#jaredxjensen

[forthewincest]

Dean: What does ‘smd’ mean?

Sam: Suck my dick.

Dean *getting on his knees*: Oh wow okay. Could have answered my question first.

[toomanyficsyetwantsomemore]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gratuitous use of italics, Established Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Overstimulation, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant Jared Padalecki, Submissive Jensen Ackles, Lube, Always Use Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Dildos, Cock Rings, Spanking Summary:

Imagine—

Imagine Jared, wrecking Jensen’s hole. They’ve got the weekend free, and they’re gonna make the most of it — by the time night falls and the sun rises, marking a new week, Jensen will feel like a whole new man, broken apart and put together again with harsh yet gentle fingers, cruel and calculated actions that won’t fail to remind Jensen—

[nyxocity]

Little tiny sneak peek from my Big Bang...

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"He is interesting, isn't he?" Lex inclined his head in Jared's direction, eyes straying to the other man thoughtfully. "Such a genuine spirit, it almost makes him a mystery. Not entirely unlike you," he added, his gaze returning to Jensen.

A genuine spirit? Is that what Lex had seen when he looked at Jensen? Jensen huffed out a surprised, disbelieving laugh.

"I said 'not entirely unlike you'. There are differences."

Jensen angled his head to one side, regarding Lex curiously. "Such as?"

"That," Lex said with a mischievous grin, "would be telling."

"That," Jensen replied with a hard-edged smile, "would be why I asked."

"Very well," Lex allowed, and he tilted his head to match the angle of Jensen's, meeting the challenge. "You're a dichotomy. So closed off and hidden away. But then…" he trailed off, eyes tracing the lines of Jensen's face. "The blue hair, your violet contacts, the punk rock clothes. You practically scream for attention."

"You find that strange?" Jensen asked, tilting his head in the opposite direction of Lex's.

"Deer are the color of bark for a reason."

"You're one to talk," Jensen said and gave him a quick glance up and down.

"Ah, but I…" Lex said, smirking as he leaned to close the scant space between them, "am not trying to hide."

Jensen lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. "No one remembers your face when you look like this."

"No one remembers your face, when you're strange?" Lex asked, quoting The Doors with a knowing smirk. He was close, so very close, and Jensen could smell him, wool and leather and musk wrapped around a charming smile and riveting eyes.

Jensen leaned even closer, inhaling the scent of Lex, their eyes locked, and he couldn't put a name to this strange feeling Lex stirred in him, alien and familiar all at once.

"Hey there," came a voice from behind the bar, and Jared leaned into the space beside them, so close that Jensen drew back from Lex and took a deep breath.

Jared was eyeing Lex with the same skepticism Jensen had felt earlier, giving Lex a once-over before he looked at Jensen.

"Jack? Everything okay?" Jared asked.

[forthewincest]

Sam: Dean, you cant fall in love with me.

Dean: You’re not the boss of me.

Sam: Dean I-

Dean: I’m going to love the fuck out of you and you can’t stop me.

[forthewincest]

Jack: Hey Dean, do you wanna go fishing?

Dean: Sorry Jack, I’m busy right now.

Jack: Are...Are you braiding Sam’s hair?

Sam: Like he said, he’s busy.

[forthewincest]

Dean: Bitch.

Sam: Jerk.

Jack: Why do you call each other names?

Sam: Well, it’s how we say we love each other.

Jack: Oh, like when Dean calls you daddy?

Dean: *chokes on his beer*

Sam: No, that’s because he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

[forthewincest]

Dean: Aww look how beautiful my baby is.

Sam: *blushing* Thanks Dean.

Dean: No not you, the Impala. I mean look at that shine.

Sam: Yeah, you’re definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.

[forthewincest]

Sam: If I had a dollar for every time I think of you...

Dean: Aww Sammy.

Sam: I would only have a dollar.

Dean: Wait, what?

Sam: Because you never leave my mind.

Dean: Such a fucking sap. I love it.