#Jensen x Female!Reader One Shot

[wayward-dreamer]

Impatient

Square/s filled: Orgasm denial @jacklesversebingo | FREE @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,080

Summary: Jensen and Y/N attend an industry event, but her impatience to have her way with him leads to him making sure she knows he's still in charge.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, gags, hair pulling, against the wall, slight degradation, use of 'slut', unprotected sex (wrap it up people), semi-public sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, fluff.

A/N: A recent group chat about Dom!Jensen has resulted in this. So, happy reading! ;) beta'd by my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean

Jensen picked up a champagne flute as a waiter passed by him, handing it over to Y/N as his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. He sipped the whiskey in his other hand as they both looked over the crowd around them, hoping to find some of their friends or even acquaintances at the party. Industry events usually went on for hours, so they had plenty of time to mingle with others later, both of them more than okay with each other for company at that moment. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, showing his appreciation for her shape in the royal blue, strapless dress. He slowly and subtly moved the hand on her waist over her hip, down to the curve of her ass and back to her waist, making her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I’m really regretting being here,” he husked close to her ear. “Especially with the way you look in this dress.”

Her eyes flicked over the light gray suit he was wearing, her fingers softly flicking the edge of his blue and white pocket square. “I can say the same for you and this suit.”

“Oh, is it doing somethin’ for ya?” he smirked.

“Definitely,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly, suggestively. She needed him desperately and she hoped that they could sneak away somewhere.

Unfortunately for them, someone he had worked on a project with years ago came over to him, both of them catching up. He introduced her and she smiled politely, nodding along with the conversation and laughing at the appropriate times but she wanted this guy to leave as soon as possible, so she could drag her boyfriend into the nearest bathroom. As she watched them, she slowly shifted the side of her upper thigh against his crotch, pressing her lips together in amusement as his hand dug into her hip as a warning. She was in a mood to challenge him, though. She repeated the movement, causing him to glance at her from the corner of his eye as he pulled away from her, slightly.

Jensen and his friend said their goodbyes with promises to catch up, before she said it was nice to meet him and watched him leave. She turned and looked up at Jensen, seeing his eyebrows raised at her.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, moving closer to her so no one heard them.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, an innocent smile on her face.

She pushed herself into him, her hip rubbing against him once more and making her grin as she felt him twitch under his dress pants. He glared down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough so that their faces were an inch apart.

“Do that again and you know how this ends, darlin’,” he warned.

She felt her inner walls clench around nothing at his words, a thrill running through her as their gazes locked. His intense glare was taunting her, a silent threat for her to try her luck again and to see what happened. She pressed herself against him, her thigh brushing against his crotch once more, and that was it. He reached for the champagne in her hand and took it, placing that and his whiskey tumbler on the nearest table before he curled his hand around her wrist, leading her out of the huge ballroom where the event was being held. He spotted one of the restrooms at the end of the hallway, the exhilaration building inside her with each step they took towards it.

Jensen opened the door, checking that no one was inside as he turned back and locked it behind her. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they embraced each other, kissing fervently as his hands slid down her back to her waist. She clung to the lapels of his suit as their lips fused together sensually, her touch becoming frenzied as started to pull at his tie with one hand, and open the buttons of his shirt with the other. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off, walking forward and pressing her up against the tiled wall. She moaned against his lips as she tried to free her hands, desperate to get him out of as many of his clothes as she could. She tried to reach for his belt, causing him to trap her arms once more as he pulled away from the kiss.

“So impatient. You know better than that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and husky as he stared into her eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he reached down and pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress around her waist. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, gulping as she felt his finger pull her black panties to the side. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers as he ran his digits through her folds, feeling how wet she was no doubt from the moment she started teasing him. He spread the arousal over her, moving his fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly. She gasped as she shifted her hips closer to him, making him chuckle.

“So fucking desperate,” he muttered, pecking her lips. “You gotta be good if you want my cock, sweetheart. Especially if you want it where my fingers are.”

Along with his words, he pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight heat, her mouth falling open and letting out a loud moan, her hands gripping his covered shoulders, tightly. He thrust them in and out of her, slowly in order to keep her on edge as his thumb flicked over her swollen nub. As he continued his ministrations, short whimpers escaped her, but they increased in volume and he knew he needed a way to keep her quiet. He didn’t want anyone from this event walking in on them, but there was no way he was stopping, either. He pulled his fingers out of her, ignoring the whine that left her as he turned her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against the tiles as he pulled the pocket square out, holding it to her lips.

“Open up, darlin’,” he ordered, smirking as he shoved it in just as she gasped. “You gotta stay quiet if daddy’s gonna fuck you with people right outside that door.”

She let out a muffled whimper, feeling his hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass as he pulled her hips a little closer. She heard the sound of his zip coming down, her heart beating faster in her chest as the head of his cock nudged against her folds. He took a hold of his thick shaft, his darkened gaze shifting over her as he watched the way she took all of him as he slid into her tight heat. He relished the feeling for only a second, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came knocking, grinning when he heard a stifled moan leave her. He pulled out completely before he thrusted into her again, continuing in a steady rhythm as he moved deep inside her. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, too, but he couldn’t help it when she was clenching around him so perfectly.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight… she’s taking my cock so well, baby girl,” he husked, his hands gripping the flesh of her hips tighter.

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly around the gag as his hips smacked against her, his cock pounding deep into her and pressing against that spot only he had ever managed to. He chuckled, the sound almost sinister as he leaned into her, his chest right against her back. One of his hands left her hips and moved into her hair, tugging at the roots roughly, causing another shriek of pleasure to come from her, muffled by the pocket square.

Jensen laughed again, keeping his lips close to her ear as his voice became low and gravelly, “Just don’t know how to stay quiet, huh? You really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

His hips began to increase the pace he had set, slamming harder, faster within her as he chased that sweet release he craved but he had other plans for her. Her breathing was harsh, every short inhale and exhale through her nose burning her lungs as she tried to keep her hands steady on the wall. She was on the edge, her walls clenching around his length with every thrust, ready to hit that peak along with him at any moment.

“Shit, you’re close. Can feel the way you’re squeezing around my cock. Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did?” he asked, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Rubbing against me like that in a room full of people.”

The only response she could really give him in her current state was a pathetic nod, causing him to huff a small chuckle.

“Ah, see. I don’t think so, darlin’. I think only daddy gets to cum right now and then I take you home… and spank this ass raw for thinking you could pull that little stunt.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she mewled in protest, trying to glance back at him but his firm grip around the strands of her hair kept her from turning.

“You can whine all you want. You don’t cum until I let you. Is that clear?” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded again.

He kissed behind her ear, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect… gonna fill your tight little pussy up nice and deep.”

Jensen grabbed her waist, holding her still as his shaft pushed deeper into her. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him, causing him to fuck her harder when he felt himself throb inside her. With one last thrust, his neck strained back with a low grunt, the sound rumbling in his chest just as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum coating her walls. Y/N moaned at the feeling, wishing that she could’ve reached that euphoric end with him, but the warmth of seed would have to satisfy her until they got home. He slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to rest her hands on the wall for support as her legs shook. He cleaned himself up before he pushed his cock back in, zipping up his pants. He moved over to her, taking the pocket square from her mouth and folding it again, hiding the lipstick stains on the fabric as he tucked it into the front pocket of his suit.

He leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck as he reached between her legs, pulling her panties back into place. She turned gently, breathing heavily as they looked at each other. She smiled softly, a soft moan escaping her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his cum inside her.

“You okay?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hand.

“Yeah,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

“Good,” he muttered when he pulled away, pulling her dress down for her as their eyes met. “Now you’re gonna be patient with that load inside you, while I talk to a few more people before we leave.”

She almost let out a sigh of protest but his intense gaze stopped her. He grinned as he leaned in, his plump lips brushing against hers as their eyes remained locked on each other.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he started, his voice dropping to that deep timbre once more. “I promise I’ll stick to my word.”

Y/N bit her lip as she dropped her gaze, the anticipation of what he told her he was going to do to her making her core tighten once more. She washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick and then wrapped her fingers around his as he led her out of the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before they left the event, both of them far too impatient not to continue what they had started.

And he definitely stuck to his word as soon as they got home.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Let's relax boys.

Smutty one shot. 18+ only.

Thank you to @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden For asking about this hope you enjoy.

You and Dean and Sam go camping but when your not even thinking..you find yourself sleeping next to dean what will be the outcome? 😉

"hey sammy" you hear dean say as he walks into the office you and sam are working in. "yes?" you are typing on your laptop you don't even hear dean walk in. "This is crazy you two"

You look at dean. "what's crazy? hunting demons? yea i'll agree with that"

Dean smiles you always had a great sense of humor when he needed it. "yes Y/N hunting is to much.."

You shut your laptop. "You know what we need boys?"

Sam looks at you. "What's that?" You smile. "We should go camping!" The boys looks at each other like your crazy.

Dean says. "camping? what are we kids?" You smile. "come on it'll be fun just you, me, and sam and with nature, no demons, no monsters just...peace"

"okay it doesn't sound to..bad" Dean says. Sam looks at him. "What if we get attacked?" You stand up. "great we'll leave in the morning"

You walk away and Sam says. "This is a bad idea"

The next Evening.

"Ready boys?" You ask as you walk out in jeans, brown t-shirt and boots. Sam looks at you. 'Yea as ready as i'll ever be" Dean walks out. "Damn y/n stop looking so hot" he jokes.

You smile. "sorry no sorry" You guys head out to the woods and before long you set up your tent across from dean's and sam's is to the right of dean's.

"okay, Sam mind getting the wood for the fire?" he nods "Sure" he walks away leaving you with dean the brother that you have had a crush on for months.

"brought anything we can make?" Dean smiles. "uh..i think so" he finds some meat and sam walks back and you help him get a fire started. "hmm much better"

You sit down watching the flames move it was scary but you loved it too.

After dinner your so tired you say to sam. "Good night sam see you" He smiles. "Night Y/n sleep tight"

You look around. "tell dean i said night if he shows up" Sam nods.

You stumble into a tent and change for bed and lay down.

About half and hour dean walks in and discards his shirt and jeans. You turn hearing a sound. Your heart races seeing dean's toned body. You sit up. "Dean?"

He walks closer to you kneeling by you. "Y/n? uh...hi" You smile. "hey uh..did i take a wrong turn?" He smiles. "looks like it"

You lean closer to him. "Should i leave?"

Dean says. "Don't" His lips are on yours it's a soft yet heated kiss like he's waited for this moment and he didn't want it to slip away.

Dean's tongue brushed across your bottom lip. You opened your lips up to grant him access. Your tongues fought for dominance. Dean's won.

Dean moved his head down to kiss your neck, sucking on your sweet spot to leave a hickey and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"Hmm..dean...we shouldn't...sammy he's" Dean says. "he's asleep y/n i want you so bad"

"i want you too" You kiss his neck moving your hands up his back making him moan.

He removes your pants and underwear at the same time.

"fuck your beautiful"

You smile. "that's just cause i'm naked' Dean smiles. "Nah you've been beautiful even after a hunt god y/n i love being around you" he kissed your neck again.

"Dean i need you"

He adjusted your legs so that your knees were bent and your legs were spread wide. He kissed along your thighs.

"I know but be quiet for me" He smiles.

You were so wet already. All of a sudden, the kisses stopped, and his face dove into your heat. You felt his tongue circle your clit.

"hmm" You cover your mouth so you don't moan loud.

You moaned as his other hand made its way to your chest, squeezing your breasts. The sensation was awesome. You could feel your climax start to build when he stops.

"I want you to cum when i'm inside of you"

You look at him as he pushes into your clit. "yes dean"

He moves slowly letting you adjust to his cock. "Dean please...move faster'

"yea? I can be slow honey" You moan when he doesn't move faster. "okay darling okay i got ya' his pace gets faster making you moan. 'fuck yes right there!" he's hitting your g-spot every thrust he does in you.

"Fuck Y/N so tight for me" he grunts as his hips keep moving. 'So close" He said making you say. "Me...too"

You come undone and Dean let's go inside of you. "what took us so long to do this?"

Dean moved back up to kiss you. The kiss was passionate.

Even more so than before. His tongue slid in your mouth, and you could taste yourself. You moaned into the kiss. This was going to be a long night.

A/n:Well damn two smut fics in one night that's it for me tonight damn ima go sleep with this on my mind. 🥵

tags:@cutedisneygrl @alternativeprincess94 @k-slla @jackles010378

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose. 

He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. 

Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.

You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.” 

Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.

Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum. 

You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return. 

You lie there, wondering what man you will get next. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

insecure (DW x reader)

A/N: So sorry for the long wait for another story! I have been at college🙃

Dean Winchester x Insecure! reader (I think this is Season 4, Dean) Request: can you do a dean Winchester NSFW blurb/headcanon? some praise is included if that’s ok :) maybe the reader feels insecure and Dean discovers and proves to her how much he loves her. :))

Warnings: MINORS BEWARE, NSFW AHEAD AFTER THE CUT, and fluff if you not into cutesy stuff. I also am making a tag list!

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*Gif is not mine

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You couldn't last remember the last time you had an "off" day from hunting. It must have been forever since the last time you could finally breathe without fearing someone or something to come after you.

You and Dean were sitting at the dining table in the motel room in Lawrence, Dean was "attempting" to do research on Sam's laptop while he was out getting some food at some burger joint. You could see how frustrated he was getting at the laptop, it was very cute. Seeing him get upset by technology like a little old man, Dean was not old at all. He was only 30, but if you asked him he would say he felt like he was 50 with back problems.

You often thought about how lucky you got Dean. His excellent looks weren't a huge thing but it was definitely. He was so strong, the strongest you ever knew. Plus, he was brilliant. Even though he wouldn't admit that he was. You felt so safe being around him no matter the situation, your safety was his number one priority.

But, you couldn't help but think that you didn't deserve Dean.

That someone else is out there. Stronger, more intelligent, prettier, perfect skin with no scars from random demons, vampires, or ghosts. Someone was out there and he hadn't found them yet.

"Hey." His gruff, voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized that he has been staring at you losing your mind quietly. "What's on your mind sweetheart?"

Dean slowly closed the laptop, and slid it to the side so his entire attention was now on you. His green eyes were something you loved. Loved for him to be on you, but right now his eyes were watching you like you were on fire. You could fill your cheeks slowly and get warmer and warmer. The effect the man has on you was truly something.

"Nothing. I don't even remember what I was thinking about." You look at his green eyes and hope he buys it. You don't want to talk about how you are feeling. Not yet at least.

Dean leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and his eyes piercing into you. Like he was staring into my soul. He always had a way of getting me to talk. To spill all my deepest, darkest, secrets. Not this time, you're not gonna give in. "Sweetheart, tell me."

"There is nothing to tell Dean." you stood your ground, not looking into his eyes.

Dean stood up, pushed his chair in, and turns your chair towards him. Kneeling in front of you. "Nothing? Yeah, I don't believe that. Ever since we got here you have been sitting in this chair staring off into space like a deer when they see headlights." Dean takes your hands now, "What's going on?"

You look back into his eyes and could fill the tears starting to build in yours. You should have known he wouldn't give up until you told him how you feel. "I..." The tears were now on your face, Dean's hands were on your cheeks slowly trying to wipe your tears.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?'

"I'm not good enough for you." You finally spill what you held in. The six words you have been thinking about for months are finally out. Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds before Dean finally breaks the silence, his face confused. "Why would you say that?"

You stand up and walk away from Dean, towards the mirror looking into it. "I'm not strong, I'm not Pretty, I'm not Strong, I'm just not good enough for you Dean." You put your hands on your face, trying to hide your face, sobbing.

Dean gets up and wraps his arms from behind, slowly rocking you back and forth, "Shhh". He turns you around so you could cry on his shoulder. His hand rubbing your back felt good to let all of this emotion out. For months you have been putting on this strong face. Trying to prove yourself to Dean.

"You're wrong." Dean finally breaks the silence again, You pull your face away, tears leaving wet marks on Dean's Gray shirt.

"You're just saying that." you wipe your nose on your sleeve.

Dean turns you around, so you were now looking at yourself in the mirror, "I am not just saying that. I'll prove it to you. When you look into the mirror, what do you see?"

Before you could even begin your sentence Dean cuts you off, "I see a beautiful, Strong, Smart woman right there." You shake your head and Dean speaks again, "No. You're gonna listen to me. Everything that your head is telling you is wrong. My life before I met you had no meaning. I was running in, not caring if I got hurt. Then, I met you. The woman that excepts me, this job, and everything that comes with it."

You could feel Dean's breath beside your ear, "Let me show you how much I love you."

Before you had a chance to speak, Dean turned you around towards him, with his lips on yours. You could feel the passion, the love he had for you just in that kiss. His hands went under your shirt, lifting it over your head. His head started kissing down your face. Your cheek, neck, and your chest. His hands now unhooked your bra, leaving you bare on the chest.

"These are beautiful, everything about you is beautiful." His hands were now rubbing around your stomach, touching every blemish, scar, and even the small birthmark you had. "These are beautiful."

Dean then slowly brought you to the bed and laid you down on it. His mouth back on yours, his hands now all over your breasts. You let out a small moan while kissing him, and he breaks the kiss. His lips traveled from your lips down to your neck, till they landed on your nipple. You let out a moan, your hands traveling to his hair, pulling slightly.

You could feel his tongue around it, sucking a little. You feel your whole back arch into him. Allowing him to know how good you are feeling, Your moans feels the room as he uses his free hand to unbutton your jeans. Sliding them down your legs.

Your hand finds his shirt, tugging slightly. Dean lets go of your nipple with his mouth and speaks, “No… sweetheart. This is all about you.”

He kisses down your stomach, kissing all your scars and stretch marks. He stops when he was on the edge of your underwear. He takes the rest of your pants off, and then slips your underwear off and throws them on the floor.

“Let me take care of you, baby girl.”

Deans's hands spread your legs apart as he bent down in between them, you could feel his tongue lick up and down. Slowly working his way toward your clit. You let out a small moan as he works on your clit and continues to pleasure you with his tongue. Dean lifts his head up with a smirk on his face, "Does that feel good baby?"

You nod your head, "Yes.. so good. More."

After hearing those words, you could feel Dean's fingers rubbing you and you could feel his two fingers slide into you. Curling into you and letting his two fingers working in and out of you, slowly letting them drag over your g-spot.

You feel your back arch and let out a loud moan.

"Such a good girl... look at how responsive you are." Dean's fingers started going quicker in and out. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer. Dean just kept going faster and faster.

"Dean.. I'm gonna-" You let out another moan, "I'm gonna cum"

Dean leans up towards you, going faster in and out of you now. Using his free hand to hold you in place. "Cum for me baby."

When he said that you could feel your orgasm overtaking you. Letting out a long moan, Dean's fingers still moving slowly waiting for you to calm down before sliding them out of you.

"You did so good sweetheart," Dean says leaning up to kiss the top of your head, laying beside you. You felt like nothing ever happened. Even though a lot did.

"You mean so much to sweetheart." Dean started playing with your hair, "You are everything to me. Never forget that."

"Your my girl"

[pinkiebieberpie]

Hi! I absolutely love your work and I hope this week treats you well!💗 I was thinking can I request "head cannons" I think they are called, I am new to fanfiction and what not, about Dean getting offended when reader asked Sam to get something off of the top shelf and not him (reader and Dean are dating) but reader genuinely meant no harm by it and just asked Sam because he is taller 😅

thank you so much baby!! it means a lot to me 🩷🪽 jealous dean?? i love it.

when you asked sam for help with getting something from the top shelf he just did it without thinking about this too much - you asked and he helped, as simple as that, but when dean heard it?? he was just staring at you for a moment before speaking "woah, you know i could've help with that? i was sitting right next to sam." and y/n is just so confused because, what is his problem??? "yeah, but he is taller, that's it." she shruggled her arms and came back to cooking;

next thing she knows dean is next to her being like "but i'm tall too and i'm your boyfriend, baby" again, what is his problem???

he would be all huffed and jealous for the rest of the day, just observing sam and you...

but then he will realise you baked a pie so he will probably just forget about the whole thing and gave you so many kisses (with his lips covered in cherries from the pie, he's just an adorable, messy baby + he's cute when he's jealous)

let's be honest dean winchester is a jealous type but he is always the first one to apologize you (only you) after being dramatic about something small 😇✨

supernatural masterlist

[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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hold me ~ justin foley

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Pairing: Justin Foley x Female!Reader

The ringing of your phone made you look up from the notes you were reviewing for your big biology test that was coming up.

You took your phone and saw that it was Justin calling, making a smile appear on your face.

"Hey babe, what's up?" you said once you answered, your voice cheerful.

"Um, hi. Can I, um, uh, can I crash at your place tonight?" his voice was shaky, which immediately made you panic.

"Justin, what's going on? What happened?" you asked, the notes on your bed long forgotten.

"Can we talk at your place?" he asked, sniffling through the phone.

"Of course, of course. I'll be waiting for you"

"Thanks. I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

You hung up and immediately started gathering your study material and putting it on your desk, knowing you weren't going to get any more studying done that evening.

After you were finished, you made your way to your parents' room to let them know Justin was coming over and was going to spend some time at your house.

Your parents had loved Justin ever since the two of you started dating 2 years ago, so they were delighted Justin was coming over.

"Did he eat? Do you guys want dinner?" your mom asked, knowing that Justin's home situation was not the most ideal.

"I don't know, I didn't get to ask. I'll heat up some leftover pizza if he's hungry, we'll be fine" you said and just as you finished talking, the doorbell was heard.

You closed the door to your parents' room and bolted down the stairs, flinging open your front door.

Justin was standing there, his Jersey jacket on his hand and his bag flung over his shoulder. He had tried tears coating his cheeks, making your heart shatter more.

"Oh, baby" you muttered and pulled him into your house, locking the door behind you and enveloping him in your arms.

He let his bag fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burying his head into your shoulder.

"Sh, it's okay, I'm here. Let it all out, you're safe with me" you kept whispering into his hear, rubbing soothing circles on his back and the back of his head.

His cries were muffled by your shirt, his whole body shaking in your hold.

Your heart was breaking for the poor boy currently breaking down in your arms. Nobody deserved to be going through what he was, such a sweet and gentle soul yet so damaged and broken at the same time.

After a while of just holding him, he finally managed to calm down, his cried turning into silent sobs and finally dying down completely.

"Did you eat?" you asked him softly, not wanting your voice to disturb the silence and peaceful atmosphere that enveloped the two of you.

"No, I didn't get around to it" he croaked out, his voice hoarse because of the crying.

"Come on, I heated up some leftover pizza for you. Let's get something in your stomach and then we'll go up to my room and talk, alright?" you were caressing his cheeks while you talked, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak up.

You unwrapped his arms from around your waist but took his hand in yours, pulling him to the kitchen. You knew he needed to feel your touch more than anything right now.

"This is good" he commented once he started eating the pizza, his voice still small but steady now.

"I know, I convinced my parents to get it from that new place that just opened up. The food is absolutely delicious there" you said while you ran your hands through his hair comfortingly.

He nodded but didn't say anything else, making silence envelop the spacious kitchen.

You kept your eyes on him, observing how he was avoiding making eye contact with you. You didn't know why, but figured it was because he would break down again if he looked at you. He tended to do that a lot.

"Come on, let's get you in bed" you said once he finished eating, putting his plate in the dishwasher and taking his hand.

He silently walked behind you, his steps light and silent as to not disturb your parents.

Once you were both in the privacy of your room, Justin took a seat on your bed and kept his gaze on the floor, not saying anything.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked him, taking a seat next to him on your bed and taking one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

He was quiet for a second before he raised his head to look at you.

"Meth Seth is back. He lost a grand of cash last week and he thinks I stole it from him. We got into an argument tonight and, well, I gathered all my shit and left" he said, his hurt now replaced with anger and defeat.

"Look at me, baby" you said as you raised your free hand to his face and cupped his cheek, making him look at you. "You're going to move here, permanently. I don't care what anyone says, your mom or Seth or anyone. I'm not letting you go back there ever again, do you hear me?"

He pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"I don't want to intrude. I don't want to be a bother to you or your parents" he started shaking his head, looking away from you.

"You, Justin Foley, are not a bother to us. My parents adore you, they are going to be thrilled to have you around constantly. Baby, you are so loved by them, they see you as their own son. Don't ever doubt how loved you are by this family, how much we want to keep you safe and sound, baby"

By now, tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at the broken boy before you. Justin was also crying, staring back at you, not believing what he was hearing.

He grew up without a father and with a junkie mother, a mother who never cared about his well-being as much as she cared for her boyfriends. A mother who never made him feel loved, cared for and happy, what any child should feel from their parents.

"I love you so fucking much, and I am so fucking grateful to have you in my life. You don't even realize how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate everything you and your parents have done for me. You've saved me, Y/N"

You pulled him into your arms and rested your head in the crook of his neck, both of you sobbing into each other.

"I love you so much, Justin Foley" you whispered in his ear, planting a kiss at the base of his neck.

"I love you, too. So much. Please, just hold me and don't let me go" he whimpered, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body, if that was even possible.

"I'm never going to let you go, baby. Never" you whispered back, reassuring both of you that you are never going to leave each other.

Your thoughts started to wonder on what your life was going to look from now on, but you shook them away.

For now, you were just going to hold your boy.

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Letting go, holding on - Dean Winchester

Content Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, alcoholism, cheating, depression, sexual innuendos, etc.

Summary: For years your situationship with Dean has been on the edge of extinction, but which way it dies depends on something not so simple.

What you had with Dean wasn't official, it never had been, and as far as the both of you were concerned it was nothing but business, mixed with a little pleasure when some things got tougher to bear than usual. It was something you never discussed outside of late nights in the dark, and the 'will they won't they last forever' thing was never once looked upon.

Sam saw it as a dangerous game, claiming to Dean and to you on separate occasions that these things never end how they are supposed to, and whether the both of you liked it or not, there was something there that was more than what you claimed it to be. More than just sex. But this was Dean Winchester, the man who had never spent more than a night in one place, the guy who had cut all women from his life at one time or another due to reasons that sometimes were unknown. You wouldn't risk being one of those women, and whilst he was handsome, and quite frankly one of your best friends, he was nothing more than that, because that would end one way and one way only. Heartbreak.

Dean was the same, thinking of you as both his friend and his night-time companion for the hours he didn't want to be alone. When he was thinking more than he should, he would leave his motel room and walk the two steps to yours. When you were lonely, you'd send him a text, the buzzing more than enough to wake his jumpy figure from sleep. Or maybe, Dean's subconscious was able to tell when you needed or wanted him and would wake him just in time to hear your call.

There were times when Dean thought about you outside of the bedroom, outside of the darkened skies and the late hours of the night. Times when he thought of you as his best friend, and maybe one of his favourite people, but that's where it stopped. That is where he forced himself to stop. Dean was good at pushing things away, and you were just the same, and whilst it was a match made in hell, you wanted nothing more than for it to last as long as it could. Last, as it would, but never grow. Because that wasn't right, and that wasn't safe for either of you.

It was on one day's hunt, however, that things were mixing themselves up into something more than you wanted them to be. A margarita of danger, blood, and a whole lot of repressed ideas. 'I wanna know' by Big Jack Johnson might have been your first sign, or maybe it was just a fucking good song to dance to. Needless to say, that the hunt had been abandoned for a few moments of semi-drunken dance and banter that crossed a line drawn a little too long ago.

"You know, I think I could do this forever." Dean's voice is more upbeat than usual, and the slur in his words shows that he's on the verge of most-definitely-not-sober, despite it being one o'clock in the afternoon.

"And what exactly is this?" You're dancing with him, even though you shouldn't be. You know that much, but in your line of work, the danger is so common that sometimes it passes right on by without you even catching a glimpse. And then it gets you, right in the heart, a dagger through the back.

"Dancing," you swear the slurring of his words is stronger than two seconds ago. "With you." His hands on your hips distract him from the things that he's saying, and the liquid courage he's consumed far too much of runs through his veins more than the blood in his body. "You and me, we're made for each other."

"Are we now?" Your voice holds confidence though it's the opposite of how you feel, and your sobriety is catching up to you, strong and true. There's something that flashes across Dean's face, in his eyes a realization that his testing of the waters has gone too far. That maybe he needs some water himself, instead of the liquid truth he's been consuming for the past hour. He clears his throat, loud, his hands falling from your sides.

"We should get back on the case, Sammy's gotta be wondering what we've got." The case. It's always the case that gets him out, the words he says put back in his mouth as fast as he can shove them in. But you let him deflect it, because you're not ready to face it either, and when you slip up, you do the exact same thing. Dean doesn't chug down the rest of his beer like usual, because, in moments like these—moments where everything starts to bubble up—it's his cue to close the tab.

"Let's get outta here." He mumbles it to no one but knows you're following him out whether you heard him or not. Because that's how it is. You follow him, and he follows you, stuck to each other whether you like it or not.

The hunt goes well for the most part, vengeful spirit vanquished and your bodies not covered in as many bruises as usual, though there still are some. Most of the time they go unnoticed until a shirt is removed and the purple line along one's ribs can be seen, or if the wincing of a particular person becomes a regular occurrence. As much as Dean would like to pretend he doesn't care about these things, there's a slight chance that it affects him more than he knows.

"What happened here?" His fingers brush over the skin on your collarbone, tracing the bruise that he knows wasn't left by him thirty minutes ago.

"You want a list?" Your eyes sit closed as you lay so close to him, his arm over your shoulder and keeping you just near enough to feel the breaths that he takes in each passing moment. He chuckles and you feel that too, but it doesn't last long before he's serious again, ruining the no-strings part of your agreement.

"Yeah, I get that, but this one-" Dean runs his finger over the bruise again, most likely trying to gauge your reaction. You give him nothing. "This one looks like it hurts."

You don't open your eyes. You know if you do, you'll be stuck, heart pulling you to him, and mind pulling you back. "What are you gonna do? Kiss it better?"

"You want me to?" His question comes so deep, voice testing the limits again. You ignore it, you have to.

"I doubt it'll work."

"No harm in trying, am I right?" And just like that, you're back in the safe zone, Dean's flirty tone bringing the depth of the conversation back to what it should always be. Nothing important, nothing meaningful, because the way he kisses you shouldn't mean anything. It's not allowed to mean anything.

But he kisses you, and he kisses the bruise, and you go back to it, ignoring what might be right in front of you. Dean tries. He tries so hard not to touch the bruise again after that, because friends care about bruises, friends care like he wants to, but friends don't see each other naked. So, when he's here with you, with a motel bed and your skin on his, he's not your friend. He can't be. Because friends don't see each other naked, and if he's your friend in bed, then what you have is something more.

The bruise is never brought up again and when more appear after every hunt, on both you and Dean, it's only discussed outside of the bedroom. It has to be. But of course, it's hard to avoid such things when every day comes with a new scar, inside and out.

As of right now, Dean sits on a dirty motel bathroom sink, icepack to his eye and you standing between his legs, holding a wet cloth to his lip. It's silent, the first aid kit the only witness to the scene. Sam's gone god knows where to find another one of his kale salads, and the lack of conversation in the motel room is deadly. There's a hiss from Dean's lips as you dab an antiseptic wipe over the cut just above his cheekbone, and a mumbled apology from you right afterward. And then Dean does it. He dares to reach out, hands landing on your waist to pull you just that bit closer, and it takes everything you have to ignore it. The icepack he's been holding is long forgotten, dropped to his side and his hands are cold where they touch you. His fingers are damp from the pack's condensation and it's so tempting to just give in—but you don't.

When you reach up to wipe away the excess blood on his cheek, the white flannel in your hand going red, he catches your hand in his own. "God dammit," It comes as a grunt, like usual when Dean talks, "This shouldn't be working for me, should it?" He says it like this exact situation hasn't happened a hundred times before, as if he really believes that this shouldn't work for him when you both know that it does.

You ignore him, pulling the flannel back into your grasp as you wipe the blood from his cheek. His hand, the one still on your waist is the one you feel the most. His fingers dig into your skin, not hard, but the grip is firm enough for you to notice, and his other hand now holds an antiseptic wipe of his own. He brushes it against your face so gently that you'd not feel it, if not for the sting it causes in the cut on your forehead. And just like that things are getting a little too personal, a little too caring for what the both of you agreed. Yet, you don't stop it.

You're too close to be friends, but still, you're practically leaning into the sink to get closer to him, chests almost touching when you do. It's just so dangerous, because if there's one thing you shouldn't be doing it's this. But it's so much worse when he doesn't kiss you because when he opens his mouth to talk instead, it makes it almost impossible to hide the fact that this isn't just a bit of fun.

"You okay?" He's put the antiseptic wipe down, hand coming to rest on the side of your neck, thumb brushing over the bottom of your ear. The grip he has on your waist with his other hand loosens, though he doesn't let go, and it's all so different from what you've done before. You nod because it's all you can think of to do and Dean continues, despite the risks. "Cause' you took a serious fall back there, one that looked like it could've done some damage if you didn't land right." His hand moves upward fingers splayed out on the back of your head under your hair. And God, it kills him when you wince at the touch. "You didn't land right, did you?"

That's when you move back, that's when you storm from the bathroom, slamming the door behind you to give you a few seconds more to escape him—to escape what you're feeling. By the time you get outside the motel room, the cold air on your flushed skin, Dean is behind you, hand on your arm.

"Okay, what was that about?" He sounds genuinely confused and when you turn to look at him, gaze falling to his hand on your arm for no more than a spilt second, his brows are furrowed.

"You know what that was about." You don't sugar-coat it, you can't, but Dean is saved by the bell it seems, Sam appearing out of thin air with two plastic bags full of what's most likely your dinner.

"What's going on?" Sam now holds the frown; Dean's having disappeared and he's looking at you as though you're a bomb about to go off. You don't though, tearing your arm from Dean's grasp and heading back inside without a word.

Sam doesn't say anything to you about it, though you know as soon as you go back to your room Sam will make Dean spill his guts. What Dean will tell him though, remains to be seen, because while the brothers are close, there are some things Dean can't admit. Like the fact that maybe his brother was right, that what he had with you was so close to going up in flames, and that maybe he was letting it burn.

You didn't call Dean that night, and he didn't knock on your door either. If he did you don't know if you would have let him in any way, but you can't entirely sleep without him there. Dean's awake and staring at the ceiling, though he pretends he's not when Sam shifts, sitting up on his own bed across the room. Dean keeps one eye open in the darkness, and when he catches Sam looking down at the screen of his phone, something in Dean clicks. He hears the motel room door creak open, falling shut moments later, and Dean sits up.

Sam is gone, and Dean waits five minutes, listening intently for any indicators as to where Sam could have gone. But when no car starts outside, and no headlights shine through the motel window, Dean makes his move. What his little brother could be doing behind his back at three in the morning is beyond him, but when he opens the door, he sees it loud and clear. The lights in your motel room are on, curtains only half drawn, and when Dean peeks through the gap between them he understands it all. It's a picture out of Dean's worst nightmares he thinks, a scandalous scene. His brother, standing in your hotel room with you right in front of him. Sam's looking down at you, and you up at him, and his lips move fast as he talks words Dean can't hear, but all Dean can focus on is the way his brother's hands are tangled in your hair, lifting your head to look at him. Dean doesn't stay to see more, he just scoffs to himself and heads back to his room, downing the half bottle of beer left on the table as soon as he does so.

He thought about getting in his car and driving away to blow off some steam, but that's not what friends do. Friends don't get jealous when their companion is with some other guy. And Dean is your friend. He's something else too, something that helps relieve your stress in the middle of the night, but other than that, he's nothing to you. And he should have no reason to be angry. Unless of course there is something more to do with what he feels, though that goes against the agreement—the promise.

Sam comes back to the room an hour later and Dean pretends to be asleep again, though he holds a sense of pride over the fact that maybe you do like Dean better than his brother because you never sent Dean back to his room after time with you. Not once. Yet, here Sam was, back so soon.

The next day Dean keeps this in mind to stop himself from smacking his brother upside the head. He watches you with hawks’ eyes, scanning your every movement in relation to Sam. How close you stand to him, how many words you exchange, and he thinks you don't notice, but you do.

You bring it up whilst investigating an apparently haunted old farm that same afternoon, Sam talking to the owner whilst you and Dean take a look around. It's bad timing but his glances had been bothering you all day, and what better time to make trouble than whilst in the middle of a case? That way you can deflect onto it, if need be, and avoid the conversation at hand.

"What's going on with you?" You don't look at him as you ask, pretending to be interested in the tractor that sits in the middle of the barn where you stand.

Dean grunts, his signature sound. "You have a fun night last night?"

"What?" A frown consumes your features though Dean can't see it with your back to him, and a thousand thoughts race around your mind trying to put together what he could be talking about. You don't need to think about it for too long before Dean provides the answer.

"You and Sam. Did you get it on pretty good?"

It hits you then what he's thinking and when you look at him, he's avoiding your gaze just as much as you were his a few seconds ago. It's a shock to your system to think he could be this affected over something that never even happened, the concept once again crossing so many lines.

"If by 'getting it on' you're referring to Sam making sure I didn't have a fucking brain bleed last night, then yes, we got it on real good." the sarcasm comes through thick, and you would feel bad about it if you weren't desperately trying to avoid what the conversation could lead to. Dean's facial expression shifts as if he's going backwards through the five stages of grief before he locks eyes with you, making everything that much worse.

"What'd you mean?"

"You said it yourself, I didn't land right when I fell the other day, and my head didn't feel too good last night, so I called Sam over to take a look. To make sure I wasn't gonna die in my sleep." You shrug just to add to the casualness of it all, "Considering I'm alive right now, I think he did a pretty good job."

Dean's mouth sits in an 'oh' shape as he stares back at you, before shaking himself out of it. "So, you didn't screw Sam last night?" He knows the answer now but is still so beyond confused by the logic of it all that he asks anyway.

"No, Dean, I didn't screw your fucking brother."

There's a silence held up by the attitude in your words, before Dean breaks it, still staring at you with one eyebrow raised as he tries to piece everything together. "Why didn't you call me?" he's frowning now, and you pretend not to notice his hurt. "I offered to help you with that, why didn't you call me?"

That makes you laugh, and you move around the barn, doing what you're actually there for whilst you talk. You've still got a job to do after all. "You didn't offer to help, you just looked at me with those stupid eyes while rattling off a bunch of caring bullshit."

"Bullshit?" The single word sounds more agitated than it should "I would've fucking offered, but you ran away. You God damn ran from me!" The case is entirely forgotten to him as he follows you around the barn, not willing to drop the conversation.

"Can we stop acting like this is about my concussion?" the speed at which you turn, and the volume at which your voice comes is startling.

Dean has his chance then to say it, to fuck up whatever it is you have in one way or another, but he doesn't. He doesn't ask what you mean by that, he doesn't admit to any part of what's happening or how he's feeling.

"Forget it, let's just go find Sammy." And with that he's walking out of the barn, leaving you behind him.

"Are you being serious right now?" You shout, waiting for him to turn back around, though he doesn't. He doesn't stop moving, and he doesn't respond, as if he's blocking you out on purpose. He walks away, and for the first time, you don't follow.

You meet Dean and Sam back at the car, conducting an investigation of your own whilst they were off together. You didn't do that much searching more than clearing your head, though seeing Dean when you got back to the Impala fogged your mind right up again.

The way his eyes rake over you once you appear makes it that much worse. He's cursing himself for it really, though as a Winchester it's not unexpected for him to put his emotions in a bottle and cork them up.

The drive back to the motel is silent, even though it shouldn't be. You should all be discussing the case, what you found, and what you think it is that is messing around at the farm. But both you and Dean are in bad moods and Sam, well he doesn't want to get in the middle, though unbeknownst to him he already is.

When you get back to the hotel you go your separate ways, Dean and Sam to one room and you to the other, where you let out your frustrations separately. It's a slow process and by the time Dean knocks on your door, it's dark out.

"Do you and Sam know what it is yet?" Your arm is firm on the doorframe, making a point that you don't want to let Dean in just yet. He frowns as if expecting anything other than what you've said.

"Huh?"

"On the case, Dean. Did you guys come up with anything 'cause I'm stumped". You're acting as though everything that happened today never did, and whilst that keeps everything clean and tidy, it drives Dean mad.

"That's not what I'm here for." He nods toward your arm on the door, glancing to the room behind it. "Can I come in?" He got some nerve to ask, and you think about saying no, but when it comes to Dean, there's always been a part of you that can't.

You move to the side, opening the door wider for him to step into the room before you close it behind him. It's risky, and you stand there for more than a few minutes, you with your back to the door and Dean facing you, the devil in his eyes.

"We shouldn't." You mutter finally, the first words in the room. Dean nods in agreement, though his eyes say something entirely different.

"I should just go." He clears his throat with the words, walking toward the door and you. He should go, you both know it, yet he doesn't. The second he gets close enough you're pouncing on each other as if the warnings spoken before were mere jokes meant to be laughed at, and it takes about one-hundred-too-long kisses for you to pull back and push him away.

"We need to stop." your words come breathless, and they sound useless when paired with your current position on Dean's lap. Dean frowns hands pausing their venture around your body like they've done so many times before.

"We do?"

"We do." You parrot his words as you move off of him, making your place halfway across the room so you can't just jump right back into his arms the second he gives you a more than innocent look. You're serious now, but it's hard to say what you need to when it means putting everything else at risk.

"I can't keep doing this Dean, it's not good for me and it's not good for you."

Dean raises a brow, lips upturning in a hopeful smile. "It feels pretty damn good to me." He knows where you're going with this but he's trying to ignore it. He doesn't want to lose you, not yet.

"Dean," Your voice cracks with his name, arms folding over your chest as if to protect yourself. Dean hates that even more than the look on your face. The look that says, 'I don't want you; I don't need you.'

"You realize we can't stop this when we're together, right?" He hates to put the idea out there, but it's true. As long as you're near each other, whatever ever it is that you're trying to end right now, won't stop.

"I know." Your words are quiet, but the way you look at him—as if this is a goodbye—is what cements the idea.

"So," Dean stands, nodding his head. "You want to end this, end us." He waves between your bodies before his hand comes up to cover his mouth. He's trying to hide the fact that this is a big deal for him, but he's not sure it's working.

"I mean, come on Dean. What even are we?" Your brows are knitted together, and your eyes might possibly be glassy, though Dean can't be sure. He can't look at you long enough to confirm it.

"I don't know." He mutters, the words barely audible as he leans against the small table in the room. "I don't know."

This wasn't how Dean wanted it to go. He'd wanted to be in this room with you, everything that happened before pushed away as he kissed you until you forgot. Until you forgot about all the wrong he's done, all the things he's said, and all the ways he's just not good enough.

"Okay, then." You clear your throat and Dean knows what comes next. He can't let it happen, not right now. He's needs a few more minutes, a few more hours with you.

"I'd rather not know what we are than lose you entirely." It's his offer to you, his plea for you to stay, but he knows he can't make you, that decision is yours alone.

"I can't stay if I don't know what I'm staying for." You take a step forward, something Dean wasn't expecting, and you keep moving until you're close enough to touch. "I can't keep doing this if I don't know what you want."

"I'd like you to stay." His voice is rough, and it sounds genuine, but as he watches you, watches your expression change, he knows it's not enough.

"You'd like me to stay?" Your voice cracks with the words, and you take a step back, separating yourself from him just enough. "You'd like me to stay, but you don't want me to." You laugh with the last words, a smile of disbelief on your lips and it's jarring, watching you act like that. Your laugh, paired with the tears he can see now, are such a contrast to each other that it almost kills him.

"Oh, come on baby, you know that's not what I meant." Dean moves forward and you stumble further away as though he disgusts you.

"Don't you dare call me that. Don't you dare call me 'baby' right now. It's shit like that that got us into this mess. The way you act as though we're something more than we are, the way you keep tricking me into coming back to you." You're practically hissing at him, walking backward toward the door, and Dean doesn't know what to say to stop you.

"I want you to stay, okay? I want you to stay." He's shouting as if that will make you slow down—as if that will stop your hands from reaching for the doorknob and leaving him here. And you do stop, but you match his energy tenfold, screaming back as if you'd been waiting for this moment far longer than you'd even been doing this.

"Why? Why do you want me to stay? So, we can jump into bed when you're sad? Because if that's all there is here, I just can't wait for you." You take a deep breath, waiting for him to fire back, but Dean is stunned into silence.

"If that's all we have, I can't stay." You're whispering now, as if you know there is no use in shouting. That the effort it would take to do so would be wasted on a man that can't allow himself to feel for more than a second.

And then you leave, and Dean knows he should follow, that he should fight for you if he really wants this. But he doesn't walk out the door. He stands there and waits for you to come back, but he knows you won't. Enough people have left him behind for him to know that they never do. And he's walked out on enough people to know that you never will.

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[jassackles]

The girl from London

Summary: Y/N is a British interior designer and architect who works for a company that has its headquarters in London but is well known in the US. So Jensen wants to surprise his parents and build them a new house at their favourite spot. When he meets her, it’s hard to listen to her when she talks about the design she’s planned, because other things about her seem more interesting.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female!reader

Warnings: fluff, sexual content, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)

“The architect really did a good, didn’t they?” Y/N says as she walks around the empty house admiring how it looks. “They definitely did.” Jensen says as he smiles at her. She took a look at the yard, her lip twitching slightly since in her opinion it looks horrible. “You also want me to redecorate the garden?” She asks curiously and politely. Jensen looks outside as well noticing how…how empty and boring it seems. “I’d like that.”

Y/N takes out her laptop to open up the program that helps her visualise her ideas for the interior design. “Do your parents have a special wish or taste?” She asks him curiously. Jensen watches her lips move more focusing on her accent than the words she’s actually saying. “Sorry what?” He shakes his head. “Do your parents have a special wish or taste?” She asks once more still politely because that’s what Britons are. “They like grey a lot.” He says as he thinks, if he’s being honest he has no clue what their taste is, that’s why he hired a freaking professionell. But how can she know? She doesn’t know his parents.

She sighs softly, “Alright.” She says and starts clicking and tapping on her laptop just to show him a little example. Jensen nods as he looks at the little draft she made within a minute. “I like that and I’m sure they’ll like it too.” He says with a smile. She returns the smile and chews on her lip as she gets back to drafting the whole house.

Jensen can’t help but watch her, her glasses are probably the cutest and sexiest thing about her, make her seem so hot and innocent at the same time. The blouse she wears gives him a lot of imagination, her tits seem like they’re perfect for his hands and the skirt? Oh well…the skirt fits her curves so well he couldn’t stop staring at her ass when he was showing her around the house.

“That’s my first draft.” She says a couple of minutes later. He blinks stopping himself from checking her out too much. He nods and looks at her laptop feeling quite impressed with her. She only needed like what, ten minutes maybe? And it’s looks awesome and comfy. A home he knows, his parents will love, especially his mom. His mom has a weak spot for little decorations and details and Y/N only showed him the future living room.

“If you want to change anything, please let me know.” She says softly as Jensen looks through the draft. “It’s awesome.” He says in awe. “Maybe Just the bed could be a different one.” He mumbles distractedly as he keeps looking at the different rooms. “Of course.” She nods and shows him different kinds of beds.

A few weeks later after meeting due to Y/N’s work Jensen finally brings up the courage to finally ask her out after drooling every time seeing and crushing on her. “Hey Y/N.” He says and she looks up from her laptop giving him a gentle smile. “Hey Jens.” She says softly.

If we’re being honest, she is crushing on him, too. But he’s her client, right? But she’s not from here, so no one would find out? Wrong. He’s a fucking actor, of course it would come out eventually, and when her boss will find out, oh well. Y/N chill out, nothing happened. She scolds herself mentally.

He smiles nervously at her, “So…uh, you wanna Hoyt for dinner…with me?” He asks hesitantly and even more nervously. And is he..blushing? She doesn’t know because she’s feeling pretty hot herself, the, the Jensen Ackles really just asked her out, has he?

“I’d love to!” She blurts out before she can change her mind, she’s only going to stay for one more week, so fuck it. But Jensen doesn’t know that she’ll be leaving in a week, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked her out.

He blushes deeply and smiles shyly, “I’m glad.” He says, feeling like a teenager all over again. I’m fucking 34, so get your shit together, Ackles, he thought.

She smiles with the same deep blush, thinking about how cutes he’s acting around her. “Me too. Pick me up at 7?” She asks him softly since she was about to finish work for the day. “Definitely.” He breathes out with a happy smile. Like a teenage boy. He cant believe, she said yes, and she can’t believe, he literally just asked her out, the guy she thought was the most handsome and cutest American guy she’s met. And she has met many American guys. They’re not comparable to the British men. But Jensen’s been a sweet and absolutely nice guy.

“See you then.” She says softly and kisses his cheek before disappearing, biting her lip as she gets more excited about her evening. Dean just stands there dumbfounded rubbing his cheek, like a teenage boy in some movie.

Dinner was great, even more than great, they laughed a lot and he learned so many new things about her. The thing he likes about her the most is probably her smile or her humour. She was so much fun talking to. The way she talks still fascinates him, her accent is so beautiful, kinda making her even more special than she already is to him.

“There we are,” She says as they get to the apartment complex she’s been living in for the past two months. Yes, it took Jensen two months to asks her out. She looks at the apartment building, not wanting the night to end so soon. “Do you wanna come up to my place?” She hears herself asking without thinking about it. His smile widens since he didn’t want the night to end so soon as well, “Sounds like a great plan.” He says as he takes her hand in his again, making her blush slightly.

If Jensen’s being honest, he really really likes her. He’s kinda falling for her, because she’s probably the nicest woman besides his mom. She’s so polite, it’s almost strange. Even his mom already likes her. His mom has already met her, because he kept talking about her and he kinda…slipped, ruining the surprise. Not that his parents weren’t happy, they were, his mom even started crying, but he wanted to surprise them when it’s done. It’s too late now anyway.

Y/N leads him inside her little apartment and Jensen smiles, since as soon as he enters her place her scent fills his nostrils. “Looks nice.” He comments softly as he enters. She smiles softly at him, “Thank you.” She says as he hangs up her coat. He smiles and takes his shoes and jacket off as well. “You want to drink something?” Y/N asks him as she leads him into the kitchen. “Maybe wine?” She suggests.

“Sure.” He says softly and smiles as she grabs two glasses. She fills the glasses with wine and smiles at him as he gets closer to her. She places the bottle of wine back on the counter as he stands in front of her. She looks up at him and smiles shyly, “Hey.” She whispers softly. “Hey.” He whispers back as he cups her cheek admiring how pretty and cute she looks in her glasses. She gets on her tiptoes as she closes the distance between them and presses her lips against his gently. He smiles against her lips as he kisses her softly.

Oh boy…the kiss feels much better than he has imagined, her lips are so soft almost pillowy. He pulls away a moment later resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.” He whispers softly as he smiles with closed eyes. She smiles shyly, “Really? Me too.” She says softly. He smiles and pecks her lips one last time before sitting down on the couch in her living room. “This sofa is so comfy.” She says as she sits down. Even though she sits on it quite often, she likes the feeling of it. “I can agree on that.” Jensen says with a nod holding his glass before taking a sip and placing it on the coffee table.

“So how do you like it here?” He asks a few moments later smiling at her. “Here in the US?” She asks her accent coming through again. He nods and smiles softly. “It’s pretty great, I really like it here.” She says softly her smile faltering a bit as she thinks about that she has to leave in a week. Jensen frowns noticing slightly, “But?” He asks her softly.

She looks up from her glass, “I have to leave in a week.” She confesses finally. His eyes widen and he swallows hard, feeling his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. “What?” He breathes out, causing her to take deep breath. “My visa ends and I have to get back to work in London.” She says softly with a small smile, actually feeling sad about leaving. “Oh…” He mumbles sadly as he looks at his glass of wine. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve mentioned it earlier.” She says with an apologetic smile and look.

“I-It’s okay.” He says with a kinda hurt smile. Every woman he likes or thinks is great, has to leave or isn’t interested in him. So that she has to leave now too, make him feel desperate since he really has hoped, especially tonight, that there could be more than a date, maybe a relationship. He sighs quietly to himself, since he really was looking for more with her. She notices how sad he looks, “I-I am really sorry, Jensen.” She says softly as she scoots closer wrapping her arms around him.

He hugs her back and captures her lips with hers, wanting to feel her close at least once before she slipping away from him, his dream girl. She kisses him back feeling just as sad as he does, because she really likes Jensen. He’s such an awesome guy and she really wants to know where their ‘thing’ would’ve led them. If she’s being completely honest with herself, there’s nothing that keeps her in London. Her brother lives in Australia, her mom’s travelling the world after her dad dies last year due to cancer and her friends? They’re all busy with being pregnant, taking care of their kids and being with their husbands. So? She’s just the workaholic who throws herself into work, because there’s no one waiting for her at home. But she’s being ridiculous now, if she immigrates to the US, she would have no job, apartment or money for the move.

His lips feel so incredibly good as she kisses him hugging him close as he pulls her on his lap making him sigh at the feeling of her so close to him. She feels perfect just in his arms already. He just wants to feel all of her at least once. His hands move smoothly over her back as she sighs against his lips caressing his chest gently.

He lowers her on the couch as he slowly gets on top of her kissing her gently yet passionately as he caresses her sides. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls him closer to her sighing against his lips as she makes out with him lazily. No rush, just two people enjoying each other.

After making out for a while Jensen pulls away admiring her kiss swollen lips pecking them one last time, “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.” He whispers softly as he caresses her cheek. She bites her lip and nods before getting up from the couch, turning the lights off in the living room and kitchen. She takes his hand in hers as she leads him to her bedroom. Jensen stops in the middle of her bedroom pulling her flush against him as he starts kissing her again caressing her cheek as Y/N slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt.

He helps her by shrugging it off his shoulders, leaving him shirtless. Y/N can’t help but stare at his abs and trace them with her finger tips, he just became twice as hot as he was before. He blushes a bit and lets out a small chuckle, “What?” She looks up at him with a smile, “You’re just really hot.” She breathes out and starts kissing him again. He blushes deeply, kissing her passionately as his hand reaches behind her back to unzip her dress. The dress falls to the ground. Jensen feels her naked tits suddenly brush against his chest and he cups one of her breasts squeezing firmly, twisting her nipple.

Their clothes are gone soon and they’re making out in her bed lazily, touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Jensen slowly gets on top of her whole making out with her and positions himself between her legs. “Is this okay?” He whispers against her lips and she smiles at how gentlemen-like he’s being. “Yeah.” She whispers softly and smiles against his lips when he kisses her again. He slowly enters her causing her to sigh at how good he feels inside her.

He kisses her neck gently as he lets her adjusts and starts moving a moment later, sighing at how well her pussy wraps around his cock. “F-Fuck.” He breathes out already feeling close at how good she feels and it’s been some time since he had a good pussy. She hums in response and wraps her legs around him, “Faster.” She breathes out. He doesn’t need to be told twice when he starts thrusting faster making her roll her eyes back at how good he feels.

They’re having sex for like two minutes and Y/N can tell it’s the best sex she’s ever had. Okay…she’s had sex with like…4 guys, so not so many, now 5 guys though. But Jensen’s been the best at foreplay and during sex. He found her clit immediately during making out and circled his finger right, not like the other guys who didn’t even found her clit.

Jensen sits up ok his knees and grabs her thighs firmly as he starts thrusting harder. She moans loudly when he starts pushing against her g-spot and her back arches off her bed. He groans at the sight of the face she’s making, you literally can see the pleasure written all over her face. He cups her tits squeezing them firmly as he thrusts even faster and harder, making her clench around his cock. “O-Oh,“ she moans as she feels the knot in her stomach tighten. Jensen groans since he’s been holding back since the moment he put his cock inside her.

He circles her clit and she moans his name softly at the feeling, moaning his name softly. Jensen feels his cock twitch at the sight of her and he’s trying so hard to not just cum inside her right then. He circles her clit a bit faster and Y/N feels her toes curl as she suddenly comes on his cock, squeezing so tight around his cock that it sends Jensen right over his edge with her. Her name slips from his mouth so soft it’s barely audible.

Panting fills the room as they both calm down from their highs smiling lazily at each other before Jensen pecks her lips softly. He gets off her and and plops down next to her pulling her tightly into his chest as he starts playing with her. He feels sad about that she’s really leaving so soon, for his liking it’s too soon he just wants her to stay in the States and not go back to stupid London.

There they are, at the airport, saying their goodbyes. Jensen’s gonna miss her so much that it already hurts just thinking about it. They’ve spent the last weeks having sex…a lot and spending every second with each other doing nice things together. So he’s gonna miss her, but he knows their little ‘thing’ won’t be more due to distance.

“You really need to leave?” Jensen asks softly as he squeezes her hand gently, watching and admiring her face one last time before he proudly won’t see her ever again. She gives him a gentle smile, “Unfortunately yes.” She says softly. The last few weeks there has been some thought on staying in the US, but it’s a big step she need to discuss with her mom when she’s back. Y/N really wants to stay, but now is not her time. She’s gonna miss Jensen a lot, he became so close to her in such a short time.

He pouts and sighs slightly, which causes her to pout back at him. “Unless you wanna bloody marry me.” She says playfully since she cants stay because her visa expires tomorrow. Jensen’s head perks up again, “I’ll do it!” He shoots causing Y/N to frown. “Bloody hell…what?” She stutters. “I’ll marry you right now.” He says. “Jensen, I was just kid-“ She starts. “I mean it.” He interrupts her. “You can’t do that.” She shakes her head. “Of course I can.” He tells her.

So what the fuck now?

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me now in the comments what you think and if you want a part two!

Also thanks to Wayne for the dividers! <3 @waynes-multiverse

tags: @leigh70 @jensensgirl @akshi8278 @stoneyggirl2

[wayward-dreamer]

Just For Tonight

Square/s Filled: Doggystyle @spnaubingo | One night stand @anyfandomkinkbingo | Touching under the table @jacklesversebingo

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,510

Summary: On a night out after a hectic work conference, Jensen was only looking for a quick drink before he returned home the next day. He clearly wasn't looking for more than that, but he definitely welcomed it once he met Y/N.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a Jensen fic, so here you go! Happy reading and hope you enjoy :) beta'd by my love @hintsofhoney

Jensen flicked open the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt as he walked into the pub, looking for a place to sit. Given that it was a busy night, he found a spot left at the bar, taking it immediately. His co-worker, Dan, had already ditched him back at the hotel, having found a blond woman he had been interested in talking to the entire conference. He sighed as he sat on the stool, his green eyes scanning over the people there, the hectic schedule of the last three days taking a toll on him. He was more than ready for a hard drink, or a few, before heading home the next day. The conference had been incredibly draining, and he was officially done being concerned with numbers and figures until he was back in the office on Monday.

Dan had wished him well in the hopes to find someone to spend the night with, but Jensen wasn’t thinking about that, even at all. It’s not that he never hooked up, he did. He just didn’t do it as often as his friend or other coworkers did. He had concentrated so hard on getting to a higher position at the company that he didn’t really find time to let loose once and a while. After the last three days with seminars dedicated to investment banking and financial services, however, he needed a break from the numbers swirling around in his head.

He looked around the room once more as he sipped his drink, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on a back corner table. It was a group of four women, laughing as they chatted about something, but he was only taken with one of them. From what he could see, she was wearing a black dress that came to just above her knees, the sleeves lace with the trim ending at her forearms. She giggled as she sipped a pink drink from a martini glass, causing him to smirk as he thought about his next move. He shifted around to get the bartender’s attention again, asking him to send a drink to the mystery woman’s table, the one she had ordered.

Jensen watched as the man behind the bar mixed it together before pouring it into a glass, sending it with one of the waiters towards the table. The women all looked up in surprise as the drink was placed on the table in front of her, the waiter gesturing to the bar before he left. Jensen’s eyes met hers from across the room, hers narrowing slightly as she looked between him and the glass in front of her. He watched in amusement as her friends whispered and nudged her, no doubt telling her to go over to him. He decided to make it an easier decision, getting up from the stool with his drink, pushing his way past people.

He smiled as he reached the table, standing right in front of her as their gazes remained locked on each other. “Figured I’d come over and say hi, rather than remain the mysterious stranger that bought you a drink.”

“Well, I almost came over, but I don’t know,” she started, glancing at the crowd before she looked up at him again. “Are you worth braving through that many people for?”

“Do I get to prove myself?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She bit her lip as she continued to stare at him. He found himself wanting to be the one biting that lip, and little did he know she was thinking about the same thing at that moment. He had caught her eye the minute he walked in with his friend, and once he was alone she almost bought him a drink, before he beat her to the punch.

“Sure,” she replied, sliding into the booth a little to make room for him. She turned to her friends who were paralyzed in their places as they gawked at him, tilting her head towards the restrooms, a silent plea to them to leave her alone for a few minutes.

She watched them pick up their purses as they left, laughing slightly just as he did once their eyes met again.

“Jensen,” he said, offering his hand.

She smiled, placing her hand in his. “Y/N.”

“So, can I trust you with this?” she asked, holding up the new drink.

He reached for the stem, plucking it out of her hands and bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. He cringed at the taste as his features scrunched up, causing her to cackle at his face. The sound was infectious, making him join in as he passed the drink back to her. Between the glint in his eye and the sound of his hearty laugh, she was already willing to call an end to the night and see if he wanted to come over to her apartment.

“The only thing that’s guilty of is being too sweet,” he husked, as he picked his own glass and took a sip, changing the taste in his mouth. “But yeah, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” she said, simply as she sipped it.

“No problem,” he stated, unable to look anywhere else but at her. She was beautiful, and could very well be way out of his league, but nothing had to happen beyond whatever happened tonight.

He told her he was in finance, she told him she was an architect, and they both explained all the challenges that came with those jobs. She had a dog, and he had no pets considering he traveled for work so much. They went back and forth in conversation, smiles, flirtatious looks and light touches of hands passing between them. She leaned closer to him, her eyes drifted over his suit and up into his green orbs, just as her heeled foot grazed up the side of his calf under the table. She smiled softly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip once more as she shivered at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her knee. His hand slid onto her thigh, over the fabric of her dress as his gaze drifted down to her mouth.

“Well, not to burst this bubble so soon, but… I leave tomorrow,” he informed her, frowning.

She hummed, nodding slowly. “Guess this is over before it even started, huh?

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers as his fingers swirled over her skin, at the edge of her dress. “We've got plenty of hours to pass before then, darlin’.”

A soft moan escaped her at the drawl of his words, and she had to try and calm down. This man was going to be the end of her, she knew it already. She had a brief thought about her own behavior because she never acted like this. It had only been about half an hour that they had been talking, and she was already ready to leave with him. She was never this quick to go home with strangers, but the second he walked into the bar she knew she needed to find a way to get him to her apartment and out of the suit he was wearing, fast. So, fuck how impulsive she was being in that moment, because that was exactly what she was going to do.

Jensen was thinking about the same thing. He wasn’t one to rush things like this, but he needed to know what she felt like and how many times he could make her come apart. He really needed to know.

“M-My apartment’s about 20 min-” she started to tell him but was cut off by a gasp, just as his hand slipped under her dress and rested on her thigh, his palm burning against her skin.

“My hotel’s a block from here,” he countered.

She shifted back slightly, smiling up at him. “Lead the way.”

They finished their drinks off in quick swigs, before they both got up from the table and made their way to the bar. She told her friends what was going on, promising to text once she was going home, whether it was tonight or the next morning. She hoped it was the latter. They watched as he paid their tab as well as his, genuinely impressed as one friend wiggled her eyebrows at her. They said their goodbyes as they parted ways outside, before she turned to him. He smirked as he held his hand out for her to take, a warm feeling settling in her belly as she thought about all the things he could possibly do to her.

“Shall we?”

The keycard beeped against the lock, the door opening as Y/N was pushed into the room, Jensen’s plump lips fused to hers in a rough kiss. He kicked the door closed behind him, dropping the card on the floor as she let go of her purse and jacket, trying not to stumble over them. He grabbed her hips, pulling her close as her hands gripped his white shirt tight, the buttons straining as she clenched the material. She started to unbutton it as she kissed him, but he took her hands in his, pulling back and staring deep into her eyes, panting harshly. He reached behind her and pulled at the zip of her dress, peeling it down her shoulders to reveal her black, lace bra. Once her arms were free, he held her close as he walked her back further into the room.

A small smile pulled at her lips, her heart racing at the thought of where this could go. She hummed as he pulled her dress down her body quickly, pushing it down along with her black, lace thong, allowing her to step out of it as it pooled around her feet. She glanced down briefly, suddenly feeling nervous with how exposed she was, but a gentle, hooked finger under her chin had their eyes meeting again. She felt her fears melting away instantly, which surprised her considering she had only known him for half an hour.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed, voice deep and husky as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers. “I want to see you lose control while I take you apart.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’?” he asked, lightly nipping at her jaw. “Want me to ruin you with my fingers?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered.

He smirked, letting his hands slide down her back and land on the curve of her ass. He skimmed his palms over the flesh, raising one before he brought it down, hard enough for her to let out a small yelp of surprise. He chuckled, the sound a little sinister but a chill ran through her hearing it. He lightly pushed her arms, seeing her drop back on the bed with a giggle. He took her heels off her feet, shifting away from her as he undressed. She watched him as he stripped off his suit and shirt, feeling her core tighten at the reveal of his incredible torso, her hands already itching to hold onto his broad shoulders. He moved in, hovering over her as he kissed along her neck, her eyelids fluttering as they struggled to remain open. His warm hands drifted over her body, one drifting down to her breasts and pulling the cups of her bra down, as the other slipped between her legs. She gulped as she felt his thick fingers slide between her folds, a small grunt leaving him when he felt her.

“So wet for me already,” he remarked, meeting her gaze as he lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers.

She couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips, shifting into his touch as he licked and nipped at her pulse, while his fingers continued to run over her, his thumb flicking over her clit. Just as the digits slid into her tight heat, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. He pumped them slowly at first, groaning as she grinded against him, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. His fingers picked up the pace a little, his thumb running circles over the swollen nub just as his other hand rolled the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, fuck, y-yeah,” she moaned, wantonly.

She was trying not to close her eyes, to take in the way his eyes focused on her, but it was difficult. She wanted to lose herself in the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart,” he husked, looking down at her. “You look so beautiful, just like this, ready to come undone.”

“P-Please, I need-” she pleaded, struggling to find the words.

“Oh, I know what you need, darlin’,” he whispered, smirking. “But first, you gotta cum on my fingers, and only when I say you can.”

She whimpered as he worked them faster, the blissful feeling from his actions spreading through every part of her body. She clung to the covers, a soft whine escaping her as she grinded against him, wanting more. She hissed as he applied a harder pressure to her breast, his green orbs dark with lust as he shook his head.

“Do that again and this’ll be over,” he warned. “Only when I say you can and not a second sooner. Got it?”

“Yes,” she gulped.

“Good,” he breathed, grinning as he continued his ministrations while he spoke to her. “You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, aren’t ya?”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice to work at that moment. A wicked glint sparkled in his green eyes as they looked at each other, his face barely an inch from hers as her ragged breaths fanned against his lips.

“That’s right,” he smirked. “Can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Wanna feel you gush all over my fingers, and then… then I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, make you feel it for days.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

She felt her walls clenched around his fingers, just as her core tightened and she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before she fell over the edge. He continued to tweak her nipple between his fingers, working his other hand into her sex, his thumb flicking over the bundle of nerves, faster and faster as he felt her arousal against the pads of his fingers.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he groaned, holding her close as they continued to gaze at each other. “Cum for me, soak my fingers.”

She broke their eye contact as her head fell back against the bed, a string of moans falling from her lips as he felt her wetness against his fingers, still pumping them into her as she continued to ride her high. His actions slowed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her huff a short laugh as they finally stopped. She whined slightly at the loss of his fingers once he removed them, but she felt heat pool low in her stomach once more as he pressed one finger against her lips. She obeyed his silent order and took it into her mouth, humming at the taste of herself on his skin. A low grunt came from him as he watched her, his finger leaving her mouth with a wet pop as he brought the other one to his own lips, her arousal on his tongue making him groan.

“Amazing,” he breathed. “I think I want a proper taste…”

Y/N frowned briefly but bit into her lip once more as she saw him drift down her body, onto his knees. Jensen grabbed her hips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants as he spread her thighs, taking in her glistening folds. He ran his thumb over her entrance, making her whimper and him chuckle at how such a simple thing made her weak.

“So perfect,” he muttered, repeating the same action once, twice. “All dripping and swollen just for me.”

He leaned in and wasted no time, his tongue taking a long lick of her folds. A sound halfway between a gasp and moan came from her as she felt the sensation, whimpering as he did the same thing a few times before he slid the talented muscle into her entrance. She cried out as she lost herself in the feeling, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands moved into his hair. She whimpered as his beard scratched against her inner thigh, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. His hands slipped down from her hips under her ass, squeezing the flesh tight as he continued, devouring her like a man starved. Tears stung her eyes as she felt completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling, the need to feel another release coming far quicker than she anticipated.

“J-Jensen, p-please,” she begged, her hands tugging at his strands. “I need to cum again, please make me cum.”

The only response she got from him was a deep grunt vibrating against her as he kept at it, working his tongue into her faster, little nail marks left on her ass cheeks from his grip. It wasn’t long before she felt her walls tighten, her moans getting louder as he moved one hand from her ass onto her clit, rubbing it as quick as he moved his tongue into her.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck!” she shrieked, feeling the dam break once more.

Jensen groaned against her, holding her close as he lapped up everything she had to give. He was intoxicated by the taste of her, breathing deeply as he drew back, pressing a kiss to her thigh. He stood up slowly, smiling softly at her disheveled state, hair completely a mess, bra still on with the cups pulled down. He reached under her and unhooked it, letting it fall down her arms before he threw it behind him somewhere in the room. He leaned over her and pulled her close, her breasts pressed into his chest as she held onto his shoulders, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss.

“You okay?” he asked, gently as he brushed some strands of hair away from her face.

“Yeah, I just… who the fuck are you and where did you come from?” she replied, giggling. She couldn’t believe he was real.

He chuckled, shrugging as he licked his lips, lightly. “I just aim to please, darlin’.”

Y/N beamed as she moved in, kissing him once more. She moaned into his mouth as he softly sucked at her lip, his hand sliding down to the back of her thigh and pulling it up around his waist. She couldn’t believe how quickly she trusted him, allowing him to do incredibly erotic and intimate things to her, but she felt from the way he looked at her in the bar that she could take him seriously. He pulled his lips away from hers, pecking them lightly in reassurance when she sighed at the loss. She watched him stand up, unbuckle and unzip his dress pants, biting her lip as her walls clenched around nothing in anticipation of feeling all of him when she saw how hard he was.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered.

She felt a shiver run down her back from his authoritative tone, doing as he said and turning onto her stomach, pushing herself on her hands and knees. She teased him by shifting back, the curve of her ass pressing into him, feeling his cock against her. She whined in protest as he moved away slightly, wanting him inside her as soon as possible before she combusted from the torture of waiting.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he muttered, his hands sliding down her back and pushing lightly, moving her further down. “I know you wanna prove what a good girl you are, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, leaning her head on her forearms, now flat on the mattress.

Jensen smirked as he shifted closer, taking hold of his shaft and stroking it, slapping the tip against her sex. She whimpered at the feel, squeezing her eyes shut as he rubbed the length through her folds, her slick covering him. He lined up to her entrance, and without another word, sank deep inside her heat. Her mouth fell open as her walls sheathed his girth completely, the sound unable to escape her throat. As promised, he set a brutal yet pleasurable pace, thrusting into her hard and fast as he gripped her hips tight in his hands. She was no doubt going to have bruises in the morning, but she thought of them as a souvenir to an incredible night. Which this definitely was.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect… this is what you wanted, isn’t it, darlin’? Being fucked like this, taking this cock in your tight little pussy?”

“Y-Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, loudly, not caring how many people heard her in the other rooms.

“Tell me how it feels…”

“So good, oh fuck, it feels so good,” she babbled, her hands clenching the sheets. “Love feeling your cock inside me, fucking me so hard, fuck!”

“Yeah, you do,” he smirked, gazing down at her. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my dick, want you soak every inch of it.”

He pulled her back against him by her hips as he thrusted, the smacking of skin joining their moans of pleasure as he pounded into her, harder and faster. He was chasing the release that he craved, but he wanted to get her there for a third time first. She was getting wetter with each stroke of his cock inside of her, and he could feel her walls contracting around him. The familiar feeling in her core grew, the head of his shaft hitting that sweet spot that drove her wild, and she knew she was close to the edge once more.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum-” she whimpered, biting down on her fist.

“Cum,” he commanded, his jaw clenching as he held back.

Y/N slapped her palm over her mouth, a muffled shriek leaving her as the coil within her snapped, her arousal slicking his cock as she came for a third time that night. It was far more shattering than the previous two, her body convulsing from the euphoric bliss coursing through her. She felt herself slowly coming down from her high, his thrusts slowing slightly, but he seemed to have other plans as he suddenly pulled her up into his arms. His hand covered her mouth as hers slipped away, holding onto his thick forearms as her back pressed into his chest, his other hand moving between her thighs as he continued to pound her relentlessly. His fingers rubbed against her clit so fast, she sobbed into his hand as she felt another wave of pleasure, her third orgasm rolling into a fourth.

“Give me one more, darlin’,” he growled, kissing her neck to encourage her when she whimpered and shook her head. “Yes you can. Wanna feel it, one more, darlin’, one more…”

A few tears strayed from her eyes as the wave finally hit her, a scream erupting from her lips which was stifled by his hand. She moaned as she heard his grunts becoming frequent in her ear, until he finally let out a guttural moan when his cock throbbed deep inside her. She hummed as she felt the warm spurts of his seed coat her walls, feeling him slump as he gave her every drop he had to give.

Jensen slowly removed his arms from Y/N, letting her drop down on the bed and stretch out her legs, a small wince leaving her as she felt the cramp in her muscles. He laid down beside her, both of them staring up at the ceiling, the awkwardness of the afterglow beginning. She turned to look at him, biting her lip as she appreciated his side profile, the way his chest moved as he regained his steady breath. Every inch of him was perfect, and it was a shame he was leaving tomorrow.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. “It was way better than okay.”

He smiled, rolling onto his side and shifting closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She stared back at him, wondering what he wanted to say considering she could tell he was holding something back.

“You can stay,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

She nodded. She had a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted to tell her, but it was okay. There was no way she was leaving that room after what just happened.

She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

Jensen clipped his silver watch around his wrist, staring out the window to the view of the city in front of him. The sun had risen, and a new day was starting as he got ready to go back home. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking as he saw Y/N stir, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She sat up slightly, looking around the room in confusion before she spotted him by the window. She looked over at the bedside and saw the clock read 8:35am. That was far too early for how late they eventually fell asleep the night before.

“Morning,” he muttered, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside her.

“Morning,” she croaked, clearing her throat and trying again.

He chuckled, taking in her soft, sleepy look as she held the sheets close to her chest. “Last night was… it was amazing.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, her voice meek as she smiled at him. “It really was.”

“I gotta get to the airport on time so I have to go now, unfortunately,” he sighed, heavily. “But I got you a late check-out.”

“Thank you,” she said, a little surprised by the kind gesture. “Well, you better go.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding slowly.

“And I think I’m gonna go back to sleep for a while and then order a huge breakfast on your tab,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows as she laughed.

“Damn, that’s a classy move right there,” he complimented, grinning.

A silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Before he got too comfortable, Jensen stood up and dropped the keycard on the nightstand, taking hold of his luggage. With one last look, he winked at her, causing her to beam back at him.

Y/N watched as he disappeared behind the wall, the sound of the door opening and closing making her frown a little. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed that she didn’t have longer with him, but she had absolutely no regrets about how the night turned out with him.

He had officially ruined her for other men, and they’d have a hard time competing with the best night of her life.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Let's talk about our future 🙂

Pairing: Fiance!JensenAckles X Fiance!Reader.

Summary: After Jensen asked you to marry him you and Jens are planning the big day when Jens goes into asking more questions than about the wedding stuff.

a/n: Huge shout out to @k-slla for Sparking this idea by dming me about it hope this is what you wanted.

"Oh and we have to have Jared and Gen in the wedding too"

"Okay they can join us too" Jensen says as you and him sit at a table in the kitchen.

You look at jens and lightly touch his hair that has grown out so much since you last saw him which was three months ago.

"baby are you hearing what i am saying?" You blink. "oh right sorry" you look at the book in front of you and he smiles "i was asking about kids...how many?"

You look at him. "kids!? Jensen we aren't even married why bring this up?"

"Cus i want kids Y/n come on i can see you be a very sexy mother one day"

He grins. "oh well i didn't think about it...maybe two?" He nods. "I can do that...maybe"

You laugh "Maybe? what maybe?" You lean your chin on your hand looking into his eyes.

"Well it's up to you if you look sexy the rest of our life as hubby and wife I'll knock you up every chance i can"

You feel a blush coming on so you look back at the wedding stuff on the table in front of you. "well okay um flowers did we pick a color on those?"

Jensen runs his hand through his hair making you groan. "Such a tease"

He laughs. "Sorry uh colors i was thinking Green oh shit wait this is flowers!" You burst out laughing. "Jens where is your mind right now?"

"uh..it's here i swear it is sorry baby" You kiss his cheek. "I love you you big dork"

He smiles. "I love you too baby" You two spend hours of thinking and talking about the wedding when Jensen says. "What about how our yard should be?"

You look at him. "Weeedddiiinnnggg jens Wedding, we can talk about the others after we get married"

Jens nods. "Sorry i just..god i can't believe i'm marrying you i just feel so happy about that"

You smile. "Don't make me cry babe please" he kisses your head. "Sorry" he chuckles. "alright colors of the flowers"

A few weeks later.

jensen heads out to a con with jared and someone asks. "how's the wedding planning going?"

Jared says. "Yea Jensen how's it going?" he said in a teasing tone.

"uh it's great Y/N is prob dress shopping right now back in Texas with Gen and the other girlfriends of hers"

He chuckles. "you know what. let me see if..she can call" He pulls his phone out texting you.

Jens-Hey baby busy?

Y/N-No what's up babe?

Jens-facetime me please.

Y/N-Ok calling.

His holds his phone up. "alright here we go" everyone claps as he picks up. "Hi baby!" You wave. "Hi babe hey Jar!"

Jared waves behind Jensen and says. "Say hi to the fans too" jensen turns the camera and you smile. "Hello fans how are ya!?" You wave.

"Hi" you hear some say and some say. "We love you guys!!" You laugh. "Aww we love you all too" Jensen turns his phone so you see his handsome face making you smile.

"So we have some questions mind helping us answer?"

You nod. "Yea I'm free"

"Okay first question..." He points to someone and they say. "How did you and jensen meet?"

You smile. "Awwe thanks for the cute question give me on sec" You hang up and walk out waving and everyone starts clapping and jens looks at you and laughs walking over to you wrapping his arms around you. "Surprise" you say in his ear kissing his cheek.

"So Now let me answer that question, I met jensen back on set of the boys and let me just say that i had no idea that i'd be here in this moment planning a wedding with him but i loved him then, i love him now and forever."

Jensen moves his chair next to yours and holds your hand smiling.

He knew he was going to marry the best girl in the world...YOU.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅

week 2 - day 5 - kinktober - cream pie and breeding kink - tutor jake jensen x student reader.

warning - cream pie and breeding kink.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“I’m still not getting it, is it supposed to be doing this?” I look at Jake with wide eyes, scared of failing. Jake shakes his head, leaning closer and looking at what my computer is doing. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, noticing the disappointment in his eyes.

“How’d you manage this, hmm?” He types away, trying to fix all the mistakes I made. Jake pushes his glasses up, clearing his throat as he tries to ignore you, trying to desperately will away the dirty thoughts in his mind. All he wants to do is push this stupid laptop away and fuck you in that little dress.

“I–I don’t know, I’m sorry.” A hiccup leaves your lips as you try to hold back your tears, Jake looks over, and his cock hardens. His eyes land on your hardened nipple. The way your chest moves up and down, the harder you try to hold back your sobs. Jake places a hand on your thigh, closing his eyes for a split second.

“It’s okay. We’ll fix it. This is why I’m here, to help your little brain understand this.” Tears are still in your eyes, threatening to spill. You nod, watching Jake. 

“Okay… Thank you, Professor.” Jake’s cock throbs when you use the title he told you to call him. He moves the chair back before patting his thigh. Watching your doe-like eyes dart to his bulge, his veiny hand, and his thigh, your tongue pokes out as you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Sit here. It’ll make it easier for me to teach you” Jake has to try and hold the dark look in his eyes back. You look at him curiously but get up and slowly sit down on his thigh, not wanting to disrespect him. Jake bites down on his lip hard, holding back the groan that wants to escape. His hands grip the side of the chair until his knuckles turn white. The feeling of you throbbing against him is getting to him, desperately wanting to throw all morals out the window and fuck you until you are full of his cum and pregnant with his kids.

His cock twitches at the thought of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around him. His thoughts are interrupted, “are you sure this is appropriate, professor?” you start to wiggle around, trying to get comfy on his lap. Your ass is brushing up against his bulge, which causes you to get curious and wiggle against it more. Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you rub against his bulge. “Professor? There’s something in your pants, and it’s making it hard to get comfortable.” Jake swears he could’ve cum right then and there just from your innocence.

He grabs your hips, moving you so your back is flat against his chest and your pussy is directly on top of his cock, his length being hugged by your lips. Jake’s hips buck up slightly from the feeling causing a soft whimper to exit your lips. His lips move close to your ear as he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core, causing it to throb around his cock. “Don’t worry, bunny. This is very appropriate, but you can only do this with me, okay?” You nod, softly grinding down.

“Now, look towards the screen, and I’ll show you what you need to do.” You are both focused on the laptop screen for a while until Jake feels you slowly start to grind against him, huffing out something about being uncomfortable. He grips your hips, “what’s up, bunny?” His hands stroke your sides.

“Hmph, I’m uncomfortable.” Jake feels you snuggle against him. For a second, he’s confused until he feels your pussy throb against him and a wetness build. The pieces are put together when he realises uncomfortable is horny. Y/n looks at him from over her shoulder. “Can you please help, Professor? It hurts.” Jake’s mouth drops open when you pout.

He nods, his cock leaking as his fantasy comes true. Lifting Y/n and bending her over the table, Jake lifts her dress, moaning at the sight of her soaked knickers. “Okay, bunny. Are you okay with this?” She whines, nodding. “Words,” Jake growls, his cock straining against his pants.

“Yes, yes. I’m okay with this. Please, make the tingles go away. It hurts so much.” Y/n pushes herself back, grinding against his bulge, trying to relieve her pain. Jake grabs her hips, stopping her from moving before he moves his hand down to her core and rubs her through her knickers. Her moans fill the room as he rubs her little button before pulling them to the side, his mouth waters at her glistening lips.

Jake quickly unzips his pants, taking his weeping cock out before lining it with her hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of being against her. “Are you sure you want this, bunny?” She repeatedly says yes, trying to push back into him so his cock slips inside but can’t move with how he’s holding her in place.

Slowly pushing inside, a groan fills the room. “Fuck, bunny, such a tight little girl. Jesus, fuck.” His hips jerk, cock slipping deeper inside you. Your walls hugging him, feeling every vein on his length, the feeling makes you moan, wiggling your hips wanting more friction. Jake looks down, and the sight is something he’s dreamed about, touched his cock too. He thrusts harder and faster into your sopping cunt, watching himself disappear and reappear, his balls slapping against your little button.

“Fuck, bunny. Do you- fuck -do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Bury my cock so deep inside of you and fill you with my cum, repeating it over and over again until you fall pregnant with my kids.” Jake feels you clench down on him at the thought, your little cunt spasming around him as you cum, “fuck, look at you. Cumming at the thought of being pregnant.” His cock throbs when he feels you clench again, placing a hand on your back and pushing you into the table as his hips jerk roughly into you.

His length hits every spot inside of you. Your moans are like music to Jake’s ears. Reaching down, he starts to rub your clit. Loving the way you scream his name, his pace speeds up when he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you will take it all. You going to make me a daddy?” Y/n nods, tears rolling down her cheeks as her orgasm explodes, squirting all over Jake’s cock and his clothes.

Jake’s eyes widen, and his cock twitches wildly as he cums deep inside her cunt. Still thrusting as much as he can as he empties himself, Jake slowly pulls out before getting on his knees and looking at her used cunt. His cock hardens again as he watches his cream slowly leak out of her. Two fingers push his cum back inside before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her clit.

“You did good, bunny, but we’re gonna have to do this your whole lesson, just to make sure it takes.”

thank you for reading!

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

Text imagines… Reconnecting with Jensen

Thank you for the request Anon, I hope you like it. I used some of the lyrics from that song to pull the story together. ❤️❤️

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[waynes-multiverse]

Midnight Mischief

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F!Reader

Summary: Leaving Cassie’s Halloween party, the way home leads to a thrilling detour under the moonlight for Sheriff Arlen.

Warnings: +18, some Halloween shenanigans, fluff, smut (p in v, dirty talk, semi-public)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Little something for Halloween I wrote a few weeks ago to feed my shameless obsession with this man (and keep my excitement for Taylor’s album in check. The Cinderella thing was a happy accident 👀). Enjoy and happy Halloween, my loves! 💜👻🖤🎃

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“Y/N, wait!”

The cold October wind rustles the red, orange, and golden leaves on the sidewalk, the freezing breeze brushing his skin and stinging his freckle-dusted cheeks and nose until they blush crimson. As Beau halts in the middle of the sidewalk and desperately catches his breath on his knees, the air vaporizes in little clouds of mist as it leaves his hot lungs.

Straightening up and placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes roam the chaotic crowd of adults and children in costumes that surround him, strolling through the neighborhood on their annual trick-or-treating adventure as he looks for the lively woman in a red cape that shamelessly stole his heart. His gaze drifts to the sky, where the full moon stands high, accompanied by a few gray clouds that cover the pale yellow light. They left the party shortly after the clock struck twelve, his date fleeing like Cinderella into the midnight’s shadows.

“BOOOOO!”

Beau startles and almost topples to the pavement when his girlfriend jumps out behind a row of hedges and wraps her arms like a spider around his body. The sweet laughter that reaches his ears is the best sound he’s ever heard in the entire world. If his life had its own movie soundtrack, Y/N’s happy laugh would be the first track without contest. The second track, though, would be her little moans whenever he makes her come, no matter if it’s on his fingers, tongue, or dick. Naturally, that’s his second favorite sound.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he chuckles and runs a palm over his face to hide the temporary shock and embarrassment of her little sneak attack before dipping his head and claiming her lush lips. His tongue catches hints of apple cider and the bourbon they shared earlier at Cassie’s Halloween party as he drinks the taste from her mouth like a parched man. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, darlin’.”

She giggles, her dimples a blush pink from the cold and the mischief. “You scare pretty easy for someone working in law enforcement,” she teases him and lifts an eyebrow, scanning his tall frame, “I can’t believe you wore your uniform to the party. You know, that doesn’t technically count as a costume.”

“Why not? I’m going as a sheriff,” he quips with a grin and slings his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest to keep her warm as they continue their stroll home.

“Exactly. That doesn’t count. You’re always the sheriff,” she laughs, pulling her scarlet hood a little more over her head to protect her freezing ears.

“Well, it wouldn’t have mattered. As soon as you revealed that Red Riding Hood costume, no one was looking at me anymore, anyways,” Beau smirks smugly, his juniper orbs twinkling with pride, mischief, and lust as he inconspicuously ogles the swell of her breasts in his periphery, the smooth flesh slightly spilling out of her dress.

Her cheeks blush, but this time it’s not caused by the winter cold. Y/N pulls her lower lip between her teeth and chews flirtatiously on it, “Yeah? You like it?”

Beau lets out a low chuckle, the timbre of his voice rumbling in his chest as he stops and leans closer to her, his hot breath warming the shell of her ear when he whispers, “Oh, the big, bad wolf will show you how much he loved it once we’re home, darlin’.”

Her arms wind around his neck, letting her weight comfortably hang from his broad shoulders as she tiptoes up to his eye level. Y/N then playfully contemplates and grins broadly, “Hmmm, but why wait? A lot can happen in the woods.”

With that, she plants a wet kiss on his lips and grabs his hand, his fingers interlocking with hers as she leads him further down the street at a hurried pace. Beau doesn’t care where she takes him. As soon as he laid eyes on that girl the second they met, he knew he’d follow her anywhere, no matter where – no questions asked.

Well, some questions asked.

“Y/N, uhm, where are-… what are you-…” Leading him to the last house on the street that borders a small forest, she stops right next to a prohibitive sign that’s supposed to fend off trespassers and daringly opens the creaking wooden gate that leads to the backyard. “Y/N, this is private property. We can’t just trespass.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Y/N snorts, laughing wholeheartedly, her hood sliding off her head as it dips back. Her teeth hold back her bottom lip, hiding the giant grin behind it as she defiantly steps backward into the front yard. “C’mon, baby, don’t be a chicken. Break the law a little with me,” she wiggles her eyebrows, smirking, and then loosens the ties around her ruby-red hood, the fabric leaving her shoulders and gliding to the wilted grass underneath her boots.

His heart thumps harder in his ribcage, hot blood pumping through his veins and warming his skin despite the freezing cold as his eyes rake over her perfect curves. Beau thought it was impossible to sweat in this weather, but now he knows that truly anything is possible as long as he’s with her. His pine-green orbs watch as she hops into the grown-over garden and disappears in the midnight darkness behind the building, her hips seductively swaying with every chipper step.

The home looks abandoned, rotten wood boards nailed across the windows without a single light source inside, tall grass and wild weeds reaching his knees. There’s an audible bang as the wind eerily slams a brittle window shutter, causing several shudders to run down his spine and form goosebumps on his skin.

Y/N loves to tease her boyfriend whenever she can. Beau is like a little treasure chest full of charm, happiness, and sweetness, and while his happy-go-lucky attitude fools most people, it never fools her. She knows he constantly worries about everything – but especially when he tries to hide it from her. While Beau might talk about his punch list openly, there’s an even bigger list he carries around in secret – his care list. Because Beau loves nothing more than to worry about all the things he cares with his heart and soul about – his job, his deputies, his friends, his daughter, and now even her. Y/N can see it in the brief moments when his smile falters for the shortest second, when his Adam’s apple bobs with concern whenever he assumes no one is looking, or when the usually talkative sheriff only offers one-word replies. While he would never admit to it and always brushes any worries of hers away, she still knows precisely when he’s anxious.

And this particular night, the protective father in him is worried because Emily is attending her first Halloween party, so Y/N has taken it upon herself to distract her boyfriend’s mind as best as she can. Nudity has always been the biggest selling point so far, and she knows it won’t fail her tonight, either.

Waiting patiently for him behind the house under a big oak tree, Beau soon rounds the corner with a curiously arched eyebrow, not able to resist her challenge as he plants his bow legs in front of her. “You little minx,” he smiles, happy wrinkles visible around his emerald orbs, and pecks her lips lovingly, their fingers interlacing. “You know, we could get arrested if someone catches us.”

“Starting with the dirty talk already, huh?” Y/N knows no one in this town will arrest them. One, the house has been empty since she was a child, the owners living in Nebraska now and not having visited their property in over a decade. And two, even if someone catches them, no one would care because the couple is beloved by everyone in town. So, the only thing Beau truly needs to fear is the endless teasing by Poppernak and Jenny if they do find him trespassing with his pants down, which is still a highly unlikely scenario.

Beau chuckles softly, shaking his head, “Your clean record really surprises me every time, darlin’.”

“Honestly, me too,” she grins slyly, her arms locking around his neck as she claims his plump lips, catching scents of caramel, apple, cinnamon, and chocolate. Beau always had a sweet tooth, so she wasn’t surprised when he loaded up on Denise’s spooky cookie selection throughout the night until he was close to puking. “Guess I’m good at getting out of things… or was it into things?” she muses in mock, her hand trailing down his broad chest until it reaches his slacks and palms his half-hard dick through the fabric. The longer she rubs his solid length and feels his weight and firmness in her palm, the more arousal pools between her aching thighs in anticipation.

“Shit,” Beau mutters as he loses his bearings. Y/N grins in triumph. Making a strong, proud, and tall guy like him crumble and lose his posture repeatedly might have become her favorite pastime activity since they started dating.

Surrendering, he catches her scarlet lips, his hat falling to the ground as he devours her mouth, tongue breaching inside with urgency and dancing with hers for dominance. His palms wander down to the globes of her ass and squeeze the juicy flesh over her skirt before he lifts her into his strong arms, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist. Pressing her body firmly against the trunk of the big oak, he ceases his attack on her kiss-swollen, red-painted lips, breaths leaving their lungs in a ragged rhythm. “Alright, you win. But it’s gonna be a quickie. You’ll get your bad girl treatment once we actually make it home, baby girl.”

Knowingly, Y/N lets out an amused laugh, “Scared the neighbors will hear the slapping?”

“You bet your ass,” Beau chuckles with a smug wag of his eyebrows, the sound of his laugh so sweet and velvety it warms her heart as if someone poured a glass of milk and honey over it. His hand tenderly brushes a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear, his green eyes piercing into her soul and causing her to shudder as he looks at her intensely. “I love you… with everything I got, which I know isn’t a lot.”

Y/N smiles softly and pecks the tip of his freckled nose, her arms around his neck tightly holding onto him, chained for eternity. “Are you kidding me? I love you so goddamn much… And I love everything you give me, which is plenty, by the way. You’re all I ever wanted. It’s like someone built you just for me, y’know?”

The corners of his mouth curve up into a smile that matches hers, “Yeah, I feel the same about you, darlin’.” He kisses her lips, nibbles on the bottom one and sucks it between his teeth before placing more wet kisses down her jaw and throat until tongue and lips reach her pulse point, the gruff beard deliciously scratching her sensitive skin. “I can’t tell you how many times a day I think about this perfectly tight pussy of yours either, sweetheart. How wet are you already for me, hm?”

Dear fucking God…

Beau is much like a bear in some regard because he’s the sweetest and cuddliest man she’s ever met until she wakes him from his hibernation. Then, he will just ferociously follow the luring scent of his honey pot and take what’s his, not leaving a single drop for anyone else. Not even bear spray could get him off her now.

“Soaking, baby,” she mewls and grinds her crotch against his throbbing erection, imagining how his tip is already swollen and dripping precum for her, his salty taste always causing her to drool. “Please fuck me now. Wanna feel that thick, long cock fuck me hard and deep.”

Beau growls wantonly against her skin, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the vibrations causing the ache between her thighs to yearn for more friction. Their limbs then entangle in a frenzy, trying to shed all annoying barriers of clothing that block their treasure while still attempting to keep enough on to protect them from the freezing temperatures. The sheriff manages to free his massive cock, pants and boxers pooling by his boots as he quickly fists his length. Y/N has it a little easier, only wearing a dress and a pair of over-knee stockings, and simply pushes her black lace panties out of the way with her fingers, their bodies pushed flush against each other to keep them as warm as possible.

It’s so incredibly cold that Beau is even a little worried the solidity of his dick might suffer, but those worries are soon hushed when he enters her cozy heat, her hot cunt keeping him warm like a chimney fire. Threading his cock through her slick, the tip catches her wet and waiting entrance before he swiftly slides inside until he’s buried at the deepest spot of her pussy. Grunts, gasps, and whisper-quiet expletives are picked up by the wind and carried around the quaint garden as he fucks her relentlessly.

“Oh God… So good, baby. You always fuck me so good… always know how to take care of me,” she pants deliriously as he splits her almost in two. The stretch of his length forces her fingers to weave into his blond locks and tug on the strands until he groans against her skin. His teeth tear into her ample bottom lip in response, aware how much he loves the bits of pain in his pleasure as her fingernails scrape his scalp. “Fuck, I love that cock of yours. Every inch of you fills every inch of me, baby.”

“Shit, Y/N,” he mutters and hungrily claims her lips, his hips bucking at a faster pace and making each rough and deep thrust deliciously harder, the tight grip on her body leaving finger-shaped bruises on her delicate skin in their wake. “That filthy mouth is gonna make me bust, baby girl.”

“Don’t care. Right behind you,” she moans, her back arching against the tree trunk and scratching on the rough surface. “Might wanna cover my mouth if you’re still worried about the neighbors. Feels like a big one,” she croaks out with a panting smirk and manages to bite down on her tongue herself till she tastes bits of copper, her walls tightening around his hard cock as her orgasm threatens to spill.

“Nah, fuck ‘em. Better make sure the town knows you’re all mine, darlin’,” Beau grunts into her neck, a devilish smirk forming against her skin as he roughly kneads one tit and adjusts his angle to push even deeper. “Want you to soak my cock in your juices. Make him wet, sweetheart. Wanna feel that cunt tremble around me.”

“Oh God, Beau! Fuck, baby,” she moans loudly as she falls over the cliff into a sea of bliss, her climax rippling through every inch of her body and flooding her veins with mountains of oxytocin as she tightly holds onto him.

Beau quiets her moans with a few needy kisses, licking her sweet taste from her mouth. Four stuttering slams of his hips are all it takes until he shoots hot ropes of cum into her leaking pussy, painting her confines a creamy white as he stiffens between her thighs and lets his forehead fall against hers, a primal and deep grunt escaping his dry throat.  

Y/N softly wakes him from his daze by nudging his nose with hers, a broad smile molding into shape on her pink lips. “See? Breaking the law isn’t always bad.”

Beau snorts, chuckling, and tenderly caresses the rose-colored apples of her cheeks with his thumb. “Uh-huh, I’ll remember that one for the Christmas speech this year. Luckily, there wasn’t a ‘no trespassing’ sign on you, darlin’.”

“Oh, there will never be one when it comes to you, Sheriff Arlen,” she grins cheekily and tastes his mouth one last time before the pair finally embarks on their journey home.

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➜ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

( Jake Jensen! x Innocent Reader )

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• Plot: Just Jake giving comfort at a SA situation.

•Important to read before continuing!:

I do not romanticize, normalize or promote the consensus of any type of Abuse.

I do not romanticize the BARE MINIMUM that a person or in this case a man should do in a situation like this.

This is pure fiction and I wrote it because I empathize as SA survivor.

I do not intend to take this topic as a subject of romanticization, if this content triggers you DO NOT READ IT, I send a hug to all the survivors out there ♡!

•WARNINGS!!

•The content of this fanfiction is for people over 18 years of age, any interaction by minors will be blocked without hesitation.

•SA/SH topics •Fluff Jake Jensen •Naive reader •talking about despersonalitation and desrealization! •mentions of abuse •angst •difficult content that can trigger sensitive people • (does not implied consensual sex)

•I tried to be as less explicit as possible but I left writings open for this.

•Author's note: I wanted to make a fluff thing with Jake jensen So bad! there are many things mentioned here that unfortunately happen daily.

THIS IS PURELY FICTION, I DO NOT AGREE, NOR DO I SUPPORT BAD THINGS MENTIONED HERE. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA KEEP SCROLLING ♡

LIKES, REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APRECIATED 🧚‍♀️💗🌷

ANY MISTAKE OF WRITTING ITS COMPLETY MY FAULT, INGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAJE.

A knock on the bathroom door makes you come out of your depersonalization in the shower, letting the warm water run through your body, trying to "clean yourself"

Running the duck-shaped sponge over and over your thighs and waist, as if a second skin were going to come off, trying to assimilate what happened.

"Darling is everything fine?" said Jake, worried about the time you took in the shower, 20 minutes longer than usual, usually he wouldn't ask why you took so long, but your strange appearance when you returned home made him hesitate.

"I..I yes! almost ready Jakey."

You said clearing your throat so as not to show signs of having cried.

What a shame, what a shame to have to confess all this to Jake, surely he would be angry if you confess such a thing, he could be disappointed on you or maybe he would be annoyed!

You shook your head and rolled yourself up in the withe bath robe.

Taking small steps to get out of the shower, He came to hug you and take you to bed

"You know I missed you so much today my little girl."

He commented while kissing your cheeks and slowly untying the knot of the towel, showing lovely caresses on your naked body, letting his fingers slide over the wet skin of your arms, the only thing that separated him from you was a stupid robe that he himself gave you thinking about how much you like comfy things.

He had missed his girl a lot, his sweet Angel.

He stayed at home, working on Curtis's computer programming, that's why he decided to let you go to the supermarket alone, but he ended up missing you more than usual.

You tensed before his action, remembering that what happened was absolutely your fault, you cheated on him, you lied to him, you broke the promise to be loyal.

Guilty thoughts invaded your mind, he would never do that to you and you betrayed the relationship.

"Uh..Jakey I think it's better that I...put my clothes on."

You tried to hide your gaze from across the room, avoiding his possible angry reaction.

The man separated from you and took you by the waist, arching his eyebrowns in concern, he wanted to go further.

Something like this had never happened in the time that you both have been together, you usually like to please him and he like to please you too, an implicit mutual agreement of pleasure.

You received a kiss on your forehead, he understand before the clear evidence that today you would not do anything in the room with him "It's Okay princess, we can watch a movie downstairs if you want."

He smiled kindly, "we can eat hundreds of candies just for today my girl"

He gave you a kiss on the cheek, his love lenguaje was always physical contact.

Other times that idea would sound like the best idea on the planet, but your stomach was in a knot to even think about food or candies.

He understanded your decision, smiling tenderly, maybe you were not in the mood or you were very tired he thought, and without wanting to ask why he left the room.

A quiet cry came out of you, the sadness it was very strong, your chest hurt and you did not feel that your body was on the planet, a horrible depersonalization attacked you.

You couldn't keep hiding this from him, he's so good to you and you cheated on him!

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Your body lying on his chest while he was still sitting on the couch, watching one of those comedy movies while he played with your hair.

"Honey you haven't touched your plate since i turned on the tv."

The man was worried, usually you could eat candies until you got a headache that would force you to go to sleep with you both snuggled up.

You couldn't pay attention to the movie, In any moment the tears could come out of your eyes, Jake's laughter only made you smile weakly.

"Don't you think it's funny? it's a paradox." he said raising his arm pointing to the TV.

You nodded shyly without understanding the plot of the movie, your mind was elsewhere while your eyes focused on a fixed point, in the distance listening to the dialogue of the movie he chose.

Jake realized that something strange was happening, something different, that its not you, the things are not usually like this.

"Jakey...?" you spoke, you finally spoke.

After hesitating, you had thought of just telling no one, and omitting the truth to Jake, but you would probably feel worse.

With a shy tone you looked for his eyes, he was still playing with your hair but paying attention to the television.

"Ja..Jakey?" with a broken voice you called him again, and this time the man paid attention, he turned his head to see you.

"Tell me princess, are you alright?"

In his eyes you could see the adoration and the total concentration that he gives you when you want to talk to him.

He was with a doubt if there was something strange, something that he didn't know yet.

"You can count on me for anything, even if you need to hide a..."

Before before he could finish the joke, you interrupted him.

"I'm your angel?" The question took him by surprise, he frowned his gaze in doubt.

"Of course you are doll, my only and beautiful Angel."

His tone that exudes confidence makes you believe him every time he says anything to you, every time that he is so confidently affirming something to you...you believe him.

Small kisses were distributed all over your face, his affection was one of the things that made you happy the most and he knew it, he knew he needed to have that protective instinct with his sweet girl.

You nodded at his words, a little better but still worried, even so you had cheated on him, still you betrayed him, those words you repeated to yourself over and over again

"you still cheated on him".

Lovingly he rubbed the top of your head and gave you a kiss, a warm kiss, a kiss of love.

He loves you and you know it, he always shows it.

He doesn't deserve this but you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hide it anymore, big tears, tears that you had contained since the morning came out.

"Jakey..I-I'm so..so sorry"

Between words, small gasps from the loss of air before the uncontrolled crying worried the man, he paused the movie and incorporated in the couch.

He had never seen you cry like that, and he honestly didn't like that your angelic and innocent face had another expression other than happiness and emotion in the face of little things.

"Doll what happened? you are scaring me."

Because for you to have to interrupt one of his jokes, things had to be serious, you really liked to laugh out loud at what came out of his mouth, but not this time.

No words just cries and silence.

"Tell me what's wrong so I can help you."

He cleared the hair from your face to see you, with his fingers he took your jaw and raised your face, tears and eyes like a hurt lamb were shown on your face, the shame, the sadness and the fear.

His eyes were desperately looking for yours.

"Honey what's up, you can trust me, you're really scaring me"

You sniffled, "No..Jakey.."

You moved your head to the side again and again refusing to speak, he gave you a warm hug, "Anything princess, I'm for you."

You whimpered from the center of your stomach.

"Promise...that you won't tell anyone, and that you won't get mad at me."

Your swollen lips from biting them so much to not let the words come out of your mouth caught his attention, when you are quiet you usually bite your lips until you slightly hurt them.

You raised your little finger to seal a promise, a very common habit between the two of you when you have a secret to keep.

Jake nodded and intertwined his little finger with yours, with a face of doubt that was more evident than anything else.

"Please..Jakey promise me I'll still be your favorite person after this."

You said while playing with the sleeves of your nightgown and with your head down.

"I promise I will continue to see you sexy after this princess."

He said winking his eye, still not knowing that this was more serious than he thought.

You smiled slightly and started.

"Today... I..I went to the supermarket.."

The man grabbed your head and ran his hand through your hair waiting for you to finish telling the story.

Not knowing what was going to come out of your mouth was that was making Jake nervous.

"Everything was fine... but in the fruit hall..."

Jake smirked.

"Are you going to tell me you're like this because you stole a grape from his bag again and got caught?"

The man laughed, trying to soften the tension of the moment, because honestly with your naivety it was very likely that you would be caught stealing grapes.

You raised your head in denied.

"I met a man.."

Your heart was beating fast, as if you had run hundreds of kilometers, your hands were cold and your mouth was dry.

His heart dropped from his chest to his stomach, his first thought was that you stopped loving him, that the spark went out and you found someone else, he swallowed thickly.

"A..and I was trying to reach something from a high shelf"

Jake's breaths were slow, almost like he was being charged $100 a breath.

You waited for a sign on his face to continue, looking at his two eyes, because of his height you had to raise your head a bit, and it was almost like the times when you were on your knees in front of him, like when he has a stressful day.

More tears came out of your eyes going through your soft big eyelashes as you remembered what happened next.

"He...he was nice at first but..."

After being silent, Jake spoke

"But? what happened next?..babe?" he took your knee with his hand that was going up and down quickly.

"He...he lied to me." he tilted his head a little and opened his lips between, he didn't know what that really meant.

"He..he said that could help me reach what was on the higher shelf."

The change in your gaze was drastic, that's where Jake suspected what happened.

Hiccup and insignificant sobs came from your mouth.

"I said yes, and..And he got behind me..And.."

Jake wanted to rush the way you told everything, but he couldn't be too anxious or he would lose your trust and the small talk that you both had about this.

"How was he?" Dumb question, maybe he didn't know, he didn't know what to ask, you closed your eyes quickly and brought your hands to your face, when tears kept coming out of your eyes, he wiped each one of them with his fingers.

"I hear you."

"Tall, and..and he have green eyes.." he nodded.

"And... I thought it was fine that he was getting behind me...Jakey..I swear it was a very high shelf for me"

You tilted your head, looking for pity in his eyes and making your eyebrows furrow in sadness.

And it's true, anything compared to you is taller unless if you're wearing the black heels you bought for Christmas.

"But then... he started running his nose down my neck..and... there weren't many people in the supermarket to ask for help."

Loud sobs kept coming out of your mouth.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, he knew where this was going to go and he wasn't liking it.

He wanted to rip this moment out of your brain and burn it with the crumpled papers from his office, you don't deserve this, not to his sweet girl.

In case it was what he believed, he was sure that he would do everything possible to kill whoever hurt his girl .

"And... and it seemed strange to me when..when he.."

You lowered your eyes in shame to have to say it out loud so you lowered your tone.

"He was...just like you."

Jake tilted his head, he didn't understand what was happening, and after giving you the time to talk he expressed himself

"Could you repeat that?"

You agreed "He was like you."

Jake put his elbows on his legs, a curious look followed by taking your left hand.

"what does that mean doll?"

"Yes, when... when you and I played in the room... you... you are... was it..hard?"

Jake sighed and his exhalation took a long time to come out, he took his glasses and ran his hand over his face, he was frustrated, angry, annoyed, but not with you, with the guy who had dared to do something as cruel as insinuating and abusing your innocence.

The information chilled his bones, as if a bucket of frozen water had been dropped on him while he slept.

"And..and"

"he lift my skirt, and he.. rubbed his thing against me"

You shook your eyes at remembering the feeling of the man behind you rubbing himself.

Jake couldn't think of anything else but the way in which even talking about this, you were ashamed but even so, he appreciated the trust you have in him.

You sniffed at the amount of fluid coming out of your nose.

"Jakey..he still had his pants on but I could feel him..sorry..sorry I..I didn't mean to cheat on you!"

He looked up, your face eager for his forgiveness, afraid that he was mad at you.

How could he be mad at you?

How could he be mad at you for something that wasn't your fault?

How could he blame you for having no idea of the cruelty of some men?

Something got damaged inside him, something consumed him at your words, in your innocence you thought that was cheating on him.

"And...And I had noticed that he was following me before but...but I thought he wanted to make friends!"

You are too innocent and sweet for this world.

He tilted his head

"Doll..a lot of people out there are mean."

And he blamed himself for not coming with you, he blamed himself for not quitting his stupid computer programming job to protect you.

You lowered your head while your hands continued to play with your nightgown

"I...I feel...dirty."

"I believe you doll, you are very brave for talking to me about this, if what he did made you uncomfortable then it was wrong, you are not dirty, or bad, you were just getting into your business, he is sick"

After that Jake's silence was worrying for you, he didn't speak at all, you could only see you in both eyes, looking for words to tell you.

"You don't deserve this, I'm not going to leave you alone"

You smiled tenderly.

"I'm not mad at you because you are my Angel, and Its also because I love you so very much no matter what."

Jake's words were like a glass of water in the middle of the desert.

"He asked me.. if I wanted to be his girl for the night."

He just wished this was a bad dream, he wished he hadn't had to work to come with you, he wished that man hadn't touched your innocence in such a cruel and depraved way.

The seat of the armchair became more and more uncomfortable, and the darkness of the room only illuminated by the television gave a dramatic aspect at the revelation.

"I told him that I had a boyfriend... and... he told me that I was probably a stupid boy who doesn't know how to play well."

The words were on the tip of your tongue, you remembered everything in detail.

As if nothing, you finished telling the story,

you wiped away your tears with your thumbs, your head started to ache from crying for so long.

"Doll, you didn't cheat on me, you were just minding in your own bussines, this is not your fault, you are not dirty, you are not bad, he is."

After the two of you were silent, and Jake looked at you with the worried face you've never seen before, you took a piece of candy from the bowl and unwrapped it to put it in your mouth.

"Jakey?... are you mad... at me?"

He looked for your gaze, swallowing his tears, to be strong for you.

"Princess... what? no! absolutely not, I wouldn't be upset with you at all, you are not alone"

Your eyes lit up through so many tears, you swallowed the strawberry flavor of the caramel.

"Seriously?" he nodded and hugged you tightly.

"Sorry, sorry for not coming with you, sorry for not protecting you my girl"

He said and you giggled.

"This isn't your fault Jakey...maybe if I hadn't put on my favorite skirt he wouldn't have lifted it."

Every cell in his body caught on fire, with the force of his being he hated that man so much, and blamed himself for not protecting your innocence.

"You know this is abuse, and pretty girls who had been abused have to speak up right?"

He said putting your hair behind your ears and taking you to lie on your chest.

"Mmm..I thought I was cheating on you"

He kissed your head.

"Nothing that man did has anything to do with you, or your look, or your skirt or your gentleness, he's rotten inside, and deserve death."

Tears came to your eyes as you remembered everything again like a vivid memory.

"Jakey...I didn't want that he.." Jake shushed you.

"I know honey, I know, let me take care of this."

Tears stained his t-shirt.

"th..thank you.."

"¿Jakey?"

A soft sound came out of his mouth, giving you permission to continue.

He was rubbing your back and you clung to his shirt like your life depended on it

"I..think... I think I don't want to go to a supermarket again for a while."

His hard look scared you, but he was just thinking of ways in which he and Lloyd could help him capture and kill that idiot.

"Don't worry princess, I can take care of that... so you can't had to go to there again..but I can help you, find a safe space you know..to get over this."

Your heart jumped with joy, like the flowers that bloom in spring, he was not angry with you!

He understood you and supported you, there was nothing more you could ask for than to feel understood.

"I'm sorry..for..for not having sex with you when I went out to the shower."

You wiped away your tears as high-pitched sobs escaped your puffy red lips.

He inhaled air scented with your perfume, still wondering what he did to win over a girl as sweet and innocent as you.

It seemed you cared more about what he thought than your own abuse.

"We can stop doing it for a while if that bothers you ...I wouldn't mind at all, I care..I really care 'bout you and your safety"

"Uh..I like cuddles...we can do that!!"

The man nodded trying to give you a smile of encouragement, he knew that these issues are more difficult to overcome than they seem, and a false step could trigger you.

"Sleep" he said "you need to rest my brave little girl, thank you for telling me."

you let out a deep exhalation.

"Jakey?" an "uhm" came from the man's lips.

"what if I had a nightmare?"

you said raising your eyes to meet his gaze, He thought about going to the room to get your stuffies but he didn't want to leave you, not again, not for a moment more..

"I'll fight with your nightmares then."

A soft sigh left your body as you settled into Jake's chest.

"I love you...a-and sorry to ruin your movie."

The man clenched his jaw, what happened to you it's not fair and it never will be.

He is not capable of getting angry with you for interrupting a movie, much less for trusting him.

He continued to draw circles on your back, and you started to fall asleep, but only this time he would not be able to sleep.

In his eyes you are an ethereal angel, and he would know very well who to require to to take care of that situation.

Perhaps it was difficult for him, because one part of your spark had gone out, seeing you discouraged or depersonalizing at any time, but he was not selfish, you felt it even more and needed support.

To see how before leaving home you replaced your skirts or dresses with comfy pants.

You Patiently waiting for him at home, anxious to see him walk through the door with the supermarket purchases, and making a list on pink paper with many stickers so that he would not forget what you need, because you would not return to a supermarket in a long time.

And he became more careful, avoiding spooning you in bed, because that could remind you of that episode or get you triggered.

Also take care, what he said with you, worrying about seeing you depersonalize at any time or feel sad at some inopportune time.

fill you with courage so that you decide to go to a psychologist or to talk about small details that you focused on while that horrible episode happened.

He would do whatever it took not to abandon his girl, and anything to make that man pay for what he did with his sweet angel.

[lila-lou]

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