cockwarming older!dean while he works in the bunker library. its cold and the only thing keeping your warm is his body heat and his cock keeping you full. his free hand rubbing your bare thigh and stomach every now and then you feel his stubble on your shoulder when he kisses your shoulder blade, a little squeeze to your tit. you feel butterflies every time he does anything; fixing his glasses that keep sliding down the bridge of his nose, licking his finger before he flips a page, taking a sip of his whiskey,
every time you move he pinches you, mainly your nipple, maybe even a small smack on your hip. it gets to the point where he just bends you over the books and lap top pounding into you.
$ log - getting touchy-drunk with jake gray; he's always keen to please you, accept all your actions, no matter his own state.
$ warn --nsfw --dubcon(mild) --dom!afab!reader --sub!jake --riding --intox(alc) --youre-slightly-less-drunk --worship --p-in-v --praise
$ cd masterlist / jensen-ackles
you and jake have been close friends in college, scoring all the modules and parties. now, whiskey-induced and pulled into a dark corner of the house, the world's spinning so fast, you can barely stand.
you're straddling his lap on the floor, grinding your soaking pussy against his cock, while the muffled bass of the party thumps in your ears.
eyes glazed and unfocused from the heavy alcohol shots, jake's a fucking mess. his voice cracks, "fuck, baby — you're so fucking — god —" his hands are clumsy, wandering all over like he's trying to memorise your skin.
"you're so naughty, jake," you whisper, voice dripping with a condescending, drunken sweetness that makes hi head spin even harder. "all that staring, watching me during classes like a little creep — y'wanted this so bad, yeah?"
he lets out a choked pathetic sound, his eyes rolling back as the drinks and the filth of your words hit him all at once. "baby, just shut up, please," he stammers, his words slurring as he tries to pull you closer.
his hands are everywhere, bruising your chest and fumbling desperately to rub your clit, his coordination completely shot. he's practically worshipping you — head nestled to your shoulder as he whimpers with each roll, his breath hot.
"just fucking take it," he groans, messily guiding your hips to sink even deeper, "take all o' me, god — take it, please —"
you let out a mocking laugh, as you leaned in to lick the sweat from his temple, lips grazing a chaste kiss. you grab his hand, forcing his trembling fingers to press hard against you clit, making him whine so loud it almost drowns out the party's music.
he's not even trying to fight the spinning room, just letting you dictate every fucking movement. his head heaves to the side, neck exposed, his voice barely a whisper, "m'need you so bad, i'm all yours — this cock's all yours."
"god, you're so pathetic, jake," you mock, while grabbing his write again, dragging his spare hand up to your chest, forcing him to squeeze and massage the weight of them. "do you like this? i know you do, honey — shit, just like that —"
his hands shake violently, body actively keening into you as he mumbles needily, "don't — don't let me cum yet —"
you cock your head in silent question, glancing down at his eyes swimming with pure devotion. he lets out a choked groan, fighting the urge to cum. "keep using me, jus' take all of me — i'll hold it for you —"
aww, what a polite boy.
you smirk to yourself, grounding more of your body weight onto him, a vice-like tightness strangling him to the point he's second-guessing his decision. but he can't go back now. teary eyes stare up at you, as he thumbs purposeful circles to your clit, his entire lap soaking in the tremble of your thighs.
I actually need him like really bad — the movie is shit, but lawd do I rewatch it just for his cute, doe-eyed pretty ass 🙏
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger
I got inspired by the awesome monthly rec posts that @winchestergirl2 and @deanwinchesterswitch put together, and decided to try this out. I might not do this every month, but we'll see! lol I now realize how much time and effort this takes, so to you guys who do this on the regular, I salute you! 🫡 😂
Note: If the author provided a summary, I'll include it. If not, and if it's untitled, I'll include the first line of the story. If it's a series and the author provided a series masterlist link in the chapter post, I'll also include it. MINORS BEWARE: a lot of this is 18+ content!
Supernatural
Dean Winchester x Reader:
@mxltifxnd0m -
Cute Glasses
Boyfriend Headcanons
@dewwinchester -
Stitches
Summary: Dean texts you for help, and you drop everything for him.
@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior -
Things Learned and Unlearned | Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15
Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?
Every Fucking Time
Summary: You want to help Dean, but he knows you can't.
@talltalesandbedtimestories -
Just a Little Spice
Summary: Dean likes to spice things up, but it would be nice if he didn’t have to put his life in danger in the process.
@luci-in-trenchcoats -
Oh, Baby
Summary: When Dean is cursed on a hunt and turned into a baby, the reader has to take care of him along with Sam. Dean however, is a bit more adult than they might realize…
A Shirtless Winchester
Imagine...Breaking Dean Out of Jail
@zeppelinlvr -
"Better?" "Much"
Summary: waking up next to Dean and getting ready with him.
@ohsc -
Help You
@rizlowwritessortof -
Sweet Escape - Part 1, Part 2
Summary: What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life?
@deans-queen -
Stolen Moments
Summary: Y/N finds herself unable to resist capturing a rare, peaceful moment of Dean Winchester sleeping in a motel room. But when Dean wakes up and catches her in the act, what starts as an innocent photo op quickly turns into an intimate encounter.
Sweet Distractions
Summary: Reader (Y/N) is at the bunker, working on an essay for her Child Development class. When Dean comes to check on her, his bad-boy charm quickly becomes a distraction she can’t resist, no matter how hard she tries.
@tofics -
Let There Be Light
Summary: You, Dean and Sam are fighting America's monsters together. Coming from a long line of hunters, you fit right in with the Winchester boys, despite having been raised entirely different from the two. Where you were brought up with love and care, John raised Sam and Dean with rules and obedience. Seeing what Dean does for the world, you decide it's time that he gets his own share of love...
@jackles010378 -
A Sweet Treat
Summary: Dean gets a little excited when Y/N makes his favourite treat.
Dean Winchester x OC:
@rizlowwritessortof -
Remember Me - Part 4
@spnbabe67 -
Girls, Girls, Girls
Summary: While on a witch hunt Dean gets hit with a spell. Later at the hotel, Dean feels the effects of the spell and Tori has to help him through it.
It Takes Two
Summary: Dean and Tori get roped into doing a pregnancy yoga session and he reminisces on how he found out she was pregnant. (Dean's POV)
Comfortember Day 7: Sick As A Dog
Summary: When Dean wakes up sick, it's up to Tori to make him feel better again.
Comfortember 2023 Master List
The Broken Heart Trilogy Master List
Sam Winchester x Reader:
@ohsc -
Delicate
Untitled Drabble - "She wouldn't stop giggling."
The Boys
Soldier Boy x Reader:
@kaleldobrev -
Yes Ma'am (Soldier Boy x Plus-size!Reader)
Summary: Macho Man Ben never thought he’d ever take orders from a woman; but now he does so with a smile (aka Ben is whipped and he doesn’t care).
After Everything
Summary: You and Ben have a heart-to-heart.
@artyandink -
The Art of Heresy - Prequel, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Summary: Modern day, 2022, and you have no clue what’s going on. You knew what you went through. You knew it was real, but why were there people trying to convince you that everything that happened to you wasn’t real. Hell, you called bullshit. But you get your chance to fight back when you get a call at your door.
Billy Butcher x Reader:
@lady-z-writes -
Untitled Drabble - "Butcher stumbles in the office. Haggard, nothing new."
Tracker
Russell Shaw x Reader:
@impala-dreamer -
Don't Mention It
@luci-in-trenchcoats -
M.I.A.
Summary: When Colter Shaw calls the reader for help on a job, she thinks nothing of helping out. Only he never shows up and Colter may have just become the latest disappearance in this small town. It’s up to her and Russell to work together to find him before his case goes cold like all the others before…
Jacklesverse
Various characters portrayed by Jensen Ackles and/or crossovers:
@deanbrainrotwritings -
Jacklesverse Bingo 2023 Masterlist
@justagirlinafandomworld -
Stranded - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy & Reader, with a mention of Dean.
@lamentationsofalonelypotato -
It's Not a Big Deal - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy x Reader, with a side helping of Dean.
Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.
@artyandink -
Nature's Beauty
Summary: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?
Chicago Med
Will Halstead x Reader:
@deanstead -
5 Times You Held Back + 1 Time You Didn't Have To
Summary: Five times you held back, and the one time you didn’t have to.
Wow, I read a lot this month! 😂 I hope you enjoy these lovely writers and their stories as much as I did. 💜
I can't be the only one that needs jackles verse crossover fics.
I just really want Soldier Boy and Dean to get into it while Meachum and Beau try and help Sam keep things calm, and they all have to figure out what's going on. And Y/Ns just along for the ride, trying to help, but hopelessly overstimulated overwhelmed by all of them. And Alec's just the punk kid everyone wants to bitch slap. SPN fic writers, help a sister out!!
perverted soldier boy thoughts. thinking about literally any jackles character fucking you in a headlock... a full nelson even... mmm especially soldier boy. he'd be number one getting you in a full nelson or a head lock even just fucking you in positions where its clear hes just using you for his own pleasure. he doesn't care that your neck hurts when he pulls your hair or that hanging off the bed is making you lightheaded. he doesn't care that you're overstimulated from how many times hes rubbed your clit numb. he doesn't care that the amount of cum hes pumped into you is making you gross and sticky. hes shoving your face into the pillow slapping your ass every time you move when he told you not to. you're gasping for air while he knocks the wind out of you from how deep and fat his cock is. he'll call you a sick fuck for calling him dad but your just so fucked out you cant even get the whole thing out. while you're bent over getting split open on his cock he'll spit in that valley of your ass pressing a thumb to your hole as he pounds into you calling you a greedy whore.
Call me greedy idc, but adding purgatory!dean to that soldier boy x reader x demon!dean combination has me weeeeek, the three of them treating the reader as noting but their toy, hoooooly. That's it I'm gonna put myself in the corner in time out 🫠.
If this is what it looks like with two, what the hell would it look like with three?
"Yeah, that's it," ben groaned into your ear, savoring the way your body took him in. "Little ass is eaten' me right up."
Both on your knees, he pressed into you from behind with the warmth of his chest covering your back. The stretch was big, deep, but nothing you hadn't taken before. Your head hung slack, the other men hidden from your gaze while ben took his place inside you.
"Takin' it like you're made for it, princess." The voice was warm and gruff, and from the lack of vulgar name calling you knew it was p!dean. His broad hand cupped your jaw, raising it so you were looking him in the eye. "Ready to take some more?"
"Should probably ask ben if she's ready. Second she gets filled up she's fucking useless." D!dean. The words were bordering on a sneer, but your mind already felt too leaky to think of a response.
"Just gettin' her nice and warmed up," ben said, his hips starting to find a rhythm. "Don't want to hear any complaining when you have a real-live anal bitch in front of you."
The words made you desperately push back into ben, your cunt weeping for attention that the extra length you shoved in your ass did not give it.
"Jesus, doll. Can feel you dripping down my balls."
You whined, hoping that one of them would take pity on your neglected cunt. Ben had you trained up well enough that the slide of his cock in your ass felt good, but it wasn't enough. The three gazes raised goosebumps along your skin in overexposure, and if you had any autonomy you would try to hide.
"Is he right?" p!dean asked, keeping his eyes locked on yours. "Are you a little useless when you get some cock?"
Not wanting to lie, you bobbed your head. His hand was still clamped around your jaw, and his thumb brushed you reverently.
"Yeah? That's okay." He lined his cock up with your entrance, the heat making your heart flutter in anticipation. "Gonna get a whole hell of a lot stupider."
The stretch took you to your limit, but all you could do is keen in the relief of finally feeling full.
"Thank you." The appreciation slipped out before you could stop them, and seeing the predatory smirk on d!dean's face made you want to eat your words.
"What a polite whore we found. Feels empty when she's getting ass-fucked and says thank you when she gets stuffed with another cock. You might talk like you have manners but you sure as hell don't act like it."
"Feels good," you slurred, as if that was an excuse for the pathetic way you were acting."
"Doll, we can hear that is feels good," ben said into your neck, his voice low in a way that sent a shiver up your back. "cunny's sounds like a fresh piece of gum."
D!dean pinched your jaw, taking you away from the softer man's grip. He squeezed in a way that pried your jaw open, and in a way that made you face heat you wished he would put his cock in it. Instead, you tasted the slight bitterness of leather. You could see a long black stick protruding from your mouth, and then the leather tapped against your tongue. Oh.
He stayed silent as he watched understanding dawn on you, hitting your tongue a couple more times even as your body got jostled with every thrust. It didn't hurt yet, but you knew it was coming.
"Let me be clear," he said, getting all up in your personal space. "You are going to take what I give you like the piece of meat that you are, and because apparently you're so goddamn polite I want to hear you say 'thank you for hurting me' every time the crop touches you." He didn't wait to check if you understood, just hit your tongue again.
"Thank you for hurting me," you said around the leather, your words coming out stilted and awkward.
"So precious," ben said into the shell of your ear, obviously enjoying what d!dean was putting you through by his vice grip on your hips. "Get to feel you squeezin' us tight every time you pretend not to like it.
The crop cracked against your thigh, the sting feeling sharp and then hot. You bucked, your hands finding p!dean's shoulders for support. The moment your arms were raised he hit the underside of your breast, the impact against the fragile skin feeling sharper.
"Thank you for hurting me," you repeated, feeling like a ragdoll the way you were taking their abuse. Each thrust pushed you to the other, but you were passed back before you could find any comfort.
The crop found your chest, your stomach, your neck, and the words kept falling from your lips, each time more brainless than the last.
Your whole body started to feel like a raw nerve the way each man was taking from you. Ben took your ass as hard and deep as he always did, p!dean was scraping against the walls of your pussy, grinding your clit against his pelvis if he was feeling generous, and d!dean seemed to find more and more sensitive areas for his crop to exploit.
"What's that saying?" D!dean taunted, noticing the way you could barely hold yourself up, "rode hard and put away wet? If you can't take it we can always call it quits. Try again some other time." The words were mocking and deeply insincere, but even in your haze you knew to shake your head.
"I like it," you managed, your voice sounding like you were drunk. "Keep riding me and hurting me I like it."
"Someone's a little cockdrunk," p!dean teased, grinding up into you as a reward.
"Fucked-out is more like it," ben countered. "Bet she'd be just as happy to lay on the bed while we paint her white."
"No," you protested weakly. "Want it inside. Please stay inside."
"There are those manners again," ben murmured in your ear. "So fuckin' polite even when you're begging to be gangbanged like a goddamn pornstar."
