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Jensen x Reader 

The pandemic isolation made you lonely and desperate for affection. Late one night you try something you’ve never done before - call a sex hotline. 

Written for @spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Sex Hotline and BTZ Bingo, Square filled: Late Night Call

WC: 2614. On AO3 Warnings: NSFW. Explicit Smut including phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, fantasies. Jensen. Yep, that’s a warning. A/N: Thanks to my always inspiring beta @letsby. This fic was not planned. At all. Jensen is Bossy :)

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The stay at home isolation had been rough. For a million reasons. But especially your drop in sexual activity with anyone other than yourself. No bars to go out to, so no hot strangers to pick up. No guy from high school to call after you got home alone, despondent and horny. No dating, online or organically. Sure, you had your toys and porn and enough lingerie to make face masks for a small army. But it had been almost five months since the world shut down and you were desperate. So one lonely Saturday night you did something you’d never done before. As the night ticked into morning, you dialed the number you’d found online.

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Jensen Ackles | EW 2020, BTS [x]

Midnight Movie Marathon

SPN FanFic

~Dean finally gets some time alone to kick back in his mancave and watch his favorite movies on the tube, only, he comes to find… he’s not actually alone…~

Dean x Reader

3,295 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Teensy bit of Dom!Dean, but not really. Awkward, Blushy!Dean. Multiple, Wet Orgasms. Oral. Doggy. Loads of… ahem… cum. Enjoy!

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Dean smiled proudly as he looked down at his creation. 

The bread was crisp, the lettuce shredded to perfection, just a hint of tomato, and turkey for days. Sam would have rolled his eyes at the good three inches of sliced turkey and deli Swiss cheese that towered inside his sandwich, but Sammy wasn’t there. 

Dean was alone for once. The Bunker was empty. He was happy. He was gonna sit in his man cave, eat his impossibly perfect sandwich, drink some beer, and watch the Back to the Future marathon on TBS. 

Just so he didn’t have to get up for a while, Dean tucked four beers under his left arm and a fresh bag of chips under the other. He was prepared. 

He was not, however, prepared to find that he was not alone, and that his Fortress of Deanitude had another occupant. 

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All Our Sins

SPN FanFic

~It has been a long time since your last confession, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to go like this…~

Priest!Dean x Reader, Sam

1,700 Words

Warnings; NSFW. EXTREME BLASPHEMY. Priest!Kink. Dirty Talk. Spanking. Hardcore fuckin’. In a confessional booth.

A/N: For my darling @assbuttaf​, who asked for this like a year ago… Hope you all enjoy…

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The candlelight died away instantly as you closed the tiny door of the confessional booth. It had been years since you’d even stepped foot in a church, let alone attempted confession, but there you were, about to sink to your knees.

Afraid to look through the screen, you bowed your head and knelt down, ready to try this whole praying thing.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, Spiritus Sancti. Amen.” The priest spoke slowly, his voice like caramel through the grate; deep and rich.

Your lip shook. “Bless me, Father for I have sinned.”

“Go on…”

It was hard to speak; your voice shaking, chin steadied by clasped hands. “It’s been…well, hell, I can’t remember how long since I did this last.

"That’s fine, my dear, go on. What do you need to confess?”

“I guess… a lot,” you admitted with a sarcastic laugh. “I mean, I curse constantly. I’ve been in fights, I’ve killed. Not- humans, but…things.”

The priest nodded, his crisp profile distorted by the mesh. “That’s…not great.”  A slick chuckle made your heart skip.

“I’ve saved people too, Father,” you went on, explaining away the sin of murder. “Lots of people.”

“I’m sure you have.”

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Digital Distraction

SPN FanFic

~Dean Winchester can be extremely distracting. Handsome face, adorkable personality, broad meaty shoulders, emerald eyes, hands….hands…hands….~

Dean x Reader, Sam (briefly)

1,671 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Quirofilia (A sexual fetish for hands.) Fingering. Finger sucking. Daydreaming. Yada Yada.

A/N: For PORN WARS with @covered-byroses! titled by @crashdevlin bc I suck. ;) Enjoy!

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He tapped them on the wheel, drumming along to the radio, slightly out of time but captivating nonetheless. It caught your eye as you sat in the backseat, peeking over the leather to see fingertips dancing. 

They were so long and thick. Had his fingers always looked like that? Knuckles red and a little swollen from the punches he’d delivered that morning. The ring finger bent kinda funny like it’s been broken a few hundred times, but his nails were oddly clean and shining and you found yourself staring for longer than seemed normal. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

Each lazy drum matched your heart beat and as the song picked up, so did your pulse. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

His thumb curled around the wheel, meeting his middle finger, and Dean slid his hand downwards, gently caressing the leather. Your thighs clenched and you arched your back, unconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the seat.

Tap, slap, tap. 

His palm hit the wheel and you bit your lip, imagining his big hand covering your breast. Roughly calloused fingertips and smooth palm squeezing, holding onto your flesh, making everything firm and tingly.

Your mouth watered, your clit throbbed. 

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Talk Dirty To Me

a NSFW mini series starring: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins.

~Jensen is super shy, even in the bedroom. When Y/N asks him to open up a bit, he gets even more nervous and takes some interesting advice from his friend.~

NSFW - Smut, Dirty Talk, Fluff, Comedy, bit of relationship Angst, Etc.

Jensen x Reader

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

Packing Heat

Author’s Note: This is part of my 2.5k Follower Drabble Celebration. Followers picked prompts, (listed below as the summary) and this was one of the results. See the rest of them HERE. Requested by: @plaidstiel-wormstache Summary/Prompts: Smut, “And your point is…?”, Someone in the fic laughs at an inappropriate moment Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,513 Warnings: Smutty good times. The reader is a civilian who doesn’t know who Dean really is, so there’s some dishonesty on his part, but mostly, just the smut. :D

This wasn’t the sort of thing you usually did.

Sure, the FBI guy was fine, and there was no denying that the chemistry between the two of you was the hottest you’d felt since your disastrous relationship fail with Brian.

But inviting him to your place for a one-night-stand? With a guy you had just met today?

It hadn’t stopped you from flirting with the guy the moment he started interviewing you about that apartment you use to live in. You’d left it because you couldn’t get over the creepy vibe of the place–but despite knowing this Agent Dean Smith for only a couple of hours, you didn’t get a creepy vibe from him.

Just a hot one.

You’d given him your number and the instruction to call you if he had any other questions…or if he just wanted to catch up with you after your shift as the bartender at the local cop bar.

He’d stopped by for a drink, some outrageous eye-fucking, and you’d decided to throw caution to the wind and embrace the heat. You only lived once, right? Carpe Diem, and all that.

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The Unexpected

Sitting in the theater, your leg bounces in anticipation. Your heart flutters, your breath becomes more and more shallow. You’re anxious, and it’s so stupid. They’re just people. He’s just a person - an incredibly attractive, stupidly sweet, perfectly proportioned person.

Son of a bitch.

You’re doomed from the second you see him, and knowing you’ll be face to face with him momentarily has your anxiety ramped up.

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Floor It

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~1730

Warnings: This is 100% filthy. Teasing! Dirty talk! Desperate finger-banging in the Impala! Edging, objectification, praise kink, orgasm denial, Sub!Dean…

A/N: When I started this, I genuinely thought it would be under 500 words, but they just…kept talking? Fuck me. Someday I’ll write a real drabble. 

Dean knows he’s in trouble as soon as he feels her hand curl around his wrist. He’s trying to drive safe, but he can’t resist looking at her out of the corner of his eye, catching a glimpse of her mischievous smile and her dress hitched up high on her thighs. 

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Maybe you could use the “Dean” voice.

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Jensen Ackles | SDCC 2019 [x]

“On your knees, Y/N…”

Jensen and Jason singing The Joker

I think my fucking ovaries just exploded @eyes-of-a-disney-princess. Have you listened to this????????