and your brain ticks off for a long moment, drunk on him.

Misha calls you back too soon, humming against your clit while he stuffs three fingers into you. The roughness of his calloused hand scrapes against your delicate flesh and you whimper into Jensen’s mouth, tightly wound and so close to losing it.

A trickle of precum slides down from Jensen’s cock onto your breast and you moan with desperate hunger. Pushing Jensen away with your tongue, you look down at his dick, mouth watering, chest heaving. You reach for him with your tongue but think better of it, looking down at Misha who’s staring up at you, face smashed in your cunt, eyes wide and observant.

“Please, Sir, m-may I suck Jensen’s cock? Please?”

He ponders for a moment and then nods, pressing his tongue flat against your clit.

Filled with excitement and submissive wonder, you squirm and lick at Jensen’s belly until he rearranges and offers you his already throbbing cock. He shifts, holding both of your wrists in one giant hand and wrapping the other around the base of his shaft. He slaps the tip against your lips and you open wide, already drooling.

Your mouth snaps shut and Jensen grunts loudly as he slowly slides down your throat. It’s a practiced move for both of you; one of your favorite things is seeing how far he can go without choking you. Deeper and deeper he goes until your throat closes, protesting him going any further. You gag loudly and both Jensen and Misha moan at the sound.

“Such a good girl,” Misha praises. “Fuck her mouth real good, Jensen.”

Jensen bites his lip and obeys, locking his free hand around your throat so he can feel his cock bulging there. He picks a quick rhythm and soon there’s nothing but the sound of him moaning and the wet, pathetic hums pulsing from the back of your throat.

“Both so good for me.” Misha sits back, lazily stroking your cunt as he gets onto his knees. “My perfect little pets. My playthings.” His eyes glaze over as he watches Jensen fuck your beautiful mouth and he fists his own cock, tugging hard. “All mine.”

Jensen groans heavily and exhales a hard, “yours” and your body shudders. The sound of his submission is almost too much for your mind to handle and your cunt pulses visibly.

Misha looks down with a smirk and nudges the tip of his cock through your slit. Up and down, slowly and deliberately, he bypasses your entrance over and over until your nails dig into Jensen’s fingers and your toes curl into the sheets.

A muffled scream covers Jensen’s cock and Misha laughs to himself.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He sets the head of his thick cock at your hole and pulses slowly in and out, just an inch. “You aren’t satisfied with one cock in you,” he teases, pushing in another tiny bit. “You need all your holes filled up, don’t you?”

You beg, crying out, splattering saliva all over Jensen’s dick as Misha finally, blessedly pushes inside.

Somehow, their rhythm combines, matching thrust for thrust, one in, one out, over and over until you’re nothing more than a ragdoll dangling between them. At some point, Jensen drops your wrists in favor of playing with your tits, but your hands don’t move, your hips don’t buck, your muscles don’t shiver. There’s nowhere to go, no reason to move. Your cunt throbs around Misha’s thickness, your throat swallows around Jensen’s length, and that’s all you are. Just holes to be fucked, just a toy to be loved and used and played with.

Jensen bites his lip hard and squeezes the base of his cock, ready to explode. He turns to Misha, begging. “M-may I cum, Sir? Please?”

Misha thrusts thrice more before answering, getting himself there as well. In a deep, graveled voice, he commands you and Jensen both, “Cum. Now.”

There’s a crash, like lightning has struck the hotel, but it’s just the headboard thrashing against the wall as Misha slams into you a final time, nearly knocking Jensen off of the bed.

They both cum as you quake beneath them, shooting their hot loads into your gaping holes.

You swallow Jensen down, choking on the tangy sweetness and reach out for a hand, for a shoulder, for something.

Your brain is empty and your eyes can’t focus. There’s only colors and bright lights rimming your vision. You can feel yourself leaking, fluids pouring from your mouth and cunt, but there’s no moving to wipe them clear, no embarrassment, no nothing.

You’re simply floating on that big bed as Misha and Jensen meet, kissing and holding each other until the glow fades away.

A tightness coils in your chest, but Misha’s there to quickly ease it away. He dabs at your chin with a warm cloth and brings a glass of water to your lips. Jensen flutters about, carefully wiping at the mess between your thighs and draping a big blanket over you.

They lie with you in the middle, still exchanging touches and kisses above your head. A few land on your forehead and lips, tender and sweet. They don’t bother you much, knowing how spent you are, how exhausted.

Misha scoots down to cradle your head in his arms, tugging you to him while Jensen scoots up behind.

“You did so good, babygirl,” he whispers. “So, so good.”

Feeling begins to come back to your arms and legs and your eyes flutter closed. “Thank you, Sir,” you sigh, burying your face in his warm chest.

Jensen kicks his knees up and locks them behind yours, his arm resting in the curve of your waist. He kisses your shoulder and nuzzles in.

You’re safe, loved, protected, and there’s no place else you’d rather be than locked between them. Forever.

     

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Red Stud (Part 1/3)

Title: Red Stud

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  N/A

Word Count: 8700

Summary: A look at how Jensen met Misha and began their journey. Partner to Submissive but can be read by itself. 

Warnings: AU, Sub!Jensen, Dom!Misha, Humiliation!Kink, 

A/N:  Seriously, not for the faint of heart. No hate. Inspiration belongs to @impala-dreamer

Thank you to @deansbxtch for being my beta

Character: Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins

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“What are you doing this weekend, Jensen?” Jared asked as they walked to their ten a.m. biology class. 

“Nothing. Maybe doing that ‘American Ideals’ paper for the capstone class,” Jensen responded, heaving his backpack into a more comfortable position. “Why did we take half our classes on Friday?” 

“To have Mondays and Tuesdays off,” Jared laughed. “Anyway, there’s a rave happening at this club I know of. Wanna go?” 

“A rave? Like, an actual rave, not a house party?” 

“Yeah! They have strippers until Midnight, then it turns into a Rave. It goes until the morning I’ve heard. They also have some BDSM rooms, supposedly, but you have to be a member to go in there.”

“What’s the cover?” Jensen asked. 

“Fifty,” Jared said. 

“That’s cheap for Vegas.”

“That’s the whole point! Anyway, what do you think?” 

“As long as you don’t kidnap me into a BDSM room, I’m fine,” Jensen joked. 

“Ugh,” Jensen groaned. The taste in his mouth made his stomach turn over. It was like something had crawled in there and died. He sat up, careful to extract himself from the unknown man in his bed. His ass still had a dull throb from the previous night. 

Slowly getting out of his bed, careful not to wake up his partner from last night, Jensen made his way to the bathroom of the apartment he shared with Jared. He could hear the sounds of throwing up from inside. 

“Jare, I’m coming in to brush my teeth!” He hollered, opening the door. 

Jared wasn’t the one in the bathroom. A brunette was heaving over the toilet. 

“Oh, shit, sorry!” He said. She looked over at him. 

“You’re naked,” She stated. 

“Sorry,” he said again, and shut the door. 

The door to the apartment opened and Jared came down the hall with a drink holder of coffee. He handed one coffee to Jensen, who took it with a word of thanks and took a drink. 

“Still throwing up?” He asked, nodding to the bathroom. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jensen responded. “I’m gonna go put on pants.” 

As he pulled on a pair of soft sweatpants, the man still in Jensen’s bed stretched and then sat up. Jensen handed him his coffee. The man took a deep drink and handed it back. 

“Thanks,” he said, getting up and stretching again. “What a party, eh?”

“Wild,” Jensen agreed. The man’s deep voice and electric blue eyes brought a memory of last night to Jensen’s mind. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I’ll bet that’s all you want, filthy slut!”

“Yes, Sir! Please fuck me!”

“Oh, fuck, it’s nearly three!” 

He stood up and quickly dressed, gathering the pieces of clothing that had been tossed into various parts of the room. 

“Got any cologne I can borrow?” He asked. 

“Yeah, on the dresser,” Jensen responded, watching the man get dressed. When the man came up to him, Jensen realized he was nearly as tall as he was, with dark, disheveled hair, and those electric blue eyes that made Jensen feel as though he could see right through him. 

“Thanks for last night,” He whispered, Jensen smirked and they kissed.

“See ya around,” Jensen said when they broke apart, though he knew he wouldn’t. 

“That party was insane,” Jared said as they sat down on the couch in the small living room. 

“I don’t remember much,” Jensen grunted.

“You’ll get some pieces back like usual.” 

“Did we… Take anything?” He asked. 

“Besides a shit load of alcohol? I don’t think so,” Jared responded absently, scrolling on his phone. “Why?” 

“Just wondering.”

“We gotta do that again,” Jared sighed, happily. 

“I won’t,” a female voice said. The girl had come around the corner, purse in her hand. “Sorry for spewing my guts out.” 

“You okay?” Jared asked. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna go,” She turned to Jensen. “You should get on a pole more often.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You don’t remember?” She asked, then continued. “You got up on stage and swung yourself around the pole like you’d been doing it for years.” 

“I did what?” He asked, incredulous. Jared snickered. 

“It was pretty awesome,” Jared muttered.

“Shut the hell up!”

A few days later, he got a text from an unknown number. He was studying in the library. 

I can’t stop thinking about you stretched around my cock, those green eyes rolling up into your head.

He looked around, worried, but no one was nearby. 

Who is this? 

It could be any of his one night stands from the last few weeks.

I’m offended, we had such a good time the other night! - Sir M

It must be that blue eyed man he met at Frenzy. What did he say his name was? It had been something strange. Another message came through. 

You were such a good slut for me. I’d love to have you for myself. - Sir M

Jensen blushed to himself. He didn’t usually sleep with the same person twice. He thought briefly about making an exception. It had been an amazing night. Most of the pieces of the night had come back. The blue eyed stranger had dominated over him, easily taking complete control of their time together. Jensen had thoroughly enjoyed it. As the memories floated to the forefront of his mind, Jensen could feel that his cock was hardening. Another message. 

I’ll bet you’re so hot and bothered right now, thinking about the way I owned you. - Sir M

Jensen finally texted back.

Yes, Sir.  

It became tradition, each month Jensen and Jared would go to a Rave night at Frenzy. They would stay until the place shut down at 5 a.m. and then crash until late afternoon. Sometimes they brought dates home, sometimes not. Sir M and Jensen continued to message each other. Sir M could be very domineering, even over a simple text and it sent thrills of excitement through Jensen’s body.

About a week after his one night stand with Sir M, Jensen walked into the studio shyly, it was his first time here. He’d been curious about pole dancing ever since that girl had told him how well he’d done. 

“Shoes off please!” The teacher, Jaz, behind the desk said sharply. “No outside shoes on the studio floor. Please sign this waiver and set your yoga mat down next to one of the poles.” 

Jensen ended up loving pole dancing, going to class three times a week in between his college classes and working a part time job. One day after class, about six months later, Jaz called his name as he was walking out the door. 

“Yeah?” He said, walking over to her, his bag slung over his shoulder and a yoga mat in his hands. 

“You’re still pretty new, but I know you like to go to Frenzy every so often. They get a lot of their talent from this studio and they’re holding closed auditions for a new male act. I was wondering if you wanted to audition? You’re one of my only male students and I think I have just the song for you.” 

Jensen stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” He said eventually, “I mainly do this for fun-”

“Strippers there, especially males, make upwards of $500 a night.” 

That was more than Jensen was making now, way more. He thought for a few moments, then relented. 

“Let me know what to do.” 

Three Saturdays in a row, he practiced one on one for three hours with Jaz. On the fourth Saturday, they ran through the entire routine twice. Jensen was sore, tired, and out of breath. 

“You’re ready,” Jaz said excitedly. “I think you’ll take the job easy.” 

“You… Sure?” Jensen said between gulps of air. 

“I’m damn sure. You’ll knock ‘em dead this afternoon!” She gave Jensen a quick hug and began to ready the studio for her next class. “Make sure you drink plenty of water-”

“And eat plenty of protein,” Jensen finished, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. “I know.” 

That afternoon, Jensen arrived outside Frenzy at 1:30. Auditions started at 2. He showed his paperwork to the bouncer at the door and was let in. The place was a little unnerving when it was mostly empty and the lights were all on. He made his way towards the Rave Hall and saw a check-in table. He walked up to the two women. One looked up as he approached.

“Here for an interview for the bouncer positions?” She asked. 

“Uh.. no,” he said, caught slightly off guard. “I have an audition for pole dancing.” 

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Sorry! Um, name?” 

“Ackles,” He said. 

“Got it. Locker rooms are that way,” She pointed. “Follow the signs. They’re still doing female auditions, so they may be running slightly late. Do you have a song?” 

“Yeah,” he handed over a CD with his name and audition number on it, then made his way to the locker rooms. 

As he got dressed, his nerves started to send butterflies to his stomach. He pulled on a pair of tight black cycling shorts and a plain black t-shirt. He had decided to go barefoot for this audition. From the information he had received, there would be a panel of judges and they would ask him a few questions before he danced. Jensen noticed as he waited for his name to be called that most people were doing slow and sensual songs, sometimes even emo. This made him slightly more nervous since Jaz had chosen a fast song for him. 

“Next up is Ackles! Ackles to the stage!” 

Jensen took a deep breath and then stepped out of the curtain onto the stage. He stood next to the pole and blanched slightly. It seemed like most of the auditioners were staying in the room after they’d auditioned to see the rest of the performers. Jensen only saw three other men in the audience. Then he looked at the panel of judges. Two men and a woman sat there. 

The man in the middle had electric blue eyes. Electric blue eyes that made Jensen feel as though he could see right through him. Electric blue eyes that Jensen recognized. Sir M. It knocked the breath clean out of him. 

“You used your real name?” The bearded man asked, rolling his eyes. “What’s your stage name?” 

“I..I don’t have one,” Jensen stuttered, shrugging. 

“Oh boy,” he said in annoyance. “Any tattoo-”

“Red Stud,” the blue eyed man interrupted. 

“What?” the bearded man snapped. “Collins, are you in-”

“No, I’m just giving him a stage name. Red hair and just look at those muscles! Yummy.” 

“Red Stud, I guess it works,” The man turned back to Jensen. “Tattoos?” 

“N-No,” Jensen sputtered, he started to think this had been a mistake. He grabbed the pole, noticing it was on spin. He could do the routine either way, but doing it on spin was harder. 

“Why do you want this job?” The woman asked, speaking for the first time. 

“I love to dance,” Jensen said smoothly, he was aware his voice had become more even and slightly huskier. “I can dance, and I want to make money doing what I love.” 

“Well, I think we’d love to see!” Sir M clapped his hands together. “Go on.”  

I saw him dancin' there by the record machine

I knew he must a been about seventeen

The beat was goin' strong

Playin' my favorite song

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me, singin'

As soon as the music started,  Jensen felt right at home. As if he were back in the studio practicing with Jaz. The loud guitar strums and drum set blasted through the speakers and Jensen opened “I Love Rock N’ Roll” by flexing his biceps, rolling his hips, and showing off his muscles, visible even under the t-shirt, to the various parts of the room. People started clapping along with the beat. When the lyrics started, he climbed the pole to the top, stopping at the end of each line to do various hangs to show off his strength, flowing with the hard rock. 

I love rock n' roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock n' roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

Ow

Once he reached the top of the pole, the chorus started and Jensen folded over and around the pole, holding an attitude position before quickly hip-switching to a sundial. He pulled up and inverted into a Fang, spinning quickly with the music before doing a cartwheel dismount. 

He smiled, so I got up and asked for his name

"That don't matter", he said, "'cause it's all the same"

I said, "Can I take you home where we can be alone?"

And next we were movin' on

He was with me, yeah, me

Next we were movin' on

He was with me, yeah, me singin'

He pole walked once, before unveiling his next climb. Jaz had spent the majority of their first session teaching him this complex no legs, hand-over-hand climb until Jensen could do it perfectly without falling. Jensen was surprised to hear cheers. He climbed, doing a pull up at the end of each line of music until he was at the top of the pole again. He quickly maneuvered into a cross-legged sit so his arms were free.

I love rock n' roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock n' roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

Ow

Jensen tore his shirt in half splitting it down his chest, then took it off and flung it at the blue eyed judge. He then inverted into a crucifix and nose dived down the pole. Jensen gracefully dismounted as the music faded. He took a bow to the cheering audience before turning his attention towards the judges. Jensen became all too aware of the sheen of sweat covering his face and chest and felt his cheeks reddening - it had nothing to do with the workout he’d just done and everything to do with Sir M staring at him. 

“I...I thought Jaz said you were new to pole dancing,” the woman said in awe. 

“I mean, I’ve only been pole dancing for about six months,” Jensen responded, shrugging. “Should I go?” 

“Can you dance like that tonight?” Sir M asked, his voice deep and vibrating. 

“I- What?” 

“Can. You. Dance. Like that. Tonight?” He asked again, more slowly, like Jensen was hard of hearing. 

“I’d need a new black t-shirt… but yeah, I can,” Jensen felt even more blood rushing to his face. 

“Then the job is yours. You’re on at midnight,” the bearded man said. “Be here no later than 11.”

As he was walking out, he heard his name called. Turning, he was shocked to see Jared. 

“Since when do you dance?” 

“Six months or so,” Jensen said, looking away from Jared. 

“Dude, you’re insanely good!”

“Uh...Thanks. Why are you here?” 

“Got hired as a bouncer!” He said excitedly. 

“Dude, that’s awesome!” Jensen exclaimed. “I gotta go call Jazzy and tell her I got the dance slot and then get ready for tonight.” 

“I’ll see you tonight! It’s my first night too.” 

Jensen was able to meet most of the other dancers that night in the locker room. It turned out that there were only three other male dancers, so everyone shared one locker room. A girl came up to Jensen. She was dressed in a red thong and red corset. She had blonde hair that was curled in large spirals. He recognized her as the female judge from earlier. 

“Hi, Red,” She said, smacking some gum and winking at him. 

“Hey,” He nodded. 

“Come on, I’m gonna show you the ropes and rules. I’m Cherie by the way. So, tonight. They’re just going to have you open the Rave with your routine, but people will still throw tips at you. Each of us also has a jar at the bar where people can place tips, too. Don’t forget to empty it before you leave for the night. If you have any problems with patrons on the floor, grab one of the bouncers. After a couple weeks, you might do some dancing for tips, or they might have you out on the floor to do lap dances and such. I dunno, Mish will let you know.” 

“‘Mish?’” Jensen asked. 

“Misha Collins?” She looked at him incredulously. “Big blue eyes, stubbled jaw, orgasm inducing voice?” 

“Oh, him.” 

“Yeah, him. Let's get some makeup on you.”

Jensen fidgeted as midnight approached. His butterflies were even bigger now and he worried he’d mess up the entire routine. As the acts neared his, the music got faster. Cherie was just before him in the lineup, her song started, ‘Cherry Pie’ by Warrant. Jensen warmed his body and put grip aid on his hands. Cherie came through the curtain. She had removed the corset during her act and was down to her red thong and pasties. 

“Good luck, Red,” She winked at him. 

He swallowed hard and entered the stage through the curtain. A few whistles met him. 

“Please welcome to the stage, our newest dancer. His debut performance right here, right now! RED STUD!” the emcee announced. 

‘I Love Rock N’ Roll’ started and Jensen began his routine. He only slipped once and it was barely noticeable. Cheers and applause met him and he bowed. Then, he quickly picked up the cash tips that had been tossed onstage and exited. He’d made nearly $250 from tips he’d picked up off the stage.

Jensen made his way to the bar after he put on another black shirt from his locker. The lights shut off completely and black light turned on. Glow sticks lit up the room. A thumping bass beat blared through the speaker. Jensen sat down at the bar in an open seat and waited for the bartender to see him. The bartender came over to him. 

“What can I get ya?” He yelled over the thick bass beat. 

“Shot of whiskey!” He yelled back. As he went to hand over a ten, a hand caught him. Jensen turned to see Misha standing right next to him. He was wearing a red t-shirt that was a size too small and stretched dangerously over his shoulders. Up close, Jensen was able to see just how handsome the man- Misha- really was. 

“On the house!” He yelled to the bartender. “And make it two!” 

Jensen and Misha tapped glasses and took the shots together. After four more shots each, Jensen was feeling much more free and relaxed. Misha tapped his hand against his shoulder. 

“Come with me!” He yelled. 

Misha dragged Jensen into the Rave and they began to dance together. After the second song they were both drenched in sweat and the alcohol was really hitting Jensen’s head. He hadn’t eaten anything in a few hours. Misha raised his hand to his mouth and swallowed. Then raised his hand to his mouth again. This time he grabbed Jensen’s face and began kissing him. Jensen opened his mouth in surprise and Misha shoved his tongue in and Jensen felt a small pill. Guessing what it was, he swallowed and continued to make out with Misha. 

Within ten minutes, the drug was taking effect. Jensen began to feel remarkably loose, happy and floaty. Misha was grinding against his ass and Jensen didn’t mind one bit. The music thrummed heavily through his head, his heart speeding up to match the rapid music. The bass beat dropped and Misha was reaching around palming Jensen’s half hard cock through the shorts he was wearing. His moan was lost in the music as he leaned back into Misha’s solid body. 

Then, Misha was pulling him along, through the waves of people. They reached a door on the other side and Misha pushed him through it. They were in a back hallway and Misha pushed Jensen into another room. The lights flicked on. Noise was completely silenced when the door closed but Jensen’s head pounded with the remnants of the bass line. 

“Should we be in here?” Jensen asked, eyes widening as he took in the sight of the room. It was a smaller room, but it was beautiful and dangerous. The walls were red, the carpet was plush and black. A few sex toys were scattered around and Jensen could only imagine what was in the armoire at the other side of the room. There was also a double bed in the corner behind the door. 

“It’s my private room,” Misha said. 

“A private room?” 

Misha came up behind him and began kissing and nipping at his neck. Misha grabbed the hem of Jensen’s shirt and dragged it over his head before going back to kissing his neck. Jensen moaned lightly. 

“Owning the place does have its perks,” Misha growled, his voice low and lust-filled. 

Jensen turned to face Misha and pulled the other man’s shirt off. Misha pulled Jensen over to the bed and pushed him down on it. As Misha kicked his jeans off and leaned down on top of Jensen, something clicked into place. 

“Are you a Dom?” Jensen asked. 

“You could most certainly say that,” Misha laughed. 

“I’ve never really… Except that night with you and I don’t remember everything.” 

“Well, it’s up to you, but I promise I’ll make it worth it if you stay, Boy,” the voice slipped down a few notes and Misha reached a hand into Jensen’s hair and pulled lightly. A rush of pleasure flowed through his body. Jensen moaned. “What are your limits?” 

“Nothing too crazy, I’m, uh, pretty vanilla you could say.” 

“Vanilla it is, but next time we do things my way,” Misha smirked before kissing Jensen again. Blood rushed to his face and his cock, making his brain spin. He laughed into Misha’s mouth, the feeling of euphoria enveloping him again. 

--

As Jensen began to swim into consciousness, he squeezed his eyes shut more tightly. His head was pounding, his muscles ached, his ass hurt, and his mouth was as dry as the deserts surrounding Las Vegas. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room. He had no idea where he was. The room was lit softly through thick curtains. The walls were a cool grey and matched the bedding. An unopened water bottle was sitting on the nightstand and Jensen grabbed it, cracking it open and taking a deep drink. 

“I was thinking I was going to have to come wake you up. It’s nearly five,” Misha’s voice startled Jensen, and he looked around to see Misha standing in the doorway. 

“I’d have been up at three if you hadn’t slipped me Ecstasy,” Jensen grumbled. “Where are my clothes?” 

Misha walked over to the closet and stepped inside. He threw a shirt and a pair of jeans on the bed. 

“You only had on those pole shorts when we came home,” Misha answered. “Take those. They should fit okay.” 

Jensen got out of bed and stumbled sideways. Misha caught him. He became suddenly dizzy and shut his eyes trying to clear the feeling before it made him hurl. 

“You okay?” Misha asked. 

“Just a bit dizzy… Stood up too fast,” Jensen grunted. He slowly put weight back on his legs and got dressed in Misha’s clothes. They smelled like leather and cologne. An image of Misha pushing his cock into Jensen’s mouth came to mind. 

“We should get some food in you,” Misha said. “Do you want to have dinner with me?” 

“Sure,” Jensen said, his stomach snarling at the thought. 

--

“Everything okay?” Misha asked. 

“When you said ‘have dinner’ I thought you meant a dive bar or a diner or something…”

“Oh no, Sweetness, when I dine, I dine in style.” 

“I’m not really appropriate-” Misha cut him off. 

“Nonsense. Come on.” 

The maitre’d greeted Misha by name and led them all the way to the back of the restaurant to a private booth. A waitress dropped off water, smiling at them before gliding away to the kitchen. Jensen fiddled with the menu, slightly uncomfortable. 

“What’s wrong?” Misha asked in his low, gravelly voice. 

“Just nervous,” Jensen mumbled. 

“Listen, about last night-” It was Jensen’s turn to cut off Misha. 

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Well… Good, then,” Misha said. “Are you good to go on tonight?” 

“Of course,” Jensen waved a hand at Misha.

The waitress arrived with an appetizer. 

“The usual, Sir?” She asked Misha. He nodded, then the waitress turned to Jensen, but Misha interjected. 

“Let me order for you.” It wasn’t a question. 

Jensen, shocked, nodded at him jerkily. Misha whispered into the waitresses ear and she gave him a nod before vanishing again. He turned back to Jensen, and put a hand on his scruffy face. Jensen suddenly had butterflies in his stomach again. 

“So what are you into?” Jensen blurted out the question. 

“Huh?” 

“You know, like you have a private room at Frenzy- Hell, you OWN Frenzy. You’re a Dom, you asked my limits…” Jensen trailed off. 

“I’m into things you couldn’t even dream of,” He said, darkly. Jensen shivered. It was strange, the way Misha could make him feel both scared and aroused at the same time. “But for the most part I’m into Dom/sub.”

“Like, whips and chains and ‘Master’?” Misha chuckled at the look on Jensen’s face.

“I’m more into the relationship, the power exchange, not the punishments, and I prefer to be called ‘Sir,’” He responded. “You know nothing of BDSM if you’ve just watched porn.” 

Misha began explaining the mechanics and the true BDSM scene. Jensen became much more interested, and aroused, as Misha explained the true relationship between Dominants and their submissives. He never figured this sort of scene would be up his alley, but the way Misha had made Jensen beg for release last night… 

“You’ve barely touched your food,” Misha stated. “Eat.”

Jensen did so. Misha smirked at him, his eyes were filled with lust and approval. 

“What?” He asked. 

“You absentmindedly enjoy being told what to do. I just had a very intriguing thought,” Misha said in a hushed voice. 

“What?” Jensen was even more confused. 

“Let me introduce you to being submissive. I think we’d be a good match. We like each other and damn you’re just yummy. I can’t get enough of you.” 

Jensen looked down at his mostly empty plate, his mind was hesitant, but his cock was thoroughly interested in the idea of having sex with Misha again. 

“Try it,” Misha pressed. “If you don’t like it, no harm no foul… But I think you’ll fall in love with it.” 

“Fine,” Jensen relented, telling himself he could try something new. “We should get going. I need to go home and shower. I also need to work out a little. I missed my afternoon class today.” 

“Want a ride home?” Misha asked. 

“That would be welcome,” Jensen whispered.

Jensen finally got back to Frenzy at ten pm. He opened his locker and saw a jar of tips. The jar from the bar. Jensen groaned, knowing he would probably be in trouble with the bartender for forgetting to pick them up. He then pulled his phone out of his locker to check it. He had a message from Sir M. 

I need you to open and close the dance acts next weekend. Open with a slow, sensual song for me? Then close with your regular routine. Next week you work Wednesday thru Sunday. W & Th & Sun 7p - 3a.m. Fr & Sat 7pm - 12:15 am, then you’ll join me in the Member’s Club -Sir M

He immediately texted Jazzy to find out if she could help him with a new routine. 

We can practice this week, I’ve got a good one for you. I’m here btw! To see you perform. 

That week was one of the hardest of his life. He even skipped a few classes at the college trying to get some rest between the club, school, practicing a completely new song, and texting Misha. He barely even saw Jared except at Frenzy. 

Friday evening came and Jensen was a ball of wrecked nerves. He was exhausted, but got a jolt of excitement at the thought of performing a slow song just for Misha. The emcee was beginning to announce the acts and Jensen’s whole body buzzed with nervous excitement. 

“Let’s open up with Red Stud!” The emcee yelled. 

Jensen took the stage and a few whistles broke out above the chattering crowd. He sat down in front of the pole, back pressed against it and nodded toward the emcee. “You’re the Best” by Wet played through the speakers as Jensen began to go through the choreography Jazzy taught him. It was slow and sensual, just what Misha had asked for. Most of the choreo had him on the floor, using the pole as just a prop, instead of being on it the entire time. He ended the song on the floor, in a shoulder mount with his legs split. People clapped, cheered, and whistled. Jensen collected the money on the stage and went back to the locker room, to rest and get ready for the closing act. 

After the closing act, Jensen got a t-shirt on and went out into the now Rave Room. As he approached the bar, he saw Misha talking to a few patrons. One girl was draped over his shoulder and a hotness spread through Jensen’s body. Jealousy. They had never said they’d be exclusive, Jensen reasoned, but he still wanted to toss the girl into what was now becoming a mosh pit. 

He grabbed a couple shots from the bartender, downing one right after the other. His eyes were trained on Misha at the other end of the bar, the jealousy burning through his veins, just like the whiskey he’d shot down. He finally shoved himself from the bar, deciding he could play the same game. He disappeared into the rave to find a partner for the evening. 

As he was grinding with a stranger, he felt a hand fist the back of his shirt and yanked him back. Jensen was shocked, he looked around and saw Misha was the one who had his shirt. He was surprised at the roughness and then saw the look on Misha’s face. 

His jaw was clenched and eyes were narrowed in anger. There was fury written into his face. He caught Misha’s eye for just a moment and saw only rage in the flashing blue. Misha shoved him through the same door as last weekend and into his private room. 

“Think you’re funny?!” Misha spat as all other sound was drowned out. Jensen opened his mouth but a single flash of Misha’s eyes and his voice died in his throat. “Grinding on some stranger right in front of ME? You’re mine!” 

Something strange happened at Misha’s words. He was slightly scared, very much confused and then a shooting feeling of arousal coiled through his belly. Jensen found his voice. 

“You had women all over you at the bar! We never said we were exclusive,” He strained his voice to keep it level. 

“I wasn’t the one out on the dance floor practically having sex!” 

“You were last weekend!” Jensen cried, aware that his words were making less sense. 

“You’re MINE, Boy!” Misha barked. The arousal came back, harder and stronger than before. 

“Promise?” Jensen breathed. 

Anger melted from Misha’s face. He looked confused, then a grin broke across his face. 

“What?” Jensen snapped, but the anger was melting completely and being taken over by desire. 

“You liked it.” 

“Liked what?” 

“Being called names. When I called you ‘boy’ I saw your cock jump in those tight shorts. You like being humiliated,” Misha looked at him fondly. “I’ll tuck away that information for later.”

They ended the night a lot happier than it had started, the fight completely forgotten, like the clothes all over the floor. 

--

Jensen was sitting at Misha’s kitchen table. A laptop, books, notebooks and folders were spread out around him. Jensen had his forehead pressed to the cool wood. He’d spent the better part of three hours trying to write a paper for his english class. What does each room color symbolize in Mask of the Red Death? Discuss. Jensen then thought of the two ten-page papers due at the end of the semester. A Topic of Your Choosing Using Compare and Contrasting Methods and How are American Ideals Still Relevant in Today’s Day and Age? 

He groaned and lifted his head up. He found Misha standing against the counter to his right. Misha was wearing a suit, crisply ironed, with a khaki top coat over it. From the looks of it, Jensen figured it was probably cashmere. 

“Looks like a tornado came through,” He indicated the mess on the table. 

“More like a typhoon. I’m drowning in this.” 

“I wanted to talk to you about some things, but it can wait if you’re too busy.”

“Please, I could use a break from this.” 

“Now that we’re going to delve into this relationship, I want to lay out a couple rules for you to follow,” Misha sat down at the table and looked at Jensen seriously. Jensen nodded. “Number One, you call me ‘Sir.’ Number Two, you don’t cum unless I say so. Number Three, do not lie to me, EVER. And Number Four, is this.”

He took a small, leather-bound book from the inside of his topcoat and set it in front of Jensen. Upon further inspection, it was a journal with lined pages. Jensen cocked an eyebrow at Misha. 

“I want you to keep a journal. At least one page per day, more if you feel like it. On the first page,” Misha flipped the book open, “I’ve written some prompts I’d like you to start off writing about, so we can hone and mold our relationship together.” 

“So, I’m drowning in homework… And you give me more?” Jensen said, indicating the haphazard papers that littered the table. 

“I guess so, yeah. Got a problem with that, Boy?” Misha’s voice dipped into a commanding voice. 

“No,” Jensen responded. 

“No, what?” Misha’s voice dripped with venom.

“Uh, no, Sir,” Jensen looked down at the table. 

“Failure to follow my rules will result in punishment, and trust me, punishment does not equal pleasure.” 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen said, nodding his understanding. 

“That’s my good slut,” Misha said, patting his hair. Misha and Jensen had found out fairly quickly that the pet name turned Jensen on to no end and Jensen felt a swell of happiness each time Misha used it. “I have a meeting. Be good.” 

As Misha left, Jensen looked at the table. He rolled his eyes in frustration and grabbed the journal. Opening it to the first page, he saw Misha’s handwriting. It was slanted, neat, almost calligraphy

What are your likes and dislikes in the bedroom? Discuss. 

How are you currently feeling about our relationship? Write this subject weekly

What do you want from a sexual partner?

What do you need from a sexual partner?

There was a hard line penned into the page

Only Jensen may write, unless he gives permission for me to respond. 

This is Jensen’s safe space to write what he needs.

Jensen will never be judged for what is written. 

Jensen looked between the journal and the three college papers he was working on. He groaned and pulled the laptop towards himself, deciding to write a little more about Mask of the Red Death before trying to fill out his journal. 

The first room is blue, which symbolizes Poe’s own depression…

“You know, maybe he just liked the color blue!” Jensen yelled at the empty house. He tossed The Works of Edgar Allan Poe across the kitchen. 

I’m honestly not sure how I feel about the relationship with Sir. I’ve barely met him but I feel like I’ve known him for a long time. I’m nervous and scared, but also aroused…

Jensen felt extremely weird writing in the journal at first, but once he got the first few sentences out, a bunch more were written. He ended up with three pages. By the time Jensen finished his journal as well as the Poe paper, it was nearing 5 pm. Jensen stood and stretched. It was Monday, so he didn’t have work and he didn’t have class: college or pole. 

He felt like he hadn’t seen Jared in forever. At least, the last time he saw Jared outside of work or school. They never really had time to talk while busy studying and working. Jensen texted Jared. 

Where are you?

Video Games was the response. 

Jensen was getting ready to head over to his apartment when a thought struck him. He quickly texted Misha.

I’m going over to the apartment to hang with Jared. 

Home by 2am came only a few seconds later. Jensen set an alarm on his phone to go off at 1. 

Jensen had only been by the apartment a couple times in the last two weeks and that was only to grab some clothes, his toothbrush, and school things. Jared hadn’t been home. He was splayed across the couch, playing COD. Jensen grabbed a controller and joined the game. As they played, he couldn’t help but feel a sort of tension between them. After about half an hour, Jared shut the game off. 

“Drink?” Jared asked stiffly. 

“I’m gonna drive back to Misha’s later,” Jensen said. “Is something up?” 

Jared finished his own beer and grabbed another one from the fridge. He scoffed. 

“What?” Jensen pressed. 

“You know, dude,” said Jared, turning to him. “I don’t even know what to say. You get this job at Frenzy, end up in the back room WITH THE OWNER, and then disappear for three weeks. What the fuck, Man?” 

“It’s not like that-” Jensen started before Jared cut him off. 

“That’s how it looks from my angle! You’ve never been that kind of whore! Tell me, is it true? Are you Collins’ new bitch? I have never known you to sleep with a partner more than once, but now that it’s some rich dude...” 

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Jensen tried to explain, but he realized Jared must have been drinking most of the day; he wasn’t usually this hurtful. “What?” Jensen was taken aback as he comprehended the last sentence. 

“That’s what I heard. That’s what everyone at Frenzy is talking about. You hopping in bed with the owner. Man, I knew you liked to sleep around but this...” 

“Jared, I’m sorry, dude. Let me explai-”

“Explain what? Just answer the question, Jensen!” Jared yelled. 

“We’re in a relationsh-” Jensen started to yell. 

“It’s been three weeks and you’re basically moved in with him! Do you know how worried I’ve been? I would’ve called the cops if I hadn’t seen you at Frenzy!” 

“I’m fine, Jared! What? Can’t bear me actually being happy?!” 

“You’re a goddamn idiot! You have no idea what this guy’s intentions are! Sure, we’ve all done one night stands, but this… This is a whole new level, even for you,” Jared had gotten right into Jensen’s face. Jensen didn’t back down. The hurt was pumping through his body and he stabbed Jared right where it hurt. 

“You’re the one who almost killed yourself over Gen leaving you!” Jensen shoved Jared hard. He didn’t react fast enough to the fist that connected to the side of his head. 

“Get. The fuck. Out,” Jared snarled. 

Jensen had to sit in his car for fifteen minutes before the dizziness finally passed enough for him to drive to Misha’s...To home. When he pulled into the driveway, he could see the lamp on in Misha’s bedroom. He felt relief at the sight, not wanting to be alone after his fight with Jared. He let himself in the house and went down the hall to Misha’s room. He hesitated for a few seconds before knocking on the door. 

“Enter,” Came a distracted response. 

Misha was propped against the headboard, wearing only his boxers. He was reading Things Fall Apart by an author whose name Jensen couldn’t begin to pronounce. He felt that, in a way. That his life was falling apart around him. The room began to blur and shift and Jensen clenched his hands at his side. It had been a long time since something like this had happened. His head began to buzz loudly, like angry bees. 

“Jensen?” 

The room began to come back into focus, but then thoughts of the night and the last month of his life overwhelmed him and the room spun wildly, his heart raced, and tears fell from his eyes. Misha was at his side, steadying him. 

“I need. My medicine,” Jensen was almost hyperventilating. “In my bag.”

Jensen curled up on the floor, holding himself until Misha came back with a prescription bottle. He popped it open and handed Jensen one pill. When shaking hands, Jensen put the pill into his mouth and swallowed. It would take about ten minutes for the effect to settle in and calm him down. With arms stronger than Jensen imagined, Misha scooped him up and set him down in the large bed. 

“Shh, just breathe,” Misha soothed. 

As time passed, Jensen felt his heartbeat begin to slow and his breathing evened out. He became aware of Misha holding him with one arm, the other carding through his hair. The feeling was soothing, comforting. When he felt he could, Jensen sat up and faced Misha. 

“Panic attack?” 

Jensen nodded. 

“That may have been something you should have told me about.” 

“I haven’t had one for two years,” Jensen whispered. 

“Did it have something to do with the bruise that’s darkening on your face?” 

“I had a fight with Jared,” He explained. 

“Obviously. What about?” 

“This. Us,” Jensen said, apologetically. “I should go lay down. The medicine makes me insanely tired.”

“Stay. I want to keep my eye on you.”

Jensen hadn’t stayed the night in Misha’s bed since their second night together. Jensen felt a swoop of anxiety, but then Misha brought a hand to his face, and it melted away. He leaned into Misha’s touch. 

After a moment, Misha got out of bed and beckoned Jensen to do the same. He set the book carefully on the nightstand and pulled the covers back. He indicated to Jensen to get into bed, then slid in after him. 

“Why do you have panic attacks?” Misha asked. 

“When I was little, and my Mom and Dad were still together, they fought, like, all the time. Downright screaming matches. Their fighting started causing panic attacks. So, now whenever there’s arguing it can cause an attack.”

“I guess the fight just really affected me. I shouldn’t have said some things,” Jensen sighed deeply. 

“We’ll have to be careful. Everything will be okay,” Misha soothed.

The light clicked off and Misha spooned Jensen, his arm wrapped around his waist comforting him. Jensen pushed himself back into Misha’s chest and within minutes, the exhaustion from the day as well as the medicine pulled him into sleep. 

Jensen woke the next morning, groggy and feeling like his head was too heavy to lift. He was alone in Misha’s bed. Slowly, he sat up. He noticed a small piece of paper on the nightstand on top of the book that Misha had been reading. He grabbed it. 

I will be in my office when you wake, taking care of some work. Eat some eggs and toast and meet me when you’re through. -Sir

Jensen went to the guest room he’d been calling his own. He slipped into the bathroom attached and did his morning routine. He then made his way to the kitchen, wishing he knew where Misha kept the Tylenol. 

As Jensen ate breakfast, he scrolled through his phone lazily. The group chat he was in with the other guys and girls had blown up the previous night. Jensen scrolled through quickly, getting the gist of what had been discussed. He paused, however, when the chat shifted.

Cherie: It’s almost Mish’s Birthday y’all. What are we doing this year? Another showcase? 

Brad: Maybe, he never gets tired of watching us dance. 

Ariel: What if we did a choreographed routine with all of us? We could do it on the weekend of his birthday.

Michelle: Ooo I like that. Unless @Red Stud has a better idea? 

Brad: That’s a good idea. Everyone meet at noon at Frenzy tomorrow. Come with song ideas. 

Cherie: Great idea! See everyone then?

Shit. It was almost eleven now. He quickly finished breakfast and packed a bag. Then he went to Misha’s office. Jensen knocked on the open door. 

“Enter,” Came a reply. 

Misha was sitting behind a large carved desk, looking through a stack of papers. He glanced up at Jensen. 

“Where are you off too?” Misha asked. 

“Uhh,” Jensen hesitated, not knowing if the birthday party was a surprise. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Misha reminded him suddenly, fixing him with a blue-eyed stare that seemed to read his mind. 

“Okay, I’m meeting the other girls and guys at Frenzy-”

“Ah, yes. My birthday,” Misha rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I just wanted to give you this and ask you to fill it out. I’m filling one out, too. We will compare them and make necessary changes before signing.” 

Misha slid a thick packet towards Jensen. He walked to the desk and picked it up. Standard D/s Contract - Misha Collins was the title. Jensen felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Okay,” Jensen said, slipping the contract into his gym bag. 

“Okay what?” Misha snit.

“Sorry. Yes, Sir,” He amended. Jensen walked around the desk, so he was directly next to Misha, who had gone back to his report. He gave Misha a soft kiss on the cheek which he accepted. 

“Tell the girls and boys not to worry too much. I think I’ll be getting exactly what I want for my birthday already,” Misha threw him a quick, dirty look. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Be good, Slut.” 

Jensen closed his eyes for a moment, letting the heat pool in his belly. Then, he left to get to Frenzy. He seemed to be the first one there, surprisingly. He changed, then warmed himself up quickly. He walked out to the stage and placed his phone off to the side, hitting the “Play” Button on the song he wanted. The slow guitar started and Jensen began swaying his body to the music, body rolling on the pole, doing slow spins. 

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am home again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am young again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am fun again

“I think Red should do the choreography!” He heard the yell, it startled him and he lost grip on the pole, landing painfully on his elbow. 

“I have no idea how to do choreography,” Jensen said tersely, sitting up and rubbing his aching elbow. He looked around and saw Brad, Cherie, and Michelle, who seemed to be the one who’d yelled. 

“Yes, you do,” Cherie said. “I know you can. Just by watching that performance, I know you can.”

Everyone filtered in and then Cherie called for silence. 

“I think Red should do choreo,” Michelle said again. 

“All in favor?” Cherie asked. Everyone except Jensen yelled ‘Aye!’ 

Jensen groaned. 

“Now, what song should we do? Fast or slow?” 

“Slow,” Jensen said. “I’m a lot better at slow choreo. Jazzy’s the one who usually choreographs for me.” 

It took nearly an hour before they’d settled on a song. Jensen huffed, it wasn’t a very slow song, but he could work with it. 

“Give me a half hour to figure out what we’re doing,” He grumbled, grabbing a pad of paper from behind the bar. 

Jensen played Breathe on Me at least five times, stopping and starting and writing the choreography on the pad. He called Cherie over and went through it with her. That way she could teach group one and he could teach group two. After about two hours, Jensen called it quits for the day. 

After a long shower, Jensen settled down at the kitchen table to do his homework and try to go through the large contract Misha had given him that morning. He’d gotten his english paper done, his journal written in, and was just staring at the front page of the contract when Misha arrived. 

“Slut,” He greeted, flashing a smile his way. 

“Sir,” Jensen nodded at him, a smile spreading across his face. 

“I’ll be in my room. Have fun.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jensen, in his limited free time, had been doing a lot of research into proper BDSM etiquette and rules. As Jensen read through the contract, filling in the blanks, he was all too aware of his cock hardening. He palmed himself as he went through the listed kinks and fetishes and circled ones he’d be willing to try. One line of the contract kept playing through his mind.

Above all, the primary duty of this submissive is to please.

Jensen grinned to himself. He had a sudden idea, and it sent warm heat through his body as his heart sped up. He hoped this would work, because if not, he’d be having a hard time following Misha’s rule not to cum without permission. 

He walked down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. The door to Misha’s room was open and Jensen dropped to his knees just outside the threshold. He put his hands on his thighs and bowed his head, closing his eyes. He’d seen this pose on a website as one of the accepted sub poses. He itched to call out, call attention to himself, but he pushed the urge down, stubbornly. Jensen waited. 

A calmness washed over him. His breathing and heartbeat slowed, the thought of pleasing Misha helped him ignore the numbness in his knees. Finally, Jensen heard an intake of breath and the swish of sheets rubbing against pajama pants. Jensen kept still, unmoving. He fought the urge to snap his head up. To meet those blue eyes that could read his mind. 

“How long have you been here?” Jensen couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body at the soft, loving tone. Misha was right next to him. A hand rested on Jensen’s head. Jensen leaned slightly into the touch before remembering to keep his pose. Words were lost to him. 

“Speak,” Misha’s voice was still soft, but had an authoritative tone that Jensen couldn’t ignore. 

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. It could have been five minutes or three hours. The time had melted away, had become meaningless. 

“What do you need?” Misha asked. 

“To please you,” spilled from his mouth. 

“Good Slut.” 

A sense of pride swelled inside him and a jolt of arousal coursed through his cock. 

“Crawl in here and take your position,” Misha guided him to an open space in the bedroom. 

When Jensen had resumed his pose, he listened intently, trying to figure out where Misha was and what he was doing. Misha’s hand curled into his hair, lifting his head. Jensen struggled to keep his eyes closed, but his lips parted slightly as his breathing quickened. The soft, velvety head of Misha’s cock brushed lightly against his lips. A shiver went down his spine. Sure, he’d sucked guys off before, even Misha, but never like this. 

“Is this what you want?” Misha asked, his voice low and growly. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen whispered. 

PART 2

[hobateas]

the art of craving | intermission 1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, fluff, crack | f2l | fluffer!au | pornstar!au | unrequited love!au | mutual pining!au.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: one second of sub jinie and dom oc (misha) | mentions viagra | masturbation (m receiving) | marking | roleplay (it's a porn set) | mentions sex but no description.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i know im incompetent but hey, this is something haha! this is the backstory of the favour the boys plan on asking misha for, and an insight to their relationship! any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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“Misha, for fuck’s sake! Stop dragging me around, woman!” Jin whined as said woman’s grip on his wrist tightened.

“Shut up for one second, Jin.” She grumbled under her breath, feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him.

Misha abruptly stopped, making the poor man stumble over his feet. He barely managed to catch his balance before he was being pushed inside a dark room, wherever it was. There was just a small ray of light coming in from a crack between the blinds and it smelled funky, like a mix of moss and cleaning supplies.

He scrunched his nose at the stench, hands resting on his waist with a sass known to only him. With a glare at the woman's figure, or what he hoped was the woman's figure, he took a step closer, so that in the event he tripped and fell, he took her along with him, cushioning his fall with her body.

“I swear on my life, Misha, if you have brought me here to kill me, I will end you.” He threatened, vigilant eyes on the unsuccessful lookout for any threats. 

“Oh my, this is- oh fuck. Gimme a minute.” 

He could hear the tremble in her voice and his gaze softened. 

An outsider would describe Misha as a bold and intense force, they’d justify it in the way she walked around like she could end the world at the snap of her fingers. But unlike Thanos, she was kind-hearted, and did not intend to kill anyone, much to Jin’s relief. But there was an edge to the way she talked, the way she commanded and stole your gaze towards her. She was alike Namjoon, but the only difference was the man loved, but the woman fucked. Did u just add italics or am i blind

“Alright, but tell me what’s up. I hate suspense.” He muttered.

“Yeah, alright. Here goes nothing.” She took a deep breath. “You know Jihoon? The new recruit? He’s the one with the pretty bangs and pretty eyes and the pretty voice and-” 

“Oh! I see what this is about. You’ve got boy problems~” Jin chuffed, doubling over as he clutched his stomach harshly.

“W-Well yeah! I mean- it’s only a silly lil’ crush but-”

“A silly little crush.” He cackled. “I’m sorry but what the actual fuck?”

He longed to see Misha’s face, he was sure it would be burning up in embarrassment. 

“Jin. Please.” He heard her murmur, voice scratchy.

“I- Oh my, Misha, you have a schoolgirl crush on the new guy. I’m actually gonna-” 

He felt a hand push him backwards and an ungraceful sound left his throat as his back collided with the door they had entered from. That door was disgusting, it probably hadn’t been cleaned in a decade and his back had touched that. A full-blown shiver spread down his spine as he attempted to move to wherever else he could but failed as the hand kept him locked in place. 

Misha stood on her tiptoes, leaning into his ear. There was still some distance between the two of them, but Jin didn’t know how to feel about the close proximity. The desperation in her voice was real, she was speaking the truth about her crush on Jihoon. Though he could feel the guilt slowly build up in his gut, he didn’t think he was entirely at fault either.

Given Misha’s fuckgirl reputation, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she wanted to commit to someone. 

Guess people do change after all.

“I’ll make you a deal. Be a good boy and listen, okay?” She wrapped her hand around his bicep, her warm breath hitting his sensitive neck. 

Jin couldn’t help but squirm lightly, swallowing thickly as he saw her in a whole new light. A sheen of sweat covered them both, out of arousal for one and humiliation for the other. The silence that covered them both for the next few seconds was suffocating, yet neither dared to move.

“You tell me how to woo a boy - the dates, words, and all that cute shit. In return, I’ll do whatever you want when the time comes. No take backs, no excuses. Fair enough for you?” She hummed sweetly, as if coaxing a child.

“Whatever I want?” Jin shuddered. 

“Anything. I mean it.” She affirmed, moving her hand to his hand, rubbing the skin in soothing circles. 

It was weird for Misha to be this close to her co-star without having it be in a scene. She wasn’t big on physical affection, ironic considering her job as a pornstar. But she had to make a living and circumstances led to this; it was written in her destiny to be where she was right now, and so she accepted it. She didn’t know if she was pushing Jin too hard, but it’s hard to unlearn what you learned young.

“Y-You don’t have to do it, but I’d greatly appreciate it.” She mumbled, patting his hand as she stepped back from his bubble.

“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a two-way street after all.”  He shrugged, finally pulling himself off the repulsive door.

Misha lifted her head with a million sparks in her eyes, eager to meet Jin's hand in a shake to finally confirm the deal. 

“You’re sure, right?” 

“Yeah, why not. I’m not the best in the dating category but I do have a few inklings here and there.” 

“That’s completely fine. We can put two ‘n two together and come up with something.” She smiled.

“Yeah, and we can always take the help of Yoongi and Hoseok. They are the best at romance, from what I’ve heard. Do you know Soyeon from the camera department? They dated her for a month or two but she still doesn’t shut up about the roses and chocolates they bought her during that time.” He recalled, bile in his throat as he imagined himself being whipped for someone like they were once upon a time.

“That annoying woman? I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Misha agreed, thoughts shifting to the sappy moments she remembered witnessing on set.

“Well, to each their own, hmm.” 

“Let’s get out of here now, you’ve been taking up too much oxygen.” It was as if the intensity of Jin's eyeroll could be heard from miles away that made Misha snort.

“Step one is to not snort like a fucking pig, Misha. I’m sure Jihoon would want to date a human, not a damn pig.” Jin whistled lowly, ideas simmering to life about how he could annoy the living shit out of her and get away with it. 

He ignored the offended look shot his way and quickly opened the door, stepping out with his blushing ears. Eyes darting to either side of the door, he motioned Misha to leave before he did, so in the off chance someone accused them, Misha’s ass would be whipped first.

“You better hold your part of the deal, Kim.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway, a good five meters between them. She was whisked away by one of the makeup stylists before he could retort.

Kim Seokjin was a man of his word, and if the feelings were mutual between Misha and Jihoon, he'd do everything in his power to unite them. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to become a part-time matchmaker. 

Though in all the years of his life, he had never been appointed to work as a wingman for someone. He didn’t have experience in that department; after being surrounded with people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and sex appeal, to put it quite simply, they had no trouble with finding themselves women and men who threw themselves on them, and neither did he. And that’s exactly why he thought he’d do well, his charms were irresistible and persuasion was of second nature to him. 

But he was also an astute man, and he knew that if Jihoon was even half the man he was, he’d fall at Misha’s feet, begging for a taste of her ambrosia without needing a strong push. 

“We’re starting in two, hurry up everyone.” Namjoon commanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he shoved a tense Jeongguk to the side before walking up to the three actors. 

“Okay, Jin, Taehyung and Misha. The first part was already filmed with Taehyung, all we need is the foreplay part. And Jin, you take the viagra and hop in once that is coming to an end. I hope you all read the script and are aware of the scenes?” A raised eyebrow in their direction was all it took for them to swallow roughly and nod their heads.

“Great. Jin, go jerk yourself off or something, you’re up in ten if everything goes as per plan, alright? You two, do not disappoint me.” 

The dark aura was unmistakably beguiling, slowly lulling everyone into their professional modes. 

Every single light was switched off and the room went dark before they were turned on again, this time a dark red that made the atmosphere more sensual than they cared to admit. Though it was evident in the way a shiver crept down everyone’s spine - they were more afraid of messing up and hearing from Namjoon directly.

The man was scary as it is, but he was the devil when he was angry.

Jin slowly made his way to an empty chair, a woman with a makeup brush following him while fumbling with his robe. She tried to pull it down with nimble hands to touch up his collar bones before giving up and leaving, seeing how the man wasn’t ready to show off his assets just yet. A sigh left his mouth as he got comfortable in his seat, hands trailing down his chest and thighs to what laid in between.

The viagra was working, that was a no-brainer. As he touched the leaking tip with his thumb, he hissed, throwing his head back at the stinging feeling. A few heads shot up in fear, hoping that Director Kim hadn’t heard the sound, but Jin couldn’t be the least bothered, not after having known said man for years. 

His almond eyes searched for Jihoon’s figure in the dark, curious to see how the man would react when he saw Misha being fucked by someone else. It was a given that he’d feel the slightest sting if he liked Misha in any way other than platonic. 

When his eyes landed on a slouched figure on the left side of the room, in the corner, with hands dangling on the sides and a nervous face, he immediately recognised him. As the sloppy sounds of sex hummed in the background, there was an evident tick on Jihoon’s face. 

“Oh baby, I love you so much~” Misha’s breathy voice echoed in the room, followed by three loud whooshing sounds of Taehyung leaving his handprint on the flesh of her ass.

He felt creepy watching Jihoon so intensely, but he couldn’t deny the rise he got out of watching the poor man suffer. He stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt before proceeding to not-so-subtly cover his front with cupped hands.

Jin almost guffawed at the scene, inviting more than a few worried stares from the staff. He played it off with a dorky smile. This was definitely the most fun he’s had in weeks, nay, months. Jihoon probably hadn’t noticed, not with the way he was desperately trying to focus on the floor, but the pornstar did notice how Misha kept glancing back at her crush, even as she got her brains fucked out. 

Oh boy, he was going to have so much fun being a wingman.

…

It took a while before the shoot finally wrapped up, much to everyone’s dismay, but seeing the gentle nod Namjoon gave before telling everyone to go home was definitely worth the hours of work.

A small groan left Jin’s mouth as Yoongi gently pressed an ice pack to the scratches Misha had decorated his back with, the red aggravated skin finally getting some relief. He couldn’t complain, however, not for a single moment, when he glanced at Jihoon who helped Misha to her room, wrapping her up in a fluffy robe with forbearing touches.

He also saw the tick in his jaw when he looked back at Taehyung and himself, before shaking his head and finally leaving the set.

“Did you see that?” He snickered. 

“See what?” Taehyung asked, taking a swig of cold water.

“Jihoon and Misha.” 

“What about them?” It was Hoseok who spoke up.

“Well, Misha oh-so-nicely asked me to be her wingman to help her get together with Jihoon. And get this-”

“Don’t fuck with us, Jin. Misha has a crush on the new dude?” Yoongi grumbled, pressing the ice pack further into his back, enough to have him yelp in pain.

“Firstly, I hate all of you, especially you, Min. And secondly, I am not lying,” He moved his hands in weird gestures, “She asked me to be her wingman, with the cute dates and words and what not, and in return, she said she’ll do anything I want her to.”

“What’s that got to do with us?” 

“Uh, well, you see, I’m not well versed in the matters of the heart and I need your help to help Misha to, y’know, woo Jihoon and it’s-”

“We get it, you’re an incompetent fuckboy. We’ll help but we want a share in the reward.” Yoongi nodded, completely serious.

“I hope you burn your dick. And don’t waste the reward on stupid shit. Taehyung, I’m looking at you, especially.”

“Huh? Me? What did I do?” The man questioned, offended bythe words of hate thrown his way. “Exist.” Jin retorted. 

“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to break your bubble, but I think they won’t need any help.” Hoseok walked to their side, blushing ears and an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Why? Oh…”

A loud moan echoed in the room just then, prompting everyone to clear their throats.

Misha was going rough on him, that was certain for sure. 

“Oh well.” 

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[hintsofhoney]

Put On a Show

Pairing(s): Misha Collins x F!Reader x Jensen Ackles

Summary: You and Jensen are horny, so you call up your dom, Misha, to see if he'll allow the two of you to scratch that itch.

Square(s) Filled: Phone sex for @anyfandomkinkbingo, voyeurism for @spnkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, dom!Misha, sub!Jensen, dom!Jensen, sub!reader, oral (male recieving), sex on FaceTime, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, threesome (in a way?), polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I don't know what the fuck this is, it was inspired by a Misha GIF followed by a long Cockles video compilation binge on YouTube, and then you add in how horny I am for those two fucks and uh, yeah, I got this. Thanks @deangirl93 and @wonder-cole for thirsting over these idiots with me. GIF is not mine; found on Google Images.

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Fuck, I’m so goddamn horny it’s not even funny,” you groaned, plopping yourself down at the foot of Jensen’s bed at his Toronto apartment. He chuckled as he shed his shirt and pulled on some sweatpants – it was almost nine o’clock and the two of you were tired from a long day. Jensen from filming, and you from your own job that you had in the city.

“Yeah, I feel you there,” he grunted as he got into bed, his back resting against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him. You turned around to face him, a sinful smile forming on your lips.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” you husked, crawling onto the bed on all fours and making your way over to him.

“No – uh-uh,” Jensen protested, as you neared him, straddling him slowly, your hands resting on his bare pecs – which had gotten much bigger since he began his role as Soldier Boy.

“C’mon, J. Please,” you whined, circling your hips as you ground down on the bulge that you could feel forming underneath his sweats. “Call him, then.”

“Y/N,” he warned, “It’s bedtime. And he’s probably asleep.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned over, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you whispered. “But it’s been so long, J. I need you. Feel me.” You grabbed his hand and led it to your core, dragging his fingers over your slick-soaked panties. “See? Feel how wet I am? He’ll understand if you have to make use of that, won’t he?” you husked.

He groaned in frustration, one of his hands coming to rest on your hip to guide your movements as you resumed grinding down on him while the other reached for his phone on the nearby nightstand. You and Jensen had met years ago through a mutual friend, and you weren’t at all shocked when dating Jensen came with dating Misha, too. It was obvious to you from the way they acted around one another that there was something more than friendship there – and you could tell that Jensen was hesitating to tell you about it, so you brought it up to him yourself. Part of it was for selfish reasons, really. You wanted Misha nearly as badly as you wanted Jensen – and you were eager to get your hands on both of them at the same time. However, you discovered soon enough that Misha ran a tight ship; Jensen was his, first and foremost – and that didn’t bother you. You and Jensen were technically boyfriend and girlfriend in the eyes of the public, but your relationship was far from exclusive. Human beings weren’t made to be monogamous, you know. And you were never able to commit to one person. So, the arrangement you had now was absolutely perfect for you. Even though Misha was happy to have you join the ship, Jensen didn’t do anything in the bedroom without his say-so – and that included sex with you. It was kind of hot, really, watching Jensen submit to Misha while also being so dominant with you.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Misha’s voice come through the phone. Jensen was holding it above his face, and you figured that he had decided to FaceTime him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” came Misha’s soft voice – you could tell it was laced with that big grin of his. This is how he was outside the bedroom – gentle, sweet, kind. Always happy to answer a call from Jensen – or you for that matter. He had really come to like you, too. Misha was currently in California, and the travel bans had restricted the three of you from seeing one another in person since Jensen had started filming for The Boys – about a month ago. It had been that long since you’d had a cock inside you, too, per Misha’s instruction. That evil bastard. Thank God he had at least allowed Jensen to get off, and in turn Jensen had allowed you the same. You don’t know what you’d have done had that been off the table, too. Die from sex and/or orgasm deprivation, probably.

“Hey. So, uh… question for you,” Jensen began sheepishly, gulping as you circled your hips on his throbbing erection, trying to elicit a groan from him.

“What’s up?”

“Uh, well…”

You rolled your eyes and took the phone, knowing that it would take Jensen about another three minutes before he would actually muster up the courage to ask Misha the question.

“We’re hornyyy,” you whined, angling the phone downwards so Misha had a clear view of you grinding on Jensen’s crotch. You saw Misha’s eyebrow raise, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I didn’t initiate this!” Jensen was quick to say through a moan as the friction on his cock intensified with every movement of your hips.

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t, baby. You tend to be a bit more well-behaved than Y/N here,” Misha said.

“Yeah, I’ll have to punish her for it later, won’t I?” Jensen hissed, looking up at you as he dug his fingers into your hips.

You bit your lip and nodded; they both knew how their punishments were never really punishments for you – you loved pain too much for it to ever deter any bad behavior.

Misha smirked. “Prop me up on the nightstand. Put on a show,” he instructed; the magic words that brought both you and Jesnen some relief – he was going to allow the two of you to have sex tonight. Hopefully. You obeyed, propping Jensen’s phone up against the lamp on the nightstand, giving Misha a perfect view of the side of the bed. You stripped the tank-top that you slept in slowly, Jensen watching in awe as your breasts bounced out of the top that was restricting them. You were left in only your panties now, which you were pretty sure were too ruined from your juices to ever be worn again. You leaned down, capturing Jensen’s lips in yours, his hand coming to knead your ass cheeks. The two of you kissed hungrily and sloppily for a minute or two before you began to trail kisses down his neck and chest, briefly glancing over to Misha on the nightstand who had propped his own phone up against something and was now fisting his cock. Your kisses made their way down to Jensen’s waistband, stopping to tug his sweats off, as he lifted his hips a little to assist you. His cock sprang free as soon as his bottoms were pulled down past his balls, and his hand instantly came to hold your hair in a make-shift ponytail. “You better suck it well, Y/N,” came Misha’s voice from the phone. “Straddling him and then making him call me… you better show him how thankful you are that he didn’t just push you off and say no – like he should have.”

Jensen glared at you as you licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft and stuck your ass up further in the air knowing that’s how both Jensen and Misha liked to watch you. A frustrated growl escaped Jensen’s lips as he processed what Misha had said – he was in trouble thanks to you – and unlike you, Jensen didn’t enjoy punishments nearly as much. “Put my fuckin’ cock in your mouth, no one likes a tease, Y/N,” Jensen said through gritted teeth. You obeyed, a whimper escaping you, as Jensen’s frustration and how rough it made him with you was always a turn on. He groaned as he pushed you further down on his cock, your nose touching his abdomen as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Right there, hold her right there,” Misha commanded, and you braced yourself for how long you could potentially be without air. “Touch yourself, Y/N.”

You listened, your hand slowly coming up to the hem of your panties and slipping under them. You moaned around Jensen’s cock as you massaged circles around your clit, your cunt contracting around nothing, begging to be filled.

“God, she’s a little cockslut, isn’t she?” Misha commented, his question directed at Jensen.

Jensen nodded as he watched you, on the verge of squirming because of the gag you were trying to suppress. “Yes, sir. Such a little cockslut for me. You just couldn’t wait, could you? Had to get me all hard, then get me in trouble, hm? God, you’re gonna get it later. Not gonna be able to sit right for weeks, sweetheart.”

“Neither are you,” Misha smirked. “It takes two, doesn’t it?”

Jensen looked over at the phone, Misha’s hard cock front and center on the screen, his face in right behind it. “Yes, sir,” Jensen replied, his voice lined with shame.

“Let her up,” Misha ordered.

Jensen swiftly pulled you off his cock, and you gasped as you tried to get some air back in your lungs. “You gonna stop being a tease now?” Jensen asked, tugging on your hair. “Hm?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you croaked out.

“Good girl. Now suck my cock like we all know you can,” Jensen smirked, still holding your hair as you took him in your mouth once again. He guided the movements of your head as you bobbed up and down on his shaft, wet gurgling noises filling the room followed by soft moans from both Jensen and Misha.

“God, just like that, Y/N. You can tell he likes that,” Misha moaned as he watched you continue to suck Jensen off. You wrapped your hand around the base of Jensen’s cock and began pulling upwards with a twisting motion as you bobbed your head.

“F-fuck,” Jensen gasped, throwing his head back on the pillow.

“Don’t you dare cum, baby. Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Misha growled as he watched Jensen get closer and closer to his climax.

“I w-won’t, sir,” Jensen breathed, trying to focus on anything but how good your mouth felt around his cock.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy. Y/N, stop,” Misha ordered, and you immediately pulled off Jensen’s cock with a satisfying ‘pop’. You smiled up at Jensen as you wiped the saliva from your mouth.

“J, I want you to fuck me now,” you said, your tone somewhere between whiny and sultry.

“Y/N, I suggest you shut the fuck up before I book a flight up there as soon as I can just to punish you – the both of you – in person. You’ve gotten enough of what you want, don’t you think? So keep that pretty little whore mouth shut,” came Misha’s voice from the nightstand. His words sent a shiver down your spine that went straight to your core.

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, however your gaze remained on Jensen.

“You want to fuck her, baby?” Misha husked, his attention on Jensen now as he stroked his cock and watched his boyfriend gaze up at your breasts, trailing his hands up your sides.

Jensen nodded. “Please. Fuck, please let me fuck her, sir,” he begged, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Alright. Do not let her cum.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Jensen smirked, and in one swift motion, you were underneath him and he was pushing your panties to the side as he positioned himself between your legs. “You want this cock, sweetheart?” he asked, taking his dick in his hand and lightly tapping it against your clit. You arched your back as you tried to avoid the sensitivity.

“Fuck, please, sir,” you begged. Jensen ran his length through your wet folds before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing in. You heard a moan come from both Jensen and Misha as Jensen bottomed out inside you.

“Yeah, that’s right. Nice and deep. You like that, Y/N? You like having his cock all the way inside you?” Misha asked, and you turned your head to the side and nodded, a blissful look on your face that only made Misha pump his cock harder. “I want a closer look, show me how deep he is,” Misha ordered. You reached your hand out, grabbing the phone off the nightstand and handing it to Jensen. He flipped the camera and pointed it down so Misha could see his cock fully inside you, Jensen’s pelvis touching your clit. “Mm, fuck. Does she feel good?” Misha asked.

“Yes, sir,” Jensen breathed, waiting for Misha’s approval so he could start thrusting. His cock was throbbing inside you, and he wanted nothing more than to move.

“Yeah, I bet she does. Now fuck her like you’d want me to fuck you,” Misha commanded, and that was all that Jensen needed to hear before he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out, your hands coming down to your sides to grab the bed sheets as Jensen continued to mercilessly ram into you and Misha watched Jensen’s cock go in and out at a brutal pace.

“Oh, that’s how hard you want me to fuck you, baby? You’re such a needy boy, aren’t you, wanting to be fucked that hard,” Misha commented.

“F-fuck, yes sir,” Jesnen panted, closing his eyes as he pounded into you harder, trying his best to not let Misha’s words send him over the edge.

“Pan up, I want to see her face. I want to know she appreciates how hard I’m letting her be fucked.”

Jensen obeyed, panning the camera up to your face, which was one of pure bliss as moans and yelps escaped your throat. Your eyes were shut, focused on nothing but the feeling of Jensen’s cock inside you – it had been too fucking long.

“She’s not being very polite, is she? I’m not hearing any manners,” Misha said, and your eyes snapped open as you stared up into the phone camera.

“Th-thank you, s-sir,” you managed between Jensen’s hard and fast thrusts.

“Oh, not me, sweetheart. I’m not the one doing the work, am I?”

You looked past the camera at Jensen, who had beads of sweat coming down his forehead, phone in one hand, your hip in his other. His mouth was slightly open, his pants heavy as he continued to ram into you. “Th-oh, fuck! Th-thank y-you, sir,” you said to him as his eyes came to meet yours, his hand moving from your hip to your throat.

“There we go, you need to teach her some manners, J,” Misha smirked, speeding up the stroking of his own cock as he watched Jensen’s hand wrap around your throat. “Jesus, you want me to choke you, too? God, I can’t wait to get my hands on you. On the fuckin’ both of you.”

Jensen’s pelvis was hitting your clit just the right way as he leaned over you a little more and kept on pounding into you . It seemed like his thrusts were getting harder, faster, sloppier – and God, you were so fucking close.

“You wanna cum? Hm? You wanna cum, Y/N? I can feel you,” Jensen huffed, his fingers tensing around your throat.

“P-please,” you croaked out.

“Do you think you deserve to cum after all the shit you pulled? Hm?”

“N-no.”

“Then why should I let you cum?”

You were becoming delirious with how focused you were on keeping the coil in your abdomen from snapping. “B-because –”

“Because whatever you do to her, I’ll be doing the same to you,” Misha smirked, and Jensen looked down to the phone screen, watching Misha as he brought himself to the edge.

You looked up at Jensen, your eyes pleading. You held back a sly smile as you watched Jensen work out the internal dilemma in his head. You definitely didn’t deserve to cum, but he didn’t really, either. Like Misha had said – it takes two. And here Misha was, allowing you both to feel a release – if Jensen so chose.

“Fuck,” Jensen breathed, his climax building up quick. “You wanna cum?” he panted. You nodded frantically; it was almost becoming painful to hold back your release. “Then cum. Cum for me.”

You let out something between a moan and a scream as you let yourself go, your pussy clenching around Jensen’s cock as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own release.

“Fuck, good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he brought himself to the edge.

“Flip the camera, baby. I wanna see your face when I let you cum,” came Misha’s voice from the phone. Jensen obeyed, flipping the camera as he continued to pound into you. “God, you have such a pretty fuckin’ face. Such a pretty boy. You close? You wanna cum?” Misha asked.

Jensen nodded, his lips parting as he held back his release, waiting for permission from Misha.

“Go ahead, cum. Cum for me. Cum inside her and then let me see.”

Jensen groaned as he thrusted a few more times, expletives falling from his lips as you felt hot ropes of his seed coat your walls.

“Fuck, good boy. Good boy, I’m so close. Show me. Show me the mess you made,” Misha panted, and you could tell that he wasn’t too far off from climaxing himself. You whimpered as Jensen pulled out of you, spreading your legs further so Misha could see the cum spilling out of you. As soon as you heard a string of ‘fuck’’s coming from the other end of the phone, you knew that Misha had reached his high as well.

Jensen laid down next to you, the both of you sweaty and out of breath, and a few seconds later, Misha’s pants could be heard through the phone as well. Jensen held the phone up, angled so both of you were in view on the screen. Misha lifted his head and looked back at his phone, seeing the two of you side by side – completely spent.

“Look what you two did,” Misha scolded, as he wiped his cum off of his shirt and a spot that had gotten on his arm. “I really shouldn’t have let anyone cum tonight.”

“Yeah, well, Little Miss Horny over here won’t be. For a while,” Jensen said, turning his head to shoot you a glare.

You shrugged. “That was expected, honestly. Worth it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jensen chuckled, shaking his head and giving you a playful nudge.

“I miss you two,” Misha said, smiling at your interaction.

“We miss you, too, Mish,” you replied, scooting over to rest your head on Jensen’s shoulder.

“When can you get up here?”

“Oh, what, you’re so eager for me to deal out that punishment, now?” Misha teased, although all three of you knew he was absolutely serious.

“If it means I get to see you,” Jensen shrugged, blushing a little.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Jensen. But I should be able to come up in a few weeks. Now, drink some water and get some rest, because your punishments start tomorrow.”

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Femme Fatale - Ch 1 / 2

Pairing: Alex x Reader (background J2) Rating: 18+ Tags: Dom/Sub relationships, Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Jared, sex/bdsm club, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pegging, humiliation kink Word Count: 3.3k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Dom/Sub

A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️

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This is a weird idea, even for Alex. A night out with his cast mates isn’t unusual, and Y/N has gone along on plenty of group dinners with Alex, Jared and Jensen (that were essentially double dates) before, but they usually ended by closing out the hotel bar or crashing in someone’s guest room. They had never ended up at a proper club before, let alone planned a whole evening around going to a specific one. But that’s the plan tonight.

When Alex informs her that the location was Misha’s suggestion, it makes even less sense to Y/N. Misha seems like he would be the least likely of all of them to actually enjoy clubbing but hey, what does she know?

“Alex, I don’t have anything to wear!” Y/N complains from inside their closet, hoping her boyfriend can hear her through the bathroom door.

“That cannot be true,” she can hear the amusement coupled with a light mix of exasperation in his tone.

“What did they tell you the dress code was?” Y/N calls as she continues to flip through the clothes hanging in front of her.

“Misha said, and I quote, ‘dress slutty’.” Alex appears in the doorway to the closet and leans against the frame, tucking his arms across his chest. Y/N actually does a double take when she sees him.

“I see you took that advice literally,” she eyes him, gaze dragging across his body and catching against each new feature she notices like sandpaper running against the grain. Alex is dressed casually, but most definitely sluttily too. A loose and frayed wife beater hangs off his shoulders, showing off his waist where one side is tucked into his shorts. The elastic of his boxers is sticking out over the shirt too, which is completely on purpose in a move to tease. The denim shorts are tight, torn-up, and just to the knee. Y/N has seen him wear them before, and she knows when he turns around she’ll have an amazing view of his ass.

“I’m good at following instructions,” Alex smiles, clearly pleased with himself that he’d successfully fulfilled his remit.

“So eager to please,” Y/N teases over her shoulder as she goes back to thumbing through outfit potentials. “Honestly, the fact that Misha is telling us to dress slutty and not Jared must mean dress really slutty.”

“You could just not wear anything,” Alex offers as a suggestion. “Nothing sluttier than free access.”

“In your dreams, babe.”

“How did you know?” Alex is mock horrified and you laugh along with him when he breaks character. “Still can’t decide?” and Y/N shakes her head in response. “Can I pick for you? I do have a pretty good memory of all your sluttiest outfits.”

“Hey! Who you callin’ a slut Mr. Slutty McTightShorts?” Y/N rounds on Alex, comically enraged.

“You, duh,” Alex laughs and pecks her on the cheek as he moves over to a drawer where Y/N keeps her underwear.

Alex goes straight for the lingerie, Y/N should have guessed, and he pulls out a matching set of lacy thong and longline bra, both enmeshed in patterns of criss-crossed elastic and ribbons. Then he ducks down to the bottom drawer where Y/N keeps a load of her old college clothes that she’s too sentimental to get rid of, and rummages through it, clearly looking for something specific. He finally liberates a skirt that barely has the right to be called a piece of clothing. Y/N can’t even remember why she owns that. Finally he reaches for a swingy tank made of a light gauzy material. It’s really meant to be a cover-up for the beach because of how loose and flowy it is but Y/N imagines that is Alex’s intention behind picking it – he knows it won’t stay on properly or do a single thing to hide the bra she’ll be wearing beneath it. Alex hands her the pile of clothes, again looking very pleased with himself.

“You’re really not pulling punches tonight, are ya?”

“I just want to show off how awesome my girlfriend is,” Alex shrugs.

“Yeah, you want to show off all of her, apparently,” Y/N holds up the small skirt skeptically.

“You’ll look incredible, scouts’ honour,” Alex swears, grinning.

“If we show up and the others aren’t dressed super slutty, I’m gonna maim things.”

“I won’t stop you,” Alex laughs and pushes Y/N out of the closet. “C’mon get dressed so we can go down some alcohol before the car gets here.”

They’ve both knocked back a beer and a shot when the car pulls up and a message pops into the group chat saying they’re here. The night is close and warm outside of the air conditioning, and for that reason at least Y/N is glad to be wearing such a small amount of clothing. When the young couple slides into the car they’re greeted by Jared, Jensen, Misha, and his wife Vicki – another surprise to Y/N, as she doesn’t come out with them too often. Something about tonight must be special.

“Hey hot stuff!” Jared greets them, grinning as he eyes them both up and down. Jensen pinches him on the leg. “Behave.” Jared doesn’t let it derail his examination.

“Thanks, I know, right?” Alex jokes and ruffles his hair, throwing Jared a wink. Y/N gives him a side eye, silently imitating Jensen’s instruction of behave. Alex grabs for her hand and kisses it in a gesture of reassurance, dropping their joined hands to his lap and keeping them there. Alex is a flirt, just like Jared, but Y/N knows that he would never stray from her. At least, not unless she tells him to.

The car proceeds to drive them across town to an area of L.A. Y/N isn’t familiar with. She and Alex haven’t lived in the city very long, so it’s not like she’s expecting to know every inch of its nightlife scene but this place seems much more out of the way than she was expecting them to be going. The streets they’re trundling down are dark, not bright and shining with neon and glittering lights like so much of downtown tends to be. The occasional person or couple is walking along the sidewalk, but overall it’s deserted by city standards.

“Where are we going again?” Y/N pipes up from her seat, looking out the window and spotting another couple in dark coats holding hands as they amble down the side street.

“We’re almost there,” Vicki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, then turns to Jensen. “Tom texted to let me know he’s set aside a table upstairs for us, so everyone can just watch or they can join in, whatever you want.”

“Who’s Tom?” Y/N asks curiously, she hasn’t heard the name before.

“He’s our boyfriend,” Misha answers matter of factly, like he’s trying not to betray any emotion around the statement until he can judge Y/N and Alex’s reactions to that news. Y/N can’t pretend she isn’t surprised, but the more she thinks about it the more she realises that Misha is always quite private about his and Vicki’s relationship – this must be why.

“Oh, cool dude,” Alex laughs, giving an approving nod, almost like he’s impressed with Misha’s nonconformity. Y/N smiles. Alex always loves finding out about what people have going on ‘outside the box’, it helps him come out of his own shell just a little bit more every time.

“Can’t wait to meet him,” Y/N chimes in, just to quiet the small hint of wariness she can see playing behind Misha’s eyes. He relaxes visibly and smiles, much more his carefree and goofy self in that instant.

“Oh, s’that it?” Jared points out the window to a dim neon sign and a small group of people sitting on benches and little round tables, smoking. The block letters shine against the rough brickwork of the building they’re mounted on, grey and sophisticated, unlike all the garish colours Y/N would usually expect from a nightclub.

Femme Fatale.

Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when they got inside but she never would have expected what she’s witnessing now. Femme Fatale is a swingers club. Not just that, it’s a BDSM swingers club.

How had they known? Y/N wonders. She and Alex don’t usually make a habit of discussing that aspect of their relationship with other people. Especially since Alex is still pretty new to being a Sub. He had toyed with the idea of being a Dom in a previous relationship, and technically he labels himself as a Switch when people ask, but he once he had told Y/N that since he met her she brings out a part of himself he hadn’t really connected with properly before, and he loves it.

His eyes are wide now, blown out with obvious lust as Y/N watches him watch his surroundings. Jared is the same, and Jensen is watching him just as intently as Y/N is watching Alex. With how they act, Y/N always suspected that Jensen and Jared were in a Dom/Sub relationship, and she was quietly smug that she had been right. Misha and Vicki had left the party at their table on the exposed balcony as soon as their boyfriend Tom, who Y/N now understands is the manager of this club, had shown them in and sat them down. Now, Y/N knows what Vicki had meant in the car about them just being able to watch if that’s what they wanted to do, instead of joining in. Misha and Vicki have clearly opted to join in, and Y/N can’t see where they went off to, lost in the heaving crowd of people below them.

So far, she’s enjoying watching, and Alex clearly is too. His slutty shorts are doing nothing to hide the semi he’d popped almost the second they walked in. It isn’t so much her thing, but Y/N knows Alex has an exhibitionist streak, and she can easily imagine what must be running through his mind right now. Being out in the middle of everything, shown off, performing. And Y/N thinks she might like showing him off, showing everyone what a good little boy he can be for his Mistress, showing everyone how much control she has over him. How much he wants to do everything she asks of him, to please her.

“Jared,” Y/N looks away from Alex when Jensen speaks, and Alex looks up from the ground floor where he had been watching some of the people on display. “Do you want to go play?” Jensen asks neutrally, very carefully leaving the choice up to Jared, without betraying his own feelings on the notion.

“Can we?” Jared’s eyes light up instantly and Y/N smirks to herself. Jared and Alex are more alike than she realised.

“Yeah, c’mon baby boy,” Jensen smiles indulgently and holds out his hand to Jared, who takes it and follows him down the stairs to the play areas. Y/N looks back to Alex, whose eyes are glued to his cast mates’ backs.

“What about you, baby boy?” Y/N purrs, using Jared’s nickname teasingly and Alex blushes as she runs her nails up his bare arm. She’d never called him that before but it’s clear he likes it. “Do you want to go play?”

“I–” Alex breaks off, considering. “Can we just watch for a bit? See what everyone’s doing?” he asks nervously.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Y/N smiles and offers Alex her hand. They make their way down the iron grate staircase into the madness that has been churning below them this whole time. It’s easy to spot Jared and Jensen, despite the crowd. They stick out above the heads of a lot of the people nearby because most of them are bent over or crouched down to some extent.

They’re at the edge of the dance floor, in a space that’s still public but is cordoned off for more… intimate play. There’s two St. Andrew’s crosses bolted on the wall, both currently occupied with girls – one wearing an assortment of leather straps with metal studs poking out of them, and one wearing absolutely nothing but the cuffs binding her to the beams. Leather couches and benches are dotted around the floorspace, all covered with partially to wholly naked occupants engaging in every variety of sexual activity Y/N can imagine. Alex looks like a kid in a candy store watching it all unfold before him.

“You can watch whoever you want, but no touching without my permission, okay?” Y/N speaks into Alex’s ear so he can hear her over the bass of the music that’s vibrating through the crowd around them.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex salutes her cheekily and starts to move away but she grabs the neck of his shirt and hauls him back, looking him sternly in the eye.

“Do you want to try that again with a little respect, baby?” Alex drops his eyes and looks penitent.

“Yes, Mistress.” He gives her a weak smile, asking for forgiveness, and Y/N decides to let him off this time.

“Good boy,” she leans up and kisses his forehead before giving him a swift pat on the backside. “Have fun, I’m going to grab a drink,” Y/N points to one of the bars lining the far side of the play area. “Find me that way if you want me, okay baby?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex nods meekly, giving Y/N a small kiss before he ducks into the crowd towards a group of spectators all watching a girl tied to a bench getting teased by her Domme and a flogger. Typical, Y/N smiles to herself and makes her way to the bar to order a glass of wine.

Wine in hand, Y/N spins on her heel and looks around the room. Alex is still where she left him and a few groups over she spots Jensen, his back to her, watching something else she can’t quite make out between everyone’s bodies. Jared doesn’t appear to be anywhere though. Y/N decides to have a look at whatever Jensen’s observing, curious what’s got him so stoically still. There’s a lot going on around him but it becomes instantly clear which performer Jensen’s watching when Y/N approaches and peeks over his shoulder.

Jared is on his hands and knees, in amongst a crowd of people. There’s a sort of black leather platform that he’s perched on, so they’re elevated from the floor. It puts Jared’s mouth at the perfect height to reach people’s waists, which he’s currently putting to good use by swapping between two men with their cocks standing out stiff from their jeans. Jensen is watching closely, smirking at the crowd all raptly watching his boyfriend. When Jared takes the man with the bigger cock so deep that his nose is pressed to the man’s stomach, Y/N can’t help but laugh.

“I see why you like him so much,” Y/N bumps her shoulder against Jensen and he jumps, looking down at her and grinning when his brain catches up to her comment.

“Yeah he’s good with his mouth,” Jensen agrees, smiling proudly.

“Nice of you to loan him out.”

“I like to think I’m generous,” Jensen shrugs. “But not too generous,” Jensen catches the arm of a man trying to round the platform to get to Jared’s ass instead of his mouth. “Sorry man, no guys back there.”

“Oops, sorry dude,” the guy backs off quickly, and Y/N is impressed by how respectful the whole exchange is.

“Is that Jensen only territory?” Y/N questions, wiggling her brow.

“Yeah I don’t like other guys fuckin’ him,” Jensen explains. “But I like girls pegging him, it’s fun to humiliate him like that.” Just then Y/N spots a small woman climbing into a strap on with the help of her partner, who drops to her knees to suck on the dildo a little before covering it in lube from the bottle on the ground by the platform.

“No kidding,” Y/N whistles lowly, in awe as she watches the girl push the black silicone inside Jared, inch by inch. The way his hole is pulsing around the intrusion is almost hypnotic. She tries to picture what Alex would look like, on his hands and knees amongst all these people, everyone watching him get split open by some little girl with a big dick… everyone seeing him loving it, like Jared clearly is.

Y/N hears Jensen laugh beside her and she jumps a little, clearing her throat in embarrassment at being caught out staring at Jared’s asshole so blatantly.

“Sorry,” she clears her throat again and takes a sip of wine to hide behind her glass.

“It’s okay,” Jensen laughs again. “I wouldn’t let him do this if I didn’t want people to watch him.”

“Good point,” Y/N acknowledges, feeling a little better. “And um, out of curiosity,” Y/N pauses, trying to frame her question politely. “How did you get Jared to agree to the pegging?” Jensen raises an eyebrow at Y/N curiously. “You know, one Domme to another,” Y/N elaborates, so Jensen doesn’t think she’s trying to ask if she can peg Jared. That’s the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“No kidding?” Jensen chuckles, clearly impressed. “Well, I don’t know what you and Alex get up to normally, but it wasn’t too much of a stretch for Jared. He gets off on humiliation and I get off on humiliating him, and this fits that bill for both of us.” At that comment, Jensen looks back to Jared and smirks before reaching down to adjust himself subtly, and Y/N laughs. “What about it is calling to you?” Jensen asks, and Y/N has to pause to consider that before she can hit on the answer.

“It’s the one part of Alex I don’t think anyone’s touched. I mean he’s never mentioned it if he has done it before but I don’t think he has. The idea of marking him like that, of having something no one else can have from him…” Y/N trails off, letting her thoughts spiral as she feels the space between her legs heat up. When she adjusts her stance, she feels the slick brush of wet panties against her skin. Yes, she loves that idea. The thought of taking that last first, touching a part of Alex that no one else has touched. Being literally inside of him. Fucking him into submission would take on a whole new meaning.

“Yeah, that’s hot,” Jensen agrees and Y/N smiles dreamily. Now she just needs to figure out how to bring it up to Alex. “Hey,” Jensen taps her on the shoulder and points over Jared to the other side of the crowd, “you might not have to do as much convincing as you think.”

Standing across from them, Jared still on his hands and knees between them being fucked at both ends, is Alex. His eyes are fixed steadily on Jared, the rest of the world a mere blur around him and the object of his focus. His pupils are huge, in part due to the dark of the club but Y/N knows it’s also to do with desire. She watches his eyes dart back and forth and realises that he’s not just watching Jared, he’s watching the dildo that’s steadily fucking in and out of Jared’s ass, following its movements closely. He licks his lips and Y/N smiles. Jensen is right, she’s not going to have to convince him at all. He already wants this.

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