Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Dean gets protective and finds he’s got to keep an eye on you, something more coming out of it than expected.
Requested by @beauty-in-the-brkdwn: “Heya darlin!!! Is it okay if I make a request? 🤍 I was thinking about one for Dean, in which the reader gets kidnapped during a hunt by whatever you feel like for two days (“Two days too many” according to Dean) and after Dean and Sam finally find her, Dean has absent mindedly started making the reader sleep in his room with him. To keep an eye on her. He insists on taking the floor or the pull out couch but somehow always ends up spooning the reader (who he has put in his bed lol) because she’s still too far away. Because he of course blames himself for taking his eye off of her for too long during a hunt and then she was just gone. I feel like this easily has the potential to be angsty in a way but really, it’s up to you as long as there’s fluff/Dean being protective! Thank youuuuuu💕”
The hunt went wrong, it went fifty ways south of how the two of you had anticipated. You were staying at Bobby’s since that case had been in the next town over, saved yourselves that hassle of looking for a motel with a couple of vacant rooms to rent out. Sam had decided to stay back, more specifically, Dean had made that choice for him. He’d managed to break his arm a couple hunts ago, a real nasty werewolf that put up a good fight with the younger Winchester. You and Dean could pick up the slack of his absent help, you both would do fine.
Summary: Reader is on a hunt with Sam and Dean that brings back some dark memories. While trying to make sure the outcome they know doesn’t happen again, Reader gets themselves into an unfortunate situation and can only hope the brothers reach them before its too late.
Warnings: Childhood trauma, blood, mention of death, injury, hospital
Word count: 2,002
This is my first attempt at anything like this so feedback would be appreciated!
Summary: Reader is a PA on the set of Big Sky but there's one drawback to the job -- she's in love with it's main star, Jensen Ackles. With lines crossed will love find a way to triumph or will shattered hearts remain broken?
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x reader, Katherine Wynnick x reader (platonic), Danneel Ackles
Word Count: None, as always 🙄
Warnings: 🔞, Angst, SMUT, Language, Kissing, Choking, Hair pulling, Degradation, Fingering, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up kiddos!), Creampie, Happy ending 🤗 Goes without saying not to read this under the age of 18 🙄
HUGE shout-out to @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior for being my Beta and letting me bounce these ideas off you. I love you and appreciate you so much!! ❤️❤️
In case you missed out, the first part can be found here 👇
My heart and head were at complete odds with one another. Guilt, shame, lust, want, everything was blended together. I couldn't pinpoint how I felt one minute from the next. I'd successfully avoided just about everyone from set like the Bubonic Plague. I took jobs that were needed at night, long after the crew had called it quits until the next day's shooting. If anyone came knocking at my trailer, I didn't answer. I even shut my phone off. I would either stay buried under covers or just sit on the floor against the bedroom door as hot tears ran down my cheeks; a silent prayer to end the pain.
I had no right to feel the way I did because I had slept with a married man. Hiding only confirmed the guilt I felt. I sighed, leaning my head back against the door, reaching up to wipe my cheeks dry. A loud and deafening knock sounded against my bedroom window. Looking up, I could see Katherine's silhouette clearly visible through the frosted glass. Scrambling to my feet, I ran over and slid the pane back as far as it would allow before poking my head out and looking both ways as if I were getting ready to cross the street. Although, to Kat, I probably looked paranoid.
"Kat!! The FUCK are you doing out here?!", I whisper-yelled to her. She shot me a dark scowl, hands on her voluptuous hips encased in light denim jeans.
"Trying to find you! Your phone is shut off and you've got this place locked up tighter than Fort Knox. What was I supposed to do? Where have you been? What happened?!", she replied, throwing her hands up in the air, as if that would help her concern. I rolled my eyes and pointed behind me, realizing now I had no escape.
"I'll get the door but you can't be seen", I explained and disappeared to the front living room. Katherine shot me a questioning look but complied without a retort.
I opened the door, allowing her to slip inside before she rounded on me again, hands back on her hips.
"Spill. Right now. I'm not leaving until you do", Katherine demanded. I turned to her and could see her eyes soften at my appearance as she finally gave me a once over. Messy bun, baggy lounge pants, oversized shirt that was hanging off one shoulder.
"I just--I mean, I...we...", I stammered, twisting my fingers together as a wave of fresh tears filled my vision.
"You slept with Jensen, didn't you?", Katherine whispered in shock. I nodded feebly and she walked over to gather me in her arms. Heart wrenching sobs broke through the lump in my throat as I sank to the floor taking her with me. I cried for the love I felt for him. The family I potentially had destroyed. The affect this would take on Jensen's career. All of it.
"Honey, breathe. Just breathe. Take a breath or you're going to make yourself sick. Come on now", Kat said, rubbing my back in circles. I pulled myself up off the floor, my head swimming with raw emotion. My temples were pounding and out of nowhere my stomach chose to loudly growl. Katherine shot me a pointed look.
"Food, now. Shower after. Then you gotta come to set. The sound guy, Rick, needs an extra set of hands. Apparently, he's not too tech-savy", she explained with an eye roll. I gave her a watery chuckle and complied without complaint. Once I showered, dressed in tight leggings and a blue checkered flannel I felt slightly more human. I tossed my hair in a ponytail and made my way out to the living room. Katherine looked up from the magazine she was skimming through and smiled.
"There's my pretty gal. Let's go. We can grab a smoothie on the way from Martha's trailer", she said with a wink. I threw on my boots and slipped my phone into the breast pocket of my shirt and followed Katherine outside. I sighed heavily, my anxiety shimmering below the surface.
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Martha's was a few trailers down from mine and was the best cook I'd ever encountered. She handed Katherine and I a smoothie each with a little wave and we meandered over to the "Sheriff's office" trailer so I could help Rick.
I waved goodbye to Katherine and just as I got to the door of the trailer, a hand wrapped around my wrist and hauled me around the corner. My back slammed against the siding, a hand I recognized all too well clamping down over my mouth. A muscular arm encircled my waist, holding me in place as a jean covered thigh parted my own to press against my core. In thin leggings the pressure on my clit was almost too much and my eyes rolled back, a muffled moan pulling from my throat behind the hand that tried to silence me.
"Where. The. FUCK. Have. You. Been?!", Jensen growled down at me. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed his hand from my mouth, glaring up at him, my panties soaking through the material of my leggings.
"Look Johnny Bravo, just because you stuffed me with that Anaconda last week doesn't mean you get to demand anything from me. Especially not after you walked out and left me!", I whispered harshly, shoving him back a step.
"What exactly did you want me to do, Y/N? Stay and cuddle? Tell you I lo--", he started but stopped himself, his eyes growing wide. He surged towards me and before I could protest, he cradled my head in his hands and crashed his lips to mine.
"Jensen!", a distant voice called, breaking his hold on me. Katherine came around the corner and stopped short when she saw us, eyes flicking back and forth between us.
"Jensen, your wife is here to have lunch with you before we start filming. I suggest you make yourself scarce, Y/N", she stated and I silently slipped away, around the corner and into the trailer. Fuck, that's all I needed was Danneel here.
I tried to busy myself with Rick, helping him with switches, lighting and sound while the episode was being filmed. I refused to even look at Jensen, especially with Danneel flittering around set. Once the final shot was taken, Katherine walked over to me out of nowhere and grabbed my hand, hauling me out of the chair I was in. I barely had time to toss my headset and clipboard onto the seat.
Katherine pulled us into the Directors office, slamming and locking the door before shutting all the blinds. A desk lamp turned on somewhere behind me, encasing us in a warm glow. The glass from all the picture frames that were adorned around the office glittered at us and Katherine sat down on the edge of the desk before turning to give me a concerned look.
"Don't, Kat. I know what you're going to tell me. I already made my choice...I can't stay here", I said softly, hugging my frame. I felt nauseous. Like my legs had been kicked out from under me at my declaration. Katherine sighed audibly before responding.
"Leaving wasn't what I thought you were going to end with, Y/N. I understand if that's what you feel like you need to do but running won't solve anything".
"Kat, what choice do I fucking have?! I've potentially destroyed a family and a man's acting career in the span of an hour! Tell me what other option I have?!", I shouted, spreading my arms wide as tears ran down my face in hot trails.
"I wish I had the ability to decide for you but I don't. If you stay, World War 5 ensues....when you leave and he goes after you, it still ensues", Katherine explained. I stared at her in shock.
"Kat...", I said in a warning tone. "What do you know?".
"Jensen's in love with you, too. It's all over you both. Even when you aren't together. It doesn't take a blind man to see that", Katherine replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood to pace around the small office. "I see the way he looks at you. Talks to you. Talks about you to others...damn, he doesn't even talk about Danneel that way and they've been married forever now it seems like. Kids and all."
All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her as she hit me with a 2 x 4. She turned to me fully, uncrossing her arms to stand in front of me and cradled my face in her hands.
"This will be the scandal of a lifetime. People get divorced for all kinds of shit, even when kids are involved. Jensen married Danner out of convenience but they both played it off as love. You're his soulmate. She doesn't come close. Yes, he loves his kids more than life but you're the glue that holds that life together", she explained. I shook my head, more tears spilling from my lashes.
"It's not true, Kat. It can't be true", I whispered. "He would have told me by now".
"Haven't you figured it out yet? He put you through school, bought you that BMW you're driving, always calls you to come for family gatherings, always calls you to watch the kids. Even his family knows he's in love with you ", Katherine countered. I felt even more humility at the fact I was the last one to know it all and gently pulled away from her, leaving the office with a quiet click of the door.
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2 weeks later...
Rain hit my living room window in harsh splatters, water sloshing against the sill to pool on the grass below. Georgia storms were a bitch. I turned away from the window, Moses, my dalmatian, hot on my heels. Entering the kitchen, I was halfway to reaching a mug from the cupboard above the stove when a hefty knock sounded on the front door.
Moses started barking and I softly silenced him with a hand to his back before walking over to the door and wrapping my sweater around me more firmly. Through the peep hole, I stared in momentary shock and confusion.
I stepped back, not daring to let my presence be known until I shot Moses a half look of irritation at his previous barking.
"Y/N! Open up! Now!", Jensen screamed on the other side, banging his fist against the door even louder. Anger raced through my blood as I suddenly unlocked the door and wrenched it open. Jensen was soaked from head to toe, his light colored locks slicked back, suddenly reminding me of Dean Winchester in the shower. His jacket clung to him, water dripping onto the front porch in a puddle around his boots.
"What the actual FUCK, you goddamn neanderthal?! I have neighbors you stupid fuck! What the hell are you even doing here and why aren't you at Big Sky?", I shouted at him, shoving him square in the chest. Before I could answer, Jensen charged forward and past me into the house, damn near startling Moses as he made room for the man.
Jensen toed off his boots and shrugged his jacket off, hanging it on the wall and I glared at the sodden article of clothing as it dropped water on the rug below.
"I think you know why. You fucking leave set without even talking to anyone! No one knew where you were except Kat and she definitely wasn't talking. You don't answers calls or emails from me and I almost threatened to call the cops to call out an APB on your fucking ass to find you!", Jensen said, pacing around the living room and running his hands through his wet hair in irritation.
Seeing him so out of sorts, so upset and confused, irritated, caused my thighs to press themselves together under the sweater I wore, realizing I wore nothing else underneath it. My body chose that particular moment to betray me, my thighs growing damp with arousal and my clit throbbing.
Jensen suddenly stopped pacing holes in my living room floor and stared at me, eyes raking over my half naked form, making me squirm under his gaze.
"You're in love with me". A statement and a powerful one at that. I stared at him in shock, not daring to confirm or deny it. He stepped closer and I instinctively stepped back, my back hitting the wall. Another step and liquid heat gathered around my clit and it took all my energy not to rub my thighs together just to feel some relief.
Another step. Jensen was well within arms reach but instead of reaching out to touch me, he pulled his shirt from his pants, tossing it over his head onto the floor. His muscular chest and shoulders on display had me whimpering.
Another step and he was only inches apart. I could feel his breath drifting across my cheek, ghosting over my hair. He lifted a hand and without any skin to skin contact, pulled the sweater from my body, exposing my naked form to his eyes. I automatically tried to covered myself up but his hand shot out to my wrist, halting my movements.
I dared to look up at him and my breath hitched at the pained and hungry look in his eyes, pupils blown so wide the jade had all but disappeared.
"J, please, I don't --", but my words were cut off by the crashing of lips on mine. His tongue pushed it's way past my lips without permission in a claim that stole my breath and had my brain malfunctioning.
"Bedroom. Now", he growled and picked me up, the motion causing my legs to wrap around his waist. I continued to kiss him mercilessly as he rounded the corner and into the bedroom, kicking the door closed. Moses could be heard whining behind the door but my brain barely registered the sound.
Jensen tossed me down into the bed, glaring down at me as he shed his remaining clothes. His narrow waist gave way to the cock that was painfully hard between his legs; long, thick, the tip red and dripping with precum down the shaft.
"Open those pretty thighs, Y/N. Don't make me ask you twice", Jensen said gruffly, his large palms helping to aide in parting my legs. His eyes raked over my form like a lovers hand, stopping at my pussy. I knew he could see my slick, just as I could feel it running down my ass onto the bed. He got down on his knees, shoulders roughly parting my legs farther and lowered his lips to my clit, sucking it between his teeth to flick his tongue against it.
My back arched as I grabbed handfuls of bedding and let out a pornographic moan. Jensen brought a hand to my stomach, holding my lower body in place as he devoured my clit, his other hand stuffing two thick fingers into my dripping channel and curling them. I screamed, my hands shooting to his hair, tugging harshly as my orgasm washed over me in waves. My thighs tightened around his head but he shoved himself forward to hold them open and thirst his fingers in and out of my squelching cunt.
My brain was nonfunctional at this point. Fucked braindead by just his fingers as I felt the coil rebuilding. Tears gathered at my lash line behind closed eyes, my breathing becoming more labored, my skin coated with sheen.
"Jensen, please!", I screamed, and suddenly he withdrew his hands from me, roughly rolling me onto my stomach. Crawling above me, he parted my thighs and slid his cock home to the hilt, one hand lacing his fingers with mine and the other grabbing a handful of my hair to hold me in place.
His thrusts were bruising, demanding, the vein at the side of his cock stroking my sensitive walls with each push and pull. I kicked my legs from underneath him but all it did was spur his movements. Letting go of my hair he grabbed a throw pillow and shoved it under my hips, angling them upwards and causing his cock to sink so deep it was damn near soul piercing.
I screamed into the mattress, kicking my legs again as my cunt clamped down on his cock and drenching it down to his hips.
"Good girl...good fucking girl. You like how I stretch you? Stuff you so full of me you'll never remember anyone else?", Jensen whispered harshly, grabbing my hips now with both hands and fucking his cock brutally inside me. "Answer me. Use your words, Princess".
Turning my head I moaned out a 'yes' as best as my head and voice would allow but it was almost inaudible.
"What's the matter, baby? So fucking cockdumb you can't talk? Brain empty?", Jensen mocked, pulling me up onto all fours and hitting my cervix so hard that I saw stars, gripping his cock like a vice and screaming into the empty room, my voice echoing around the four walls.
Jensen's stamina was definitely something to behold. He molded my body into any position he wanted, pulling orgasm after orgasm from me. He rolled me onto my back from the side position we had been in, his cock slowly stretching my sensitive cunt. Inch after inch. He maneuvered my legs up.around his waist and pinned my arms over my head with one hand, the other snaking to where our bodies were joined to rub harsh circles over my clit.
I arched into him, breasts pillowing against his chest as his lips covered mine to swallow my cries. My release coated his cock, my vision going white as he still his hips finally unloading the hot come from his balls. I felt the warmth spread in my abdomen like wild fire as rope after rope coated my walls, my womb.
At this point I was so overworked, so overly stimulated and sensitive that all I could do was lay there as he pulled out, the mixed liquid of his come and mine seeping out of me.
Jensen circled himself around me, lips pressing to my temple as he struggled to catch his breath.
"I love you, Y/N. We'll figure this out, baby...I promise. Just stay with me, Princess", he whispered.
I prayed with all my might that he was right. I couldn't see the future but I knew what I wanted and when World War 5 hit, I'd be armed and ready.
Summary: Reader is a PA on the set of Big Sky and falls in love with Jensen - who is married. Will she give in to her feelings and destroy a relationship or hide them and risk destroying herself?
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x reader, Katherine Wynnick x reader (platonic)
Word Count: 🙄
Warnings: 🔞, Angst, SMUT, Language, Kissing, Hair pulling, Choking, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Degradation, Unprotected sex (slap a rubber on that shit), Cream pie. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18. This was LONG, whew!
**This is no way shape or form against Dani so don't you all dare come at me sideways**
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The trailer I was placed in was too small for my liking. Sure, it was roomy enough in its own way but I completely distasted the kitchen. Not to mention everything was white. No color, no personality to the place. Just generic scenic photos hanging in random places on the walls. Sipping on the tea I made, I meandered to the living room and sat down on the couch.
Sitting in silence, my thoughts raced at how I ended up here. My good friend Katherine Wynnick had called me to explain Big Sky needed an extra PA on set. I was reluctant...and for good reason. I had been in love with Jensen Ackles for years despite him being married with three kids. He'd been a wonderful friend to me; supporting me through school, inviting me to his family functions, even babysitting for him and Danneel when they needed a date night. In truth, I wasn't Jensen's type. Not by my standards. I was the epitome of "Plain Jane" - long dark hair, no make up, kept parts of my body hidden behind leggings and flannel shirts. It was dangerous...these feelings. I kept them locked away but they still made me feel like a homewrecker and I'd never touched the guy.
I ran my fingers through my dark hair, sighing against the squelch of faux leather under me. A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought and I was almost relieved at the distraction. I got up, unlocking the latch without even checking to see who it was.
Katherine stepped into the living room in all her curvy glory with a wide smile. As breathtaking as she is it's hard not to love her. Her bubbly personality is infectious. She donned a pair of black jeans, red leather jacket and her blonde locks were slightly curled.
"You ready for today? We need you to help with make up", she said, grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring herself what was left of the tea I made. I stilled my movements at the sink and she chuckled. "You'll be fine, lovely. No worries. Come on, let's do something with your hair".
"Kat, this a bad idea", I muttered as she pulled me into the bathroom. She rolled her azule eyes at me as she rummaged around under the sink for the curling iron before plugging it in. "I don't belong here".
"That's equivocally false. Bullshit at its finest. You're the best PA around these parts, Y/N. Don't sell yourself short on your talent", Katherine explained, adding some curl to my hair and finally putting some light touches of hairspray to finish. Her words did little to reassure my constricting heart that was threatening to burst from my chest.
I followed her through the trailer, pausing to throw on my ankle boots and grabbing my phone and keys from the coffee table. "You know what I mean", I said softly.
Katherine turned to me, eyes softening at my indirect confession. She was the only one who knew my secret. Her eyes studied me, head tilted in a silent regard.
"Yes, I know what you mean. I can't tell you how to proceed, unfortunately. I don't have that ability. Your choices are your own but I will say this...crossing that line means never coming back from it. You'll have to prepare yourself for the massive fall out. It'll be like World War 5", she explained, taking my hand and giving it a slight squeeze. I nodded, blinking rapidly against the tears that threatened to fall and following her out the door.
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It was a short walk to the other side of the set where the make up trailer was housed. Katherine and I stopped for coffee first at the front office, grabbing one for Jensen. I steeled my nerves as I followed Katherine up the stairs and into the double wide trailer.
My eyes immediately found Jensen, who was fully dressed in his Beau get up and sitting in the make up chair with a smile as bright as the sun plastered to his face at something Mark, another PA, was telling him. His forrest green eyes found mine and he lifted a hand to wave me over. I forced my legs to move as I walked to stand a few feet from him as Katherine sat next to Mark.
"Mornin', darlin'. Thanks for the caffeine boost", Jensen said, his deep southern drawl dripping over my senses like warm honey. I shivered as I handed him the coffee, our fingertips touching. The electric shock had me recoiling my hand, rubbing my palm onto my thigh. I forced a smile and motioned for him to sit back down so I could fuck with his hair.
I stood behind him, refusing to meet his gaze. Even in my peripheral as I moved hair products around, I could see him watching me. I knew my cheeks were flushed, I could feel the heat. I new my panties were damp, could feel my slick oozing into the fabric. I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath.
"You're quiet today, Y/N. Talk to me", Jensen said. It wasn't an ask. It was an order. The domineering tone sent more slick into my panties and I tried to shuffle my weight to the opposite foot to offset the feeling.
"I'm ok, J. Tired is all", I muttered, running hair gel between my fingers and gently combed it through his light brown locks. Once I had it styled to my liking, I stepped back for him to get up. I moved around him to the opposite side of the chair to reorganize the hair products on the counter. As I was putting products away and wiping the counter down, I didn't notice Katherine and Mark leaving, trapping me alone in the trailer with Jensen until the sound of a door closing snapped me out of my task. Jensen stood at the door, hand on the lock before turning it. He walked around the trailer, shutting all the blinds.
Oh, fuck.
My eyes flew everywhere but there was no back door. Nowhere for me to avoid him. Standing in the center of the room, Jensen shed his jacket and tossed it on the couch. He turned to me, arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest, the fabric of the button up stretching over muscle. His stance reminded me so much of Soldier Boy that I almost burst into hysterics but the look on his face had me locking my jaw in place.
"Now. Tell me what's wrong. I know you. You're never quiet", he said. Again, he wasn't asking. I put my hands into the back of my jeans pockets, the motion causing my breasts to lift against the low cut shirt I was wearing under my dark red flannel. Jensen's eyes dropped at the movement and my cheeks heated once again.
"Nothing, J. I'm ok. I told you, I'm tired", I said, moving to walk by him. His hand shot out, his long and thick fingers wrapping around my biceps to haul me flush against the wall. His muscular chest cushioned against my breasts as a jean clad thigh parted my own, pressing against my core.
"Don't. Lie. To me", Jensen replied, lifting a hand and forcing my chin up to look at him. I forced my eyes to remain down cast. "Look at me, goddamnit", he growled, anger seeping into his voice. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his and damn near stopped breathing at what I saw. His pupils we're blown so wide, I could barely see the ring of green. His own breathing was shallowed.
"J, please...", I whispered. "I'm ok. I promise. Don't worry about me..."
"Don't worry? Are you fucking serious right now, Y/N? I've known you half your life. I know everything about you. I do worry", Jensen stated, his thigh pressing harder against my core. I couldn't hold back the moan that left my lips as I closed my eyes. I tried but feeling him against me this way was more than I could take, my nails digging into his forearm that was around my waist.
Jensen chuckled knowingly, grinding his hips further into me and I looked up at him from under my lashes. I felt dirty, guilty and turned on beyond words. I shouldn't be where I am. He shouldn't be here either but the magnetic pull I had to him wouldn't budge.
"This is why...", Jensen trailed in realization. I frowned up at him in momentary confusion before he continued. "This why you've been quiet, distant. Not just today. It's why you wont look at me. You've closed in on yourself because you want something. Something you can't have. Something that's not yours". Hot tears spilled down my cheeks in humility as I looked down at his chest.
I wanted to run and hide. To sink to my knees and cry for all the pain I felt, of what I knew I would cause if things went further. A hand under my chin forced me to look up again but I saw nothing through my tears and when full lips descended upon mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as if my life depended on it. Those full lips were pillowy soft and took what they wanted; tongue rasping over mine to taste what was there. I raised my leg against Jensen's hip, holding him to my body and grinding myself on his thigh.
Jensen's lips trailed hot kisses down my jaw, down my neck and stopping to suck at the tops of my breasts just above the fabric of my shirt. I tilted my head back against the wall, raising my eyes to the ceiling but it's not like I could see much. My vision was blurry from tears and arousal as I pressed harder to his thigh, the seam of my jeans rubbing my clit in such a way if I kept up my ministrations, I'd be coming.
"J, we need to stop", I said, trying to push him off me. "Please, I just--" and everything went white as I suddenly came, a large hand shooting up to cover my mouth so I could scream out my release.
"Atta girl. Come for me. Come on my thigh", Jensen's voice full of encouragement. I dropped my leg from his hip as he stepped back from me, running his fingertips down my cheek while I struggled to catch my breath and regain my composure. "We're far from done", he added before leaving the trailer without a look back.
What the hell?
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Nighttime was an enemy if I ever saw one. Tangled in the silk sheets of my bed, my hand shoved between my thighs to try and sate the ache I felt from earlier that morning. My fingers were nothing compared to what Jensen's would feel like...
Long, thick and scissoring me open as his thumb swiped over my clit causing me to arch up off the bed as I came...
The loud and boisterous knock on the trailer door startled me out of my reverie and I shot out of bed, my t-shirt barely covering my ass. I poked my head around the doorframe of my bedroom, seeing Jensen's silhouette outside the door.
Angrily, I marched to the door, throwing it open and all but pulling him inside by his jacket. He chuckled as he stepped into the living room before locking the door behind me.
"You stupid fuck, do you have any idea what time it is?!", I all but screamed. "It's 2am, you dumbass. What are you doing here?". Jensen threw his jacket on the couch and toed off his boots before running his tongue over his teeth and gave me a pointed look.
"That's twice now in 30 seconds you've called me stupid and dumb. Do it again and I'll fuck the attitude out of you", he said, voice clipped, pointing at me.
"Promises, promises. All I see you doing is running your mouth like you always do", I replied, turning on my heel to leave but before I made it back to the bedroom an arm wrapped itself around my waist and I was flipped onto the couch, landing on my back. The action caused my shirt to bunch at my waist, exposing my still sodden pussy to Jensen's heated gaze.
"You fucking brat", he growled, a hand coming to wrap around my throat, the other delved between my thighs, fingers sweeping through my folds. "Oh, Princess, you're fucking soaked. All this for me?". I couldn't find my voice to answer. All I could do was tip my head back into the cushion and scream as Jensen shoved his shoulders between my thighs to wrap his lips around my overly sensitive clit while shoving two thick fingers inside me to the knuckle.
My hands gripped tightly to his once neat locks as his fingers worked at a bruising pace inside me. They curled against the spongy spot just behind my navel and I opened my lips on a silent cry as my orgasm hit me. My thighs tensed, caging his head between them in a vice as he sucked my clit harder, fingers thrusting faster.
"Come again for me, Princess. Do it now", Jensen whispered harshly against my clit before going back to sucking and flicking his tongue against it. I wrapped my legs around his back, locking my ankles together, pulling his hair harder as I came again, this time more powerfully. My back arched to the point of near pain as my pussy clenched down on his fingers. I bit my lip so hard to keep from screaming that I tasted metal.
Jensen moved up to stand, removing his shirt and jeans, tossing them to the floor. I barely had time to appreciate the muscular planes of his body before he forced his hips between my thighs and shoved his cock inside me to the hilt as I was still trying to come down from my high, orgasmic tremors still racing through my veins.
I tossed my head back, nails raking down his arms, leaving red welts in their wake as Jensen's lips attached themselves to the bottom of my neck where it met my shoulder and sucking a bruise to life.
"Is this what you wanted all this time? Huh? To be my filthy little cock sleeve? My side slut? My fucktoy?", Jensen said harshly between thrusts that were to the point of bruising. His hands encircled my hips, fingers gripping into the flesh as he railed my cervix so hard the throw pillow above my head fell off the couch.
"J, please, please...I just--fuck!", I said hoarsely, a large hand leaving my hip to slap over my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I screamed, my orgasm flashing white behind closed eyes. My pussy clamped down on Jensen's cock, my release causing him to reangle his hips and hit impossibly deeper, fingers of one hand trailing down to rub circles over my clit. My eyes shot open at the feeling of his cock head hitting my cervix and outlining behind my navel almost protruding through the skin. Jensen brought a hand to the bulge of his cock that he could feel behind my stomach, grinning.
"That's right, baby...beg and plead all you want...cry for me. Scream for me. I'm going to fill you up so full that your pussy will be leaking for days", his voice harsh with pleasure, hips still snapping in tandem with my whimpers and moans. "Fuck...so tight...so goddamn tight--Christ!".
The coil that I was desperately hanging onto snapped at his declaration. I screamed behind his hand, tears running down my cheeks and into my hair as my orgasm slaughtered me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Jensen's thrusts became lazy, sloppy as I clenched around his cock before he finally stilled to spill rope after hot rope of come inside my waiting body.
My limbs were heavy, my hands leaving his shoulders and legs to slip from around his waist as he slowly pulled his cock from my body. I winced at the sensitivity of it and as he moved away to enter the bathroom in my bedroom, I turned my head into the cushion and squeezed my eyes shut as more tears leaked through my lashes. A soothing cloth between my legs had me turning my head back to Jensen and the look in his eyes was unreadable. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over me as he started collecting his clothes.
I sat up, almost cringing at the soreness I felt. Now fully clothed, Jensen crouched down in front of me, fingertips ghosting over my cheek before leaning in to press his lips to my forehead in a silent 'goodbye' and stood at full height to walk to the door. I refused to look at him, knowing what I would see.
The silence in the trailer was defeating as the door closed quietly in his wake...
Summary: Jensen and Y/N are moving things to the bedroom.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. Oral (f receiving) some mild dirty talk. virgin!reader. age gap.
Pairings: Jensen x Y/N
Word Count: 2,503
A/N: So, this will continue on from:
If You Teach a Girl to Kiss...
...She'll Be Back to Learn About Hickeys
Teaching How to Touch
I'll be continuing to progress through Jensen and Y/N's evening together and touching on some of the other specifics that the lovely @kayyay1219 requested. Stay tuned for all the lessons! 😜
Hope you all enjoy!
A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.
The beautiful dividers both below and at the bottom were created by @firefly-graphics
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I took a deep, shuddering breath. “Jensen, that was…” I shook my head, words eluding me. “It was…”
“Just the beginning, baby.” Jensen promised, with a smile against my skin.
He pulled back slightly and caught my eye. “Or, if you want, it can be the end. It’s up to you.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not ready for things to end.”
Jensen’s smile was sexy and inviting. “Then let’s go to the bedroom, sweetheart.”
I nodded shyly and let Jensen help me stand up. He kept hold of my hand and led me down the hallway to his room.
When we entered, I looked around, noting that the décor was masculine and warm, muted colors and natural fabrics, very Jensen. It was softly lit, just a couple of lamps giving off a soft yellow glow, and it made for a very romantic atmosphere. Like the rest of his apartment, his bedroom was neat without being pristine, and I was immediately put at ease, welcomed.
Jensen closed the door softly and then turned me so he could press me against the wall and capture my lips in a slow, languid kiss. When he pulled away, his face was serious and for just a moment, it worried me a little. Had I made a mistake, done something wrong? But his next words made warmth and peace flood through me.
“Y/N, before we go any further, I need you to know that I care about you very much. I care about your needs, and I want to make you feel good, make you hot and desperate for me.” His voice was low and husky, and definitely increased my desperation for him. “But more importantly, sweetheart, I care about you feeling comfortable and safe. So, I want you to know up front, that no matter what you say, or what I say, no matter what we do or don’t do, no matter how far we’ve already gone, the power to stop things immediately, will always rest in your hands. You say the word, and that’s it, we stop.”
I felt my heart tug and any tiny feelings of apprehension that had remained, dissolved completely. This was the man I wanted to take my virginity; I couldn’t have fantasized a more perfect first time, or a more perfect person to teach me and lead me through it all.
I smiled widely. “Thank you.” I said quietly, not knowing how else to convey my appreciation of his considerate words and assurances.
But Jensen just shook his head, as he pressed closer and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “No need for thanks, sweetheart; there are things I’m gonna do to you tonight that’ll make you say ‘thank you sir, I’d like some more’,” he smiled wickedly at his cocky promise, “but just being a decent human being isn’t one of them.”
I nodded breathlessly, completely captivated by the sinful thoughts I could see swirling in his mossy green eyes.
Jensen spoke softly as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, taking my hands in his. “Now, what I’ve taught you so far, the kissing…” he dipped his head to kiss me briefly before moving his lips to my neck, “...the hickeys...”
He nibbled at my skin and his scruffy cheeks made me let out a breathless giggle that turned into an equally breathless moan as he moved his hand to push against my core.
“The touching, the grinding…” His voice got raspy and his breathing got slightly more shallow as he continued. “...the over-the-clothes petting - all of those things could be classified as just general making out.”
I nodded, trying to follow what he was saying, but in truth I was too focused on the way his big hand cupped my covered pussy so well, so perfectly. I tried to subtly push down against it, but he pulled it away and I whined.
He grinned at my neediness, continuing on with his lesson. “But now, I wanna teach you about foreplay.”
He popped open the button of my jeans, pausing for a second before ever so slowly lowering my zipper. “Foreplay is about teasing, tempting. It’s about promises of what’s to come.” He slowly slid a warm hand under the waistband of my panties, and I let out a choked cry as his fingers found my slit and swept through the slick I could feel gathering there.
“It’s about hinting at what to expect, fueling a fire in your partner so that they’re dizzy with wanting you,” He gently slid his middle finger past my entrance, and then moved it in and out of my body causing me to thump my head back against the wall and grab hold of his thick wrist with my two hands, my lips parted, panting softly.
“Do you want me, Y/N?” Jensen whispered roughly in my ear. I nodded wildly and then let out a keening moan as he pushed in a second finger, filling me up and stretching me wider. Then he curled his fingers forward as though he was beckoning me onward towards madness and he hit a spot inside me that had white dots appearing behind my eyelids, and I practically screamed before biting down on my lip to silence myself.
But Jensen increased the pace of his fingers and pressed against the spot again. “No, don’t hold back, sweetheart. Go ahead and scream for me, baby.” He said, as he began to circle his thumb on my clit. I grabbed hold of his arms for balance as I stood on tiptoe, trying to find some reprieve from the torturous pleasure he was dragging out of my body. I dug my nails into his hard tricep muscles, and finally gave up trying to censor myself.
Strangled cries of pleasure erupted from my throat as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of my tight, wet channel. When I was moments away from coming on his hand, he pulled away, taking his hand out of my panties and bringing it to his lips. I could see the glistening slick that covered his thick fingers and moaned deeply as he proceeded to suck up every drop.
“Mmm…” He licked his lips. “Foreplay is also about creating anticipation, and I’m telling you that fingering you now, getting this small taste of you, fuck baby, it’s got me dying to bury my cock so deep inside you. But first, I need to taste more of you.”
He pulled me over to his big king sized bed, and stood me beside it. He unbuttoned my top shirt button before looking me in the eye, clearly asking if it was okay to keep going.
“Yes, take it off.” I answered his unspoken question. “I…I want to feel your hands on my bare skin.”
I didn’t know where the boldness came from, but I could see how it made Jensen’s eyes darken; only small rings of jade circled his blown pupils as he slowly but surely, opened every button, pushing the shirt from my shoulders when he was done.
“Where do you want my hands, sweetheart?” He asked, brushing his fingers featherlight across my lower abdomen. “Here?”
He moved his hands to my shoulders and scraped calloused palms over them as he pushed down my bra straps. “Or maybe here?”
He slipped his arm around to my back and made quick work of the hooks on my bra; they gave way easily and the lacy undergarment slid off my body, exposing me to his heated gaze.
“I’ll tell you where I want my hands.” He said as he dragged his blunt nails over the soft sides of my breasts, before reaching the front and palming them both in his massive hands. “Right here.”
He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I felt an electric shock flow straight to my cunt, causing me to clench my core muscles, and I realized for the first time how desperately I wanted to be filled. Then he dipped his head and sucked my nipple and half my tit into his mouth, sucking deeply and making me thrust my hands into his hair and tug harshly. He grunted and I held him tight to me, as he continued to suck, and lick and nibble at the sensitive skin.
Finally he pulled away and stepped back. I was about to complain, but then he crossed his arms and grabbed hold of the waistband of his navy blue henley, pulling it from his body in one smooth motion. I sighed deeply as I took in the splendor of his bare, lightly freckled torso.
His muscles were broad and thick, and I took a step forward so that I could splay my hands on his pecs, biting into my lip as I pressed my fingers into the hard muscle and taut skin there. I trailed my right hand down over his flat, slightly softer belly, rasping my nails through the line of coarse hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
I popped open the button on his jeans as he had mine, but he caught my wrist and held it fast. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He said with a smile. “You get your hands and that hot little mouth on me, and this night might end quicker than we’d like.”
He put his hands to my waist and tossed me backwards onto the bed, and I let out a wholly indignant squeal. Jensen chuckled as he fell on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows. “Now I gotcha right where I wantcha” He said with a wink.
I laughed at his lascivious expression and pulled him to me for a kiss. He pulled my tongue into his mouth and immediately started sucking on it, before licking up into me, sliding his velvety tongue along the roof of my mouth.
He pulled back only to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat and then over my chest. He stopped to lavish attention on each breast, licking and sucking at me until I was just a writhing mess, arching into his mouth, and trying to press my needy core upwards to gain some friction against the hard thigh he had shoved between my legs.
Finally, he continued his journey down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button and swirling it there, as his hands grabbed the sides of my jeans and underwear and yanked them down and off. I was slightly shy and covered myself up with my hands, pushing my knees together.
Jensen ran his hands gently over my thighs and looked down at me from where he kneeled between my calves. “Do you wanna stop, sweetheart?” He asked. “Or do you just need some time?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t wanna stop, but I…I’m nervous.” I blushed profusely. “What if…I mean, what if I don’t taste…good, or I don’t know, smell weird or something.”
Jensen smiled softly, reassuringly. “Every woman tastes different, some more tangy, some sweeter, but I already sampled you baby, and I promise, you taste sweet and delicious.” He inhaled deeply through his nose. “And you smell like sex and temptation sweetheart, have since the very first time I met you.”
I giggled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to tell me that I’ve been tempting you for months while I sat around thinking I had no chance, just lusting after you?”
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Have you been lusting after me all this time, baby?”
“Yes.” I answered succinctly, shaking my head at our foolishness. “Why did it take us this long to do something about our mutual problem?”
Jensen laughed, and the deep rich sound warmed my whole body, and eased my knees open. “I don’t know,” he said, bending my legs, and pushing my knees wide, “but let’s not waste any more time. What do you say?”
I licked my lips and nodded, pulling my hands away from myself. Jensen’s jaw clenched in an incredibly sexy way as he stared at my soaked folds, and his voice was like smooth chocolate as he spoke.
“God damn, Y/N, this weeping little pussy of yours is about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I noticed that his Texan drawl tended to pop out more when he was talking dirty and I absolutely loved it.
He laid out flat on the bed, his broad shoulders keeping my legs pushed open easily. I could feel his warm breath against me just before he dipped his tongue into my slit to kitten lick my clit, forcing my hips to rear up off the bed, as a shocked, heated shout erupted out of me.
“Holy fuck!”
Jensen just chuckled low and wrapped his arm around my thigh so he could press his hand against my stomach to keep me in place while he began feasting in earnest. He started slow, licking long stripes through my pussy, his wide tongue lapping up every drop of slick that gathered there.
Soon though, he brought his free hand up so he could hold my lips open with two fingers, while he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across my clit, before he began to spear my entrance with it, pushing into me very shallowly, teasing me and tormenting me.
“Jensen, please!” I moaned out as I tugged on his hair. “Please!”
But he was relentless, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm over and over before backing off and moving his luscious mouth to a less sensitive area, nibbling at my upper thighs, or pressing kisses into the crease where my leg meets my hip.
I was close to shedding tears of need when he gave in at last; and when he finally decided to put an end to the torture, my climax was almost immediate. He pulled my clit between his swollen, pink lips, sucked hard, and I screamed, falling endlessly over the edge into ecstasy as he kept it going, prolonging the high with his magical lips and tongue.
Shuddering so hard my teeth almost rattled, the last spasms of my climax rolled over me as Jensen moved up my body to lay alongside me. He pressed petal soft kisses against my temple and swept his hand gently up and down my torso. He whispered sweet praises and endearments against the shell of my ear as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
Finally, when I could breathe again, I turned my head to look up into his stunningly gorgeous green eyes. “That was unbelievable.” I said in wonder.
“Good.” He said, his smile bright, before he leaned down to kiss me softly. When he pulled back, I decided to try out some of my new found confidence and boldness as I cupped my hand around the massive bulge that was pushing against the front of his jeans.
“Teach me how to make you feel the same?”
1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.
@lyarr24
@siospins2
@impalaslytherin
@maggiegirl17
@akshi8278
@candy-coated-misery0731
@nt-multi-fandom
@deanswaywardgirl
@slytherinlyn314
@globetrotter28
@jensensgirl
@perpetualabsurdity
@tristanrosspada-ackles
@djs8891
@muhahaha303
@kayyay1219
@emily-winchester
@recoveringpastaaddict
@mimaria420
@sacriceria
3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.)
@sunshineandwings86
@kazsrm67
@sexyvixen7
4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well)
Summary: It’s only you and Dean for the hunt. Sharing a motel room is not the best, but it’s a must, so you sleep in the same room as Dean for the first time. But Dean is a man of routine, and he cannot function without his coffee. Fed up with how long it takes him, you act like a brat to piss him off, only… Dean has no patience in the morning. Especially when you walk naked in front of him.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count: 5k
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, bondage, overstimulation, masturbation, shower masturbation, use of sex toys, teasing, grumpy Dean
Square: Coffee for @mfbingo
A/n: I got this idea while looking at the gif below… Enjoy! Feedbacks are appreciated!!
the last character saved in your photos is who you have to kiss under the mistletoe. Who is it?
I’ll go first.
Tagging @blizzspeaks @meisterdani @ysmmsy @beefybuckrrito @radiantheartbeat @navybrat817 @everything-burns-down @dreamerglassesgirl @evangeliamerryll @buckys-metal-arm and anyone else who wants to play :)
Hello there all! Thanks for the tag @mishapocalyse this is the last pic in my Tumblr folder...and I would do way more than kiss him under the mistletoe 🤭
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