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kettlefire · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

(We’re pretending it’s not 3am on a Thursday, shhhhhhhh)

“Come on Sammy.” Dean sighed, resting a hand on his disgruntled brother’s neck. Sam shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly, not enough to shrug off the hand. “We’ll go out, and look around when we’re done. Okay?”

“Yea Dean, sure.” Sam nodded, giving Dean a small smile before pulling out a small box from the car. “Sounds good.” Dean smiled, following suit.

The trio worked quietly, moving boxes through the house. Picking out rooms, the boys settled on the second floor, John’s on the first. It was easy, even if the tension was still there. It wasn’t long before John tapped out, leaving to check in with a mechanic job he had ready to start once they moved.

Dean sighed, glancing around the empty home. The place was bare even with it being pre-furnished. It didn’t feel like it would ever become home, not like his childhood home, not like Bobby’s home did. Still, the least Dean could do was try to make things easier for Sam. A sigh escaped the teen, as he glanced towards the door.

John helped clear out the impala, leaving the boxes on the driveway before he left. Sam was still working with Dean to bring the boxes in, only complaining slightly which the older teen appreciated. The debate stands on whether the two should unpack the boxes first, or go out into town. He figured he had enough in his wallet to treat Sammy to a diner.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice called from the front lawn, pulling Dean out of his thoughts. The teen’s eyebrows furrowed, quickly moving through the door frame and taking in the sight before him. Sam was standing closer to the house, and a box settled at his feet. A man was smiling at him, a younger man, maybe his son, stood next to him.

“Can we help you?” Dean asked, taking a stand in front of Sam. The man nodded, holding out a filled brown paper bag.

“Hello, my name is Chuck Novak. I live just across the street from you.” The man, Chuck, motioned towards the house diagonal from theirs. “This is my son, Michael, we’re just stopping by to greet the new neighbors.”

“My sister Anna baked banana bread as a welcome.” Michael spoke up, his posture just as perfect as his father. Which left Dean a little suspicious, it wasn’t until then that he realized Chuck was a priest. “I hope you have no allergies.”

“Uh, thanks.” Dean nodded, taking the bag from the man. “I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam. Our dad’s taking a trip to his new job.”

“Hopefully we can have a better introduction soon, I’m on my way to my church.” Chuck spoke, motioning towards his simple dark car behind him. “I hope to see you three there sometime?”

“Our dad said we’re attending Thursdays.” Sam spoke up, watching the two with a careful eye.

“Perfect. Until next time.” Dean watched the men leave, something in his gut told him this wasn’t right. Something about them rubbed him the wrong way.

“I don’t like them.” Sam mumbled, picking up the forgotten box from the ground. “I don’t care what treats they bring.” Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, a little proud that his baby brother followed his own gut.

“Don’t worry Sammy, I don’t either.” Dean rustled Sam’s hair, ignoring the swat as his hand and reminder that his name is just Sam. “But hey, free banana Bread.” Dean grinned, glancing back at his brother he followed him into the new house.

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andersonfilms · 2 months

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TOUCHING YOURSELF!

series masterlist.

mdni. camgirl!abby x f!reader, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, light angst, !r avoiding abby like the plague, jesse cameo.

The college bar is no busier than it would have been any other thursday night. Any other night, you would have been able to handle the rowdy college kids, the old men checking out your ass with a lingering promise of a nightcap you would never attend but the promise of more kept the tips rolling into now deep pockets.

Two regulars going at it, again, leaving you and Jesse to split them up. Frank, the alcoholic with violent tendencies reaches for the visible switchblade attached to your carabiner. With a swat of his hand, Manny catches his limp wrist before shoving the chaotic pair outside.

God to honest truth, you should have been able to handle them on your own but your mind happens to be occupied elsewhere tonight.

You catch glimpses of her tonight. Abby’s tucked in the black leather booth, her laptop and books laid out in front of her. She insisted on coming here tonight, not caring to be alone in your shared apartment so there was no saying no to her sweet smile.

Soft, slushy braid lightly woven together, but it hardly held. Blonde strands framed her face beautifully, accentuating her soft jawline and supple cheeks. When she wasn’t looking, given you had a moment to breathe, you would take her in.

Abby sheds herself of her vest, a loose white button up disguises her figure along with the navy trousers fitting her loosely around her muscular thighs.

Adorable.

Quietly, you sport a smile, wishing it could be suppressed but it can’t.

It’s been a few weeks since that night. You’re sure you’ll never forget the way she moved, her beautiful hair you were goddamn obsessed with at this point, watching her hamstrings succumb to the pleasure, and the way her body writhed as she came. So, naturally, you hid here. With your loose lips, you were bound to spill.

But this? You couldn’t.

There wasn’t anyone you could talk about this with, especially not Abby. In your mind, you’ve run it over a few times, none of them end well. She’s always been a sensitive girl. Taking everything to heart since grade school. Her big heart remains on her sleeve and you adore her for it but now? It’s the demise of your doom.

You want to have her. It’s a craving in your blood, but you’d just tear her to pieces. So, what if she knew how to fuck? Emotionally, spiritually, mentally - you’d only ruin her into bits until she didn’t even know where you ended and she began. Abby being so woven in your day to day, the friendship the two of you shared, it’s all so complicated.

You did the only thing you know how to. Avoid.

Luckily enough for you, the first week is easy. Abby is busy enough with her schedule, the thought never even crosses her mind that you're avoiding her intentionally. Until you change the time you’re going to the gym, and you’re picking up extra shifts on the days you’re normally off. Still the saint she is, nothing is uttered. A hum, short and crisp with just a hint of disapproval laced in her tone.

She’s smart…careful.

Abby asks to come when she knows you’re unable to deny her request. Here you are, behind the bar, distracted. Again, with her nose buried in her books, pushing up her glasses to the bump in her nose ever so often. She sips the iced water, a lemon wedge and a couple cucumbers sinking to the bottom of the frosted glass. You offered her beer, something to help with her social anxiety but she refuses like she always does.

Need to keep my head clear, she says with a small smile.

Your shift is nearly over, thankfully. There’s a few stragglers in the bar, regulars who are often here every Thursday night make their way out as you clear off glasses, wiping down the countertop. Jesse’s words keep echoing in your brain.

“What’d you do to her?” Jesse raises his eyebrows, subtly nodding his head in Abby’s direction.

“Nothing! Why would you assume it’s me?” You shrug off as you make another cocktail for a woman tucked in the corner. “Because Abby’s as innocent as a fly. Some might find her annoying, but it’s her. Abby looks like a puppy who's been kicked. Stop being a dick to your girl.”

“She’s not my-” Jesse runs off before you can complete your sentence. Leaving you to huff alone, pouring another shot of tequila into the drink. “Fucking men…” You curse to yourself.

You waltz your way over, picking up her empty glass, removing the apron tied around your waist. “Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long, Abs.” The apology slips from your lips, but inwardly you find yourself apologizing for something else entirely, not that she would ever know that.

“It’s alright. I really don’t mind waiting. I, um, got some work done anyways. It felt good to get out of the house. Thanks for letting me tag along.” Fuck, she’s so sweet.

“You don’t have to thank me, loser.” You playfully wink, causing a light giggle. The tension in her shoulders dismisses as you help her pack her things. Instinctively, you wrap her books in your hold as she carries her bag.

The ride home is silent again, leaving room for your mind to wander. Your mind can’t help but end up here for the past week, occupying every second of every day. You ignore the wet patch forming beneath your trousers. The way your cunt is sticking to the fabric, your clit thumping its own heartbeat because of her.

Hardly do you sleep and if you do, you’re dreaming of your best friend. Sometimes, it’s delicate. Soft moments which feel like memories but more intimate. It’s Abby and you, hands cupping her jaw as the pad of your thumb soothes over her chin. Bottom lip tucked between both of hers as you savor her taste. Hints of raspberry balm and something minty invade your senses.

She’s perched on your lap, hips grinding into you as you slip your tongue inside her mouth. Exploring every inch of her, dominating her every step of the way. It’s almost harmless but it leads to more.

Just like tonight.

You’re able to sleep for once. Even if Abby and her perfectly sculpted, bare body is imprinted on your brain, you find rest. Or so you thought.

Really, you don’t know how you even got here. But she’s on top, the strap fucking up into her as she rides you like there’s no tomorrow. Abby’s freckled body facing away from you. Her palms resting on your strong hips, as she fucks down on to you.

The harness rubbing against your clit, watching the baby blue dildo sink into her aching hole as she chants your name like she’s praying to some god. Instead, it’s you. All she needs is you and fuck all you crave is her. There’s no one else nearly as special as her. The way she rides as if she was made for you, taking everything you have to offer, even when you thrust up into her, soft whimpers being pulled out of her each time.

The edges of her are blurry, she never turns around, but fuck can you feel her. Using you for own pleasure, not giving a single damn if it benefits you are not but fuck it does. It’s doing everything to you. From this alone, you could cum. You know you shouldn’t but you crave more. She’s a need that can’t be undone.

Desperately, you want to sink your teeth until all of her. Whatever she wants, you’ll do it. Even if it comes at the expense of your own sanity. God, you’re not careful enough to think about what it means and your hands speak for you on their own. Greedy palms reach out for her, needing to touch her and just as you do, reality sinks in.

Quickly sitting up in bed, realizing your alone, finally awake and fucking soaked. Blood rushes to your brain, your heart thumping. Unfortunately, sweat welcomes nearly every part of your body. You can feel damp hair sticking to for forehead as you feel utterly suffocated by the duvet.

You need to take care of this. She can’t know. She can never know.

The heavy heart beat in your chest, threatening to pump out, doesn’t stop. A sports bra clings to your sweaty chest as you attempt to catch your breath. Flashes of the dream plague your mind, intoxicating your brain with her. You see glimpses of her sparkling golden hair reflecting in the moonlight, entranced by the complete control she has over her body. Each moment calculated with purpose as she lets you fuck her.

With images of only her in mind, fingers sink deep within, a choked moan echoes out as you see the defined muscles in her back clench. You imagine the dream is real, it’s you taking what you please from her. It’s Abby sitting herself on your cock taking what she’s owed.

The thought alone has you slipping in another finger, severely lost in the thought of her, you’ve yet to clock your door open. Too lost in wondering how her face crumbled when she tumbles over the edge. Does she like to be fucked through her orgasm or does she prefer a gentle voice, whispering sweet affirmations in her ear? Both?

Curling your fingers into your g-spot, drenching your fingers as you find the one spot as you picture Abby, fucking herself on the dildo as it brings your closer to the edge. All you see is her and as much as you try to rid yourself of the thought, you can’t help how wet it’s making you.

Trying but utterly failing, you’re getting louder, incoherent moans tumblr before you can catch them. Soft whimpers as if you’re some sex deprived teenager rubbing your clit for the first time. It’s stupid, trivial, yet, you need this.

“Abby—” before you catch it, it falls from your lips. Tirelessly needy, you grab the vibrator from the drawer, bring the shaking toy to your puffy clit. Over-abused by your ministries but if you don’t finish, your actions are terrifying. The thought alone scares you.

“Please, Abs, I need you.” It’s then, you feel it. The tight band in your stomach being released from it’s strong hold. Deep pools of blue and golden waves haze your mind. As your eyes shut, you ride the wave as if you’re riding her.

As if she’s the one to bring you to completion, coaxing you with the soft rasp in her voice as sweet little nothings are whispering into your ear. It’s impossible to stop the way your body shakes, just when you watched her come undone the first time, you can’t stop it.

Maybe you would have if you’d know the truth.

Your blonde nerdy best friend wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. No.

Not when she leaned against the wall, your bedroom door opened as she got off along with you. Abby’s pussy swallowed her fingers as she pictured they were yours bringing her to the edge.

Fuck….No.

All the sins were piling up, and it was only a matter of time before it caught up to the both of you.

This is what roommates are for, right?