#alec mcdowell

[daylighted]

omg i feel like before alec and like “reader” started dating he would always ask max about things that she likes or like advice then later while they are all hanging out he just drops the cheesiest pick up lines while max internally face palms

orrr he always tries to show off to impress his little crush 🥹

max told him to just test the waters - just flirt a little and see where it went. alec took this as permission to try all of the pickup lines he had in his head, waiting for a means to use them.

his first opportunity came when you were sitting on the couch alone, the spot next to you open. alec dropped down beside you like he owned the spot, his arm in his lap. then, with an exaggerated yawn, he stretched it around your shoulders and tugged you into his side.

max sighs heavily through her nose, giving him a forced, tight-lipped smile when he meets her eyes with a grin. she was embarrassed for the both of them, but alec thought he was the bee's knees. no one could tell him otherwise, especially when you didn't pull away.

max nods toward you subtly, narrowing her eyes in on alec like, do something! alec knew that! he had a deck of cards in his head with all of the pickup lines he kept in there, and he was drawing one from the bunch. working his magic didn't happen in a blink, just like how rome wasn't built in a single day.

"you got a map?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, still wearing that shit-eating grin of his.

max groans. alec's mouth flattens at her. just give him a second, he hadn't even gotten a chance to finish it!

"no," you say, eyebrow raised. he didn't know that your smile wasn't because you were being reeled in by his acts, but because you knew all of these moves. you weren't going to tell him, either. look how proud of himself he seems! "why do you ask?"

alec leans in closer, like he had a secret to share and only with you. "'cause i keep getting lost in your eyes."

that's the straw that breaks max, and she leaves without a word of explanation, at least ones that you can hear. he can. he distinctly hears with his enhanced hearing that is both a blessing and a curse, the words, "oh, to hell with this."

hey, he doesn't care. he still got your number, didn't he? he didn't even have to take his shirt off like his backup plan was to.

[soldiersgirl]

no guillotine could take away the head that i would give him

[d0qete]

If I received a headlock from him my ovaries are singing in an opera chorus and my feminism is gone from my body.

[pieandflannel]

♡ happy birthday to the dilfiest dilf

no words can describe how much this man means to me, even when im at my lowest there is no day where he doesn’t bring a smile to my face, i am eternally grateful for your existence as you make life worth living. happy birthday jensen, i love you. 🥺🫶

[bluemerakis]

─────── ❝ sugar high ❞ ⋆˙ 𖦹 ˚.⋆

────────── ᝰ bluemerakis ༝༚༝༚ ────

pairing ୨୧ munch .ᐟ beau arlen x fem .ᐟ reader

warnings .ᐟ cussing, oral f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, pet names

synopsis ─ beau arlen is a take the scenic route munch. that’s all, folks. that’s plenty.

word count ~ 2k

based on this ask

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“You like that a lot, don’tcha?” Beau chuckles gently, and the sound drips from his glistening lips like a stray trail of honey—tantalisingly sweet and so, so sparse throughout his focused fondling of you. He surveys you over the arch of your stomach, your lower back long since lifted from the mattress in search of his wet warmth.

“Mhm,” you breathe out—both spent and disoriented by the haze of pleasure Beau’s tongue seems to effortlessly elicit. But you’re overcome with a sudden groan of protest, head lifting from your pillow’s support with utmost difficulty to peer at him accusingly. “Why’d you stop?” You ask indignantly, but the lack of energy behind those words makes it come off as more of a pathetic whine.

He’s been at it for at least half an hour, now, tongue entangling with your folds like a shameless exploration, stumbling upon your pot of fine gold time and time again—only to drop it into a scattered, disappointing mess of nothing. A relentless tease that has your every nerve ignited at the ends and hot with the plea to quell its prolonged misery.

The sheriff beams from his place between your thighs, the strong arms he’d exploited to trap your lower half against the bed shifting to pry your legs even further apart. His grip is a practiced type of firm—refined by all the years he’s spent immobilising fugitives—yet he’s always overly conscious of the way his fingers root themselves within your tender flesh.

“I ain’t stopped nothin’—been goin’ at it for quite some time, actually,” he pokes smugly, but he’s perfectly aware of his selfish mischief. “It’s called havin’ fun, darlin’. Y’know, savourin’ what’s good for the soul,” he adds with a glint to his eyes that’s so boyishly mischievous, you can’t help but flick your eyes in response.

“I don’t think I can do this much longer,” you complain, your lower half squirming with the urge to pinch your thighs together, but Beau’s got a passive, vice-like grip on them that doesn’t allow you to go anywhere without his leniency. And he’s not lenient—not now, at least.

“Naw, come on,” he drawls as his hands gently flatten your thighs back into a helpless sprawl, where he fortifies their position with an encouraging squeeze. “I think you’re pretty darn capable of pullin’ through this. It’s why you’re my best gal. My sweet gal,” he adds with a purposeful wink, tongue poking through to glide along his lips like he’s savouring the very taste of you that lingers.

Your head shakes lightly—you’re at your wits end with him. “You’re plain, old mean,” you huff out, but the pout instantly softens as you feel as Beau’s arm uncurl from your thigh to glide his fingers over the sensitive inner. The teasing contact jettisons your pique from the ledge of care down into the deep, deep depths of arousal, where your core is trapped in constant exploitation.

Beau’s got you right where he wants you—hot, bothered, numb. That is, numb until he makes you feel all sorts of things.

Shivers hare up your spine as you feel his fingers trail a path all the way down to your slicked entrance, where they curl inside with a driven destination. “Am I, now?” He tests softly—the words accentuated like he’s slipped them through the crack of a grin. “Mean, that is?” He clarifies with a sparse chuckle to further ruffle the edges of his nerve, and then he drives the point home with a gentle pump into the tunnel of your warmth.

A broken gasp purses your lips as the girth of his manhandling stretches out your walls—all worked up and tense with the empty promise of fulfilment. Your head burrows back into the pillow, where it practically swallows you whole in the midst of your fragile collapse.

“Fucking hell!” You gasp into the air, eyes screwing shut as you surf the sensation of your body letting loose—a desperate scramble to accommodate his intrusion. “Don’t stop, Beau—just like that,” you hiss thickly.

Beau’s throat echoes with a throaty hum, like he’s savouring the way you melt onto his hand—so betraying of the aggrieved words that’d jumped from the ledge of your lips only seconds ago. “Just like that?” He echoes sweetly, fingers curling in a motion similar to the last, but with a new desire to delve deeper.

“Just like that,” you reaffirm in a slight whimper, lip drawn into a passionate bite as the sheriff eagerly obeys your pleas. With every thrust, he plunges deeper than he’d been before, like he’s got some silent record to beat. “And don’t stop this time—please.”

“Nah, I won’t, darlin’,” Beau hums comfortingly, and the pace he maintains drives a hard bargain. “And to think you had half the nerve to call me mean,” he teases lightly, the singular hand he’d left behind to safeguard your thigh rubbing sensual circles along the sensitive skin. “Me? Mean? When I’m takin’ such good care of my sweet girl? If it were true—and it ain’t—I’d have me locked up on the account o’ neglect.”

Your eyes don’t crack open once as he rambles on, too afraid to snuff out the focus you’ve worked to nurture into something akin to your high. “Just stop talking,” you scoff with the little air you’ve still got loitering within your spent lungs, a weak smile beaming through.

“Why, yes, ma’am,” he chuckles lightly. There’s no offence lingering in his tone—and you know it’s because he’s well aware of his hand in tonight’s foul play. The overstimulation is far too profuse from time to time, but you tend to hang in there on the knowledge that he’s not doing it to be mean. He merely enjoys indulging in the prolonged haven of your scent, sounds and slick. Enjoys you.

He’s obsessed with you.

“Still feelin’ dandy as a lion?” He pipes up after a string of thrusts, the fingers burrowed into your entrance continuing to plunge deeper and deeper at a pace so steady that it tugs at the last string of your sanity. And the knot that’s been building in your core threatens to unravel when his thumb daringly reaches up to flick over your sensitive clit. “Talk to me, sweet girl,” he coos when you don’t offer him the sought out input.

“Beau,” you protest helplessly, eyes burning teary behind the shield of your lids. Your fingers curl into the sheets as you grapple with his ministrations, your clit still trilling with the unexpected caress. “I think I’m gonna come—I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Sure ya can, sweetheart,” he argues softly, temporarily halting his thrusts within you to lower his head to your mound. Your core flutters with the hope to feel his lips envelop your core with a welcoming heat that makes you forget your own, but you’re only graced with the chafe of his beard against your inner thigh, where he places a chaste kiss that lingers for a long second that feels taunting.

“I can’t.”

“Just hold on a little longer for me, alright? I know ya can do it. Just wanna taste you one last time before you let it rain down on me,” he drawls against you, the sound husky and distracted, like he’s entirely beguiled by the glistening view of you. And then his bearded jaw juts into your folds, where his lips engulf your swollen clit. Then, his tongue does a sweep of the area to take the sensitive organ under a wave so brutal, it has you gasping for air.

“Oh, god—yes!” You answer hopelessly. Unsolicited. Your thighs draw rigid with the combined stimulation of him—the resumed pump of his fingers, the tango of his tongue against your spent clit, and the hot chafe of his beard that feels determined to rub you raw. It’s all incredibly overwhelming in all the right ways. “I’m gonna come,” you mewl helplessly.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he coos proudly—the words slurred by the way his lips meld with yours. “Doin’ so good f’me. You’re a damn trooper—and you’re showin’ me up, that’s for sure. A girl like you? She’s got all it takes to see shit through. All the way down to the end o’ the line, baby’.” The deep rumble of his voice is a weapon of its own, adding to the unrelenting seize on your senses.

His pumps within you grow more vigorous and greedy with each passing second, reaching depths you didn’t think was possible—but your body welcomes it. And simultaneously braces against it, like it dreads the overwhelming finale it’s bound to present.

“Beau, that feels so good. You feel so good,” you slur weakly, your thighs tensing with the growing approach of your high. And this time, Beau grants you the grace of letting them bracket his head—like he’s made himself a willing, appreciative prisoner within your personal keep.

The only occasion where the sheriff welcomes his own detainment.

The arm he’s wrapped around your thighs ease up an inch as he imbues all focus into nurturing your finish. “Hm—ain’t ya just the sweetest?” He murmurs absentmindedly—appreciatively, and the words sound as winded as you feel. “I ain’t gonna stop this time, darlin’, so go ahead ‘nd let go f’me. Let me taste you—all o’ you,” he urges before he’s burrowed himself back into you with a rhythm of his jaw that’s entirely unforgiving.

And he doesn’t stop until you’ve painted him with the sloppy medium he’s been seeking out all evening.

You let out a broken gasp as your lower half shudders with the built up release, and Beau only adds to the grand finale as his throat rumbles against you with a low noise of euphoria—which strikes the heart of your sensitive clit. He laps at your glistening folds one last time—like it’s the last, guilty lick of the plate after dessert, before the warmth of his tongue finally forsakes you.

“Atta girl,” Beau praises breathlessly, the hand buried within your fluttering walls slowly pulling free of its suction. His other hand finally releases your thigh, the fabric of his clothes rustling as he shifts from the position he’d become solidified within. His palms return to your body in a gentle cupping of your thighs before he trails them up the length of your stomach. “Now, I dunno ‘bout you, but I could do this every night,” he chuckles softly once he’s brought himself up to hover over you, elbows propping him up at either of your shoulders.

You lift your head from your pillow with a frailty that threatens to topple you back into the plumy comfort, but your eyes catch on Beau’s face, and the sight of him is enough to keep you tethered in the air. The entirety of his jaw is slathered with your arousal, the fine hairs of his beard glistening like a proud display—almost as bright as the toothy grin nestled between his parted lips. His hair has scattered across his forehead in unruly strands, giving him a rugged look that only adds to his Texan charm.

He stares back at you with a knowing look in his eyes, like he’s fully aware of the state of himself. And he’s proud of it.

Proud of you for deconstructing him this way.

After a gentle string of pants, you finally heave a breath that allows you to speak. “I couldn’t do this every night,” you laugh hoarsely, your thighs pressing together like the mere thought of it chides you. “I might just pass away.”

Beau’s lips press into a playful pout, his brows furrowing with a look of disagreement. “On the contrary,” he says matter-of-a-factly, one hand coming up to wipe the sweat from your forehead before he settles for a gentle hold on your jaw. “If anythin’, you’ll be the death of me. You’re my sweet girl. And I’ll be damned if I was a diabetic ‘cause I’d just ‘bout drop dead gettin’ all sugar-highed on the taste o’ you.”

You giggle at that, your head shaking in light appreciation of his absurdity. “You’re something else entirely, Beau Arlen,” you murmur through a loving grin.

“And don’t I know it,” he laughs, hand gently pinching your jaw before he lowers himself to your lips, where he hovers just shy of your touch. “Just wait ‘til ya get a taste o’ you—then you’ll understand where I’m comin’ from,” he husks with a lazy grin before finally pressing his lips to yours.

And he’s right—you do taste sweet.

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a/n ─ beau does not stfu during sex sorry 🤷‍♀️ bro is a yapper at heart but it’s ok bc he doesn’t slack ❗️❗️❗️initially this piece was gonna be a combination of drabbles with munch dean, beau & sb but bc dean & sb’s part isn’t done yet and i wanted to get something out, have this!! i told myself i was gonna finish the other two boys’ tonight and release them all together but… i’ve been working on something else instead 👀

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[maxandalec]

Just two beautiful genetically engineered transgenics having a conversation just from their eye exchanges & body language

[s4wdvator]

OH MY GOD

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

[daylighted]

alec mcdowell & transgenic!user - a million kisses ㅤ ┊ ㅤ (18+!)

i want someone to promise me a million kisses and more . . . or, he's your first everything; first, and second, and fifth, and tenth.

includes, MDNI. ㅤ explicit sexual content ㅤ (light ) breeding kink ㅤ unprotected p in v ㅤ first times! ㅤ fluffy smut ㅤ like genuinely sickly sweet ㅤ soft dom!alec ㅤ best friend!reader ㅤ dirty talk ㅤ talks you through it creampie (hate this word sm sorrY)

req by @foxylady493 hehe thank u for giving me an excuse to write ab rawdoggin alec mcdowell HAHA

word count: 6.2k and for what like genuinely.

★ ˚⋆

somewhere, in one of the books that joshua had stolen for you, with a well worn cover and soft pages, with faded ink painting the front cardstock, you'd read something that stuck with you. i want someone to promise me a million kisses.

it was one of those passing thoughts that embeds itself into your psyche, a physical thing lodged between the folds of your brain, making itself evident every time you tried to forget it. a million kisses... and you'd never had one.

hell, you'd never even wanted to. you were everything manticore wanted you to be; loyal to the greatest extent, dedicated to your training, dominating the rest of the x5 series by a long shot — well, alongside your best friend alec.

alec, who really kept you motivated and on your toes, because he was so effortlessly good. he could sprint the entire forest on the grounds' base three times while you'd be on your second. he could pick you up with ease, and often did, urging you to work on your strength that little bit more so that you could do the same to him.

he was lifting you with one arm, actually, when you'd both been called back to your cells abruptly. it was awkward, in a way, moreso than it would have been for any normal human being, because of how unfamiliar you were with awkward situations. having to be sat down so you could properly address the guard in front of you, the same one who'd just been watching the both of you try and lift each other like barbells?

it only managed to get worse, somehow, when you were both ushered into your cell, followed by one of the directors, a woman with short blonde hair and a fierce stare.

something about this felt like a punishment, or a bad omen. how could you know, then, what a turning point this was going to be for you? the both of you?

"stand down, 494, 490." her lips are quirked with knowledge she isn't sharing, her hands folded neatly behind her back. "no need for formalities. not... for this."

you know better than to say a word out of turn, and so does alec, but you feel his confusion radiating off of him, a mirror image of your own, in the way his shoulders tense back.

her lips curl higher, a tight lipped smile that looks almost sinister in the dull lighting of your cell. "you are both aware of the situation with our labs, i imagine," she continues, slowly, like she's waiting for one of you to piece it together. "all of our genetic data, up in flames, and no way to continue creating soldiers to uphold the legacy the two of you are sure to bring."

directors do not ever come in with compliments, especially so strong, without something up their sleeves. "unless..."

it's one word, but it hits you and alec like a wave. him first, as he draws in a sharp breath, and then you, your stoic expression faltering at once. unless they use their current x5s to make those soldiers.

"it's only natural to pair you two off, what with how... close, you've gotten, over these years." there was a shared trauma that rooted the two of you to each other. him, being a clone of x5-493, and you, of 491.

something was off in their coding, a mixture of genetics and dna that didn't mesh. people were tightlipped about 493 and the seemingly endless amount of death he left in his wake, but they were sure to remind you about 491, the only one who, seemingly, kept his head screwed on straight the rare times that it was.

i want someone to promise me a million kisses... did she feel the same way? did he manage a million before his life was taken? you couldn't help but wonder it, especially with how many times the words killer kisser were thrown in your face. maybe that was why you were so attached to the idea of being kissed. you were stuck on the outside of a secret, wondering how kisses could render a troubled man's mind silent for a little while.

you had zoned out without realizing, stuck in a past that didn't belong to you. "are we clear?" the woman asks, her eyes lingering particularly long on you.

your face flushes with shame. shame for not listening, for missing the entire purpose of this conversation because you'd been daydreaming about an obscene amount of kisses for one person to receive.

alec speaks up for you, saving you from a potential reprimand or punishment, as he often did. "all clear."

"good." her eyes stay on yours for a beat too long, like she's daring you to break, before she nods once. "you've got one hour."

and with that, she stalks out of the room, the guards waiting on either side of your open door stepping out of line to trail behind her. the door hisses shut, and then it's just you and alec. you should know why. if you'd listened—

"you could have been less obvious, you know," alec says with a scoff of laughter, as he breaks his straight-backed stance and crosses to your bed in the corner. he sinks down on it, strong enough that his weight bounces on the springy mattress, legs spread open as he made himself right at home.

you blink once, twice. "less obvious with what?"

"oh, i don't know," his lips twist in mock thought, before they tilt into a dazzling smile, "starin' off like you don't even know where you are."

"i was just—"

"not listening. yeah, established, nelly." alec's eyebrows raise in his amusement, strong arms folded nearly over his chest. "you're gonna be confused as hell when i start taking my clothes off, then."

you splutter, wordless sounds falling out in a flustered heap. "what?"

his head falls back in a fit of laughter, loud enough that it echoes off of the walls. "god, you really weren't listening!"

"just spit it out! what are you talking about?"

slowly, the smile tapers away, his laughter trails off, and you're just looking at each other. "gonna have to copulate, you and i."

your expression drops. any trace of amusement dissipates, a cold, icy feeling of dread flooding your veins. no. no. you couldn't. not with him. not when it would ruin—

a million kisses, a million kisses, a million kisses.

it always came back to that, didn't it? "no," you say aloud firmly, like your rejection can somehow reverse the fact that it has to happen. has to, because you would never betray a direct order. this was something being entrusted to you. "alec..."

"relax," he says, his hands up in surrender. "i'm not gonna just... force you to, nelly, c'mon." his hands fall into his lap again, a sigh leaving his mouth. "s'not easy for me either, this. i mean, you're my best friend."

was he suggesting that things would change once this started? that thought made your blood feel cold in your veins, ice crystallizing in the sinew, making your bones feel heavy and stiff.

"nelly." alec snaps his fingers, drawing your attention back to him and not the dread in your stomach. it always works, when he calls you the name he'd not-so-affectionately given you during training, once. negative nelly & smart alec. "c'mon, it's not— it's not gonna be that bad. kinda bruisin' my ego that you're this torn up about it."

you choke on a laugh, your fingers lifting to run through your hair. "shut up, alec."

"'shut up, alec,'" he mimics back at you, one corner of his mouth lifting higher in a softer grin. "has that ever worked, nell?"

you shake your head, in exasperation and answer, finally crossing the small expanse of the room to drop down onto the edge of your bed next to him. his thigh is pressed up against yours, a warm, familiar comfort when everything feels uncertain.

it's loaded now, this silence that falls between you. heavy like a weight and thick like fog. his eyes are on you —you can feel them, too— and it's jarring, how one direct order can flip an entire world on its axis.

you turn to meet those green eyes of his, and then alec's leaning in, suddenly, and it takes a blink for you to realize it. you startle, feeling hot and icy and flustered all at once. "i’ve never done this,” you blurt out, and how fucking embarrassing is that, confessing it like a sin? 

“in what world do you think i have?” alec shoots back, his eyebrows raising in punctuation to the question. “i’d rather it be with you than someone else.” 

your heart is racing uncomfortably quick, an unfamiliar flutter against your ribcage. “okay.” 

“yeah?” he asks, and his large hand lifts, too, to rest his warm palm on the side of your cheek. his fingertips graze behind your ear, tangling in your soft hair. “yeah, okay, nelly.” 

his thumb grazes gently over your cheekbone, like a final reassurance before you’re no longer dipping your toes into this idea but diving fully into its depths. his fingers on the back of your neck guide you toward him, until your breaths are mingling and getting to know each other. 

your lips meet. the world stops.

it makes sense, now, how 491 could leash 493 with nothing but the press of her lips. it also makes sense why she stayed, despite all of the warning signs he must have given off, if alec’s lips were any indicator of how ben’s were. 

the kiss is tentative at best, at first. he’s not coming any closer, and you’re sat ramrod straight on the bouncy mattress, and the only thing connecting you besides your mouths is the hand he keeps on your cheek. you imagine that this is how first kisses always feel; awkward and uncertain, as this new kind of trust builds itself from the ground up.

one kiss out of a million. how were you supposed to kiss anyone else, now, when this one felt so special?

he pulls back first, but his hand stays on your face, the other sneaking its way across the space between you and landing on yours in lap. 

“not so bad, was it?” alec asks, a reassuring smile gracing his face. his thumb returns the gentle strokes over your cheek, his eyes sweeping over the expression you wear. 

no, it wasn’t that bad. but your mind isn’t on the kiss but what’s supposed to come next. “how long are we supposed to… um…” 

you’d never been the shy type around alec, but suddenly now, it feels like every word is lodged tightly in your throat. suddenly, he feels like a stranger instead of your best friend, this territory unfamiliar and scary, in its own way. 

“until you’re pregnant,” he says easily — and of course it’s easy for him, he’s not the one that has to carry a genetically enhanced baby to term. “but—” 

“no,” you say, raising a hand to cut him off. “no, i heard you.” 

“but, we don’t have to start now, nelly,” he slows his words down, like delivering the blow more gently will somehow lessen the sting. “we don’t. it’s… it’s an order, yes, but you’re still my best friend, and i want you comfortable.”

that did reassure you. you’d have to commit to the orders given eventually, but for now? this was just… a prolonged break in the courtyard, where you could hang out without precaution. 

“kinda like this new development, though,” he adds, that wicked grin of his tugging up onto his mouth, as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. you barely manage to squeak out the noise of surprise caught in your throat, before you’re settled in his lap. alec’s always been strong, but it’s so different, having him use that strength with you. “could get used to it.” 

“shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly.

 he grasps the collar of his shirt to drag you in. “order received.” and his mouth closes around yours once again; your second kiss of a million. 

★ ˚⋆

“stop it, that’s not—” you huff out a hard, frustrated breath, your fingers closing around alec’s wrist. “that’s not what where your hands are supposed to go.” 

alec had you sat comfortably in his lap again, after the day prior, you both learned that, despite the circumstances, it was a nice place to be. you were close enough that you could smack him if you had to, and clearly, you did. 

“s’not my fault that you’re being a tease,” he grumbles in your ear, his lips so close to the sensitive skin that shivers trail down your spine. “sittin’ all pretty in my lap, not letting me follow orders.” 

“oh, bite me,” you shoot back at him, your grip on alec’s wrist tightening as you yank it away from your ass. you can feel the heat of his skin even through the thick fabric of your camo cargos, and it’s completely distracting. 

his free hand’s finger comes up to jab you firmly in the sternum. “you won’t let me.” 

“i thought this was hard for you, too,” you argue, reaching up to grab his other hand now, the former still tightly in between your fingers. you knew the second you let it go, he’d not-so-subtly slide it right back down to your ass all over again, and where would you be? a rock — you — a hard place. 

alec snatches his hand back quickly before you can grab that one, his eyebrows bouncing once in his amusement. “trust me, nelly, it’s very hard.” 

you stare at him, unblinking for a long few seconds, before it clicks in your mind — and the feel of what was very hard presses against the core of you. your hand releases his, and you smack him once with the left, twice with the right. “alec!” 

alec cackles, head falling back with his laughter. his hand, always so much quicker than you, catches one wrist, and then the other, in his lithe fingers. his other arm snakes around your waist and there’s a blink before you’re suddenly flipped on your back.

on your back, and he’s hovered above you, your pinned wrist firmly above your head and pressed lightly into the mattress. “you’re getting soft on me,” he pants, settled in between your legs, knees nudging them further apart. “you used to beat my ass when we’d spar.” 

“you’re playing dirty.” 

“am not,” he huffs out like a petulant child, “you’re just not playing. too worried up in that head about all of the logistics here.” 

“aren’t you?” you ask him, and it’s genuine; how had 24 hours passed, and suddenly this was something he could just accept? you and him, engaging in things that best friends didn’t do. did they? “aren’t you afraid of…” your face reddens, your turn now to feel like a little kid. “doing it?” 

alec’s shoulders lift. “not when it’s with you.” 

he says it so genuinely that you know it’s true, the confidence of the words enough to take your breath away. 

you’d never thought of it like that. sure, it’s intimidating, breaching this gap of things you’d done and things you hadn’t, but… with him, surely it couldn’t be anywhere near as bad as you were thinking. 

“plus,” he adds as an afterthought, “we already agreed it wasn’t going to change a thing, didn’t we? s’just work.” 

just work. it didn’t feel like just work, but you were always reading too much into things, anyways. that’s why you and alec just worked. he was the laidback to your on edge.

you sigh. he’s getting to you. he’s unnaturally good at reading all of your fears written in your eyes and unpacking each of them, explaining them to you so they weren’t so scary anymore. “just tell me what to do. we can lie to the directors again, if we have to, if you just wanna… i dunno, chill out. could kiss again.” 

“alec.” 

“suggestion!” he raises his free hand in defense, before he lets it drop down to your thigh. “just a suggestion.” 

it was a good suggestion, too. unfortunately for you, fortunately for him. you didn’t want to get too comfortable in these uncharted territories, out of fear it’d all get muddled and then where would you be? too uncomfortable to be friends, too familiar not to be. 

“kiss me.” your mouth moves before you’ve even realized the words are out, floating between the two of you like a declaration.

he moves his hand from your wrists and lets it fall in the open expanse of your neck. his fingers are cold this time, even though your blood is hot. “yeah?” it feels achingly familiar to the gentle way he’d said it the day prior. “alright.” 

“alright.” 

is it supposed to be this awkward? firsts were always awkward. this had to be normal. if you started to think about how maybe it wasn’t normal, and you were embarrassing yourself, and he was embarrassing himself, and everything was about to be ruined, you’d—

alec leans in again, but he doesn’t kiss you on the lips, like you expected. instead, his mouth finds your jaw, teeth grazing the skin lightly, lips pressing reverently on the bone as he sucks the little mouthful of skin between them. 

you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed, eyelashes as soft as butterfly wings on your cheekbone. “relax,” he breathes, hot breath on hot skin making you squirm beneath him, “i know what i’m doin’.” 

“oh, do you?” you smile, a bit dazed as his tongue traces along the line of your jaw until he reaches the space beneath your ear.

“mhm.” he leaves a trail of wet, warm kisses down the side of your neck, then back up your throat. “thought about this all night. know what i’m doin’.” 

oh. no wonder he’d been pretty accepting of their circumstances. alec spent all of night prior thinking about you, and how he’d pick you apart. 

the thought makes another shiver run down your spine, a warm pool in your lower stomach. “alec—” 

“here,” he interrupts, halting your train of thought before it delves again. “put your hand here,” he pants softly into your sensitive skin, his fingers finding yours and guiding them underneath the gray fabric of his shirt. you feel every muscle on his abdomen, feel each flex beneath the cold touch of your fingers. “yeah, that’s it.” 

alec straightens up a little so that he can curl his own hands beneath his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. it falls in a heap at his feet, and he’s on you again a second later, his lips marking a wet trail of kisses up your throat. once he reaches your chin, he continues the onslaught, capturing your lips in a firm kiss. 

this one is different than the one the night prior. it’s more confident, sure of himself. his tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and in your surprised gasp, he tucks it between your lips. that part of the kiss is tentative, like enacting the things he’d thought about was more nerve wracking than he’d let on.

you smile. he drags his teeth across your puffed bottom lip. “oh, you like that?” he asks against the soft skin of your mouth, arrogance coating every one of his words. “mm, okay.” 

his hands run down your sides, hooking beneath your shirt and bunching it up in his fists. “this okay?” he asks, lifting his head enough to search your eyes.

you nod, taken aback, almost, by the flood of black overtaking his irises. “it’s okay.” 

his grin is mesmerizing. had he always been so attractive? had he always looked like something sculpted and molded, just for you, and you’d only just noticed? “okay,” he echoes, and he nudges your extended arm with his elbow, “lift your arms for me.” 

neither of you really know what you’re doing, but he has a little bit of an upperhand, what with the fantasies he’d created in his head. 

“what all did you think about?” you ask him, tracing your eyes over his face to keep from thinking about how he was undressing you, and you were slowly being beared to him fully.

alec’s eyebrows twitch, his eyes lifting from your bare skin up to yours again. “last night?” 

“yeah. i wanna know.” 

he shakes his head. “no, nelly,” he laughs under his breath, his heavy-lidded eyes raking over your body again. “m’not lettin’ you know. you’re shakin’ in your boots already.” 

“well, then what did you do? just lay in bed, thinkin’ about me?” you shoot back, your mouth dropping into a pout at the denial. 

alec’s lips quirk. “something like that.” 

“alec—” you’re cut off by his lips pressing to yours again. his fingers run reverently down your chest, his touch shuddery as they graze over your breasts. he groans, and the air in your lungs stutters hard in your chest. every thought is shattering to pieces before you can think them, focused instead on the feel of his hands on you in places that you didn’t think anyone would ever touch.

“i know you’re scared,” he mumbles in your mouth, his hand drifting lower, slowly but steadier than before. “so i want you in control. in case—” his touch comes to a stop at the buttons on your camo cargos. alec pauses like he’s dazed, clearing his throat. “in case you want to stop. at any point.” 

he’s such an arrogant dickhead most of the time, one that you’ve come to adore in every possible way, but here? now? he’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met. 

“here, lift your hips for me,” his nimble fingers have already undone the button, before you’d even blinked, “good girl — see? m’so proud of you, baby.” 

baby. he’d never called you baby before. your smile is immediate, even as you feel like you’re being electrocuted with how your skin is buzzing. his knuckles light a fire down you as they brush lightly against your thighs, your calves. 

your hand lifts to rest under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you again. how many kisses is this now? you can’t even think, now, not as you drag him in for another kiss. five? six? not enough, is the simple answer.

alec entertains the kiss for a few seconds before he’s pulling back, even taking a step away. your body chills at the loss of his heat, and the self awareness of how you must look to him. mostly naked, sprawled backwards on your bed, looking up at him with big, wide eyes. you open your mouth to say something snarky to him, anything to quell the heavy silence, when he whispers, “you’re so damn beautiful, nelly.” 

he undoes the buttons on his pants quickly, shoving them down his muscular thighs and pooling at his ankles. it’s intimidating, staring into the eyes of someone who was your best friend through and through, while neither of you are wearing anything besides undergarments. 

this was the guy who’d talked you out of making any rash decisions after you’d had the insult of killer kisser thrown in your face, all because of the girl your dna was cloned from. who squeezed your hands and told you to fuckin’ ignore them. what do they know? who’d been a cell apart from you in your psyops isolation, making sure he wasn’t infected with whatever rotted ben’s mind into darkness, and you weren’t susceptible to falling into hi

alec steps around you to sink onto the mattress beside you, shifting backwards until his back hits the concrete wall, turning so that he’s facing straight forward. his hands pat his thighs, nodding his head in gesture — or maybe to get you to stop ogling him like he was someone new and not your alec.

“lookin’ at me like you don’t know me,” he mumbles, reaching out to snatch your elbow when you don’t move. it’s intimidating. sitting in his lap with so little separating the two of you? of course you were hesitating! “don’t be ridiculous. m’still the guy you pushed down the stairs five years ago.” 

“that,” you exhale shakily, as you sit down on his thighs, desperately trying to ignore the heat beneath you, and the heat between your legs, “was an accident.”

“bull.” he moves his hands to the clasps of your bra, undoing each hook individually, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “i saw how you looked at me before you did it.” 

you bristle, shoving him back by the shoulder until his back presses against the cool concrete. “like i’m looking at you now?” 

slowly, he tugs the straps of your bra down your arms, his grin faltering as his eyes drift downward at the same time. “yeah.” he clears his throat. clears it again. “yeah, like you’re lookin’ at me now.” 

your eyes follow his, and you suck in a slow, deep breath. somehow, the fucker had talked his way into taking your bra off without you even noticing. kept you distracted long enough to not fuss over it. 

how many kisses out of a million could one man give? you hoped all of them. you hoped more than a million. 

the silence is heavy but it’s less awkward now. most of the hard parts were over, and you’d already established there was no reason to be nervous, not with alec. never with alec.

“here,” he says, his voice still coming out rasped even through his attempts otherwise to quell it. “hips up again f’me… yeah, just like that.” alec’s fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down until they’re caught where you’re straddling him. “left leg up… perfect, baby, right one… perfect, baby. absolutely perfect.” 

the praise makes you feel hot. sure, he’d said things like this before, praising each of your actions when you’d done good at training, or came back from a mission successful. this is different. intimate. 

"keep 'em up real quick, alright?" he murmurs, shifting beneath you enough to lift his own hips up, hands pulling down his boxers over his thighs. his hand slips, giving way to the nervousness he had buried deep, as it slaps against your bare thigh. "my bad," he chuckles lowly, kicking them off with the foot closest to the bed's edge. his fingers curl around your leg, kneading at the soft flesh. "you've got me all messed up in my head."

"enough to hit me?" you tease, your smile returning again to your lips. "that's cruel, alec. you said you weren't playing dirty."

"m'not," alec insists, his thumb catching your chin and dragging you down into a kiss, and then another.

you laugh on his lips, trying to shake free from his grip. "are too."

he sits up, chasing your mouth when you start to pull away, swallowing your lips in an onslaught of kisses. "i can show you 'playing dirty'." his hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing your ass as they firmly grasp your thighs, flipping the both of you so that your back is against the mattress.

you're strong enough to flip him back. to tackle him onto the mattress, to wrestle like you used to do when you were younger, and things were easier. you don't.

alec settles between your legs, using his hold on your thighs to lift your hips and align your entrance with the cock you have not looked at, nope, it feels too real to—

your eyes fall anyways when his do, watching him line himself up. all of his nervousness is gone again, like he teeters between it, only ever seeming to get nervous when it comes to addressing you. what you are. what this means. 

“still okay?” at your nod, he nods too. “okay, sweet girl. let me just—” his hand comes between the both of you, grasping his cock between his fingers, as he pushes the thick head of it inside of you, his head falling back as your wetness coats it. “jeeeesus.” 

“what?” you ask breathlessly, shifting to rest on your palms, glancing from his face to where he’s pulling out of you.

alec shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “nothing. nothing at all.” he pushes in again, slowly, deliberately, this time keeping his cock inside of your tight walls. “just thinking about you. always thinking about you.” his free hand goes to your shoulder, pushing you lightly back on the bed. “you just lay back and relax, alright? get out of that head.” 

how were you supposed to get out of your head when now, the thing circling around in it is how he so casually declared that he was always—

it’s uncomfortable, as he fills you up. like something is wrong, doesn’t belong. you were definitely wet enough to take him, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of something being off that tingles up your spine. 

“fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he groans, his voice as rough as gravel. alec rubs soothing circles into your skin with his thumb, before he lets his hand fall down to one of yours, grasping it in his. “squeeze if you wanna stop.” 

even through the discomfort, you didn’t want to stop. not only had the gap already been bridged, but… you liked it. liked him. more than you ever would have realized on your own. the further he pushes into you, still in that achingly slow pace as he lets your pussy adjust to the feel of him inside of it, the easier that adjustment gets. 

your fingers play with his, tracing over his knuckles, as your breaths tumble out in soft little pants. everything feels like its at a boiling point, like it’s seconds from spilling over. 

“you asked why i wasn’t scared,” he says under his breath suddenly, eyes lifting to meet yours through the deep dark of his eyelashes, once he’s to the hilt deep inside of you, his pelvis pressed to yours in a sharing of blistering hot skin. “do you want to know why?” 

he finishes the sentence, and slowly pulls back until his cock rests halfway inside of your throbbing pussy. the movement makes you whimper in your throat, the sound of it rough already. his fingers clamp around yours in reassurance. “i’ve thought about this a lot. that’s why.” 

“liar,” you manage to rasp, a breathless moan of laughter punctuating the words, “y’don’t have to make me feel better anymore. i’m not scared.” 

“i always,” alec thrusts into you again, quicker this time, already pulling back out, keeping that slow, leisurely pace until he’s absolutely certain you’re alright with the next part of it all, “always want to make you feel better.” 

another thrust in, and something shifts this time. you can feel every inch, and suddenly, a tremor of ecstasy replaces the full discomfort. you gasp, and he surges forward to hover over you properly now, like that one little noise was enough reassurance for him. 

“always want to take care of you, always want to make sure you’re happy,” alec continues, soft grunts slipping between his ramblings, “hell, i’ve thought about putting a baby in you before. just not… in this setting.” 

the words shoot straight downwards, making your already aching pussy throb, clenching tightly around him. “i’m not gonna break, alec,” you say, forehead pressed to his. you dig your nails into the back of his hand, not squeezing it so he doesn’t stop, but urging him further. “stop acting like you’re gonna snap me in half. i’ve pushed you down the stairs before.” 

alec laughs, but it works. he pulls out further with each thrust, slams into you harder, burying himself deeply inside of your wet pussy. “yeah, you have.” the sound of skin slapping together starts to echo around the room with the change in his pace, interrupted only by his throaty groans and your soft moans and, god, isn’t it awkward that there are guards outside? that this is what they’re subjected to hear every day, until you’re—

“you wanted— a baby with me,” you say, not as a question, and through the deep haze your mind is slipping into. 

“wanted to do this. wanted to fuck a baby into you. see you full of me,” he answers, and it must get him going, the image he paints for the both of you, because he speeds up further, drives deeper, and you can feel the head of his cock pushing against your cervix, making you groan aloud into his skin. “only at night, when it was just me, and i wished you were there, keeping me company. any time else, i could pretend like it was fine.” 

you laugh softly, shaking your head, and then he’s laughing too. “fucked up, schoolboy-manticore crush, huh?” his head falls further into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your collarbone. “only this place could get me daydreaming about filling this pussy up with my cum. could get me - wanting to fuck up our whole friendship, just to hear those pretty sounds of yours.” 

your face flushes at the filthy words, even as it only stirs your arousal further along. you can feel it in the base of your spine, and suddenly, by their own volition, your hips are pressing against his in tandem, meeting each of his thrusts inside of you. he groans, the sound hot and vibrating on the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“look at me, will ya, pretty thing?” he asks, nose nudging your chin up to meet his eyes. blackened pupils swallow up the jade green of his eyes. your lips part as the pleasure builds and builds, each of your noises crescendoing in pace with alec’s relentless thrusts. “god, nelly—” 

you tip your head up a little more, enough to catch his mouth in a warm kiss. “it’s okay,” you say against the soft pink of his lips; your turn to comfort him, even if that’s the last thing he probably needs. 

“yeah,” he mumbles on your mouth, stealing a fervent amount of quick kisses. it might as well be a million right then, with the way you can’t clear your head enough to count.”s’all okay. more than okay. always okay with you.” 

“you don’t even know—” you choke out, interrupted by the desperate moans falling from your lips, free hand coming to hold onto his side and keep him deep, deep, deep. “don’t even know what you’re saying,” you manage to laugh.

“no,” alec laughs too, letting go of your hand and moving it and his other one to hold onto your thighs again. “no i don’t. lift this one up for me, yeah?” 

you uncurl your bent knee and rest it across the length of his body, and the new angle only makes it that much more intense. “m’not gonna last much longer.” 

alec is a nervous laugher. he can’t seem to stop while he thrusts into you. your defense mechanism is panic, his is undiluted joy. you hope it never changes about him. “thank fuck.” he turns his head to press a soft kiss to your ankle. “‘ve been hanging on by a fuckin’ thread.” 

“seriously?” you cackle. “alec.” 

it’s sweet, really, how even when your entire dynamic flipped on its head, neither of you changed. just like you’d promised. you’re still laughing in the heat of the moment together, still teasing each other in every possible way you could. “told you ‘ve been thinkin’ about this,” he grumbles in his defense, the little pout on his flushed face only pulling you closer and closer into your release’s tight grips, “can’t even blame m—” 

“oh, fuck—” you can’t blame him, because you never gave him the time to pitch his argument fully, cutting him off. each breath you draw in is strained, in time with the pounding he’s giving to your clenching pussy. “oh, fuck, alec—” 

“hey, language, pretty thing, there’s—” one last thrust, harder than the others, his hips stuttering their movements as he pushes out a shaky exhale into your shoulder. your head falls back into the mattress, dug into the springs as you buck into him, his cock against your cervix as he spills his cum inside of you. the feel of him twitching inside of you, of the warmth seeping from your fluttering walls and warm down your spread legs, reducing you to a muddled mess of pleasure in his arms. unintelligible words on your tongue, pleads or his name or something, you don’t even know, don’t even know what you were trying to say. 

alec brushes his fingers across your forehead, pushing the sweaty hairs off of your skin. “was gonna tell you to watch your mouth, but i’m pretty sure you just swore me up and down in three different languages at once.” 

your limbs feel boneless, but you do manage to swat at his bare chest, heated skin on heated skin. “shut up.” 

“nah.” he scoops you into his arms, not yet having pulled out of you, as he cradles you to his chest. “we’re just gettin’ started, aren’t we?”

the answer is that one man can give a million kisses, and it doesn't take a lifetime — just a director's order and a dream.

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[soldiersgirl]

a pogo stick got nothing on me with the way im BOUNCING on it

[rositaslabyrinth]

I wonder how Jensen ackles feels being the actual most beautiful person ever to walk this earth. Like does he know??? Is he aware of the affect he has on people??? He has to know right???

[deansbite]

AFAB READER!! 18+ mdni

alec had been leaning back on the couch, you've been sat on his lap, his cock has been sat in your cunt nicely. It'd been god knows how long since your walls had adjusted to his length. and ever since then, he hadn't moved an inch.

unless — you were actually done whining and moaning about his dick lodged in you and were focusing on the show, then he'd intentionally thrust just a tiny bit deeper before retracting.

you could barely even handle his full length, much less having him go deeper — you didn’t even know he could go deeper than he already was.

and that would repeat until now. you were settled and finally could get your mind off of the fact that you were cockwarming him. but alec.. well, he had other plans.

“i can barely see the tv screen now. c’mon, baby lean back, that way you can lean to the side and i’ll be able to watch.”

“but you already.. uh — nevermind.”

“i what? c’mon you want to talk back, so go on, i’m all ears.”

“alec i didn’t mean it like that —”

“ohno, nono, don’t take it back, tell me.”

and as you opened your mouth to oblige and continue, alec raised his hips — quick, with his superhuman speed.

you yelped when his tip rubbed against your cervix — which was probably bruised with the amount of times he thrusted up into you in the span of god knows how long.

“speak up, come on.” alec urged, his smut tone evident. his hands eventually rested on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his length whilst he assisted with some occasional thrusts.

you instinctively clenched around him. “so fucking tight.” he gasped out.

“c’mon, i know how much you enjoy this, hell, i do too. but, i am gonna need you to finish that fucking sentence of yours.”

“i can’t —” you yelped as he slammed you down on his length whilst raising his hips at the same down.

you weren’t paying attention when one of alecs hands went up and he stuck his fingers into your mouth. you immediately swirled your tongue around them. alec seemed pleased — considering his fingers were like a plug to make you shut up.

both you and him knew he had a lot of stamina so he would go on for however long he wanted — which usually ended up with you so fucked out you can barely even form coherent sentences.

“that’s it, atta girl, finally taking the hint and closing that pretty mouth of yours.”

all you could do was whine which was just a slight bit fainter and much softer with his slender fingers in your mouth.

alec kept the same harsh and quick pace of you bouncing and him thrusting up occasionally. which caused a few groans to escape alecs mouth.

he could immediately tell when you were close. “hold it.”. he knew if his fingers weren’t in your mouth and you weren’t currently sucking him into your warmth, you would probably stomp your foot and complain.

but he could really care less. “i wantcha to fucking control it. if you can control how whiny and how much you complain, the least you could do is hold your goddamn orgasm.”

he was slightly annoyed. and both you and he knew if you didn’t listen, he’d make sure you’d regret in one way or another.

“shit, could fuck this soaking pussy all day. you’re so warm — fuck.”

and so he did, his thrusts not coming to a halt no matter how long he’s made you hold in your orgasm and even if you did cum at least six times within the span of an hour, he kept going.

that was simply Alec McDowell.

um!! yea this is not a lot because i wasnt in the mood to write a lot but i hope. this is good enough

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special tags: @pearlzier @deanswidow (cause from what i know they love alec!! (not as much as me but</3))

uhh yea this was fun to write

[legalmente-loca]

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[s4wdvator]

˙ . ꒷ 🧁 TEENAGER LOVE . 𖦹˙—

━━━━ 𖹭 THE STORY TAKES PLACE IN THE 90s

𓂅 ꒰ PAIRING : teen cowboy!jensen ackles x fem!reader

𓂅 ꒰ WORDS: 3,8K

𓂅 ꒰ SYNOPSIS : Childhood. Something Jensen and y/n always had and shared—even him being 2 years older than her—while they were growing up together, was something platonic. But as childhood fades and passion rises, everything changes in their relationship.

𓂅 ꒰ WARNINGS : friends to lovers, Jensen and reader's childhood, smut, morning n protected sex, p in v, oral sex, reader having a crush on Jensen over the years, lots of fluff, mention of the reader sleeping with Jensen, and maybe more stuff!

𓂅 ꒰ NOTES : If any of the topics discussed bother you, I recommend you leave to avoid discomfort. Remember, English is not my first language, so sorry if I make mistakes in words and etc... maybe will have a part 2 if u guys wanted! AND YES!!! I finally come back to post this one!!

1990 —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THE GOLDEN TEXAS SUN was rising over the horizon, gently illuminating the vast Ackles family farm. The clear, cloudless sky seemed to promise another warm and peaceful day, while the aroma of fresh coffee and freshly baked apple pie filled the house, creating a familiar and welcoming atmosphere. It was a morning like so many others, but for Jensen and Y/N, that day had a special meaning.

Outside the house, the sound of laughter echoed through the orchard. Jensen and Y/N, as always, were together. He, with his messy blond hair and bright green eyes, was leaning against one of the trees, counting to ten. She, with her heart racing, was hiding behind an apple tree. Her chest rose and fell quickly from the running, and a mischievous smile adorned her lips. They were playing hide and seek, as they had done since they were children, but now, there was something different in the air, something more intense that neither of them could fully explain.

Y/N tried to contain a nervous laugh as she spied Jensen from afar. However, he was always smart, perceptive like no one else. Hearing the familiar sound of her laughter, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, that smile she knew so well, and began walking towards the tree where she was.

"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth, realizing he had already found her. Jensen was there, right in front of her, smiling as if he had known he would win the game from the start. Slightly irritated, the ten-year-old girl came out of her hiding place and crossed her arms, staring at him with a sullen expression.

"That wasn't fair, Jay," she protested, her voice childish and slightly breathless. He laughed, a cheerful sound that always made her heart beat faster, even if she didn't yet understand why.

"You're just saying that because you don't know how to lose," he retorted, the provocative tone evident.

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. She hated to admit it, but he was right. He always was. It irritated her to no end, but at the same time, she loved how Jensen always seemed to be one step ahead of her.

"Idiot," she muttered, staring into his green eyes, which shone in the sunlight. Jensen let out another laugh, a genuine one that made her chest warm in a strange, new way.

"Deal with it and it'll hurt less, brat," he teased again, with that smug smile she loved to hate.

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tightly. “You say that like you’re not only two years older,” she retorted, the stubbornness evident in her voice. She hated it when he called her a “brat.” Two years was nothing, and she couldn’t understand why he insisted on it so much.

Jensen just shrugged, muttering a casual, "Whatever." He always did that, making her even more irritated. Regardless, the two of them began walking together back to the house, where Jensen's mother called them for breakfast.

After eating, Y/N and Jensen went to his room, as they did almost every morning. The space had the typical smell of clean sheets and a light woody essence, so characteristic of him. They were sitting side by side on the bed, the comfortable silence filling the room. Y/N looked at him curiously, as if she wanted to unravel the thoughts that were going through his mind. In turn, Jensen looked back at her, arching an eyebrow, as if wondering why she was watching him so much.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he finally asked, his tone slightly amused.

"I don't know," she replied with a shrug, but a smile played on her lips. "Maybe because you're fun to watch."

Jensen narrowed his eyes, pretending to be offended. "Funny? I'm a lot of things, Y/N, but funny is definitely not one of them."

She laughed, shaking her head. "If you say so, Jay."

1993 —

Jensen’s room had that familiar smell of youth: a mix of freshly washed sheets, cheap deodorant, and something that was all his own, a scent Y/N had known since they were kids. She was sitting on the corner of his bed, her hands clasped in her lap, her bare feet swinging as she took in the scene before her. Jensen was leaning against the headboard, a smug smile playing on his lips while his new girlfriend, Sarah—or was it Samantha? She didn’t care to remember—was cuddled up next to him.

They kissed. Not a discreet kiss, but one that made uncomfortable noises and made Y/N want to roll her eyes until the limit. She felt out of place, as if she had been thrown into a scenario she shouldn't be in.

Why had Jensen called her here? For this? To watch him and Sarah kiss like they were in one of those teen movies she hated? It didn’t make sense. They always did everything together: played video games, listened to music, laughed at the stupid jokes that only they understood. But lately, everything was different. He was different. Jensen was fifteen now, and it seemed like suddenly girls like Sarah were more interesting to him than the best friend he’d known all his life.

Y/N felt something strange in her chest. It was like a tightness, an discomfort that she couldn't name. Part of her wanted to yell at him, ask him why he was acting like this, but another part knew she had no right to do that. After all, he wasn't hers. Right?

She tried to ignore the sound of their kissing and focused on a poster on the wall of a band they listened to together. But it was no use. Every muffled giggle from Sarah or the way Jensen mumbled something that made her laugh only made her angrier. The comfortable silence she always felt in his room now felt heavy, suffocating.

Finally, Y/N couldn’t watch any longer. She jumped up from the bed, her hands shaking and her face red, but not from embarrassment. It was anger. It was sadness. It was… jealousy?

"Where are you going?" Jensen asked, pulling his lips away from Sarah's long enough to look at Y/N with a confused expression.

She turned to him, her eyes flashing with frustration. “To my place,” she said, her voice more sharp than she intended. “I don’t want to stand here and watch you kiss someone.”

The room fell silent. Sarah looked at Jensen, then at Y/N, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she was enjoying the scene. Jensen, on the other hand, seemed genuinely lost. He blinked a few times, as if he hadn't realized until that moment that Y/N's presence there was, at the very least, uncomfortable.

"Y/N, wait..." Jensen began, but she was already at the door, her hand on the handle.

"No, Jey." She turned away for a moment, her eyes fixed on him in a way he didn't recognize. "You should have asked me to play video games or something, but not for this. I don't have to stand here and watch you..." She gestured vaguely with her hands, indicating Sarah, who seemed to be enjoying the drama. "Doing this."

Before he could respond, she left, slamming the door behind her. Jensen sat up in bed, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Sarah tried to pull him back to the moment, but he couldn’t stop staring at the closed door, his mind spinning over what had just happened.

Outside, Y/N walked quickly down the sidewalk, the cold night wind blowing against her face. Her eyes felt stinging, but she refused to cry. What was happening to her? Why was this bothering her so much? Jensen was her best friend, and it was normal for him to have a girlfriend. Right? So why did it feel like something inside her was breaking?

She kicked a rock in her path, frustrated with herself. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she should have stayed and acted like she didn’t care. But she did. And that scared her.

As she crossed the street to get home, a memory came to her: Jensen, at nine years old, holding her hand as they climbed into the tree house he had built with his father. He had promised that they would always be best friends, that he would never leave her behind. "You're my partner in everything, Y/N," he had said, with that boyish smile that she had never forgotten.

But now, he had Sarah. And for the first time, Y/N felt like she might not be his partner in everything anymore.

Back in the room, Jensen was still lost in thought. Sarah, realizing he was no longer paying attention to her, sighed and started playing with her hair. "Your friend is a bit dramatic, isn't she?" she commented, with an irritating tone that made Jensen frown. .

“Don’t talk about her like that,” he replied automatically, his voice more serious than Sarah had expected. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing. Jensen, in turn, got up from the bed and walked to the window, looking out at the dark street. He knew he had done something wrong, but he couldn’t put it into words. Y/N looked… hurt. And he hated that.

Maybe he had been selfish in inviting her here. He thought it would be normal, that she wouldn't mind. After all, they always did everything together. But now, he was starting to realize that not everything was the same. Things were changing, and he didn't know if he liked it.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his messy blond hair. He knew he needed to talk to her, to explain himself. But deep down, he was afraid that even if he did, something between them would have changed forever.

1995 —

The day dawned with the sun shining high in the sky, as if even the universe wanted to celebrate Y/N's 15th birthday. The weather seemed perfect for outdoor parties, and her house was full of family and friends, all busy with laughter, conversation, and of course, eating the delicious treats her mother had prepared. Colorful balloons were scattered around the yard, and a large banner read: *"Happy Birthday, Y/N!"*

Y/N was excited. Her radiant smile and infectious energy made everyone around her feel good. She had that gift. With every congratulation she received, she thanked them with a hug or a kind word, but deep down, all she wanted was to see one specific person: Jensen.

Jensen Ackles. The boy she had known for as long as she could remember. Her best friend, her partner in all her adventures, and now, the guy she was starting to kiss in secret. Their relationship had changed in the last few months, and Y/N knew it. She also knew that she had played an important role in this change. After all, she was the one who insisted that something happen between them, so that he would stop putting up so many barriers and just admit what they both felt.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered their first conversations about it, a few months ago. Jensen, at seventeen, had seemed genuinely terrified of the idea of getting involved with her in a different way. He’d said something like, “You’re fourteen, Y/N. This is wrong. I’m going to get arrested!” And she couldn’t help but laugh so hard she cried. It was hard to take Jensen seriously when he said things like that, especially since deep down, she knew he wanted that too.

But he had resisted. For weeks. Maybe even months. Until finally, he had given in. Jensen had always been stubborn, but Y/N was even more so. And once she had made up her mind that she wanted something more with him, there was no way she could give up. The first time he had kissed her, it had been quick, a little awkward, like he was afraid someone would see them. But after that, things had started to flow between them. They weren’t officially dating—not yet—but what they had was special. And she knew it.

Y/N walked around the yard, greeting the guests, but her eyes were always searching for him. Where was Jensen? He promised he would come, and she trusted him. He never let her down.

Finally, she saw him. He was leaning against the fence at the back of the yard, wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and strong arms. His blond hair was messy as always, and he had that signature smirk that made her heart beat faster. He looked a little out of place in the middle of the party, as if he didn't quite know where he fit in.

She smiled and walked towards him, the flowery dress she wore swaying gently in the breeze. When she got close enough, she stopped, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow.

"You finally showed up, huh?" she said, her tone playful, but with a touch of lightness that only she knew how to use.

Jensen looked at her and chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he was a little nervous. "I was here the whole time. You were the one busy being the star of the party."

"Oh, sure," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Like you didn't know I was looking for you."

He smiled, and that damn smile made her legs go a little weak. Jensen had that effect on her, even if he didn’t know it—or pretended not to.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," he said finally, his voice low and husky. He stepped forward, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small, poorly wrapped package, as if he had packed it in a hurry.

"You brought a present?" she asked, surprised. "Jensen Ackles, you're getting sentimental."

"Don't say that out loud," he teased, handing her the package. "It'll ruin my reputation."

Y/N laughed as she carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside was a small necklace, simple but pretty. The pendant was a small silver star. She looked at it in surprise, and then at Jensen, who looked slightly uncomfortable, as if he was afraid she wouldn't like it.

"It's... just something small," he said, shrugging. "I saw it at the store and... it reminded me of you. Always shining and everything."

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. Not because the gift was grand, but because it was so... Jensen. He always knew how to make something simple seem special. She smiled, placing the necklace around her neck.

"It's perfect," she said, her voice soft. "Thank you, Jey."

He gave her a shy smile, but before he could say anything, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. It was quick, but enough to make Jensen blush slightly.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Let's get out of here. This party is boring without you."

He hesitated for a second, but in the end, he followed her. They walked to the back of the yard, where there was a small swing hanging from a tree. It was a place they had visited so many times as children, and it felt natural to be there now.

Y/N sat on the swing, while Jensen leaned against the tree trunk, watching her with that look she could never fully decipher. She swayed slightly, her feet touching the ground.

"You know I like you, right?" she said suddenly, her tone casual but her heart racing. She wasn't good at keeping things to herself, especially when it came to Jensen.

He looked at her, surprised, but said nothing for a moment. Then he sighed, crossing his arms.

"I know," he replied finally. "And... I like you too. A lot. More than I should, maybe."

She frowned, tilting her head. "Why more than you should?"

"Because you're 15, Y/N," he said, looking frustrated with himself. "And I'm 17. Do you know what people would say if they knew we were... I don't know, hooking up?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Jensen, seriously? Two years difference is nothing. And besides, who cares what other people think?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again. She was right, as always. He knew that. He knew she was stubborn, determined, and that in the end, he couldn't say no to her. He never could.

"You're so annoying," he muttered, but there was a smile on his lips.

"I know," she replied, smiling back. "And you like it."

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but laugh. And in that moment, as the sun began to set and the golden light illuminated her face, Jensen realized he was completely screwed. Because he didn’t just like Y/N. He loved her. And that scared him more than anything else in the world.

1998 –

That morning, Leitora's room became a temple of passion, where she and Jensen, childhood friends and now lovers, would give themselves to each other without reservations. At 18, Leitora felt that her life was finally beginning, and Jensen's love was the key to unlocking all her secrets.

The sunlight, filtered through the curtains, bathed their naked bodies in a golden glow, highlighting every curve, every scar, every mark of the history they shared. Reader admired Jensen as he slept, his face relaxed and serene, his brown hair spread across the pillow. She felt a love so deep it hurt, an irresistible desire to protect him and love him forever.

Jensen woke slowly, his emerald green eyes meeting Reader's passionate gaze. A lazy smile curved his lips, and he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep, "What are you thinking about, my love?"

"How lucky I am to have you," Reader replied, with a radiant smile.

Jensen approached, wrapping Reader in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. Their lips met in a whirlwind of desire, their tongues dancing in a frenzied rhythm. Jensen's hands slid over Reader's body, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and her nipples hardened under the touch of his fingers.

The more Jensen touched her, the more Reader gave in to the moment. She spread her legs, inviting him to explore every inch of her body. Jensen accepted the invitation with a moan, kissing and licking every curve, every crevice.

Carefully, he began to caress Reader's clit, his fingers dancing in circular motions that brought her to the edge of ecstasy. She moaned loudly, and Jensen whispered in her ear: "Shhh, don't make noise, baby. Your parents are sleeping."

But Reader couldn't contain herself. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she gave herself completely to the moment. Jensen continued to caress her, his fingers working masterfully on her clitoris. Then, he pulled the sheets away from their bodies and began to trace hot, wet kisses on her stomach, thigh and groin, she writhed at his touch.

It was too much, he was too good to be true.

Soon, he licked her pussy. Tasting her for the first time was a bit bittersweet, but very good. He could stay there for hours, just drinking her juices and cum. While his tongue worked on everything, he started sucking her clit, while his long fingers were penetrating her, and all of this, made her moan loudly, writhing on the bed.

Her reactions made him happy. He was more experienced than her, and he was happy to give her so much pleasure. After a while of just eating her pussy, she finally came in his mouth. She tasted wonderful.

Reader's body convulsed in spasms of pleasure, and she cried out Jensen's name. He hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately as she recovered from the ecstasy.

After a moment of silence, Jensen pulled away and grabbed a condom from the dresser drawer. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and placed it on his erect member, his eyes locked with Reader's.

Carefully, he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her warm, inviting wetness. He looked into her eyes, seeking her permission, and she nodded, her eyes full of desire.

Jensen entered Reader slowly, feeling her tighten around him. She moaned in pleasure, and he began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.

The more Jensen moved, the more Reader gave in to the moment. She hugged him tightly, her fingers digging into his back as she lost herself in the pleasure. He kissed her, nibbled her, caressed her, each touch increasing her arousal.

"Jensen..." she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "More... please, more..."

Jensen obeyed, increasing the pace of his thrusts. He thrust into her hard, feeling her writhe and moan beneath his weight. He loved her with every cell in his body, and he wanted to make her feel the same.

Finally, they both climaxed at the same time. Reader screamed, her body shaking in waves of pure pleasure as Jensen filled her with his love. They remained embraced for a long time, their bodies still vibrating with the energy of orgasm.

After a moment of silence, Reader pulled back and looked at Jensen with a mischievous smile. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, her eyes shining with desire.

Jensen smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. He lay back on the bed, inviting Reader to do whatever she wanted with him.

Reader knelt before Jensen and took his member in her hands. She kissed him, licked him while she began the soothing movements up and down, just to warm him up and then took him to her mouth. His cock was big and thick. She managed to take half of it, the rest her hands caressed and sometimes, her hands massaged his balls, which were already heavy with the desire for a new release. Jensen moaned in pleasure, feeling Reader's warm tongue envelop him.

She sucked and licked him with fervor, her lips and tongue working together to bring him to the edge. Jensen gripped Reader's hair, controlling his movements as he lost himself in the pleasure.

"Oh..." he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're amazing..."

Reader continued to suck him passionately, until Jensen felt like he was going to explode. He warned her what would happen, he was going to cum in her mouth and so he did, she stopped sucking him for a bit and just kept moving her hands, encouraging him to cum right away in her mouth. Her mouth was open just waiting and finally, he was spurting his semen into Reader's mouth. She swallowed it all with pleasure, savoring every drop of his love.

When they were finally done, they were both exhausted but incredibly satisfied. They had explored every corner of their bodies. After the intimate moment, they enjoyed the morning together, eating, watching a movie on TV. But in Reader's mind, it was like she finally felt good, free and at home. The thought of feeling at home with him made her hug him tighter and he smiled.

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