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Cockles

I found out this morning that apparently Misha knows that Cockles exists. So... that’s fun. I’ve never been sure where I stand on RPF, so I thought I may as well read some and decide what I think after. Anyway, here’s what I read!

Revenge of the Subtext by MittenWraith on AO3. (80,064 words).

Tags: Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Canon Divergence after 10.20, French Mistake style AU, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Crack, Light Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Supernatural Convention, Human Castiel, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel, First Kiss, First Time, Enthusiastic Content, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Descrition:  Things are finally settling back down to normal since Cas gave up his grace to cure Dean of the Mark. Well, as normal as their lives are allowed to get. Sam relentlessly finds new cases to work, one right after the other; but Dean thinks they need a break to let Cas have some purely human fun, for once. It’s true they had a difficult time readjusting to humanity at first, but Dean thinks Cas deserves to do more than ride around in the back seat and follow them on monster hunts. Then again, Dean’s a little bit scared to ask exactly what Cas would want, just in case it doesn’t include spending quite so much time with him. And with Sam (of course).

Sam’s been tracking a series of odd occurrences in Laramie, Wyoming for the last few weeks that looks just enough like a case to finally convince Dean they should go check it out. Whether they like it or not, the goddess responsible for the weirdness in Laramie takes an immediate interest in the three less-than-perfectly-happy hunters who’ve stumbled into her town.

Notes: Absolutely adorable, such a good case and beautifully written. There are some other works in the same series which are also absolutely fabulous!

He Who Laughs Last (The Joke Is on Us) by anoradh on AO3. (4,248 words).

Tags: RPF, Fluff, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Silly.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: For the prompt: Jensen and Misha think they’re pulling the mother of all pranks on Jared by pretending to be a couple, but they’re in way over their heads.

Notes: This was cute and I love the sheer panic they caused in Jared - I couldn’t stop laughing.

Through the Screen by ArchOfImagine on AO3. (28,722 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst and Humor, Season 9 Divergence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: "What would you do if you woke up in the Supernatural world?" A fan asked Misha. Little did the actor know, but a few weeks later he would actually be finding out the real answer to that question. Because when Metatron tosses Castiel out of Heaven at the beginning of season 9 -- he tosses him right into Misha's universe. Now Misha is stuck in the Supernatural world, looking at his husband's face but a different man.

Notes: This was funny and cute and just generally adorable!

Is It Really A Mistake? by BriMaco518 on AO3. (6,819 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - The French Mistake, s6e15 The French Mistake, Angst, Coda, Fluff, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Dean and Sam Winchester find themselves in a world where the supernatural does not exist. Everyone calls them Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki respectively. Their efforts to protect the key that Balthazar gave them from Virgil, one of Raphael's angels, should be Dean's focus. Yet the elder Winchester finds himself distracted by the actor that plays Castiel, Misha Collins. Who also turns out to be the husband of Jensen Ackles.

Notes: Once again hit by not reading the tags, but if you read the sequel then that gets sorted out. Also, this is adorable and I actually saw the gifset it was based on afterwards, which confused me for a full minute.

Mistakes Are Better When They’re French by maraudersgirl47 on AO3. (21,791 words).

Tags: Episode: s06e15 The French Mistake, Fluff, Angst.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Notes: This was funny and touching and I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially the ending!

Description: Number One: Dean would definitely never appear on a soap opera.

Number Two: Dean Winchester did not wear makeup.

And Number Three: He was not gay!

God, Cas, whoever was listening - Please get them the hell out of here.

Fever by lysanatt on AO3. (13,624 words).

Tags: Romance, RPF, Post S8, No Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, First Time.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: It's Christmas and the otherwise so mild Vancouver is hit by a rare blizzard. Misha is hit by the flu and Jensen is hit by the urge to take care of Misha. Of course there are unexpected consequences to it all.

Notes: This was so sweet -  I love a good hurt/comfort and the way they wrote Misha was amazing!

Twisted French Mistake by literaryoblivion on AO3. (3,170 words).

Tags: Episode: s6e15 The French Mistake, Parallel Universes, Alternate Universe, First Kiss, Kissing, Mistaken Identity.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: If Sam and Dean get sent to the Supernatural set, where do Jensen and Jared end up? That's right, the world of Sam and Dean. But they're safe, and Castiel checks in on them and ends up learning more about himself and Dean from Jensen.

Notes: This was a really good idea - I remember watching the episode and wondering where Jensen and Jared were!

The Bubble by thunderpuffin429 on AO3. (21,035 words).

Tags: First Time, Fluff and Smut, Feelings, Character Bleed, Kissing.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Cas has to choose between Heaven and the Winchesters. Again. For the final time.

Notes: The Destiel part of this was phenomenal but the Cockles part was mostly smut, which is fine but made me a bit uncomfy just because I’m ace and I’m not a massive fan of reading it. So, it wasn’t my favourite, but that’s entirely on me for not reading the tags properly.

Do You Know What You Think You Know by ljunattainable on AO3. (5,761 words).

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Romance.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Everyone knows Jensen and Misha are together. Nobody even thinks about it. They just know. Except Jensen and Misha. They don’t know. A few things happen in the space of a few weeks that leave everyone at least knowing the same thing.

Notes: This was sweet and I loved how everyone assumed they were dating and they still didn’t know.

Method Acting (Or ‘In Which Misha Is Not, In Fact, Kidding Jensen’) by HigherMagic on AO3. (5,567 words).

Tags: Character Bleed.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: There's a little surprise in the script for the latest episode, Misha is unruffled, and Jensen is not amused, but he's determined to put on the best damn performance he can, 'cause it's the last season and, hey, he owes it to Dean.

Notes: This was pretty good but it did get me thinking... can you IMAGINE if we got a Destiel sex scene? Tumblr would have imploded. There would be a national holiday. 

Second Take by anonymous on AO3. (6,237 words).

Tags: Polyamory, First Kiss, Psychology, Character Bleed, Internal Monologue, Internal Conflict, Friendship/Love.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Wherein Destiel becomes canon, and Jensen and Misha face the consequences of their first kiss.

Notes: This was fairly sweet, and Jensen’s internal monologue was written really well.

Still undecided, I think, but I hope you enjoyed! Some of the fics came off better than others, but some just seemed a little bit... not right? I don’t know how to explain it. Anyway, please remember that Cockles stuff should stay inside the fandom. I hope you find some fics you like!

These are unlikely to be new to anyone who's been in the Supernatural fandom for a long time, but they're ones that come to mind when contemplating this topic. Strongly recommend all three.

Strong Black Vine by shaenie, Sam/Dean, Explicit (Many untagged kinks.)

Suite!verse by leonidaslion, Sam/Dean, canon-divergent AU, Explicit (Unfinished. Another author has recently written an unofficial sequel/ending to it, but I haven't read it yet, so can't vouch.)

The Doors of Time by felisblanco, J2, AU, Explicit (This fic was taken down years ago as the author wanted to have it published, but they offer it privately as a PDF.)

has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?

J2 Medieval!Au

«Jensen is the perfect son, the knight designated to protect the young and rebellious prince Jared.After a torrid night together, Jensen feels like they made a terrible mistake, but Jared  is a man who won’t take no for an answer. »

Oh, no! 😩 I come bearing J2 recs! I hope they help you on the way to mending!

Long Hard Ride 'verse by zubeneschamali Jensen/Jared, Explicit, historical AU with J2 as opposing chieftains, Jared as a war prize (dub-con inherent), angst with a happy ending.

Offering by shaylea Jared/Jensen, Explicit, college AU, sexual discovery and kink exploration, best needy bottom Jensen ever, angst with a happy ending.

On These Ashen Wings by sinestrated Jensen/Jared, Explicit, dragon AU, outcast dragon Jensen, angst with a happy ending.

Sex Toys, Cam Boys, and Dark Roasts by awabubbles Jared/Jensen, Explicit, AU, sex toys, sex work, slutty Jensen.

Chasing Darkness by ashtraythief Jensen/Jared, Explicit, space AU, sex worker Jared, BAMF soldier-turned-bodyguard Jensen, epic sci-fi romp, angst with a happy ending.

You can, of course, just check out the J2 bookmarks on my AO3 profile by going to Bookmarks > Filter > Relationships > Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki. There aren't a whole heap since I've only been adding to them since rejoining the fandom after a gap-decade, but hopefully you (and others! 👋) find some stories to enjoy. They're all Explicit, often kinky, and I love an epic AU.

Happy reading and a smooth recovery!

Argh!! I've really messed up my leg and am on strict bedrest, so am bored out of my mind and needing something to take my mind off this horrendous pain!! Help a girl out, leave a link to your fav fanfic, con vid or picture of jensen!! Please! PLEASE!

My first time being tagged in one of these. Bless. 🥲 Thanks, @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis and @sam-is-my-safe-word. 💖

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

The first red flag that Dean wasn't going to deal so well came just a few hours later.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part III: You Conquered Me, Sandman 'verse Part 7 (Wincest, Explicit)

They waited for the weekend.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part II: You Touched Me, Sandman 'verse Part 6 (Wincestiel, Explicit)

Sam wasn't sure if it took four years for Dean to work up the guts to ask, or if it just didn't occur to him until then.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part I: You Blew My Mind, Sandman 'verse Part 5 (Wincest, Explicit)

Sam came down with man flu the same week they started fucking.

Leave the Rest to Me, Sandman 'verse Part 4 (Wincest, Explicit)

It was like the world's worst hangover without the decency of a good blackout.

Bring Me a Dream, Sandman 'verse timestamp (Implied Wincest, Mature)

When the fantasy finally became an actual possibility, it caused their first fight.

Warm Within, Sandman 'verse Part 2 (Wincest, Explicit)

"Sam, what–what's happening to me?"

Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Sandman 'verse Part 1 (Wincest, Explicit)

He doesn't really know how his life began.

The More Things Change (J2, Explicit)

Hope is a hard thing to have.

Unless I Can't Resist, West series Part 4 (Wincest, Explicit)

"You got a purdy mouth, boy."

When I'm Bad, West series Part 3 (Wincest, Explicit)

Result: Pattern? No idea. I'm bad at this game. 😂

Tagging to play (no pressure, of course!): @bigmouthlass, @supergaysupernatural, @fictionallemons, @spnyuri, @chiquititasnewsong, @spnj2fanlw, @talltalesandbedtimestories, @hello-starlingfics

J2: AU edition

Look how beautiful this is. Another artist whose stuff you need to go check out on their blog. Just all of it.

Hiatus

Fic Rec: 'Dreams' by @sam-is-my-safe-word (SPN/RPS, Demon!Dean/Jensen, Explicit)

Guys, it's another deliciously hot Jensen-character smut-fest from my bestie. This time it's literally Jensen getting fucked by a character of his own making. It's Dean! But not even just that, it's Demon Dean with all his magnetic nastiness. I mean, if we die, we die, right?

And this is just chapter one. Can be read as a standalone, in my opinion, but I know chapter two will be just as delicious when it's written as well. I can reveal that that's when regular Dean will come in to make it all better. Ain't he a doll?

So go read now or subscribe for updates later, but don't miss it. 💖

Wincest/J2 fic search: realistic anal sex hygiene prep.

Hey, all! I'm doing some very serious business academical research today. Help, please?

I'm looking for your best Wincest or J2 fic recs that involve realistic hygiene prep before anal sex and/or discussion about the subject. That is, the bottoming character cleaning or being cleaned beforehand (bonus points for enema use outside of kink scenario), open discussion between the characters about it, discussion between them of insecurities around these subjects or the possibility of 'accidents', etc.

The reason I ask is that the lovely humans at the @idlingintheimpalapodcast have invited me to co-host (or would it be thro-host since there'll be three of us? 🤔) their next Fact Versus Fiction episode which is all about Hygiene. Ostensibly I'm there as a guest vagina-haver, but as a long-term slash fic reader, there are other subjects I can help with. I'd also like to help them find some fics to rec to their listeners on this topic.

Now, if you've been reading m/m slash fic for any length of time, you know it's pretty rare to find any that explicitly depict realistic anal prep (which is fine–my own fics are the same. No one should go into a fic expecting a sex education lesson. That's what FvF is for. 😉). So I need your help!

Apart from the theme mentioned above, this is what I'm looking for:

Sam/Dean or Jared/Jensen

Doesn't matter who bottoms

Any rating is fine

Self-recs welcome

Feel free to rec in anon asks if you're shy!

Thanks heaps in advance if you have anything to share. Ready when you are!

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Date: 07:00 UTC, June 29, 2024

Fic rec (SPN RPF, J3, Explicit): Golden Cut by @hellhoundsprey

As a J2 OTP reader almost exclusively when it comes to RPF, I could easily have missed this. If you're the same, I seriously recommend at least giving it a chance. It is filthy fucking good. The deliciously portrayed power dynamics between all three of them are captivating, as is the pre-existing relationship between Jeff and Jensen.

And I really can't stress just how fantastically fucking hot it all is. If it helps as an enticement, I feel a few tags missed on the AO3 post are: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, ANAL HOOK FFS, Rimming, Come Play, Deep Throating, Shy Jensen Ackles, and... well, I could tag forever, but let's go with those as the mains on top of the already delicious tags on the fic.

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Real Person Fic Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Rating: Explicit/NC-17 Word Count: ~9000

Please enjoy if you check it out (please do yourself a favour and check it out), and don't forget to leave Kudos and comments for the author! 💖 They are treatos for wordsmiths.

pancake syrup boys being as sticky as ever 💕

I know I made this post with different pictures but its still necessary 

pLEASE JUST IMAGINE THIS 

GETTING FUCKED REALLY HARD BY THIS DILF

PLEASE IMAGINE THE HAIR TUGGING AND GRUNTING AND WHIMPERS AND CRIES AND AFTERCARE JUST DO IT

Who wants a J2 rec based on the filming of this scene? Because I have a delicious one for you. It's smoking fucking hot and full of feels. It's the third part in this series, but do yourself a favour and read the whole thing:

Title: The BDSM verse (AO3) Author: @felisblanco Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles Rating: Explicit Words: ~45,000 over five parts Tags (mine, basic): Dom Jared/sub Jensen, Top Jared/Bottom Jensen, BDSM, Kink, Anal, Oral, Rough Sex, Marking, Pain Kink, Misunderstandings, Kink Negotiation, Idiots In Love Author's Note: "It's a bit angsty, much porny but mostly it's about needing/giving and understanding. And love."

All of the author's stuff is excellent. Dig in! And don't forget to kudos and comment if you enjoy the read. 🫶

Wow. How did you cope with that?  — [I] trust him, and he trusted me and we knew that we could go a little further maybe then you normally would with physicality of a scene because we trusted one another as actors…. he and I were kind of able to take it to the next level because there was a trust, a mutual trust between the two of us. The more real it is, I think, the better the performance can be because you’re surrounding yourself with more life-like elements that help the performance.  It did look real. — Well, because it was. 

IMPORTANT QUESTION

The Fan | Jensen x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with a man with a filthy mouth and an oral fixation he’s hell bent on ruining her life with. 

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Tags: audio porn, porn AU, dirty talking, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, oral sex galore, use of sex toy, masturbation, public masturbation, Jensen has a filthy filthy mouth in this one, it might make you feral be warned…

WC: ± 4K

A/Ns: I shouldn’t be trusted to write porn when I’m feeling feral because this is absolute filth and I just wanna thank Laura for commissioning it and sending me further down my crazed rabbit hole. <3

Want your own commission? Find out more here!

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

“Oh fuck, baby girl, you take Daddy’s cock so fucking well in that tight little cunt, don’t you?” he coos as your whole body starts to break out into a light sweat. “Best damn pussy I’ve ever fucking had, sweetheart.” 

You whine, your back arching off the bed, your head fuzzy with your impending orgasm as your eyes flutter closed and you try to stave it off just a little while longer. 

“Look at you, so fucking perfect, you were made for me, made for my cock inside you. Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he growls, gasping for breath at the end of his sentence, moaning deep from his chest. “Tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“I’m your perfect little whore, Daddy,” you whine out, your fingers working your clit to the very edge of sweet release.

“That’s fucking right you are, baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, fuck, making Daddy wanna fucking cum. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want Daddy’s cum deep in that pussy? Maybe I should put your panties back on you and send you out. Let you walk around the store with my cum dripping down your thighs. Oh you like the fucking sound of that, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, and you gasp for air, the feeling of the cock pistoning in and out of you almost too much to bear anymore. 

“You’re not going to cum again are you?” he asks. “You know how I feel about you cumming when my mouth isn’t down there to taste it. Do you need my tongue in that cunt again, baby girl? Or are you still craving Daddy’s cock? Look at you, so fucking desperate you don’t even know what you want anymore, you just want to be used, don’t you? You just want Daddy to use that fucking cunt over and over until I’m through with it. I’ve fucking got you, baby girl, you’re mine and everyone fucking knows it. I’ve marked you up good, you wanna see your skin, fucking covered in my claim.” 

You can’t take anymore, and you cum hard, screaming out in pure ecstasy as your climax washes over every inch of you, and you’re left gasping for air, squirming on the edge of over-stimulation as the cock continues to piston in and out of you at the steady pace you’d set it at. 

Your eyes flutter open and you’re brought back to the room, your earbud falling out, letting the natural ambience of your bedroom fill your eyes, the very faint sound of the actor’s voice still bleeding through the forgotten earpiece. Your body is still trembling, goosebumps erupting over every inch of you as you finally reach for the dial beside you and slow the machine down until it’s come to a stop, and you carefully remove the toy from inside you and whimper at the loss of contact, even if you are thoroughly done. You reach for your phone to pause the audio, realising there’s still ten minutes left. You never can make it to the end of one of his audios. That man is far too good at what he does, and it’s a crying shame he doesn’t do videos, though you realise that audio gets you off far better than visual does nowadays. You don’t even think you’d care what the guy looks like, if he can make you cum that hard and that many times with just his words, he could look however he wants and you’d still fuck him. 

Somehow, the guy seems to be all your biggest fantasies wrapped up in one dirty mouthed human, and you’re actually starting to worry about your real dating life, given you’re never going to find a guy that will ever come close to your favourite audio actor, you’re sure of it. Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying, even if your nights do end like tonight; alone and getting yourself off with your best investments yet; your fuck machine and Patreon subscription to ‘Dean Winchester’.  You hadn’t even needed a machine before Dean, and you actually had more real life sex with real life men, but over time you ended up settling for mediocre one night stands less and less, rathering going home to Dean, instead. You know your obsession is borderline unhealthy at this stage, but if the guy would stop putting out the best audios you’ve ever heard, then maybe you’d stand a chance. 

*

Work is so mind-numbingly boring, you find yourself watching the clock on the wall and praying that the last twenty minutes would hurry up, so you can get out of the office for the weekend. With the weekend upcoming, you don’t have time to start a new project, but you finished your last one two hours ago, and have been desperately trying to seem busy for your boss’s sake since then. You sigh and twist yourself left to right in your office chair, and practically leap at your phone the second it goes off next to you. Finally, something to do. 

You’re quick to glance around you when you realise that the notification is from Patreon, and you open it cautiously to see Dean has posted a new audio. It’s rare for him to post something mid afternoon on a Friday, and you read the title and the audio information, eager to find out what your Friday night is going to entail. 

Daddy can’t get enough of eating that sweet pussy (with toys)

Contains: Excessive oral sex, daddy kink, use of toys, praise, degradation, slight humiliation, mocking for multiple orgasms, soft dom, aftercare 

You look around the office, feeling your pussy getting uncomfortably wet already, and rub your thighs together, reaching into your purse and grabbing your headphones, before quickly making your way towards the bathroom. You would normally at least try to wait the extra hour, and for  the comfort of your own home, but this one sounds too good to wait. You just want a little glimpse; at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lock yourself into a bathroom stall and eagerly put an earbud in, making sure your phone is definitely connected to it before you turn the volume up a little. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Dean hums through the headphone, and instantly the wetness doubles.

You shift uncomfortably in your heels, and take a seat on the closed toilet lid, hitching your dress up enough to get to your soaked panties. You can just have a little play, it’s not like you’re busy, and no one will know what you’re doing in here. 

“Have you missed me? Aw, I can tell,” he coos, “have you been waiting for me all day? I’ve had a long week, and I was thinking I could use some stress relief,” he explains. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left you naked in bed this morning, been thinking about that sweet little pussy, about how good you taste. My cock has been hard all fucking day just thinking about tasting you when I got home.” 

You try your best not to moan out loud, your fingers now pulling the ruined material of your panties to one side as you take a shuddered breath in and start to tease your swollen clit. 

“You don’t mind if I help myself, do you?” he asks, and then a low hum rumbles through him. “Fuck, let me take those panties off, wanna see that dripping little pussy properly. It’s gonna taste so fucking good, you always taste so fucking good, you’ve got Daddy addicted, d’y’know that?” 

You rush to remove your panties over your heels, wanting to keep up with the fantasy now playing in your mind’s eye, and you quickly stuff them into your blazer pocket. 

“Don’t worry about making dinner, I’ve got enough to feast on right here,” he chuckles lowly, and then the sound of his lips smacking over something fills the quiet, and he moans under his breath. “Tastes fucking good, baby girl,” he praises. “That pussy was made to be eaten, and look at it, practically dripping for me, such a naughty little slut, hm? You want a finger inside you?” 

Instantly you slide one finger inside your warm, wet cunt, and your eyes roll as you throw your head back. 

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he laughs, “then why don’t you use the dildo I got you? It’s right here, I’ve got it, let me see if I can make it fit.” The sound of vibrations accompany Dean’s hums of approval, and you wish with everything in you that you were home right now, where you could reach for your own vibrator and slide it inside you like Dean’s doing in your fantasy right now. “Fuck, baby girl, you take it so well, does that feel good? It’ll feel better when my tongue is back on that clit.” 

“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath, pushing a second finger inside you in a desperate attempt to mimic the toy you’re imagining. 

“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve had a cockring wrapped around my cock all day, I’m gonna be fucking you for hours yet. Now you just lie back and let me take care of that sweet little cunt.”

The bathroom door opens outside of the stall, and you jump to remove your fingers, even though whoever has entered won’t see what you’re doing, you still don’t want to get caught out somehow.  The obscene noises of Dean ‘eating you out’ are still playing into your ear, and you rush to pause the audio in an attempt to calm yourself down a little, hearing the clicking of heels on tile as someone enters the stall next to you.

“Y/N?” you hear Amber call out. 

“Yeah?” you call back, your voice shaky and not trustworthy, right now.

“You coming to the bar with us?” Amber asks. 

You stand up and flush the toilet to complete your facade, heading out of the stall and quickly beginning to wash your own juices off of your fingers before Amber somehow notices. 

“Not tonight,” you insist, your mind very much on the remaining twenty three minutes of Dean’s new audio, and the date with your machine you’ve found yourself with suddenly. 

“C’mon, you’ve not been out in forever, plus, Sascha insists that this new bar has the hottest guys,” Amber explains as she also exits her stall and stands at the sink beside you, washing her own hands. 

“I gave up on men a long time ago,” you remind Amber with a chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon, I’m all for silicone friends, but you’ve gotta get a real dick at least once in a while, and girl for you, it’s been a while.” You laugh at her bluntness and shake your head. “You’re coming, even if I have to pay for your drinks all night,” Amber insists. 

You sigh and roll your eyes, before nodding reluctantly, guessing one drink won’t hurt if it gets Amber off your back. 

“Great,” Amber beams, reaching forward to undo the top button of your dress so your cleavage is far more on show than it was before. “There, let’s go.”

*

One drink has somehow turned into three, because every time you say you might leave, Amber is quick to buy you another cocktail, and you feel bad wasting her money by not drinking it first. You’re hyper aware of the fact your panties are still stuffed into your blazer pocket, and your pussy is completely bare and exposed under your dress, and the only thing you can fully focus on is the remainder of Dean’s audio you want to listen to. You really do have a problem, apparently. 

By the fourth drink, you offer to pay, feeling bad that Amber is footing your bill all night, and you guess you owe her one drink before you finally go home to your machine. You stand at the bar and shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as you wait to be served, your mind running wild with all the ways Dean is going to fuck you tonight, and when the barman finally stands in front of you, you realise you’ve forgotten what Amber wanted. You guess your way through a list of a few different cocktails, figuring one of the girls will drink them even if Amber doesn’t, and as the barman moves away to make your long order, you hear a scoff beside you. 

You turn your head to look at the man, and are kind of taken for a moment because he’s pretty attractive. Sascha was right, the men at this place really are better looking than the rest of the bars around town. Maybe they have some weird lighting, or something. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs easily, and his voice shoots straight to your core. Jesus, has it really been that long since a hot guy has talked directly to you? “It’s just I’ve been stood here for over five minutes, and that bar man is only serving the hot girls,” he explains. 

Your brain takes a second to process what he’s saying, and then you scoff and shake your head. 

“Clearly not, he just served me,” you counter. 

“I stand by what I said,” the stranger insists, after his green eyes have raked up and down your body a couple of times. Is this guy actually flirting with you? You find yourself staring for a moment. There’s something very familiar about him, but you’re fairly sure you’d remember ever meeting a guy this attractive. 

“Do I know you?” you ask him, frowning. 

His green eyes light up and he laughs softly, shaking his head. 

“Urm… don’t think so,” he finally offers, shaking his head. But his hesitance only confuses you more. 

“Are you sure? I swear I know you somehow,” you insist. 

The guy begins to blush, and he clears his throat before looking around himself. 

“Well, what if I said my name is… Dean,” he slowly offers. 

Your eyes widen immediately, and you’re not sure if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kiss the man. His voice that’s what you know, that’s what’s so familiar, and that’s why you’re having this kind of reaction to just talking to some guy. So you’re not that desperate, after all… or maybe you are, depending how you look at it. You would’ve never placed him as Dean Winchester, no matter how intimately you know his voice, because you never would’ve actually expected him to be more attractive than the picture you’d painted in your head. And you never would’ve expected to bump into him at a bar in town of all places. 

But then the realisation hits you fully. If this guy is Dean Winchester then he knows that you listen to his stuff, and he knows that you listen enough to recoginise him. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, your cheeks burning. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry,” you fumble to apologise, but Dean just laughs and shakes his head. 

“Why are you sorry? I love meeting fans.” 

The word fan only makes your skin crawl more, he’s going to think you’re some psycho, some desperate woman that needs audio porn to get her kicks. 

“Oh god,” you groan, now feeling your skin crawling in shame. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, really,” he reassures you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. “Honestly, I’m flattered a girl like you listens to me.” 

“Oh sure,” you scoff, not believing him for one second. You want to tell him you don’t really listen to his stuff that much, but then you realise that might be insulting, and you don’t want to tell him you’re as big a fan as you are, or you’ll just look even more pathetic to him. “Listen, I’ll leave you alone,” you conclude. 

“Oh,” he replies simply, before licking his lips and nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.” 

You can’t help but feel like you’ve insulted him somehow, and you swallow hard, rushing to explain. “I don’t wanna seem like some creepy fan,” you excuse. 

“Sweetheart, I’m the one that hit on you,” he laughs. 

Your eyes only widen further, “you were hitting on me?” 

“Yeah, well… I thought I was… I did call you hot, didn’t I?” 

“I guess,” you agree, now feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. The guy that has given you more orgasms than all the other men in your sexual history put together has hit on you. “I’m sorry, I just always assumed that a guy like you would be married, or at least dating someone.” 

“Nah, my work is just as much for my benefit as it is yours, trust me,” he laughs softly. “So, can I at least buy you a drink, even if it’s just to thank you for liking my work?” 

*

“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this,” you confess, already drunkenly laughing behind your hand as you look over at him. 

Dean – or Jensen, you’ve now been told his real name is – seems to wait patiently for your confession, and in the two or so hours you’ve been sitting together drinking and getting to know each other, you somehow feel like you’ve known him for years. Maybe that’s because of the porn, but either way, you’re actually about to say this out loud. 

“The audio that you released today?” you prompt, and a smirk grows over Jensen’s plump lips.

“Yeah…” he prompts. 

“Well, I didn’t get to finish it, but let’s just say I started it in work… in a bathroom stall… and I’m still a mess. I was dying to get home to finish it.” Your confession doesn’t leave you as embarrassed as you thought it would, not when Jensen only smirks harder, and then bites his bottom lip as his green eyes look around the bar. 

“Well… why don’t I just… show you what the rest was like?” he asks, blinking at you. 

“What?” you ask, feeling yourself beginning to sober up at just the very thought of what Jensen’s implying. 

“What if we… y’know, re-enacted it?” 

*

“So how far did you get?” Jensen asks, breathing against your neck.

You crane it, pushing your head back further into your pillow as you moan softly, dragging your nails through the soft hair on the nape of his neck. 

“Not very, you’d just pulled out a vibrator,” you explain breathlessly, your heart thudding in your chest. If this man is this good at kissing, you’re not sure you’ll survive the rest of it. And you already know what a filthy mouth he’s got from the dirty talking. And from talking to him tonight, you were more than excited to find out that his audios are a true reflection of his own kinks.

“Do you have one?” Jensen prompts, and you blindly reach under your bed for the box that holds your toys, throwing the lid off carelessly and wrapping your hand around your favourite vibrating silicone friend. 

You produce it in front of you, stopping Jensen in his tracks as he smirks, taking it from you and throwing it to the bed next to you both. 

“I don’t have a cock ring though,” you add with your own smirk, and Jensen chuckles lowly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m covered,” he tells you smugly, taking your hand and pushing it under his boxers. Your hand meets soft, warm velvety skin, and as it gets a little lower, you feel the rubber ring at the very base of his swollen cock. 

“Do you always go to bars wearing one of those?” you sass, wrapping your fingers around his erection and growing pleasantly surprised at the thickness. 

“I had it on for the audio this morning, y’know, for authenticity, and figured I’d leave it on because I was so horny. Meeting you was just the bonus,” he explains. 

“What else do you do for authenticity?” you tease, gasping when Jensen’s teeth sink into the delicate skin on your neck. “Do you…” you struggle to regain your composure, grinding your core up against his bare thigh, your slick coating his skin. “Do you actually eat pussy?” you finally manage to ask. 

“Unfortunately not. It’s been a while since I got to eat a pussy… don’t mind if I fill up on you, do you, baby girl?” 

“No, Daddy,” you whimper, not even ashamed at how quickly you submit to him. 

“Oh, someone’s been listening to my work… such a good little whore, f’me, aren’t you? Bet you taste fucking delicious.” 

Suddenly, Jensen’s face is gone, and you feel his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs backwards, spreading you open. He doesn’t waste any time dining on your pussy, making sounds far more obscene then the audios could ever capture, and just when you thought this man couldn’t get you off any harder, you’ve finally felt his tongue for real, the stubble on his face rub along your delicate skin, you’ve finally felt exactly what this man can do to you. 

Your fingers comb through the hair on the top of his head, and Jensen only ever pauses to bite and suck on the flesh at the insides of your thighs, before returning to licking and sucking your pussy like a starved man. Your back arches into his touch, and you nearly lose your mind when you see him blindly reach for the dildo you’d given him, turning it on to a low rumble as he presses the tip to your entrance. 

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly deeper and far more reminiscent of his “Dean” persona. 

You moan loudly, bucking your hips desperately as he begins to fuck you with your vibrator, and you find yourself torn between wanting his mouth back on your pussy, and wanting his cock replacing your toy. Amber’s right, sometimes you just need the real thing. Especially when the real thing is as tempting as Jensen’s. 

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good, please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling his mouth back on your cunt in an instant, and he laps at your arousal and moans loudly around your clit when he sucks it between his lips. “Holy fuck,” you shout, staring up at the ceiling, not sure you’re even going to survive this. 

Jensen’s rutting against your mattress, but seems to be in no rush to finish eating you out any time soon, and your thighs tremble either side of his head as he coaxes your orgasm to the surface. 

“That’s it baby,” Jensen pauses for a brief second to say. “Cum f’me,” he growls. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, c’mon, perfect little cunt, tastes so sweet, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking up grinning at you like the devil. 

“Yes,” you whine, encouraging his mouth back on your clit as he now fucks your vibrator in and out of you so much better than the machine has ever managed to. 

Jensen doesn’t stop to talk again, he just hums and moans against your skin until you’re cumming hard and fast on the toy, and he’s quickly removing it to lap at your juices that are practically flooding out of you. 

As always when you listen to his work, your first orgasm does little to stave off the arousal he’s elicited from you, but luckily, it seems Jensen’s not done with you, because he licks his lips clean and hums, rising back to his knees between your legs. He begins stroking his cock in his hand, his eyes several shades darker as he looks down at you. 

“So,” he smirks, guiding the tip of his cock towards your soppy entrance, only teasing it with his tip before tapping the heavy length on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. “Which of my audios should we re-enact next?” he asks. 

“Any one that requires that inside me,” you reply, watching Jensen chuckle under his breath. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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summary: after seeing that one edit of your husbands best friend, you can’t seem to control yourself. (part 2)

word count: 7.5k words 🥱

warnings: smut (18+ mdi) swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), bullying (kinda) cheating, forced cream pie, grammar & spelling mistakes (prolly more idk)

a/n: omgg this took so long to write >.< but first post yay! (finally lmao) pls lmk how it is! i feel maybe it’s kinda long and it feel’s boring at times idk i was high writing this lmaosjs. fr tho lmk what i can do better. ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING BUT IN THIS CONTEXT ITS KINDA HOT NGL

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“babe, you almost ready?” your husband jared asks, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, the shirt you picked out for him was halfway up his arms. you completely ignored him as your eyes traced every muscle in his arms, then in his broad shoulders and chest and finally his abs that were still glistening from the shower he took just minutes ago. i’m so lucky you thought as you soaked up the greek god you called your husband. just the sight of him like this made ache. you let out a small breath and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to pull him in for a deep kiss. he froze for a second, taken off guard but then kissed you back, just as deeply. you moan softly into his mouth as your hand trails from his chest down his abs, your nails scratching his skin ever so lightly. he knows what that means. you’re horny. and you want him. no, you need him. “(y/n)” jared chuckled and pulled away. “we’re gonna be late” “please baby,” you pouted, reaching up and placing a small kiss to his ear lobe before whispering “i only need you for a couple minutes” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck “(y/n) i-“ the sound of the door bell ringing cut him off but you already knew what he was gonna say. you sighed in defeat and jared gave you half crooked smile before kissing your cheek and finally slipping his shirt over his head before going to answer the door for the baby sitter. 

ignoring the feeling of sexual frustration you began to get dressed, settling on a short, spaghetti strap dress with pink and white floral designs. you slipped on your sneakers and checked yourself out in the full length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, you had just the right amount of cleavage and your ass to waist ratio was insane. you looked fucking hot, and jared would be crazy if he wasn’t dying to pound that little pussy the second he was alone with you. smirking and pleased with the way you look, you quickly finished getting ready. spritzing some expensive purfume, getting the rollers out of your hair and accessorizing your ankle with your favourite gold anklet, off the chain dangled a small heart with a diamond initial “J” on it. jared bought it for you many years ago for your first ever anniversary. you never really leave the house without it and you probably consider it one of your most prized possessions. its the first thing he got you and it just holds so much love for you.

you grabbed your purse and met your husband downstairs, your greeted the babysitter and kissed your kids goodbye before leaving the house. 

-

“jared, please” you whined in the passenger seat. you’re thirty minutes into your hour long drive and jared’s hand has been firmly placed on the inside of your thigh, and every time he hit a red light he would subconsciously rub small circles with his thumb. it’s driving you absolutely insane, you need this man right here, right now. “i want youu” he chuckled again “i’m driving babe! what’s gotten into you?” deep down you know exactly what’s gotten into you but you’d rather die than be honest with your husband right now. 

a couple nights ago you were up late bored and scrolling through tiktok. it’s not really uncommon for random videos to jared and jensen to show up on your for you page, but what is uncommon is the random thirst trap edit of your husbands best friend. the edit showed clips of jensen at the concert he’d done recently. he wore white jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. his hair was damp and hanging in front of his eyes while his skin glistened with sweat, the veins in his thick neck popped as he sang the high note perfectly, his tattooed bicep flexed as he gripped the mic harder. it’s like you were entranced, you watched and watched and watched probably over ten times before jared started to stir in the bed next to you. you quickly closed the app and laid next to your husband. as you drifted off to sleep, your mind created the most perverted dream you’ve ever had. it was of you and jensen, it was after his show, you and him was in his dressing room. he had you pinned against the wall while he fucked up into your wet pussy. you felt him, he was big, and heavy and he stretched you out so good. he snuck his hand around and grabbed your throat, tilting your head back. he towered over you as he looked down into your eyes with such animalistic lust, just this look can send you over the edge. his grunts, your screams and skin slapping together filled the room as he sped up his thrusts. “you like your little pussy fucked like this, don’t you sweetheart?”  he was rough and honestly, it hurt a little bit but you enjoyed it, hell, you loved it. this is just what you wanted. “he can’t do it for you, huh?” he chuckled mockingly, “he can’t fuck you like i do, he can’t say filthy things to you like i do, he can’t make you scream his name like i do.” you woke up completely soaked. you never spoke of the dream and tried your very best to forget about it…but when you were alone, your mind wondered off. you missed how good he felt inside you, how his words made you so wet, how he fucked into you so hard you felt the tip of his cock pound into your cervix.

you love jared so much, he’s such a good husband and father and you really lucked out with him, he’s perfect.. but, he’s a bit too vanilla for you. you’ve expressed your desires to him before, how you want him to be rougher and more talkative during sex, how you want to try different positions and maybe bring in toys. but he protests, he says he doesn’t wanna hurt you or say degrading things to you. which a part of you found sweet and the other part was disappointed. jared definitely satisfied you during sex, he’d make sure you were okay, and make you cum at least twice, he’d always feel so good and fit perfectly in. but sometimes the same position and pace got boring and the moans and grunts that flew around the room grew to feel awkward. you just need a really good and rough fuck.. like jensen gave you in that dream. 

-

you thought that you would be normal around jensen, like you usually are, but you thought wrong. after you and danneel practically jumped in each others arms and had an ‘i missed you’ war, she lead both you and jared out to the back yard where jensen stood at the barbecue, a beer in one hand and a metal spatula in the other. he wore blue washed jeans, a black t shirt that hugged his arms and shoulders and a black backwards cap that kept the hair out of his eyes. sucking in a deep breath your nostrils filled with his cologne and his scent engulfed all your senses and your mind flashed back to the dream you had. you never looked at jensen as anything other then an older brother, you love jared and danneel is basically a sister to you. but seeing jensen there in all his glory, his new hair cut, his beard, his perfectly toned and muscular body and his tattoo that barely poked out under his shirt was doing things to you, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your lower abdomen. “it’s been so long!” jensen exclaimed and pulled your husband in for a tight hug. he then hugged you. “too long” he muttered in your hair. the hug didn’t last for long but it was enough to make your legs weak. and his low mumble in your ear sent shivers down your spine. why did he say that just to you?  

“i'll make us drinks” danneel said before dragging you away to the kitchen. “something strong please” you sat at the kitchen island while danneel quickly whipped up some pina coladas, putting extra rum in yours, and serving it to you with an extra shot, which you took no time to down before taking a sip of your drink. “how you been babes?” you sigh and your mind flashes back to everything that happened in the pass year that you two were separated. you’ve both been super busy, jensen filming the boys and jared filming walker. then jensen and dani moved over an hour away. you honestly can’t believe you haven’t seen them in a whole year. you were so excited when they finally had free time and invited you both over for a late night barbecue. jensen’s laugh snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you left danneel on heard. panicking, you blurted out the sex problem you’ve been having with jared. danneel listened and showed sympathy but didn’t really offer much help. instead she said, “well, the kids are at my parents for the night. so, we can dance and drink all night!” and that’s exactly what we did. jensen made the most amazing burgers and danneel made a homemade cheesecake, the music never died down and the drinks never stopped coming. you and danneel are drunk in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and dancing to “or nah” by the weekend. you were bent over shaking your ass while danneel gripped your waist tightly and moved her hips along with yours. this is a very normal thing that happens when the both of you get too drunk. “can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah!” you sung loudly together, you then would turn around to face your best friend, flipping your hair in the process, dani placed her hands on your hips while yours traced down her body. “ahem” you jumped and turned around to see jensen standing in the doorway. “hey, don’t stop for me. i was enjoying myself” a dirty smirk painted his lips and every feeling and thought that you drank away came rushing back to you. “shut up, loser” danneel joked “no, for real. you guys are hot. i wonder what would have happened if i didn’t interrupt” he said lowly, staring down danneel with an even bigger smirk on his face. jensen was always dirty minded, it’s no secret. he would open talk about sex and make dirty jokes, but this is probably one of the dirtiest things he said in front of you which caused you to choke and spill your wine, all over your dress. jensen burst out laughing and dani went into full mom mode. “oh no! quick take it off it’s gonna stain!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, where you pulled off your dress and handed to to dani, she sprayed strain remover before throwing it into the wash. “just where this for this” she handed you a random shirt “this is jensens” you stated. “don’t worry, he won’t care” without protest you slipped on the huge shirt that fit you like a dress, ending a little lower then your previous dress. it was the shirt he was wearing in that one edit, the shirt he wore while he fucked your hard in your dream. it smelled like him, even though it was freshly washed, the mixture of laundry soap, jensen’s s musky scent and the chokehold this shirt has around your next warmed your entire body, right down to your core. 

while waiting for your dress to get done, you joined your husband on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into his side. jensen came from the kitchen with more drinks in his hands, this time four glasses of scotch. he leaned to give jared his glass and then went to give you yours, not before very blatantly checking you out. “love that shirt” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. he shot you a wink and went to sit across from you, next to dani. ignoring him and the red hot blush forming on your cheeks you turn to jared and place a hand on his thigh “babe, it’s getting late, we should probably go soon” you checked your phone to see it’s 11:43 pm “you guys aren’t going home,” jensen started. why does he start his sentences like that? “i think jared here, had a bit too much to drink” he glanced over at your husband and only then you noticed just how drunk he actually is. “and besides, the funs just starting” he looked down at you, flashing a smug grin. thank god dani is just as drunk as jared right now. 

for the next half hour or so you and danneel have been in deep conversation, though it’s quite hard considering the looks jensen is giving you. his eyes darkened and he scanned over your body for the sixth time in ten minutes, he’s been shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he keeps saying dirty things while maintaining heavy eye contact with you. he sat with his legs wide open, his large hands  constantly running down his thighs. jared and danneel got drunker and drunker while jensen was sobering you up fast. “excuse me a second” you muttered and got up and left to the kitchen to be alone for a second. it was all too much for you, the eye contact, his actions, his voice. your husband is right there! so is your best friend aka his wife! how can he be so- but when you really thought about it, there was not a part of you that didn’t like the attention, especially from a man like him. its so naughty and him being so obvious and your husband being so clueless makes you wet. if jared and dani was as sober as you and jensen -god, you don’t even wanna think about what will happen. after running your hands under cold water, you searched in the fridge for something nonalcoholic to drink. that’s when you felt a large presence behind you. “how you been (y/n)?” his voice was deep as he leaned on the counter, finishing the last little bit of scotch. you grabbed a water and turned to face him. “i-im great, how about you?” he ignored the second part of your question “are you, though? ‘cause im heard some things” panic quickly spread over your face. he knows. somehow he knows about the dream. “wh-what? what did you hear?” he began to walk closer to you, subconsciously you took a step back only to bump into the fridge, causing jensen to grin. “that you’ve been having some trouble getting laid.” your eyes widened and your gasped. “what? no, im getting laid!” jensen’s eyes softened and he nodded sarcastically “mhm, sure you are. but just not in the way you want too” your nerves are going through the roof right now. how does he know all this? and most of all why is he bringing it up? “what? jared told me.” he said casually as if this is just a normal thing. “he actually asked me for advice. you’re welcome by the way” “what did you say?” you asked with anticipation, you, at have just found a loophole for your little problem. “tsk, have patience sweetheart, you’re gonna have to wait and see” by now, there’s only a couple inches separating the both of you, your fully trapped between the fridge and jensen’s hard body, “thing i don’t understand is,” he started in a low whisper, his green eyes dark and he’s maintaining heavy eye contact “how can he not fuck you like that, y’know, the way you deserve” you were too stunned to speak, your body temperature is so high your about to break out in a sweat and the butterflies in your stomach make you wanna throw up. it feels like your dreaming and you brain can’t process anything. “i mean…if things were different or whatever, i don’t think i’d be able to stop myself from bending you over every table in this house.” he dipped his head down and whispered in your ear, in a low and deep voice “while you’re wearing my shirt”

this isn’t right. okay, you can’t deny it, if you could, you would happily let jensen fuck you anyway he wants. but you’re married! and you love jared, not to mention your best friend with his wife! this is insane.

you both heard a thud from the living and then a mixture of jared and danneel laughing. you slipped away from jensen and saw danneel on the floor with jared laying sideways across her stomach. jensen burst out laughing and went to help them both up. “i was trying to carry him upstairs and then i don’t know what happened!” dani was practically jello in jensen’s arms, she’s had way too much to drink and so did your husband. “looks like you need to call the babysitter, sweetheart” jensen spoke and began leading his wife upstairs. with a sigh you agreed, you’d rather stay the night then risk something bad happening if you let jared drive. “i’m gonna put her to bed, i’ll be back to grab the overgrown man child” jensen would flip danneel over his shoulder and carry her upstairs like she weighed nothing. his muscles and neck veins popped as he let out a soft grunt. squeezing your legs together, trying to get some type of relief. 

you reach for your phone to call the baby sitter to tell her the change of plans but jared grabbed your wrist and with one swift motion he had you on his lap. his hands were everywhere, under your (jensen’s) shirt, grabbing and squeezing at your tits, they then trailed down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. “you’re so fucking sexy right now” he grunted and thrusted his hips up, making you lose your balance and jolt forward. “so hot” he pulled you in and instantly started making out with you, it was hot and heavy and everything you wanted from him. he even smacked your ass which caused you to moan in his mouth. his hands was placed firmly on your hips while he grind them down on his crotch. you felt how hard he actually is and moaned, quite loudly this time. your clothed pussy grinding down on your husbands cock through his jeans almost sent you straight to euphoria. this is exactly what you need, just some relief. you needed someone to just use you, use your body as they please and do whatever they want to you, to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream, to fill your little pussy up with cum. your pussy is now throbbing and you need the release so bad. is this what jensen was talking about earlier? “fuck” you breathed and you pulled away for air, only for jensen to be standing right in front of you, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair was messy and it hung in front of his eyes. “hey, hey, hey!” he grabbed jared shoulder. “not on my new couch, take it to the bedroom kids!” jared put his hands up on protest and muttered a series of apologies as jensen guided him off the couch and upstairs “you coming?” he asked, you husband half cautious and clinging onto jensen. “yeah, just gotta call the baby sitter.” “don’t take too long” he winked and disappeared with your husband, you rolled your eyes and texted the sitter, letting her know that you and jared will be spending the night. 

“he’s all yours sweetheart” jensen smirked in the doorway. your husband was in bed and barely conscious. “thanks” you replied quietly and began to shut the bedroom door but jensen stopped it. “if you need anything, at all, i’ll be in my office” he left down the hall and you shut the door, finally feeling like you can breathe. you climbed into bed and poked jared’s shoulder. “babe?” the only reply you got was a loud snore and him shifting in bed, placing his arm and leg over you, essentially holding you hostage in bed. 

that bastard, he fell asleep on you! you groaned in frustration and tried your best to sleep. you probably only slept an hour or two because your mind kept making up dirty thoughts..about jensen. the way he looked today, the signals he was sending, all that shit he said to you in the kitchen. it was too much and you couldn’t help yourself. with very careful actions, you moved your hand down and into your underwear, gasping at how wet you really are, your panties are soaked from the arousal you’ve pretty much had all day. you pressed your finger hard to your clit and sighed in relief. you began to rub small circles, trying not to moan out loud no matter how good it feels. unfortunately though, your movements caused your husband to shift again in his sleep and now his arm is over yours, trapping your hand so that you can barely wiggle your fingers. 

“fuck this” you whispered before prying your husband hands off and slipping out of bed. honestly, you don’t know what you were expecting or even looking for, but a small part of you hoped that jensen is still up. you crept down the hallway and looked for any evidence of an office. your foot managed to find and step on the loudest creek ever and you froze in place, in fear that you woke someone up (or maybe in fear that you’ll be caught) “(y/n)?” you heard a deep voice say behind you. you whipped around and immediately began to apologize “i’m so sorry i just-“ “can’t sleep?” you nodded, to put it simply. he stepped aside and motioned with his head for you to come in. you listened to him and he shut and locked the door behind you. 

“so, what’s got you up at night?” he asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he knows exactly what but he enjoys seeing me suffer. “i’m guessing he went lights out on you?” you sighed and nodded, there’s no point to deny it anymore. he sighed as if he’s personally affected too and slumped down in his chair, legs wide open as he swung side to side lightly. “i’m sorry sweetheart, ‘s gotta suck” he laughed and your glared at him. why is he being such an asshole right now? “can you stop?” you snapped, sassily which only caused jensen to put his hands up in defence “hey, i tried everything i could, i gave him strict instructions and if your still getting blue balled, it’s not my problem” 

full of frustration, you turned on your heel to leave. coming here was a mistake, you must’ve gotten mixed signals or just hallucinated the whole- “…unless” jensen started again, you turned slowly to look at him. the light from the one small lamp on the desk made him look like he was glowing, the shadow pa contouring every muscle p, his hair was super messy from running his hands through it all day. he looked so…delicious. he made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger and without even thinking, your legs started to move and you were right in front of him. he reached out grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer so your now in between his outstretched legs.”unless, i show you what i told him”  he began slowly running his finger tips up and down the sides. “sit” he said plainly. sit? sit where? on his lap!? your brain needed a couple seconds to process everything. but that was a couple of seconds too long for jensen, he spun you and aggressively pulled you down to his lap, your back now against his chest. your legs were spread wide and stretched over his. your breath hitched has he continued rubbing your thighs, “when i tell you to do something, i expect you to fucking do it.” his hand getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy. “je-jensen,” was all you managed to get out before he brushed his hand against your core. a gasp left your lips and jensen smirked down at you. “i barely even touched you yet and your already a mess” he finally slipped his hand past the hem of your panties and pressed his whole hand against your pussy. 

“fuuck, already soaked for me, were you walking around like this all day?” he asked and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. he started to rub small and slowly circles at your clit and you sighed, melting into him completely. his rough fingers felt amazing and he applied just enough pressure. he started to speed up a bit, spreading your wetness everywhere. “i bet your pussys real pretty, bet it taste sweet too” those words made your pussy clench. his voice was so deep and he spoke with such experience and smoothness, “jensen i-i” his movements slowed and he spoke softly “use your words” in your ear. “wha-what about danneel, and jared? i don’t wanna hurt them” jensen began to leave soft kisses down your neck as your voiced your concerns, his fingers still rubbing hard circles on your clit. “they won’t found out” he mumbled “you wanna stop?” no. yes. you don’t know. you’re so conflicted, you love jared but jensen is working your pussy like never before. “i just love them so much” was the best answer you can give him. “i know baby,” he bit your ear lobe and sped up his movements faster then before, his other hands reached around your head to cover your mouth “i love them too, but right now, i think i love you more” and with that he plunged two fingers deep inside you, you arched your back as he began to pump them in and out at an extraordinary pace. if you could you would be screaming right now. jared’s fingers are long but jensen’s are thicker, it almost hurts. this is what you needed. you needed jensen to finger fuck you like this. “so fuckin tight around my fingers, i can’t imagine how my cock will feel” he curled his fingers upwards, his finger tips brushing against your g-spot as he moved his whole arm up and down, trying to force an orgasm out of you this soon. you felt like you were gonna explode, this much pleasure all at once was too much for you. “no cumming, unless i say so” he turned my head to look me in the eyes, showing me that he’s dead serious about this. i squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything other then cumming all over your husbands best friends fingers “fuckk” you moaned but it came out muffled from jensen’s tight grip. “you’re close, i can feel it. but remember, not until i say so.” he reminded and you nodded. it was all that you could do. you squirmed against him, unable to move from how tight he held you down. the pleasure in your lower abdomen built up over the course of the next couple seconds and you turned your head to face him with pleading eyes. “please,” you clenched around on his skilled fingers and your legs began to shake, you finally broke one hand free and went to grab his wrist. the pleasure was too much, your body already exhausted. you dug your nails into his thin skin, but it did nothing, your strength is nothing compared to his, his pace was still hard and fast. “please” you cried out. “hm? please what?” he muttered in your ear. you hate him for the way he is torturing you right now. “i need to cum, please!” he let out a light laugh,“hmm, no” he stopped all his motions and loosened his grip. “no!” you whined and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to your pussy but he pulled away. “why?” you were literally seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, from finally getting the relief you needed since days. you stood up extremely frustrated but didn’t realize how weak your legs actually were, you leaned back against his desk and took a couple seconds to catch your breath. he fully leaned back in his chair and looked up at you with a smug smile, he was proud of himself and he wasn’t scared to show it to you, even though your glared at him with such hatred. “jensen.” you said as he ignored your first question. he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked up the tip of his middle finger. a deep and satisfied growl erupted from his chest and as he sucked your sweet taste off his fingers. “so fukin good, so sweet” he complimented. “why’d you stop? i was almost there” you said just above a whisper.

“cause” he stood up to his full height and pressed his body against yours, causing you to fully lean against his desk. he reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat, pressing his thumb into your jaw to make your head turn to the side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “i’m not done with you yet” he reached under your shirt and grabbed the sides of your black lacey underwear, roughly pulling them down to your ankles as he crouched down in between your legs. you subconsciously spread your legs a little wider and jensen groaned at the sight of your exposed pussy. “fuck baby, such a pretty little pussy” you clenched at his words and felt your arousal start to drip down your thighs, he reached and scooped up your juices with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. “taste how pretty you are” grabbed his wrist once again and took his fingers in, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around his fingertips. you hummed at the taste and he muttered  “that’s it baby, such a good little slut for me.” he grabbed your tight with his other hand and placed it over his broad shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” you nodded eagerly, his fingers still in your mouth. “hm, beg for it” 

“what? i-i don’t” 

“beg for it.” he repeated. “beg for me to fuck you, to make you cum. tell me just how bad you need it.” his words melted you as you tried to form words but your brain is completely mush right now. “i-i need you so bad jensen please, please fuck me.” he scoffed and gave you a look that said “that’s it?” fuck. “your fingers felt so good, i need them, i need you, please, just please make me cum, fuck me the way i deserve” once he was satisfied with your pleas, he finally drived in. licking a long strip up your pussy, your hands instantly tangled up in his hair. shaking his head from side to side to get deeper, he began to alternate between sucking and kicking your clit, occasionally gently biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “fuckk, feels so good, keep going please.” you moaned out quite loudly, not caring if someone heard you. jensen’s tongue is working wonders on your clit and you just can’t help it. he’s making you feel so damn good. he reached up and grabbed your hand from his hair  and placed it on your clit, wanting you to run circles while he licked at your entrance, you did as you was told while his tongue darted in and out of your hole. the whole room was filled sucking, slurping and your breathy moans and jensens muffled groans. you felt the pleasure build up again and you threw your head back. “close” was all your managed to get out but that’s all that jensen needed, he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking harder then before, he shoved two fingers in your pussy and pumped them in and out, wiggling them to stimulate your g-spot. “fuck!” you shouted and felt a hard smack to your thigh. “i know it’s hard baby girl, but you gotta shut the fuck up” you nodded, eyes still squeezed shut “‘m sorry, i just, gonna..fuckk, need to-“ you were a mess. heavy breathing, sweaty, can’t even form a proper sentence thanks to jensen. your body felt like jello and your legs would not stop shaking. “shh,” he placed a free hand over your mouth again. “you wanna cum? right here on my fingers?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. all you could do was nod as the pleasure burned, you were about to explode any second. “then cum.” 

you let go, finally getting the release you craved from him. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you breathed out as jensen licked and finger fucked you through your first orgasm, still hard and fast. the taste of you on his tongue made him groan against your cunt, the vibrations and the stabby feeling of his beard was all too much for you. you wanted to scream out his name and show him how good he’s making you feel but you can’t, his grip is tight over your mouth. your body shook and convulsed from how powerful of an orgasm he pulled from your body. “that’s it baby, cum for me” 

after a couple more seconds you found your breathing starting to regulate and you opened your eyes to see jensen at his full height and him staring you down. “you look so pretty when you cum. such cute sounds you make.” his fingers still deep inside you, he flexed them upward towards your g-spot. the sensitivity causing your body to jerk. he chuckled and removed his fingers to which you whined at the empty feeling. “thank you” you said for the compliment and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. you expected him to move out of the way but he didn’t, his eyes still staring into yours like a predator staring down its prey. “je-“ i’m still not done” was all he said before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. once again, your eyes widened, at the size, the pre-cum dripping from his head, and how hard he actually is. you instinctively reached how for it, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. “no” was all he said before grabbing you by the neck again, making you look up at him. his thumb traced your jawline and up to your bottom lip, slightly pushing it past your lips so you can suck on it, which you happily did. matching his heavy eye contact, you innocently took his thumb in and hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked the tip of his thumb gently. he groaned at the sight of you, while he pumped his length a few times. 

“please can i taste it?” you asked. jensen stood silent for a few seconds, not expecting you to ask that. “i wanna make you feel good” you reached out and lightly scratched down his abs, an action you reserved for your husband to show him your in the mood. you didn’t even realized what you did, it just happened subconsciously. jensen smirked at your action, it seems like he knew what that meant but you were sure, nor did you care right now. “you want it that bad?” you nodded, and he finally took a step back, freeing you from being trapped between him and his desk. “then get on your knees” wasting no time, you slid down and sat on your knees, looking up at the glorious man you call your best friends husband. he seems so tall and big from this angle. his muscles are tense from all the build up and his cock hard and red. he pumped himself a few times before grabbing a hard fistful of her hair and lining himself up on your bottom lip. the butterflies showed up again and you can feel yourself getting wet once again. poking your tongue out, you gave his tip a few kitten licks before sucking softly on the tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, savouring the taste of his pre cum. you heard jensen groan in frustration and without any warning, he shoved his entire length down your throat, the tip of your nose smashing into the soft skin above his cock. “if you’re gonna beg to suck my cock then fuckin’ suck it!” he growled when his tip hit the back of your throat. you gaged and tears immediately welled in the corners of your eyes. this isn’t what you had in mind but you should’ve known jensen doesn’t like things slow. tightening his grip on your hair, he placed another hand tightly around your throat and began to thrust in and out. “ha, i can feel my dick in your throat!” he said in pure amusement, meanwhile your struggling not to throw up from how deep he’s down your throat. a couple more thrusts and groans from jensen before he pulled you off. finally. you gasped and immediately began coughing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “tsk, knew you couldn’t handle it” he shook his head as if he’s disappointed in you. maybe he is.. “shame cause your mouth felt amazing” he laughed, mocking you and the state you're in right now. you were about to protest and argue back with him but he lifted you to your feet, turned you around and with a firm grasp on the back of your neck he pinned you down on his desk. you were stuck in his position before you even knew what was happening. you felt his thumb swipe down your folds which sent a shiver down your spine. without you seeing, jensen would put his thumb in his mouth and suck it clean from your juices. he would never admit this to you but you have the best tasting pussy out of all the women he’s been with..including his wife. he reached down for another taste, this time shoving two fingers in as deep as he could. “hmm” he hummed at the taste of you, he just can’t get enough. it’s almost like he’s addicted. right then and there he decided that this wasn’t gonna be a one time thing. he needed you and your sweet little pussy. “you get wet sucking cock?” he asked and left a hard smack to your ass “or just mine?” you didn’t answer him..but it’s just his. another hard smack in the same spot left your skin stinging and hot. unbeknownst to you, a red hand print already started forming. 

you heard him shift behind you and soon felt the tip of his dick press against your folds. he rubbed his head up and down your entire pussy, gathering and using your juices as lube even though it’s extremely unnecessary from how wet you already are. “ready sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, whining eagerly “are you gonna be a good girl for me? gonna be quiet?” you felt his tip at your entrance, barely in but you still clenched down, in a desperate attempt to feel him. “yes, yes i will, i promise just please fuc-“ you were cut off by a gasp. he shoved his full entire length in your pussy, bottoming out and groaning when his tip hit your cervix. he began to move slow and give you sometime to adjust. he knows you needed it. jared might be taller but jensen is bigger, in every way. you let out a small sigh and tried your best to relax. he’s so deep and you feel so full. there’s a vein on the underside of his cock and feels so amazing brushing against your g-spot, you can’t help but moan. “fuck me” you whispered not necessarily to jensen but he still listened and snapped his hips forward hard, making a loud slapping sound in the process. “such a dirty little mouth” he grunted out and sped up his movements, fucking your pussy at a fast but pleasurable pace that just makes you melt underneath him. he’s making you feel so good and it’s getting so damn hard to stay quiet. your nails are scratching at the varnish on his desk and your biting on the inside of your arm to muffle your moans. if the circumstances were different, you would be screaming. screaming his name, moaning and groaning as loud as you can, letting anyone near by hear how good he’s fucking you. unfortunately the only people near by is your husband and his wife. 

“pussy feels s’ good” he groaned out and leaned over, changing his angle so now he’s fucking up into your cervix. “so fuckin’ wet and tight, all for me” his words made you clench around him which caused him to let out and gutteral groan “yes! it’s all yours just for you” was the only thing you could say in response. your mind is so fucked out and your body is close behind, you’re completely mush underneath him, just a toy for him to use “say it again” he’s fucking you so good and rough that you actually weren’t paying attention to what you just said. “who’s pussy is this?” he rammed his hips into your ass, “yours, it’s all yours” you breathed out. “fuckin’ right it is. all fucking mine” he growled and reached around to rub hard and fast circles on your clit. “fuuckk” you cried out, you started to feel the pleasure build up, quickly. “close” you said barely above a whisper. you hope he’ll let you cum without being an asshole. you have no more strength to hold it. “i know baby, just wait a bit longer” you whined out as he sped up his movements. “fuck” he groaned “almost there” 

“jens-don’t..” 

“hm? use your words, sweetheart.” he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “d-don’t cum..fuck” you were trying to pled with him to not cum in you. he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom and your not on birth control. “still don’t understand what your tryin’ to say” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “fuck please” you groaned in frustration. “don’t cum in me!” you finally got out, pleasure still building up and you felt like you can cum any second. “sorry sweetheart. my house, my rules” your eyes widened and you tried to push him off with whatever strength you had left. obviously it didn’t work. even at your full strength to you couldn’t make this man budge. “think you’re gonna come to my house all cute and frustrated, wear my fuckin shirt, dance like a little slut with my wife, beg me to fuck you and then tell me i’m not allowed to cum balls deep inside you?” he laughed, still fucking you hard, deep and fast. “don’t work like that, sweetheart. i’m gonna put a fuckin baby in you” he would sped up his movements to shut you up of any further argument. he said what he said and meant it. “fuck, i’m cumming” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, releasing and clenching down tightly around jensen, stilling his movements. your orgasm crashed through your entire body and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “that’s it baby girl, cum on my cock. let me hear those pretty sounds.” your orgasm triggered jensens as you felt hot spurts of cum shoot against your cervix. he let out a deep growl and dug his nails into your hip so tightly, you know you’re gonna have fully formed bruises tomorrow. he kept himself buried deep inside you while he painted your walls with this thick, creamy cum. “fuck, fuck” you said at the feeling of him cumming deep inside you, like he said he would. you can’t deny how good it feels to cum around his cock, to feel him filling you up, to have jensen growling and grunting in your ear, feeling his sweaty body on yours.

the two of you stayed in that position for a couple seconds while you both caught your breath. he fucked into you deeply a few more times trying to push his cum deeper. he finally pulled out and left yet another smack to you ass. “so fuckin good” he breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. you ignored him and tried to push his cum out. this could be really bad and you aren’t ready to have your marriage break, but nothing came out, it’s too deep and the panic started to set in. “no, no sweetheart” he crouched down to grab your underwear from around your ankles, he slowly lifted them up and put them back on you, he then leaned over and growled in your ear. “i want you to go back and climb in bed next to your husband, with every single drop of my cum deep in your pussy” 

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Who would be interested in an event that focuses on Sam Winchester and/or Jared Padalecki as the core character?

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