A/N: This is one of the few flufftober fics I wrote for Kinktober to make sure everyone enjoys kinktober/flufftober.
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He’s so tall. He’s huge. He’s got even bigger hands. He’s all you ever dreamed of and more.
Sadly, the alpha of your dreams is flirting with some other girl.
“Heya sweetheart,” his brother says, eagerly hugging you. “Are you enjoying yourself? We did good, right?”
“It’s a great party,” you reply with a smile. The brothers moved to town some weeks ago and invited the neighbors over for a welcome party. “Thanks for inviting me, Mr. Winchester.”
“I told you to call me Dean,” he grins. “Anyone bringing me pie, food and beer can call me Dean. The pie was something else. What did you put inside?”
“My pleasure, Dean. I used anise,” The tall omega chuckles now. “I like to bake and take care of-“ you bite your tongue. “You know, share food and all.”
“It’s quite alright, Y/N. I know that you have a thing for my brother,” you gasp audibly. “He’s a good catch, sweetheart. Trust me. I’m an omega and recognize a good alpha when I see one. And he’s single.”
“Oh, I forgot to ask what you are doing for a living,” you glance at Sam while talking to his elder brother. You try to make small talk, but all of your senses seem to focus on Sam.
“I’m a mechanic, and Sammy over there,” Dean smirks as he points toward his brother is a lawyer. He just opened his own law company. So, if you ever need help with…uh you know. The law. He can help you.”
“That’s nice. I guess.”
“What are you doing for a living, Y/N?” the friendly omega asks. Dean tries to loosen you up a little before he pushes you into his brother’s arms. He already imagines welcoming you to their family.
“I’m a teacher at the local high school. Boring I know,” you lick your lips while watching Sam. “Not like Jess. She’s a creative director and Lisa over there, the one talking to your brother is a yoga instructor and knows everything about workouts and such.”
“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” the omega lowers his voice, “you need to be a little more forward and aggressive when it comes to courting for an alpha you want. Go over there, and make sure to get my brother’s attention. He loves your scent; he told me so.”
“He likes my scent?”
“Lavender and honeysuckle, right? Samy was telling me he scented you before he saw you. Honeysuckle, heady and nectarous, and lavender, a pleasant smell that is floral and herbal at the same time according to my brother.”
“He scented me,” you mumble. “Sam scented me.”
“Yes. Now go over there and make your claim on my brother known.”
Dean smirks. You sigh.
There is no way that a tall and handsome alpha like Sam would ever want to claim someone plain and boring like you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you lie as Dean looks at you, brows furrowed. “I totally forgot about the time. I need to have a look at my students' homework and there are a few emails I need to answer.”
“Don’t just leave. At least say goodbye to my brother if you are too chicken to get what you want.”
“I-“
You sigh again.
“Sammy is a nice guy. I know the beard and his size can be intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of my brother.”
You gasp.
“Dean, I’m not scared of Sam. I just don’t know how to talk to him.”
“You talked to me the whole time.”
“That’s…you are not him,” Dean chuckles as you try to explain how you feel about his younger brother. “Don’t get me wrong. You are a nice guy but he’s just…so perfect, and tall.”
“Sammy is not perfect. He’s smart, kind, and yes, tall. But you are special too. Go and talk to him. If only to say goodnight.”
You take a deep breath. “I can do this.”
“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”
While you slowly make your way toward Sam, Dean secretly cheers for you and his brother. It’s been a while since Sam wanted to settle down and find himself an omega. Since he and Amelia broke things up, Sam became a loner.
“Sam, hi,” fuck, you hate the sound of your own voice. Your hands start to sweat, and you don’t know if you can make it out of the house without embarrassing yourself. “It was nice of you to invite me to the party, but I have to go.”
You hold out your hand.
“You want to go?”
“I got some more work to do,” you feel your heartbeat quicken when Sam shakes your hand. “Welcome to the neighborhood again. I hope you like it here.”
“Y/N? Hi, uh…can you open the door? It’s me, Sam from next door,” you slowly blink your eyes open as someone repeatedly rings your doorbell. “Y/N! Omega!”
“What? Who?” rubbing your face with your hand you groan. “Fuck’s sake. Who rings at my door in the middle of the night.”
You turn back around and try to get some sleep.
To hell with whoever tried to disturb your goodnight sleep…
“Morning neighbor,” you wave at Dean as he hurriedly makes his way toward his car. A black Impala he likes to call Baby.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You snicker as he blows you a kiss. Dean and you feel comfortable around each other, and it shows.
You spent the last few weeks getting to know the cocky omega better.
“Where do you go?”
“My garage.”
“Oh, I just came home from work.”
“Sammy is back in town too,” you stop in your tracks at the news.
At the same time as Dean decided to become your new best friend, Sam left town. Or was it the other way around?
“How was his business trip?”
“Good…it was good.”
“I should head home. Have a great day, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t tell you that Sam had to leave town to sit out his rut. His brother was ready to just pounce on you. Before Sam left, he asked his brother to keep an eye on you...
“You kept me waiting,” you drop your bag and keys as Sam Winchester stands in your living room. He looks you up and down but says nothing else. “I have been waiting for you.”
“Sam? How did you get—Dean,” groaning you realize Dean must’ve given the spare key you handed him to to join you for movie nights, to his brother. “He let you into my house.”
“Y/N, I was worried about you,” the alpha steps closer to tower over you. “Dean said you’ll be at home at seven. Uh-I wanted to cook for us.”
You just stare up at Sam. He’s even taller up close and it makes you feel small and vulnerable. But there is something else. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can already feel the slick run down your thighs. “Sam, I…”
“Do you know how hard it is to me to see and scent you every day and not be able to act on it? I wanted to make you mine for so long,” your throat is suddenly a little too dry. Sam’s scent hits you, and you can only stare up at him as he moves his large hand to cradle your face. “Answer me, omega.”
“No.”
His warm hand on your face makes you whimper. “I will tell you.” He scoops you up in his strong arms to carry you toward the bedroom. “Did you think I missed the way you looked at me?”
Sam presses you against the wall next to your bedroom. His lips claim yours in a heated kiss. You moan, eagerly returning the kiss as Sam starts to grind against your thigh.
“Sam.”
“I waited long enough to make you mine. Dean told me that you want to be mine,” he claims your lips again. A little softer this time. “Do you want me to become your alpha?”
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Pairing: Destiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Tags: meet awkward, nurse!Dean, Single Dad Dean, Single Dad Cas, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Subways
Word Count: 2,167
Summary: One thing Dean's never been able to get the hang of is putting his daughter's hair in braids. That is until he watches a man on his train to work do just the thing he can't. When said man accuses him of staring, instead of malice, a friendship blooms between the two single parents.
Read on AO3 | written for @spnfluffbingo (2018): single parent au
Dean gets the train every morning to the hospital, it saves him from trying to park his precious Impala in the cramped, underground parking lot. He usually ignores everyone, preferring to put in his headphones and turn up Led Zeppelin.
That is until he spots a dark-haired man get on at the next stop, trailing a blonde-haired child behind him. He sits on a spare seat and Dean can’t help but watch as the child steps in front of him and hands him a hairbrush.
The man brushes through the girl’s hair before splitting it in two and plaiting it with quick efficiency. He sits in stunned silence then, not even hearing his favourite track playing from his iPod. He’s jealous, the most he can do with his own daughter's hair is sweep it up in a ponytail and even then it’s messy and Dean finds her kindergarten teacher has redone it at some point during the day.
***
When Dean goes to pick up his daughter that evening, he notices that her hair has been done up in a better ponytail than she left with that morning and he shakes his head before getting her belted in the Impala.
The drive home is short and he wants to try plaiting his daughter's hair before dinner.
“Emma? Will you come here a moment?” He calls and waits for her in the lounge, her hairbrush and hair ties laid out.
When Emma bounds into the room and spots the hairbrush she eyes them wearily and scowls at them.
"Don't give me that look, I gotta practice sometime!" Dean scolds teasingly. Emma rolls her eyes, which Dean promptly ignores and waits for her to stand in front of him. "I saw another daddy today putting braids in his daughters hair. Thought I'd give it a try." Emma just nods and remains quiet.
Dean parts Emma's hair into two just as he'd seen the man on the train do. It's wobbly and one side has more hair than the other. The comb catches a knot and Emma huffs her displeasure.
"Sorry."
"Why can't Miss Bradbury do it?" Emma asks. She starts to turn her head but Dean sets his hands on either side and keeps her facing forward.
"Because," Dean says as he splits one half in three. "Part of my job is to make sure you're well cared for and that includes doing your hair."
Emma's head tugs to one side as he tries to remember how the man's hands moved.
"Miss Bradbury is gentle!"
Dean tries to not let the words hurt, but it's hard. He battles through it, starting the braid, and it's going well until it isn't. When he ties off the end it looks messier than he's ever seen Emma's hair. He grumbles under his breath and pulls it out much to Emma's disdain.
"Alright, not happening today. Dinner will be in an hour so go play while I cook."
Emma can't seem to get away quick enough, tearing through the house and up the stairs to her room.
Dinner is easy enough, spaghetti and meatballs, and it's just as well since his mind is elsewhere through the process. The digital photo frame that sits next to the electric kettle flicks to a picture of Emma sitting on Lydia's lap. Dean remembers taking the photo, it had been the first time Lydia put Emma's hair up. It's tufty like a pineapple top and Emma's cute grin makes her look goofy.
It's not like Lydia would have been the one to always do Emma's hair, it's not why he doesn't know how. Lydia passed away before even she got a chance to start doing Emma's hair, so they could learn together.
"Daddy?"
Dean drops the spoon into the spaghetti sauce and only just refrains from swearing. He turns to find Emma with paper and colouring pencils in her hands.
"What's up, kiddo?"
"Can I colour at the table? I'll clear up before eating time."
"Sure," Dean says with a smile and then watches as she clambers into a chair and spreads out her supplies.
***
The man with the dark hair is on the train again the next morning with the same little girl, repeating the actions of yesterday expertly.
Dean's jealous, absolutely, but mostly curious and he watches him twist and turn his fingers around fine blonde hair. He tries not to be obvious but it's difficult when the carriage isn't very busy.
Once he's done it's easier to look away and Dean goes back to his phone and searches up a couple of tutorial videos to entertain him through his last few stops.
As the train comes to a halt a shadow looms over him and Dean looks up with a jerk.
"Do you have a problem?" says the man Dean had been watching braid his kid's hair.
"No?" Dean says back, he's about to get defensive when he puts the pieces together. "Oh no, not… um, was trying to figure out how you get her hair like that. Got a daughter myself and um—"
"Perhaps staring at us on a train isn't the way to learn." His eyes narrow and his voice is quiet and calm. It both scares and sends a thrill through Dean.
"Sorry. I'm practising but I just don't got the—" he cuts himself off twisting his hands uselessly in the vague motions of hair braiding.
The doors ping and slide open.
"Come on, this is our stop," he says to the girl behind him. She's about Emma's age, Dean notices and as he turns, he notices just how neat her braids are.
The man and his daughter disappear and Dean sits quietly feeling a little uneasy. His day is busy, taking his mind off things, but as soon as he's back on the train home, he feels odd again.
Picking up Emma from school doesn't make him feel any better when she bounds up to him with high pigtails in her hair. She talks and talks about her school day and Dean makes all the right noises and feels guilty about not really listening.
She's going through a colouring phase at the moment so Dean joins in, dragging one of Emma's pencils over and sketching out a basic scene. Dean would be lying to himself if the inspiration was based on something other than his travel to work that morning.
There's a rough outline of a man waving out of a train window and Dean starts to shade in the dark hair before his hand starts to cramp from lack of practice.
***
Dean's almost afraid to get on the train the next morning but he does because he can't be late and there's no way he's taking his baby all the way into the city.
He sits on his phone and ignores his surroundings as best he can. The carriage is relatively empty all up until someone sits down next to him. He mentally grumbles about how there are plenty of seats in here, and that it wasn't necessary to sit right next to him.
He looks up briefly after a moment and finds the man from yesterday looking at him.
"I hope you don't mind," he says and gestures generally to his seated position.
Dean struggles for words for a moment before shrugging. "Go ahead."
"I'm Castiel, by the way. I thought you might want a close up tutorial."
Dean's heart beats fast for a few moments before settling and feeling grateful for him.
"Please," Dean says.
Castiel pulls a comb from his pocket and ushers his daughter to stand in front of him.
"I'm Dean. Emma, my daughter, just started to want her hair up for school but I'm bad at it. Her teacher redoes it nearly every day. Feels like I just…"
"It's okay, Dean." Castiel lays a gentle hand on Dean's arm, stopping him from running his mouth in desperation to this poor stranger. "We all have things we're not good at."
"Daddy's not good at cooking."
"Claire…" Castiel says with exasperation.
Dean can't help but laugh a little. It's broken the tension a bit.
"Well that's something I've always been good at," Dean tells them, he doesn't mean to brag, but Lydia used to call him King of the Kitchen so he's kept that title for himself. “Maybe we can trade skills? I can give you one of my fool proof recipes tomorrow, if you like?”
He hopes he’s not being too forward, but he mostly wants to make up for coming across as creepy the day before.
But Castiel only brightens a little, a smile forming on his face. “I’d love that.”
***
Dean learns eagerly from Castiel and finds his braiding better with practice. Even Emma is impressed, though she only shows it with a critical eye in the mirror and no complaint once he’s done. She’s certainly Lydia’s, that’s for sure.
Castiel, in turn, regales about his new adventures in cooking and though he doesn’t see much of Claire on the train he does hear from Castiel that she thinks their dinners are more exciting.
Getting the train to work becomes something for Dean to look forward to, this new blooming friendship between himself and another single dad makes things feel easier and that he’s not alone in his struggles. He does wonder at what point he should ask for Castiel’s number… for a maybe playdate for Claire and Emma, but Castiel gets there before Dean managed to fret over it for several days.
It’s as easy as Castiel asking him, so Dean’s not sure why he built it up in his head that it’s a big deal. They see and talk to each other on the train every day so it’s normal for them to exchange numbers as friends.
Castiel, it turns out, is an avid texter and emoji user and it makes Dean feel like a dinosaur needing to translate the messages. Even Emma does a better job than him at working out what Castiel is telling him.
He’s standing outside of Emma’s school at let-out time when he gets another text from Castiel.
Castiel | 2:48pm | ☕?
Dean’s not that stupid to not figure out that Castiel is asking him for coffee, but he’s overrun with ideas for what kind of coffee he might be asking for. Just a catch-up, maybe just a way to add to their friendship since they’ve not met outside of their train journeys, what if Castiel is asking him on a date? It would be weird to think it wasn’t a date and turn up to find out that it is.
“Hi daddy! I made a new friend today!”
Dean almost has the breath knocked from his lungs at the way Emma launches herself at him. “That’s great, Emma.”
Emma turns to point out her new friend through the crowd of parents and Dean recognises her as Claire. He frowns for a moment and scourers the crowd for dark hair, eyes landing on Castiel a few moments later as their eyes catch one another.
It’s hard to keep the smile off his face and he waves to Castiel. He forgets the — maybe-date — text that he’s just received and only remembers about it when Castiel joins them.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Hey, Cas. Didn’t know Claire went to this school too.”
“Today’s her first day, I was homeschooling before we moved but ever since I picked up my job in the city, we decided Claire should go to the actual school. Claire’s been excited to start and seems to have found a good friend.”
“Yeah, Emma’s a great kid,” Dean tells him and then finds Emma grinning up at him. “It was great seeing you, Cas. I guess I’ll see you Monday on the train?”
“Yeah, of course,” Castiel smiles.
“See ya, Cas. Bye Claire.” Dean turns to leave, giving both of them a quick wave as Emma does the same.
He’s about three steps away when he hears Castiel’s voice again. “Wait, Dean,” he says.
Dean turns with Emma hanging off his arm and finds Castiel looking a bit sheepish.
“So, um… did you want to go for coffee?”
Dean decides he’s going to play dumb, and not assume it’s a date even though Castiel’s hesitancy seems to suggest that it could be. “Sounds great, I’ve got a pretty quiet weekend coming up if that suits you.”
“Is it… um.” Dean smiles at Castiel’s apprehensiveness. This is nothing like the man who told him off that first time in the train carriage, but ever since that moment he’s been fond of the softness that Castiel has. “Can it be a date?”
“I’d really like that,” Dean replies and he can see the worry drop out of Castiel. “We’ll text about it, maybe call each other. See you soon, Cas!”
With that, Dean walks away with an extra special friend, a date to be decided and a happiness inside him that he hasn’t felt in a long time.
tags: taboo, long lost sibling sex, brother cock in sister pussy, brother cums in sister pussy, vaginal sex, sex in a bath tub, dr dna test, finding out your own brother got you pregnant WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18 THIS WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMAREZ THIS WILL BE YOUR DOOM...
rating: 18+ EXPLICIT DO NOT READ IF UNDER AGE OF 18
created for @spnfluffbingo @spnkinkbingo @sweetness47
You head out to the club to meet up with your best friend... Going through highschool and college would have sucked if not for her. But doing your 3rd year of law, you both decided to hit the club after a full week of exams.
You got into a romper, strapless, blue and gold obviously but it was a brand new outfit... you were heading to meet up with your bestie outside of the best club on campus.
Now you don't normally mingle with anyone that you either bring back to the dorm or go back to their place with but tonight felt different.
You and your best friend were just dancing in the crowd. You went to grab some drinks but a stranger a tall dark mysterious hot guy bumped into you. He leans in to whisper in your ear
Jensen: sorry for bumping into you.
You lean in to whisper back
Yn: it's all good.
He replies low husky and soft
Jensen: dance with me
In seconds the music changed, it was more hypnotic and seductive.. but you followed Jensen to the center of the crowd where you both spent the next few hours just doing the grind.
It wasn't till almost closing time that your best friend found you.
Alaina: go home with him, I'll see you tomorrow. Plus I get to have my own fun and you 2 seem to have hit it off.
Yn: but it seems too good to be true...
Alaina: you worry too much take tonight for yourself. Go and have some fun. I know I will.
And like that you both parted ways. Jensen summoned you a cab to take you cross campus to the guys dorms.
Jensen and you went inside and found neither of you could keep your hands off eachother but also agreed a bath was in order.
Jensen took his hands off of you long enough to run the bath ... you turned around to stare in the mirror, but you looked down slightly startled by the arms of someone wrapping around your waist.
Jensen: I can afford to buy you new clothes and plus I have some shirts that you could use as dresses if need be... now are you ready for me to tear these clothes off of you and rock your world?
You let out a shrilled moan as Jensen placed small slow kisses cross your neck...
Yn: take me for I belong to you in full...
That's the last words spoken before your clothes are torn from your body... you then are carried into the bath... you could feel Jensen's hard cock throbbing beneath your wet pussy... as you grinded against him now sitting in the bath...
Jensen: alright baby let me shut off the water and then i will proceed to rock your world.
jensen then breathes in a groan which he then released with the following command.
jensen: water turn off...
you felt the water flow change... but that was a few seconds before jensen's hand was at your pussy, his hard cock errect beneath you, jensen kissed you as you slid onto his hard errect cock...
this caused you to cry out into the kiss. you were one of the few people that he had ever had in his apartment, but you were the only girl he had ever been with...
You were the one person in this entire planet who he hoped could save him, his company and his soul!
Jensen had gone down a dark path, though he plays Dean Winchester in the hit show supernatural, he should have known better than to do a satanic ritual even if it was for a haunted house and supposedly fake...
Well he had to, he promised he would help out so he went in, he did the ritual and boom, he hasnt been feeling right since!
You kept riding his hard erect cock but every time Jensen and you would lock eyes his eyes would be pitch voidless black...
Yn(inner thoughts): man I gotta do something... wait of course that's it...
You felt his thrusts become faster and harder... but you kept going as you spoke in clear ish moans the following words...
Yn: exorcisomus te, omnis immunus spirits, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarri, omnis legio, omnis congregato, insectas diabolicas, ergo dracto malidicte, eclesium secura fascious liberate, te regamous, audinos
At that last word the devils trap your magic had placed above you guys was now taking that demon back to hell.
Jensen: yn I'm so sorry...
You put your finger to his lips and look into his eyes.
Yn: take me to the bed, the water is all over the floor, we will clean up the rest of the mess tomorrow.
You feel jensens breathing turn softer as he grips your ass cheeks with his hands and lifts you up carrying you to the bed ever so gently.
Jensen gently places you on the bed as he begins to pound into you again. You scream, moan, dig your nails into his biceps and no sign of any other darkness in his features.
Jensen breathing heavily as he continues to pound you into the bed for another 15 minutes before he says the following words..
Jensen: squirt for me baby... squirt for me, show me how you like this...
You moaned against his neck and then it hit you, like the earth shattered right before your eyes, like the ground beneath you would swallow you whole, your powers reacted to jensens words and with a loud scream you squirted all over the bed and Jensen.
Jensen however came inside you, warm hot liquid shot right inside your core. Once the unloading was done and a couple of towels were grabbed you and Jensen pulled off those sheets and grabbed a clean blanket in order to curl up and sleep. Both of you putting your phones beside you guys.
Yn: how do you feel?
Jensen: like a new man. Yn I'm so sorry about what happened in the bath, I....
He was about to continue when you placed your hands on his...
Yn: I watch supernatural, I realize now why you seemed so familiar to me. I know what your darkness was. It was a demon...
Jensen: but that is impossible... I have...
He goes to gesture to his tattoo, but sees that it's been burned off...
Jensen: this is impossible... why, how...
Yn: hey hey its okay, look we will figure this out and I won't leave your side till we do...
Jensen: but What about...
Yn: all my classes are online I literally just listen to them, my teacher sends out multiple lesson assignments incase anyone likes to jump ahead you get extra credit when you do.
Jensen: but What about your roommate, what about...
You put a finger to his lips and felt peace.
Yn: do not make any more attempts for me to say no. I am staying with you and that's final... till we can figure out what happened to you.
Jensen finally crawled into bed beside you. Pulling you against his body so your both looking into eachothers eyes.
Jensen: your so cute when your being stubborn.
Yn:don't change the subject handsome. Now let's get some rest before morning comes or my best friend tracks me down. Lights off...
The lights turned off as you and Jensen fell sound asleep. Neither of you felt anything but peace the rest of the night.
Morning came about 830am your phone rings, you in a sleepy haze reach behind you and swipe the answer button.
Yn: yes
Alaina: hey girly... how was last night...
Yn: it was amazing girl, I feel different I feel like I am a whole new person.
Alaina: are we gonna do lunch today before your appointment or are we moving it to tomorrow.
Suddenly it clicked...
Yn: omg my appointment with the school counselor... shit... I totally forgot... Alaina ummm rain check on the coffee, also I won't be home in the dorm for a bit, I'm gonna stay with Jensen for a while.
Alaina: girl what happened last night that...
You hmm'd into the phone.
Yn: nah girl I mean yes last night was amazing, but you have to understand that my reason behind staying with Jensen has nothing to do with anything from the sexual activities but with the bond that Jensen and I created last night.
Jensen now was tracing your body his fingers were trailing along your thigh toward your still semi sensitive pussy.
His fingers touched the edge of your bikini line, you flinched and let out a squeak. You could hear Alaina in the phone clearing her throat...
Alaina: what was that?
Yn: nothing...
You said as though you were a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Alaina: uh huh oh well you go have fun I'll keep you informed. Love you
Yn: love you too...
Alaina and you hang up the phone. You let out a loud shrill of pleasure as Jensen begins to bury his face in your pussy as he sampled you...
Yn: omg Jensen, don't stop!
Jensen just keeps flicking his tongue across your now dripping wet pussy. Your clit so sensitive as Jensen keeps licking it and biting it and pinching it.
Jensen pulls back for a few seconds.
Jensen:squirt for me again baby, squirt for me!
That was it that was your undoing. He made you squirt for the second time in less than 24 hours. Mid squirt he thrusted into you again, hard rough and completely unstable, the bed creaking and you continued to drip while being ducked once more by Jensen.
Jensen: do it again baby, squirt for me.
That was it, you squirted again as Jensen once more came inside you. Jensen kissed you once he finished unloading and decided that cuddling would be a good way to start the morning.
Yn: can I level with you?
Jensen: of course you can..
Yn: that was my first actual cock....
Jensen looks at you with a confused look.
Jensen: what do you mean?
Yn: I mean my virginity had gone to my vibrator about a month ago, in the shower.
Jensen: so I'm the first guy whose ever?
Yn: yes you are...
You kiss his nose and feel his breathing change.
Jensen: so you have a school counselor appointment today?
Yn: ya to discuss my classes and how things are going and see if I've decided on a major or minor or what I'd like to do yet!
Jensen: any other appointments this week?
Yn: not this week, next week I have a Dr appointment. Blood work and stuff.. ya know the family history thing don't want any surprises.
Jensen: totally understandable.
jensen smiled as he went over to his closet and pulled out a long ish short sleeve shirt button up in the front. it was a dark blue color and felt soft to the touch, this was his favorite shirt that he thought would look stunning on you.
jensen: here you go one shirt and ill take you shopping after your appointment with the counselor to get you some clothes to keep here...
yn: no worries, we have plenty of time. now do you want to hit the cafe for breakfast, or do you have other...
you were silenced with a kiss to your lips, jensen pulled back before addressing you again.
jensen: ive got all day with you... tomorrow i do have to attend art class, and meet with the counselor, then i have to go and reshoot some scenes, but thats in the evening...
you kinda squealed happily.
yn: ooo do i get to come with for that?
jensen: 100% do not worry you do not get out of my sight for one singular moment. well except for the counselor appointments and your dr appointment...
yn: and im perfectly okay with that... by the way do you have a brush or comb for my hair please?
after 10 minutes you both were dressed, hair done and such and out of the door. through the campus you both strolled, going through the halls, the students you both passed on campus just stared none of them said anything. for no one really knew what to say...
getting to the cafe you ordered your usual which was a sausage biscuit no egg with cheese. jensen ordered the same thing both of you with a bottle of pepsi each...
that was given to you both in moments, taking it you both go sit on a bench just around the corner from the counselors office, you both ate the sandwiches and drank the pepsi, laughed, talked, made plans for after the meeting, you then kissed jensen got up and went round the corner to the counselors office.
your meeting with the counselor went well, you were given many options for courses for the next term. you were also given your report card a bit early...
you chatted a bit more with her and then said thank you and walked out rounding the corner to see jensen still sitting there. he pulled you in for a kiss and then he smiled, both of you walking through the halls once more to go find the campus strip mall...
jensen proceeded to buy you whatever you wanted. This went on for a bit before Jensen received a phone call for which he placed on speaker.
Jensen: ya
Rob: hey can we do the reshoot tonight instead of tomorrow this way we can film the new scenes asap!
Jensen just stared at you looking for any sign of you not wanting to or what have you.
Jensen: we are on our way down to the studio.
Rob: let me guess a long story?
Jensen: not that long of a story see you guys soon!
You were both in a taxi and taken off campus to the movie studio just 10 blocks away. You take jensens hand and watch the eyes of people around you as you both walk up to the other people you assumed to be Jensens cast mates.
Jensen: everyone this is my girlfriend yn, yn these are well...
Yn: let me guess... I'm gonna say your character names from left to right and you all nod if I get you correct.
You were certain you were gonna have all nods across all the boards.
Yn: Sam, castiel, Bobby, Gabriel, and Chuck...
All nods across the board just like you wanted. You felt the same dark energy that you had just felt last night.
You gripped Jensen tightly as you were greeted by each cast member and given a seat of honor as jensens girlfriend.
Jensen: just keep eyes focused on me... I promise you will see it soon.
You didn't know what to expect but you watched as Jensen was now behind a table and a huge book looked really old and ancient... too old in fact to just be a prop.
Yn: that book... what is it that... oh my God...
You whisper under your breath as Jensen begins to read from the book.
Dean: is everyone ready cause although Rowena gave me the summoning spell for this I'm not so sure this is a good idea.
Sam: dude we don't have a choice like at all... it's this or we never know how to defeat the leviathans.
Bobby: be careful boy, I promised your daddy I'd look after you both and damn it that's exactly what I'm going to do. But this this is not what I promised I'd protect you for.
Castiel: if you like maybe I should.
Dean: alright everyone shut up I'm gonna do this...
Dean/Jensen locks eye contact with you and begins reading the summoning spell.
Dean: hodie colligimus advocare regem inferni , lapsum celi principem , quem Deus omnipotens prae omnibus fouebat o lucifer aureus filius prodire sic ore ad os loquimur In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti . Sancto Spiritui praecipimus tibi (today we gather to summon the king of hell, the fallen prince of heaven, the one whom the almighty set to favor above all others oh lucifer the golden son come forth so we may speak face to face In the name of the father the son and the holy ghost we command thee)
Several flashes of light and the cameras going haywire, the picture once more didn't come clear but you as plain as day saw it... you saw some black smoke go into your boyfriends body.
Jensen fell to the ground again breathing heavily you were by his side in moments. You helped him sit down and then you went to check out the book.
Yn: this was supposed to stay buried, it was never meant to be unleashed. Oh my God what the fuck are these people thinking.
You closed the book, and brought it over to the rest of the crew to explain to them what this book is..
Yn: this book is the last remaining of the 8 arcane texts, 2 were given to the Egyptians, 4 were given to the Israelites, 1 was given to the British, and 1 was said to be lost in the titanic wreckage. This is the one that went down with the titanic. But how did you guys come into possession of it?
Rob: one of our camera crew is a professional deep sea diver he was exploring the titanic wreckage looking for basically buried jewels, he instead found this locked tight in an air tight case, well preserved, and amazed he was, so he thought we could use it on the show.
You simply opened the front cover of the book and laid it flat on the directors table and you borrowed a hair dryer from one of the stylists and began to blow hot air onto the book.
Several names appeared briefly before fading but one name stuck... it was as you feared. This was bad, like worse than waking up in class naked after a werewolf transformation.
Jared: ok I've seen many weird looks today and my best friend collapsed again but the look on your face says that this is not at all a good thing or a normal thing...
Yn: that's cause this is worse than anything the name that hasn't faded is that of Samhain, the very same being who inspired Halloween, it was said that if you didn't cover your face with a mask he would come and steal your soul and scratch out your eyes and such... legend goes that Samhain while alive had come into possession of one of the 8 arcane texts this one in particular with the famousity for its possession, pure dark black magic and preservation spells. That spell that Jensen has been reading the one that keeps glitching out your equipment, is basically opening his body up to constant possession when ever he reads it and eventually it will be Samhain who possesses his body forever. I can't let that happen.
You had to think about this for a moment, for you had limited time before this would become permenant. That's when it hit you.
Yn: I have one of the arcane texts back in my dorm, if I can get a hand getting Jensen there I will be able to make sure that this never ever ever happens to him again. Also my volume has protection charms and spells to ensure that we are all safe. But I can't leave this volume here, so I'm gonna need a tote of some kind to get this book back to my dorm with someone else and Jensen as well. Once there I'll put you guys on video chat so you guys can see what happens.
Rob: Jared should go as for the tote, how bout a backpack?
Yn: perfect, Jared get Jensen meet me outside we leave at once... I'll hail us a cab.
You went out onto the curb and secured the first cab you could find. You told the cab driver to wait a few moments and where he would be taking you guys and paid him in cash in advance.
Jared: alright yn get in first I'll slide Jensen in between us and we will figure the rest out after.
You get into the cab, Jensen is slid toward you and Jared squeezes in and shuts the door. You tell the cab driver to step on it, what was a 20 minute drive there became a 10 minute drive back.
Getting dropped off in front of the dorm entrance, you and Jared strong arm Jensen and the backpack through the halls, to the dorm, you knock and use your key to enter the room.
You lay Jensen on your bed before going to lock your dorm door.
Jared: alright what can I do...
You hand him a cloth and a bowl.
Yn: go into the washroom, fill the bowl with some cold water and dab jensens forehead. We need to try and cool down his body before the possession emerges again.
You feel Jared watching you as you use your powers to encase jensens body in a devils trap, jared just occasionally pats down jays brow trying to keep his temp down.
you mixed concoctions, you chanted a few small sealing spells, you combed through the books, both of them. you were the only one who was actually capable of doing this spell/purification.
you had jared call rob and the rest of the crew on a video call. you however were busy setting up for the spell. you started a short while after.
yn: in nomine dostri jesu, awaken!
you wanted to have a chat with this spirit and jensen's body needed to be awake for this to work. you placed your hand over his body and a anti possession tattoo placed on his chest woke up his possessed body.
Jensen(possessed by spirit): ah so your the bitch this dude has been thinking about these few hours, your also the one who banished me last night...
Yn: yes that's me... but I'm giving you 1 chance to leave willing and never return. Or I will force you to leave painfully and forcefully
Jensen(possessed by samhain): ah so that's what happened to that arcane text.. it's pair... my books pair.
You were now certain this voice, this spirit you had to get the books out of view.
Yn: that's it I am gonna send you back to hell, and I'm gonna also ensure you will never ever be able to rise again.
You took a big breath and using the English of the beginning of the exorcism/banishment you began the spell.
Yn: to this be to thine be mine, in this i pray, oh goddess 3 hear me by thy power seal this evil un thine dark place for all eternity as i banish him now, so mote it be to the goddess i plea; exorcisomus te omnis immunus spiritus omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarri omnis legio omnis congregato insectas diabolicas ergo dracto malidicte eclesium secura tuam facias libertatum te regamous audinos
With that the anti possession symbol burned bright as Samhain was expelled from jensens body. You now held yourself up by the edge of the desk, Sam moved to help you sit down but you motioned for him to stay where he was.
Yn: I'm fine, Jared you should go and come back I'm the morning, by then Jensen should be awake. Umm take my spare key, it's the blue lanyard, it's got my room number on it come back in the morning.
You see Jared out the door but he stops you at the last second and insists on staying on the floor so he can make sure you and Jensen were gonna be okay and plus if your roommate came home someone would have to explain what happened.
You agreed he came back in shut the door locking it behind him you placed both arcane texts on opposite ends of the room in lead and glass confinement and enchanted cases.
You passed out after sending a text to your best friend, snuggled up beside your man. His best friend asleep on the floor, the light turned out and all 3 of you fast asleep.
it was about 8am when your best friend and roommate walked in the room and gasped... startling you and jared...
yn: shh alaina lets talk in the hall... Jared stay with him please.
you get up and step into the hall with your best friend. you knew you had to explain what happened. so thats what you did. the girl who knew everything about you, your obsession of sorts with the paranormal, you told her what happened to jensen, and with jensen the night before last.
alaina: so it finally happened? your no longer a...
yn: shh yes i lost it to jensen that same night. but i also have exorcised this possessing demonic force twice now and placed an enchanted anti possession tattoo on his body so that way this never happens again.
Alaina: do you not realize that this is like huge, so major for us... well more you than me but now we have cause for celebration, that is once your man wakes up. How long has it been...
You had to stiffle the sigh that was about to leave your lips.
Yn: what since I did the spell... about 9 hours but I have to be honest I don't wanna know what would have happened if I didn't have the knowledge that I do.
Alaina: we should get back in there...
You are way ahead of her already re opening your door, only to hear the most beautiful sound in the world to you... the laugh that had made you swoon that previous day.
yn: jensen!
jensen's head snapped towards you and smiled as he sat now on the edge of the bed and opened his arms to you... you gently ran into his embrace sitting on his lap kissing him, it felt normal.
alaina: well this is exactly the kind of happyness that makes me happy that i have class soon... so i have to get ready...
jared: im already to go to class can i walk with you?
alaina: of course let me just change really quick.
alaina takes a dress and stuff into the washroom, you sit nestled into jensen's embrace all cozy and this makes jensen smile wider. jared and Alaina left a bit before you and jensen started chatting about the day and the events to follow in the next weeks.
jensen: i remember blacking out at the studio, but nothing else after that. you were talking about the book... is it really magical?
yn: yes but enough about that right now... we have to be across town in an hour, my therapist appointment got moved up... and i have a doctor appointment in 2 weeks.
jensen: right now i just wanna hold you... and wait therapist?
you nod...
yn: its more of a magics councellor... the school one wasnt helping me when my powers came in, and now im trying to learn how to control and summon my powers. ive been seeing this magics therapist for almost 2 years.
jensen was surprised at how much he had learned about you in the last couple days... you were now getting up going through your wardrobe and trying to decide on the perfect outfit for the day.
you chose a black capri tank top jumpsuit, you felt the soft fabric slide over your body. you were tired, you knew this truth had to come out in order for this relationship with Jensen to work.
Jensen: babe, I wanna learn...
You were shocked, that was not the response you were expecting from Jensen... so you turned to him...
Yn: are you sure you wanna take this path it's a long winding road and it will only get worse as the time goes on...
Jensen: yes...
You waved your hands and put Jensen into a circle of binding.
Yn: Jensen you wish to take on the rights and laws bound by magic are you willing to abide to these laws? Are you also willing to look at me not just as your girlfriend but as your magics teacher as well? If you agree a enchanted ring similar to mine will appear on your finger.
Jensen: I Jensen do agree to all you have asked and am ready to begin the tasks of magic.
the circles flames now burned in a bright green, the ring now on Jensen's finger matched yours exactly. thats when you took his hand and the flames disbursed.
Jensen: awesome!
Yn: I agree now we have to go... time for you to meet Helena...
Jensen: lead the way babe!
About 10 seconds later you conjoured a portal and held jensens hand as you both walked through it.
The way jensens eyes lit up when you both walked through the portal and came out across town was wonderful!
Jensen: your counselor is in an antique shop...
Yn: she runs the antique store down here her counselor practice is in the studio above. As far as I know I'm her only patient. But I'm sure that once she meets you she will happily give me the tools to train you properly.
you were wanting to tell him what he might experience, the illusions he may see but you just figured it would be a surprise. you let jensen walk into the store by himself at first.
you were one of those who could walk in and see the stores true set up... not just that of the illusion set up by Helena. you walk in close behind your boyfriend and his face switched as the illusion set and lifted as quick as it came and left...
jensen: what the hell am i seeing?
helena: its an illusion... its the changing of what you see vs what other people who might walk in see...
yn: exactly. helena im locking the door cause we need to speak in private. without other interuptions.
you put the closed sign up setting it for lunch and for 1hr45min... you go to sit on top of the counter, darkening the shop windows so no one on the outside could see anything.
helena: so yn whose your friend!
yn: this is Jensen he is more than my friend he is my boyfriend! he and i met by chance, and now ive dragged him into my crazy world...
helena: alright lets see what we have here...
helena does a flaming circle around jensen and puts him through the tests, the same beginning trials she put you through... trying to figure out what are his strengths and weak points.
but while your sitting there watching this you get really light headed almost like you are having a dizzy spell.. you were one second sitting on the counter, and the next second you let out a long exhausted sigh and then fall off the counter unconcious.
the last thing you hear is Jensen calling your name... you woke up a few hours later in a hospital room, in a very uncomfortable bed with your boyfriends arms around you.
You stir this startles your boyfriend who places a small yet longing kiss to your forehead.
Jensen: your awake, it's okay baby I'm right here.
Yn: what happened?
Jensen was about to speak when Helena and Dr Michael walked into the room.
Michael: we were hoping you could tell us... nice to see you yn...
Yn: you too doc, but what's happening and why does it feel like I've been hit by a bus... like an enchanted one with spikes and why do I feel nauseous...
Dr michael: well if I may I'd like to shed some light on this... but first Helena and I would like to tell you both something that may shock you both...
Both you and Jensen sit up looking at both Helena and Michael... and it's Helena who speaks next...
Helena: yn, member how when your powers got stronger you felt like something was missing...
You nod at hee to continue
Helena: yn you have a twin brother...
Your jaw dropped to the ground you were shocked and then Helena cleared her throat and continued again...
Helena: I want you to know that this happened while you both were in my shop and Jensen Michael wants a blood sample from you so he can run some tests... but while I was putting Jensen through the trials I saw a discrepancy in his and your bonded lines it glowed bright and beautiful like the first autumn harvest moon of the equinox. So he just wants to run some tests.
Michael takes a vile of blood from Jensen, whose just holding you
Michael: Helena tell her the other set of news after I've run this test... cause its probably gonna cause some hesitation and drama...
Helena simply nods handing you a sandwich and waits for Michael to come back with the test results.
About 10 minutes later Michael comes back with a few more sheets of paper... handing them to Helena first she gasps and squeals slightly...
Yn: what what's the good word? Please tell me it's good... I hate bad news...
Helena: yn, meet your brother Jensen...
Those words immediately made Jensen get up and start pacing... his tone completely changed. Your pulse monitor started increasing you too were also disoriented...
Yn: what the fuck? And I do mean what the actual fuck...
Michael clears his throat and simply hands all the papers regarding the DNA test to you and then Helena hands you a very important sheet...
You take one look at it and your eyes go wide with concern as you slowly pass the page to Jensen...
Jensen who was fuming when he took the page from you now softened his tone as he turned to face the doctor.
Jensen: is this even possible?
Michael: how long have you guys been together?
Yn: I think it's only been a few days close to a week ish... why do you ask...
Michael: just curious how bout an ultra sound and then we will let you both call who you need too and rest...
michael has a nurse wheel in an ultrasound machine. you were a little concerned but kept an open mind. you used your powers to make the bed a little bit more comfortable and a bit bigger to hold you and jensen.
you feel the gel go against your skin, you shiver slightly as you then feel the scope against your stomach. michael turns the screen to face you and Jensen as he move the scope around. after a few moments a blip appears on the screen.
Jensen: doc is that?
michael: it would seem congratulations are in order... from this i would say your about 3 weeks almost a month. i would blame the magic for this one though i think when your powers collided and you guys broke the virginal barriers you guys created life. but your powers seem to have sped it up.
You and jensen sat in silence as the ultrasound was wrapped up and the gel cleaned off your lower abdomen.
Yn: doc, Helena thank you both so much but can we have the room please. We appreciate everything you both have done for us but Jensen and I have some things to figure out.
This was not the kind of news neither you nor Jensen wanted to hear, but you were not in the right state of mind to even speak to anyone except Jensen.
You and jensen watched Helena and Michael leave as they shut the door behind them. This left you and Jensen and the entire room to yourselves.
Jensen comes to sit on the bed beside you.
Jensen: I have an idea of how you are feeling but we need to figure out a few things but I'll start off officially by saying that I do but i don't care that we are siblings, I love you Yn and I will help to raise this kid with you...
You took a glance at your brother/boyfriend, tears whelled in your eyes. Jensen wipes the falling tears from your cheeks.
Yn: but What about...
Jensen: hey its okay, we have lots of time to figure things out. And I guess we have to decide what to tell people.
You yawn and invite your brother/boyfriend to lean back into the bed... his arms around you, the blanket over you both.
Yn: can we figure this out later, like you said we have lots of time. Can we rest and process this... I feel mentally exhausted.
Jensen: im so happy I found you, dear sister...
Yn: me too dear brother. I love you.
Jensen kisses your forehead softly before hearing your soft snores fill the room.
Square Filled: Skinny Dipping for @spnkinkbingo; Free Space for @spnfluffbingo; In Vino Veritas for @spndeanbingo
Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mentioned
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The right mood, the right place, the right woman, and some whiskey help Dean realize the truth about what he wants.
Word Count: 3628
A/N: It took me weeks to deliver the fluffy Dean smut I promised to everyone who voted for it. Life intervened. My muse left, and then she returned. So, here it is.
Whiskey is not my friend. I mean, yeah it’s gotten me through some tough spots. Hell trauma, an apocalypse or two, and boatloads of guilt. But last night, it turned on me.
This wasn’t the first time you helped Sam and me on a case. You’re the best damn psychic I’ve ever seen, even better than Pamela. You’d think I’d learn after what happened to her, but there’s no denying your kind of skills are helpful.
It was just a celebration of the end of another case and everybody still alive. That’s all. A few beers that turned into a few shots. Sam bowed out, like he usually does, after a couple of drinks. I should have known when I gave him the car keys, and sent him back to the motel, that I’d wake up in your bed. Hell, who am I fucking kidding? I did know. I knew, and it’s exactly what I wanted.
This is the hard part. It’s time to leave town, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again. This could have happened before. I’m surprised it didn’t. Well, I’m surprised I didn’t try. I’ve gotten hard more than once watching you move, and thinking about the way you moved with me last night is making me hard again.
I can’t do this. I can’t think about wanting to see you again. I can’t think about those sounds you made while I was buried deep inside you, and your body was tightening around my cock milking every single drop out of it.
I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my fingers hit my cell phone. Damn it. I at least want to hear you again, maybe set something up for the next time I’m in town. I scroll through my list of contacts and stop when I get to your name. My thumb hovers over it, and I remember the way your hair smells like strawberries and flowers. I tap the phone against my forehead a couple of times.
What the hell am I doing? My life is on the road with Sam killing monsters. There’s no room in that for a girlfriend. What woman in her right mind would sign up for that? I fling my cell phone on the bed and get up to finish packing.
I’m shoving my shaving kit into my duffle when there’s a knock at the door. I zip my bag up, roll my eyes, and head for the door. “C’mon, man, you gotta do better than this. You’re slippin’ Sa…”
My mouth probably fell open. I’m pretty sure it did. It’s not my brother standing there; it’s you, and you walked into the room like you belonged there, like you’d been invited. I mean I would have asked you in, but….you were already there.
“Don’t look so surprised, Dean.” You got right up next to me, so close I could smell the sweet fragrance of your skin.
I watched you run your fingers straight up the center of my chest and play with the top button on my shirt before you let it go and dropped your hand. “Did you think I was just going to let you leave without even a good-bye after last night? And I know you would have. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve known you too long.”
I didn’t know what to say. Words usually just roll out of my mouth around women. Sometimes it’s too easy, but I had no idea what the hell to say to you. I couldn’t just stand there looking like an idiot though. I didn’t want you to think I was dumb.
I ran my hand through the hair at the back of my neck. “I wasn’t gonna just...leave. I was about to call you.” You smiled at me, nodding your head in that silent “Uh, huh. Right.” kinda way. “I was, Y/N..because I want to see you again.”
You sat down on the bed next to my duffle, looked at it and ran your hand over the canvas. When you turned back to look at me again, you had that irresistible flirty smile on your face. “Are you saying that because I took advantage of you last night, Dean?”
I swear I felt the beginning of a blush making my cheeks warm. “You...you didn’t…’take advantage’ of me, Y/N.” If there was anything left that I could have pretended to pack, I would have, just to give my hands something to do, but you were too close to the bag.
Last night was a little hazy, but I remembered all of it. I could pretend I didn’t remember, but I doubt you’d let me get away with that, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to pretend that things weren’t the way they were between us, like I wasn’t the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Maybe it was the happiest I’ve been ever.
There was no flame burning in the fireplace, but the logs were still there. We were deep enough into spring that it wasn’t cold enough for a fire anymore, but it was still nice sitting on the floor in front of it with you. The logs might not be burning, but I could smell the earthiness of the hickory. I liked it. It made this place you’ve created for yourself seem even more like a home somehow.
You poured more whiskey into my glass, and the bottle clinked when it touched the rim. The sound seemed almost festive, if those kinds of things happened in my life. For me, it was a little sad. It reminded me I didn’t have moments like that, couldn’t have them.
I let my mind wander for a second, longer than I should have. You looked so pretty sitting there on that rug that I know you picked out special just for this spot, just so the floor wouldn’t be bare. Uncovered floors felt temporary. They were as is. Nothing about them said “I’m going to stay here. This is my home.”
Being in a place that felt like this, like it had some roots, and being here with you, was making me feel things I usually kept buried deeper than the bones in the graves me and Sam dug up, but I couldn’t salt and burn this feeling away.
I should have stopped drinking, but it felt so good being here with you. It felt comfortable, and all those things together were enough to get me to start talking. You asked an open ended question, the kind I usually deflect in a heartbeat, but I didn’t this time.
“What are you thinking, Dean?” I watched your lips close around your glass as you took another sip of your whiskey. It was the Crown Royal kind you like with some flavor in it, but I didn’t even care that it was something I’d never drink, and why do I remember the kind of whiskey you like?
“Dean?” You were smiling at me and I was way too lost in this moment for my own good. “I asked you what you’re thinking”
I smiled back at you. It felt good to be smiling, for real, not pretending to be okay or trying to be funny to make myself think I was okay. This really felt good. “This is nice.”
It wasn’t the most original thing I’d ever said, but it was true. The next thing I said was better. It was so much better. I opened up that vault inside me where I keep my more complicated life feelings locked up and let them pour out.
“You’ve really made something for yourself here, Y/N. It’s the kind of place a guy could picture himself staying for awhile.” You didn’t say anything. If you had, that might have stopped my grand confession, but you didn’t; and I kept going.
“I think about being somewhere like this, a lot. I think about having a home and somebody to share it with. Somebody like you.” My eyes found yours, and for the first time I noticed just how pretty they are. I mean, I knew. You’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t think I’d ever seen you before like this. You weren’t just a potential one night thing, or at best a string of nights.
I’d never thought before about waking up beside you for something really wild, like a whole week, because I was never anywhere long enough for that, much less something, permanent. And I knew, even though I never admitted it, that permanent was something I wanted. It was something I wanted, and right now you were making me ache for it.
You put down your glass and scooted closer to me. The way you were biting yur bottom lip made me want to taste it.
I tasted your lips last night and most of the rest of your body too. The memory of just how sweet you are is still on my tongue if I think about it, and it makes my mouth water wanting more of you.
I swear you can read my mind. That look in your eye, it’s like you know what I’m thinking. Not that it’s all that hard to figure out. I hope you’re remembering last night the way I do.
You lean over to the nightstand between the two beds, open the drawer, and pull out the motel’s notepad along with the pen they provided. Then you start to write something on the top sheet. That’s one of the things about you that makes me absolutely crave you; I never know what you’re going to do next.
I move a little closer, trying to see what you’re writing. Finally, I give up and ask, “Who’s the note for?”
You keep on writing while you answer me. “It’s for Sam, so he knows I’ve taken his brother for a couple of days.”
When you finish writing, you hold the pen and notepad out to me. “Now, tell him you’ll see him back at the bunker.”
I look at the page and what you’d written there. “Sam, Dean’s going to be staying with me for the weekend. Don’t worry. He’ll be well taken care of.” Y/N.
That last sentence was making my cock twitch. I took the pen and wrote: See you back at the bunker, Sammy.
You tore the sheet off the pad of paper and put it on top of the table where Sam would be sure to see it. We both knew it was rare for my little brother to miss anything. I stood there not moving, a little in disbelief about what was happening.
The smile on your face was indulgent and a little amused. You were enjoying this, enjoying me not quite knowing what to do. You closed your hand around my chin, fingers on each side of my face, and kissed me. I could still feel the warmth of your mouth on mine after you pulled away.
You gave my ass a pat as you walked by me on your way to the door and said, “C’mon, lover, I’ve got plans for you.”
Your house is off the main road, surrounded by trees with a lake out back. It’s a cabin, but not like any cabin I’ve ever been in before. You’ve got a real kitchen with real cabinets, instead of rough shelves some hunter nailed to the wall just to be functional. There’s a place to eat in the kitchen too. As in, there’s an actual table where you have home cooked meals, instead of something just dumped out of a can.
Your bed is like a dream. You don’t sleep on cheap motel sheets that can be more accurately described using the word threadbare than thread count. Add you, naked and beautiful, to the mix; and it’s better than a dream.
I’m still lost in memories and possibilities of what we could have here together when you walk up behind me, put your arms around me, and rest your hands flat on my chest. I feel you lay your cheek against my back for a few seconds before you turn your head and put a kiss on my shoulder blade.
I turn in your arms and pull you up against me; it feels like you’re even closer than when you were behind me. Maybe because my cock is more than a little interested in resuming last night’s activities when it’s pushed into you like this. I lean down to kiss you, knowing exactly where I want this to go.
The way you kiss me is warm and soft, but there’s fire behind it. You’re everything I want, even the things I don’t let myself think about. Sex is the easy part, but you make me feel. You make me want to hold you always, and that’s a dangerous thought.
You’re the first to break the kiss and take my hand in yours. “C’mon, Dean. I didn’t get to show you the deck last night.”
I follow you outside, and the view out there is unbelievable. It’s hard to believe you live here; you get to see this every day. This is your life.
Your hand is still in mine, and I can picture us sitting there on your deck, sipping a couple of beers and watching the sun go down. Something else is on your mind though, and I don’t have the first objection to that.
You push my flannel back off my shoulders and drag it down my arms. It falls to the wooden floor behind me. You’re looking me up and down, making a big show of licking your lips.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Dean.” You pull at the front of my t-shirt, and I get the hint. I strip out of it, and you make a point of running your eyes over my naked chest. “Still too many clothes.” You say it with a certain gleam in your eye that I’ve seen there before.
I look around, feeling self conscious, like I’m expecting people to appear out of the trees. There’s nothing but pines and water. This is a private show.
I take off everything I’m wearing until there’s not a stitch left on my body. You run your hand down my side. As it gets lower, you move it around to my back so you can cup my ass and squeeze.
My body likes that. It likes that a lot. “Are we going to do this right here?” I ask you.
“Yes, Dean, we absolutely are.” You bite your bottom lip. You’re being all flirty and seductive with me, and I love it. Your teeth let go of your lip, and your tease your fingertips across my chest. “Just not yet,” you say.
I watch you taking your clothes off while my cock gets harder. You’re going to make me wait, and that’s hot. I’ll wait to come for you. I can’t believe I just said that, even in my own head.
You take my hand and lead me down the wooden steps of the deck. When my toes hit the grass, it feels good; but not as good as you look. Your hips curve just right, and your ass is so full and round; I can’t wait to get my hands on it. The way you walk, almost like you’re drifting over the ground, is so graceful. Fuck, but you are beautiful.
Just watching you has made me completely hard by the time we get to the lake, and I follow you into the water. It’s warm enough that my dick and my balls stay full and heavy. When we’ve reached a place where the water is up to my chest and lapping at my nipples, making them hard too, you stop and turn to me.
The water has completely covered your breasts so I can’t see them anymore, but I can feel them. I cup them in my hands below the waterline and flick my thumbs over your nipples. The sound that comes out of you is breathy, needy, and one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It makes my dick bob in the water.
“Kiss me, Dean.” You say it through those beautiful hot moaning sounds you’re making. I wouldn’t deny you anything, and this is such an easy thing to give you. I want you so bad right now. There’s nothing but the feel of you in my arms as my lips close over yours, and the warmth of the sunshine on my shoulders.
The taste of your tongue is sweet on mine, and the deeper the kiss goes, the more I want you. You jump up and wrap your legs around my waist, and I grab your ass with both hands to hold you up. Your kisses are getting more intense, and I want you so much now, my cock is throbbing. I’m sure I’m leaking a steady stream of pre come, but it’s impossible to tell. You grind your hips against my aching cock, and I let out a groan louder than I meant to, but who’s going to hear us? We can make all the noise we want.
You’re kissing along my jaw and squeezing your thighs around me. “Take me, Dean. Right here. Need to feel you inside me, stretching me open.”
“Baby girl, you’re gonna make me crazy if you talk like that.” I’m almost gasping for breath at this point, at least if feels that way.
“Then stop talking,” you tell me. “Fuck me right now. Here. Under the sky with nature as our witness. Do it, Dean.”
I lift you up higher; you take my cock in you hand and position me at your entrance. Then I lower you down onto me. You’re so tight and feel so good I could almost cry from the relief and rightness of it.
I’m lifting you up and down, helping you ride my cock, while the water sloshes around us. You reach down between our bodies to stroke your clit and throw your head back, urging me on the closer you get to coming. “More, Dean. Harder.”
For once, I’m glad Sam nagged me about using the gym in the bunker. “We have it” he kept saying. Right now, I’m damn glad I wandered in there on a few occasions. I need all the balance skills I have to navigate the uneven bottom of the lake while I thrust up into you for all I’m worth.
Your pussy is grasping at my cock, choking it, challenging me to last a second longer. I will because you’re gonna come all over me before I let myself go. When I feel your walls start to clench around me and your nails start to tear at my back, I know I’ve got you.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me. Show me how good it feels.” I drag across your sweet spot and push into you as deep as I can. Your body shakes in my arms when you come.
The sound of you saying my name while you come undone is more than I can take. I fill you up, shooting my load inside you; and when I’m done, I drop my head onto your shoulder. “Y/N...that...you...are incredible.” I’m talking into your skin because I haven’t raised my head yet.
Time passes, I don’t know how long, with us wrapped around each other just like that. The next thing I’m aware of is your fingers combing through my hair. Ilift my head to kiss you again, and I can feel something shift inside me. It clicks into place.
Everything I said last night is the total truth, but there isn’t a drop of whiskey in me now. I could stay here with you, want to stay here with you. With that thought in my head, I walk out of the lake carrying you all the way back to the deck.
When we get there, I notice the folded up quilt and the pillows stacked beneath one of the windows. You had this planned all along. “Can you stand, sweetheart?”
Your head has been laying on my shoulder, and you turn it to kiss me right beside my neck. “I can make it,” you answer softly.
My body has been separated from yours for awhile now, but when I put you down to spread out the quilt and pillows; I feel the loss of that contact in my gut. I need to hold you again.
I get things set up as fast as I can, sit down on the quilt, and pull you down with me. You lay back and put your head on a pillow first, and I can only hope you’re as eager as I am to feel our bodies wrapped around each other again.
It’s probably been less than two minutes since I let go of you, but that still seems like too long when I take you into my arms again. For a little while, my life is perfect. The warm sun overhead dries our skin while I run my fingers lightly up and down your back. Your head is on my chest where it belongs, and a bird singing is the only sound. I want to freeze this moment forever.
“Dean?” I kiss the top of your head.
“Yes, baby.” My fingers are still moving on your back while I wait for you to ask your question. “Do you think Sam would be okay in the bunker by himself for the next week?”
I feel a big smile spread across my face. “Oh, I know he will.” This is definitely the start of something.
Square 21 filled for @spnfluffbingo: Enemies to lovers
Warnings: kidnapping, a little crackish, angry Dean, language, nakedness, kinda reverse harem, feather play, implied polyamory, light smut (unprotected), seduction, implied anal sex, implied threesome, I’ll label this lightly dub-con
A/N: I usually don’t describe my reader, but for the sake of this fic the fairy has long hair (I imagined she wears the crown and clothes on the pic in my header. The reader can be of any race.)
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“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking fly,” Dean swats a fly with his hand, grumbling as the flying insect just won’t leave him alone. “I won’t share my pie with you.”
The fly is not impressed. While Dean tries to eat his pie, it flies around the plate.
“Fucking stay away from my pie. This one is mine. Stop getting on my nerves,” Dean grasps the newspaper Sam bought to kill the fly.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam steps out of the shower and dries his hair with a towel. A towel hangs loosely around his hips as he watches his brother fight with the fly.
“Nothing,” looking around the room Dean huffs as the fly finally leaves him alone. He happily sinks a fork into the pie.
“What? Get away from me,” while Dean eats his pie, Sam swats the fly with his hand. “Dean, did you forget to throw your leftovers away again? You are luring insects in.”
“Ah, the fly was bugging me the whole time. That sonofabitch even tried to get some of my pie. No way,” happily munching his pie, Dean chuckles as Sam still fights the fly. “You look like you’re having fun, Sammy.”
“That’s one annoying fly,” huffing Sam looks for a book to kill the fly. “I swear it tried to land on my chest more than once.”
“A pervy fly, huh?” Dean grins. “Maybe you stink?”
“Shut up, jerk.”
“Bitch!”
“What the fuck? How did you get in here?” Dean yelps as the fly lands on his cock. He just tried to jerk off in the showers and now, he stares down at his cock, wondering how the fly got inside the shower. “You are a pervy fly. Get off my dick.”
“Dude, what’s wrong?” Sam calls from the hallways. “Did you hurt your back again?”
“It’s the fly again! It landed on my…uh…”
“It landed where?” Sam snickers. “On your ass? Maybe you stink!”
“You stink bitch! That pervy fly landed on my dick and refuses to leave me alone? It…uh…fuck! It starts to glow!!”
“It glows?”
“OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME! SAMMY! IT’S A F—”
“Dean? It’s what?” Sam worriedly knocks at the door. “Dean. That’s not funny. What’s wrong?”
Sam opens the door, gun aimed to fight whoever attacks his brother. “DEAN? Dean where are you?” the room is empty. All that’s left of his brother is his watch lying on the floor. “Dean?”
The hunter runs his fingers through his shaggy hair and paces the room. “Dean. How? What?” and again, the fly starts flying around Sam’s head. He swats the fly with his hand. “Not the right time to get on my nerves.”
“You will make such a nice addition to my harem,” a soft voice purrs in his ear. Sam suddenly feels light-headed. The room starts to spin, and he ends up losing consciousness.
Just like his brother before him …
“Sam…Sam…Sammy!” the younger brother jolts up. “You alright? Did that flying bitch hurt you?”
“What happened?” Sam rubs his eyes as his brother goes back to pacing back and forth. “Dean! Where are we?”
“The fly kidnapped us.”
Sam snorts.
“That’s not funny, Sam. It was the fly. I mean, it wasn’t a fly. That bitch started to glow and then I saw it…nipples.”
“Nipples?”
“Yes, nipples.”
Sam frowns. “Like that one time you got kidnapped by a fairy?”
“Exactly.”
“Wait. We got kidnapped by a little fairy. You know, with wings and pixie dust? All shiny and tiny.”
Dean gives his brother a bitch face. “She was tiny, but then…”
“Then what, Dean?” Sam cocks his head to look at his brother.
“She turned into a woman, Sammy. A woman with wings and tits and…uh…then I lost consciousness…”
“Don’t tell me we ended up in fairytopia or something,” running one hand down his face Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe we got drunk and this is just a crazy dream.”
“Sammy, I’m telling you the fly turned into a fairy, and the fairy turned into a woman,” Dean says. “She wrapped me in her wings and then, I woke up here. Wearing nothing but a…”
Dean looks down at his body.
“It’s called a tunic,” Sam laughs as his brother whispers that he’s not wearing underwear.
“I feel naked!”
“I want my sweet boys to always be ready to satisfy my needs,” you finally step inside the room you gave to your newest additions to your harem. “You look beautiful.”
“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as he drinks your appearance in. You’re wearing a golden one-shoulder tunic. A large slit reveals your right leg and thigh. A golden crown made out of leaves from the forbidden garden tames your long locks.
“Sammy, she got black wings!”
Dean crosses his arms over his chest. He still feels naked and vulnerable without his clothes, weapons…and shoes.
“Black wings.”
Sam can only stare at you in awe. He didn’t get the chance to get a better look at the fairies they fought years ago.
“I knew you will make a great addition to my collection,” you step closer to run your fingertips over Dean’s arm. He slaps your hand away, grumbling under his breath.
“You will learn your place, hunter.”
“Miss…why did you bring us here?” Sam tries to get information, and not start a fight right away. “Where are we?”
“You are in my world now, hunter,” you coo in Sam’s ear. “I was looking for someone to keep me company. Two of my favorite concubines died last month. They wanted to go back to their world and…”
“You killed them,” Dean balls his hands into fists. “If you want a fight, come here bitch. I’m going to rip your wings out. You are a better fly.”
You are by Dean’s side with one beat of your wings to press your index finger to his lips.
“I would never hurt my beloved ones,” you whimper. “My beloved Arthur and Marcellus wanted to go back to their world. We spend a thousand years together. If humans stay in my world, they become immortal thanks to my powers.”
“I bet she killed them, Sammy,” you cup the back of Dean’s neck to force him to feel your strength. “Fuck, she ate too much spinach or pixie dust.” The hunter grunts as you press your lips to his plump ones.
“I didn’t harm my beloved ones. If you spent thousands of years here, it means you would have died a long time ago in your world. The moment they entered their world, they turned into dust…”
“And yet, you went onto a shopping spree to kidnap me and my brother, winged bitch,” you chuckle as Dean seems to be an untamable one.
“I will have so much fun turning you into my good boy,” he huffs as you lick over his mouth. “You will love being my servant, hunter. I know you can be good.”
“Miss, my brother is far from being a good boy and, we’d like to go. Uh-we are not the ones you want.”
“Sammy,” you glance at the younger brother while moving your hand to his brother’s crotch. “Your brother’s body has a different opinion.”
“We want to go.”
“Why? You can be immortal. There will be no pain, no death, no suffering,” you softly whisper in Dean’s ear. “Only pleasure and peace. You will eat the finest food, and wear clothes made by my best elves. Pleasuring me is an honor. Be thankful I chose you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I didn’t give you choice.”
“Bite me, winged bitch.”
“I’ll bite you!”
“Miss, did no one ever say no to you?” Sam tries to calm you and his brother.
“No. Every single man was honored to become my servant. You’ll be the same soon enough!”
“Like hell!” Dean grunts. “I won’t fuck a winged creature kidnapping me and my brother. Hot ass or not.”
“You will change your mind,” you press a soft kiss to Dean’s mouth. “I think you and your brother will soon become my favorites…”
“Shit, it won’t break,” Dean slams the chair against the window once again. “Fuck’s sake. Why won’t it break.”
“I think it’s sealed by her powers or something.”
While his brother tries to break out of the prison he calls the spacious place you brought the hunters to, his brother is busy reading yet another book from one of the bookshelves.
“Sammy, stop reading. We need to get the fuck out of here! It’s been almost a week!”
“Two weeks,” Sam slams the book shut. “I don’t get it. She brought us here. Keeps us hostage but doesn’t harm us. We are well-fed. The room is warm and cozy. She even got us our favorite things…”
“I want to go home.”
“She let the other men go. Maybe she’ll let us go one day too,” Sam says.
“I want to go now, not in a thousand years to turn into dust, Sammy. Help me!”
“You are a beautiful creature,” today you parted the brothers to get to know them better. Whiles Sam eagerly asked you questions and smiled as you gifted more books to him, his elder brother tried to attack you.
You had no other choice but to use your powers on him to keep Dean from hurting himself by attacking you. He struggles against your powers and curses your existence.
“I will kill you! Where is my brother?”
“He’s safe.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You’ll be good now or you’ll regret it!”
“Bite me.”
You chuckle. Dean is no one you can break with violence or threats.
“I will do something better,” you rip his tunic off his body, making him growls as you reveal his naked body to your prying eyes. “Just be good now, Dean.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not yet, Dean,” you lie next to him, just looking at the hunter. “I want you to accept your new life. Sam is on a good way.”
“If you harmed my brother, I’ll rip you apart,” Dean fights the invisible strings holding him to the bed as you carefully graze his chest with the tip of your wing.
He shudders.
“So much pain. So much responsibility. So much selflessness.”
“What are you doing?” he murmurs.
You move your wing over his body. Your feathers run all over his skin, tickle and caress him.
You can see it in his eyes and the way his body responds to your touch. Dean is used to pain. He’s not used to gentleness.
“I want to give you a new start, Dean. Become mine. You and your brother,” his eyes snap open as you run your feathers over his growing erection. “You deserve a better world. One that will protect you and make you happy.”
“I’m not going to become your sex slave,” he breathes out as you straddle his lap. “Fuck, don’t do this to me.”
“I won’t hurt you or your brother.”
Dean doesn’t fight you when you lift your hips to line his cock up with your weeping entrance, nor when you grip his wrists to pin them to the mattress.
“Just let it happen. Become mine,” you coo as you start to rock your hips. “I’m going to take good care of you and your brother.”
He just watches you move on top of him. Gasps and moans leave his lips as you lean over his body to rock your hips faster. “Fuck.”
“I know you want to come inside of me, Dean. Give me a strong heir for my kingdom. All the others failed,” he pushes up into you. “Yes, harder, my beloved one.”
“Oh fuck, you’re a beast,” you giggle as, the younger brother is all over you again. Sam fell for you long before Dean even got the chance to feel your cunt around him. “Harder, Samuel.”
“You’re mine,” Sam has you pinned to one of the many bookshelves at your library. His large hands hold your ass in a tight grip as he fucks up into you. “Say it, my queen. Tell me that you only need me!”
“Y-you, only you and your brother,” he hums but moves one large hand around your throat.
“Not good enough. What do you say, Dean?”
“I’m not convinced that our little fairy only belongs to us,” Dean watches his brother wrap one arm around your waistline to give Dean the chance to get behind you. “What do you say? Do we want to have our way with her?”
“Y/N belongs to us. Only us.”
“I-I only belong to you. I swear…”
The tables turned months after you kidnapped the hunters. They accepted their new lives but wanted you to give yourself to them in return.
“Now, let’s see how well you can take both of us, little fairy,” Dean whispers in your ear as his cock pokes your tightest hole. “I bet you will make the cutest noises for us again…”
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A/N: congrats to @supraveng for her 500 followers! Here is story #2 for ya darling! Don't worry this one is actually gonna be better than imagination can run! Enjoy!
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Kink: squirting
Spn fluff: kingdom AU
Tags: masquerade ball semi public sex, fingering in the staircase, squirting in the staircase, prince masquerading as a knight at his own party, arriving at the kingdom to be newly engaged to the prince.
Jensen the prince of the Kingdom of Daggerfall, the kingdom was a fair size but nothing compared to that of where you were coming from, you the princess of the Gold Coast a small kingdom full of cut throats and mercenaries and thieves...
It was a desert kingdom not too much for trees or plants or dirt but plenty of sand... one evening your parents were discussing with an emersary from the kingdom of Daggerfall...
Rick: and so the kingdom of Daggerfall would at the request of our late king that this marriage alliance happen between the princess YN and prince Jensen... any objections?
Your parents shake their heads but before another word is spoken the door is busted down, and a bunch of angry looking men rush in swords drawn and moltov cocktails flying everywhere.
The emissary took hold of you and took you out of the servents passages... down the road to the docks... where a ship lay in wait to take both of you cross the sea...
After a rocky ride and watching helplessly from the boat as your kingdom went up in flames... the emissary just starred at you while he spoke very quietly with the captain...
Captain: do not tell me of such nonsense... this girl travels and stays where you do... no more no less we will arrive when we arrive is that clear....
Rick: crystal clear. Then me and the lady shall retire now... captain.
The emissary comes to you and escorts you to the lower deck to a corner cabin where you were given the bed and the emissary took the chair. Between the rocking of the boat, your tears and the gentle sound of the waves against the boat you fell asleep.
Rick(quietly to self while looking at your sleeping form): sleep while you can milady you will need it's strength for the coming days.
With that last thought out loud the emissary too fell asleep. About 8 hours later you and the emissary were interrupted by a knock on the cabin door.
Rick: yes
Crewmate: sir we are just about to dock in Daggerfall Port...
Rick: thank you we will be up shortly...
You stretched slightly and slowly sat up the sound of footsteps above and bells ringing and people (men specifically) shouting...
Rick: princess how did you sleep?
Yn: my kingdom my parents, it's all gone...
Rick: it's gonna be just fine... the king and queen of Daggerfall have already prepared the marriage contract... all that's left is for you and Jensen to be wed...
Yn: what's the prince like...
Rick: strong willed, handsome, brave
You couldnt help wondering if your parents had survived or if your kingdom would even still exist.
Yn: I can do this right?
Rick: absolutely, now let's get out of this room so you can see your new home...
Yn: yes please.
You followed Rick out of the cabin and up the stairs to the deck. A beautiful busy kingdom now stood before you... to be honest it kinda overwhelmed you...
Rick: princess, welcome to Daggerfall!
You follow the emissary as the ship is tied to the dock, and the ramp is lowered, the emissary escorts you off the ramp and into a carriage.
Rick: when we arrive at the castle I'm sure we can arrange for some new dresses and some riding gear to be...
He stops mid sentence for he realizes your not paying attention... instead he places his hand on your shoulder...
Rick: don't worry milady, you will be happy again, you will be prosperous and we will all be okay, one day soon we will send troops back to your country to rid it of those pesky raiders...
You were in a strange land, your new home... but something felt calm, and peaceful! You just stare out the window... soon a castle stands in your view.
yn: are you sure I'm gonna be happy here?
Rick: yes I am... you are gonna be very happy here. Once you get settled in anyway! But we are here and look at how many people are here to greet you...
You breathed a bit easier seeing all the smiling faces, and once the carriage came to a full stop, you watched the door open and a voice announced in a loud tone..
Yeller: announcing the arrival of Princess YN of the Gold Coast and emissary Rick of Daggerfall.
You let Rick step out of the carriage first knowing you had to compose yourself first. Once fully composed you took Rick's hand and stepped out of the carriage.
With Rick 1 step ahead of you, you both went up to be greeted by the king and queen...
You curtsey and feel the eyes of rhe kingdom on you...
John: yn we are delighted to meet you finally, we have prepared one of our finest rooms for you. Tonight we shall hold a masquerade ball, this ball will serve as the welcoming party, a chance for you all to get to know our honored guest, for in the coming days we shall make an announcement that shall change the course of our great nations forever.
Mary: come my dear you must me tired from your journey, come let's get you cleaned up...
Wow these people were so nice, and this was the first time you were meeting them... you follow the king and queen with Rick behind you a bit into the castle and up a set of stairs to the end of a short ish corridor.
The door opened to reveal a luxurious room full of brand new things jewels, dresses, etc for you...
Yn: is this all mine?
Mary comes up behind you after she has shooed everyone else away... she comes into the room with you and sits on the chaise.
Mary: yes it is... I heard what happened to you, Rick filled me in... as I'm sure he is filling in the king right now... I'm so sorry that this happened to you... but your safe and at the masquerade tonight you will meet our son, and your engagement to him will be announced as well... now do you need help at all or are you ok...
You had to smile, the warmth coming off her so you nodded..
Yn: I could do with the help, these dresses are much different than what I'm used too.
You went then to choose a dress from the selection that laid before you... you were browsing the selection of gowns and remembered that this was a masquerade ball...
Yn: what mask selection is there?
You asked with such curiosity as if in hope of it helping your dress selection choice! Mary goes and opens a box with a few pairs of masks in it...
Mary: which every mask you choose my son, your future husband will wear its pair... it is how he will know how to find you... but once you pick out your masquerade set we will leave it on the bed for you for later closer to the party.
You choose the half full half not mask in silver... it was so shiny... but then sitting on the chair near by in eye shot was a Ball-Gown with a V-neck, Sweep Train, in Satin With Sequins and a Split Front in Fuchsia...
Yn: this one this is the dress for tonight...
Mary: wonderful my dear you are gonna be absolutely stunning at the ball tonight... now what would you like to wear till then...
You went to the bed cause you had seen it a few short moments before... you picked it up and held it against yourself, a simple just above the ankle thin strapped Satin gown in cerulean blue... you also grabbed a pair of comfortable shoes.
Yn: I'd like to wear something simple till the ball tonight... if your okay with that, your majesty...
Mary simply nodded and came round and helped you undo the back of your dress, you used a sheet to cover yourself...
Mary: please my dear you don't need to be frightened... you tremble at my every touch... what troubles you child.
Yn: the maids and ladies who would help me get ready back home would always well... poke fun at how I look... they always suggested that I was well not skinny...
Mary: non sense my dear, you do not need to be ashamed of anything... your perfectly safe here... plus if I know my son and I do, he will not be able to resist you in that dress tonight...
You smile as the queen helps you slide into your simple Satin gown, there was a feeling of comfort and security you felt talking with the queen, it was like bonding with the mother you never got...
You spun round in the dress before sitting in front of the mirror as the queen proceeded to help you braid your hair. Once she was finished she helped you up.
Yn: thank you your majesty!
Mary: please no need to be so formal.
Yn: very well, I'm gonna go for a walk through those roses outside. I love roses.
Mary:of course I'll send Rick when it's time to come back in and get ready for the ball.
you walk through the halls, down the stairs and out to the rose garden, walking passed the troops training, catching glimpses of the men with nice muscles...
what were you thinking you had to get your head out of that gutter... you were about to meet your future husband tonight. you were about to become engaged and you couldnt bare to screw this up now... you had no place to go back to if you did...
yn(to self): ugh, what is wrong with me?
you were now mentally scolding yourself. all because you had looked at one hot guy... well now was the time to sit and smell the flowers, enjoy the daylight, and soak up some rays of sunshine till the ball.. and thats exactly what you did, you sat in the rose garden, closed your eyes and meditated.
you felt so calm, and peaceful, till the sound of voices screaming you were knocked off the bench and flat sideways on the ground your body covered by anothers more muscular more rough.
jensen: are you alright milady?
yn: its yn and yes im okay... thank you...
jensen: im so sorry about that im training new recruits for the palace army.. today is the archery lesson, i told them all to take 5 while i ran over here to save you...
yn: well thank you but umm i have one question, can i get up now?
jensen cleared his throat, as he helped you get back on your feet. you dusted off your dress and then he was suddenly on one knee again.
jensen: forgive me your highness...
you motioned for him to rise as you finished straightening out your dress.
Yn: please no formalities, it's just yn... and you are?
Jensen had to think quickly... he didn't want this to be your first impression of him bumbling and such... but something about you made him feel alive...
Jensen: Jay, I'm a knight in the kings army. Well I'll leave you be, I'm sorry again about tackling you to the ground. Maybe I'll see you around. Yn.
Yn: Jay...
It was the best sight you had ever seen the backside of the man who saved your life... walking away.
You got back into a position once more for meditation, except a bit more out of the training archers view.
A few hours passed, the sunlight sat almost eye level when your name was being yelled from behind you.
Rick: milady it's time to get ready for the masquerade.
You stand and walk back inside with Rick. Feeling the comfort and peace you sought in your afternoon meditation.
In your room, 2 ladies came into the room with a note from the queen... simply saying that you were going to be dressed by these 2 ladies. And that she would see you in the grand hall...
In seconds you were dressed and hair re braided a tiara placed on your head, you were then pointed in the direction of the grand hall.
You were announced by the page at the door. You entered, Mary came over to you and took your hand...
Mary: my dear, you look marvelous.
Yn: thank you, is your son here yet?
Mary shakes her head..
Mary: not yet, why don't you sit by the fire place in comfort while people come in and this way they can speak with you a bit if they wish, away from the crowd.
Yn: of course thank you
*time skip: slowly one by one, minutes passed, people came into the grand hall people bowed before you and the king and queen. Minutes turned into an hour very quickly. This is when the page blew his horn and announced that the musicians should begin to play. First it was a circle dance, then a line dance, but you were watching and waiting for the man who was to be your husband to show himself. But through the vast crowds of people, you couldn't find him, but also everyone was wearing masks so it made it more difficult. About 10 minutes later, a voice popped up from behind you... this is where we go to now*
Jo: excuse me your highness, my name is jo the queen has appointed me to be your lady in waiting.. and I've been tasked with asking you to rendezvous with a mysterious stranger I'm the hallway away from the eyes of the ball... he says that you caught his attention with the shot of an arrow. But he wants you to meet the real him.
You were intrigued... maybe this was your mystery husband to be... you thanked jo and said you would find her later, you excused yourself and stepped into the hallway.
Jensen: pardon me your grace, but I fear I have to explain myself.
You turned to meet the eyes of the man who had saved you earlier the man who had called himself Jay, now standing before you claiming he needs to explain.
Yn: I'm assuming it has to do with how informal our meeting in the gardne was for both of us your highness.
Jensen: I'm Jensen, your future husband to be if you so desire it titled.
You move a bit closer and feel the heat pooling between your legs, Jensen kind of krinkles his nose a bit as he notices something dripping down your leg...
Jensen: yn forgive me but there's something dripping down your leg.
Jensens eyes pierced you like daggers, he had no idea that this moment is one you had wanted since you first met him and didn't know who he was.
Yn: I'm but putty in your hands my lord. Make me squirt my lord, I need relief.
That was all you had to say, Jensen pressed you against the wall and hiked up your skirt and dipped his fingers right into your dripping wet pussy...
Jensen: that's it baby, squirt for me... let me move your pretty dress out of the way... and no one will ever know...
You were so far from being a proper princess, but now being in this darkened corner with your future husband to be was like waking up from a nightmare.
You within 10 minutes more were now squirting all over the floor. Grabbing a set of roses and rubbing a few of the petals on your legs and using a piece of the table fabric to make it look like the vase of flowers spilt on the ground.
You both mask up straighten our and rejoin the party. Walking in arm and arm you both join the waltz... center of the dance floor and enjoying eachothers touch and company.
Mary and John usher for the music to cease about half way into the waltz.
John: may I address the arrival of the princess yn, those who wish to remain for the announcement may but right now I wish to announce the engagement of my son Prince Jensen to the lovely princess YN.
You and Jensen wave and stand in front of the thrones to address the court.
Yn: friends, members of the court, when i arrived this morning, i had just been taken out of my own country due to our home was invaded, i would have been killed if the ambassador for Daggerfall hadnt swept me out through the servants quarters and down to the docks. i came here with nothing. i felt so alone, but i dont anymore. thanks to my fiance Jensen, the love ive felt from his parents and the great many of you that have shown me kindness. so thank you to my loving and adoring Fiance and his family for accepting me as one of their own... long live daggerfall!
the people cheered and the music resumed. the waltz played again from the beginning of the dance. you and jensen went into the centere of the floor. but the allure was still strong, so middle of the dance you and jensen looked at eachother.
jensen: bedchamber?
yn: uh huh!
you feel jensen leave your grasp to go talk to his parents... probably telling them that the two of you needed some peace and quiet. away from the crowd.
jensen comes around you takes you gently and calmish by the arm and leads you up to what you presumed to be his bedchambers. he opened the door but that was it.
your dress undone and on the floor in seconds, jensens shirt and pants on the floor strewn everywhere. you on the bed jensen on top of you gently rubbing against your pussy with his hard cock. in seconds he slides in and makes you scream and moan.
both of you so immeersed in this various positions and feelings that the time escapes you, the evening goes on and you both are lost in eachother feeling nothing but the love of your own hearts.
at the end of the orgasm that befell the both of you.
jensen held you and you both just laughed.
yn: you know this was my first time... and i have to say it feels amazing.
jensen: i hope your pregnant it would force the wedding sooner.
yn: bad boy, this is no way to behave...
jensen: no but it sure is fun!
yn: thank you for being my stolen knight! i love you Jensen!
jensen: your welcome baby, i love you too.
that was the end of the conversation, you both now were just comfortable in eachothers eyes, forms, and arms. so comfortable in fact that you both fell asleep.
Anonymous Request: Hi! Could I request a fic where the reader has a nightmare and wakes up already having a panic attack. Dean wakes up and tries to help but gets worried because he thinks she’s gonna pass out because she can’t manage to calm down. Lots of fluff and cuddles once she finally does calm down. Please and thank you!
Square Filled: Cuddling
A/N: This was written for @spnfluffbingo. Please let me know what you think!
Your lungs burn as you race across the dark building. When you and Sam finally got a location on Dean, you took off out the motel room door almost leaving Sam there. When your eyes land on Dean's pale form, your heart drops. He's been missing for almost a week after being attacked by a Djinn, and if it hasn't already drained the life out of him, it almost has.
"Dean," you sob and you reach into your pocket to find a knife. You cut him down but you're not able to hold up his weight, so you gently lower him to the dirty floor. "Sam!" you holler, hoping that there's no danger now that he's killed the monster. You turn your attention to Dean when you feel his hand slowly move against yours. "Hey," you say and you give him a small smile. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay? But you've gotta stay awake for me, baby." Dean's eyes start to slide shut, causing you to panic even more than you already are. "Dean. Dean! Open your eyes."
He's so pale and that faint pulse that you feel underneath your fingertips is getting weaker and weaker. Dean's body goes limp in your arms causing you to panic.
"Dean!" you scream. "No. No. No! Open your eyes! Baby, look at me. Open your eyes! Dean!" The tears are streaming down your face and your heart is racing. You feel sick to your stomach and like you're going to pass out.
"No. No!" you scream out as you unwillingly sit up in bed. Your heart is racing and you're afraid that you're going to get sick.
"Baby?" Dean asks softly as he sets a hand onto your shoulder. You hide your face into your hands as you start hyperventilating. "Hey, what happened, sweetheart?"
"I thought... You were..." Your throat feels like it's tightening up on you and you can't breathe right.
"Alright. It's alright," Dean whispers as he pulls you in and holds you tightly to him. "Just calm down." Dean presses a kiss to your head and he rubs a hand up and down your arm. "Please, sweetheart, you've gotta calm down or you're gonna pass out on me." You're crying so hard that you can't breathe and Dean, bless his heart, is trying everything that he can to calm you down some.
"My head hurts," you croak out as you cling tightly onto Dean.
"It's from where you're so upset right now, honey," Dean whispers. "You've got to calm down a bit."
"I'm... trying."
"I know you are but you're gonna pass out on me if you don't slow your breathing." Dean tells you softly as he presses a kiss to your head. "Hey, whatever happened is not real but this is, alright? I'm right here and we're both okay, sweetheart."
"It was real," you breathe out as tears roll down your cheeks. "The Djinn."
"Sweetheart," Dean breathes out. You let out a loud sob causing Dean's heart to break. "I'm alright now. Thanks to you and Sam for finding me and getting me to the hospital. You saved my life, baby. You took care of me. That's what we do for each other isn't it. Take care of each other?" You nod and Dean tightens his arms around you. "I'm right here because you took care of me, sweetheart," Dean whispers softly to you.
Your head still feels all fuzzy and your throat is tight. "I can't..."
"Feel," Dean tells you as he gently grabs onto your hand and presses it over his heart. "You feel that?" You nod and swallow hard. "That's because of you," Dean whispers as he uses his free hand to gently push some of your hair out of your eyes.
"I'm gonna be sick," you groan as you squeeze your eyes shut. Dean takes a deep breath and pulls you in tightly to him so that you're able to feel his chest rising and falling. You know what he's doing and yet you can't get yourself calmed down enough to follow his lead.
"Honey, please," Dean begs. "I know that you're upset but I need you to calm down for me so that you don't pass out." He's holding you like you're a baby and you're clinging tightly onto his neck for dear life. "Hey, do you remember the day you and I met?"
"Yeah," you choke out. "I know... what you're trying... to do."
"Good," Dean chuckles as he nuzzles his nose into your hair. "You were this shy, gorgeous little thing. Well, not much is different now except that you're even more gorgeous and you're not too shy anymore. Being with me might have something to do with that." You can't help the small laugh that escapes you. "Ah, I like that sound," Dean smiles widely as he presses his lips firmly to your cheek. "You thought that I was stalking you when truthfully I was after the monster who actually was stalking you. Little did I know you knew something was after you and you were playing bait. You were wanting it to make it's move so you could knock it off of it's feet like you did for me. In more ways then one I might add." Dean smirks causing you to roll your eyes a bit at him. Even now he can't stop flirting with you. "What you didn't know was that the person you thought was after you was in fact a big scary monster," Dean chuckles. "I didn't think that I was ever going to convince you that a werewolf was after you."
"I called you an idiot for a while," you laugh.
"Still do," Dean chuckles.
"Only when you deserve it," you smile.
"Shh, I'm trying to get to the good part here," Dean smiles. "Where was I? Oh, right. As I was laying there on the pavement after this tiny little girl had flattened me out, effectively knocking the wind out of me, I thought to myself I am not letting this one go."
"And they all lived happily ever after," you smile. Dean chuckles as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.
"Better now, darlin'?"
"Yeah," you smile softly at Dean as you relax a bit in his hold. "Only because you make it all better."
"Happy to help," Dean whispers as he moves so that you're both laying down. You try and sit up but Dean's arms stop you.
"I don't want to go to sleep," you tell him. "I don't want to have to live through that anymore."
"You've gotta get your beauty rest or else you'll be embarrassed to be seen beside of me," Dean smirks.
"Dork," you laugh as you playfully slap him.
"Alright, you don't have to go to sleep if you don't want to," Dean tells you softly as his eyes hold your gaze. "But I wanna lay like this with you in my arms for a while."
"But if I lay down then I'm gonna go to sleep."
"That's my plan," Dean chuckles. "Sweetheart, I am right here. All you've gotta do is just relax and allow me to love on you some, alright?" You're quiet for a while before you finally nod your head a bit at Dean.
"Okay," you breathe out before laying your head over onto his chest. Dean presses a kiss to your hairline and he tightens his arms around you.
"Do you know that I love you?"
"Well, it isn't like you tell me so about a gazillion times a day."
Dean chuckles as he rubs his nose up against yours. "You're amazing."
"No I'm not."
"Sweetheart, you took on the big job of putting up with me everyday," Dean smiles. "That takes someone special."
You giggle and move your head to hid your face in Dean's neck. "Well, I have a little bit of help when you and Sam go on a hunt. He has to keep you in line for me then."
"You're talking like I'm some five year old little boy," Dean chuckles.
"Oh, no, you're worse than a five year old little boy," you say and you give Dean a wide smile. You squeal out when Dean moves his fingers along your side. "Stop!" you laugh as you try and push Dean's hand away.
"Make me," Dean chuckles.
"Alright," you smile before you lean in to press your lips to Dean's. Dean chuckles and quits tickling you so that he can tangle his hand up in your hair. When you slowly pull away, you're both breathless and Dean smiles widely at you.
"Okay, I'll let you win."
You laugh and you let yourself relax in Dean's arms a bit more. "Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Promise that you've got me?"
"Yeah, sweetheart," Dean whispers as a wide smile spreads across his face. "Promise, honey. I've got you."
"I am safe?"
"You're safe."
"I'm yours?"
"You're mine."
"One more thing?"
"Anything," Dean grins.
"Hold on to me?"
"Absolutely," Dean breathes out.
"Don't let go?"
Dean chuckles as he tightens his arms around you as much as he can before whispering softly in your ear. "I wouldn't dream of it, baby girl."
