Summary:Everybody wins when Reader dreams of Michael B. Jordan.
Warnings:unprotected sex, weird stuff that only happens in dreams, semi-public sex (?.
Author’s Note: This isn’t well thought out because it’s actually the dream I had a few days ago. I originally wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget but it turned out to be a kinda one shot thing and people wanted it lol. So there’s weird bizarre stuff that only happens in dreams but that it was essential to the plot(?) of this filth. I also adjusted some things so it would actually fit into the narrative of a one shot. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome <3
She blamed her dreams, although of course they were the ones pointing the finger. And those digits were firmly aimed in her direction.
But it was how she found out, and she enlisted the blame at the cause, rather than the cause of the cause. She didn’t think about her subconscious, and how it was producing these ideas, conjuring them out of the aether of sleep and wrapping them around her limbs, her eyes, tying her down and sending electric thrills between her legs. It wasn’t her dreams that created that shadowy, vague, desperately masculine figure towering over her. They were just the conduit.
Without them, though, she may have remained blissfully unaware. There was a part of her, a very real, solid, angry part, that wished that she’d had dreamless nights, just a void between bouts of consciousness. It wasn’t quite the majority, but it was close. Oh to be normal, to want normal things from normal people.
Not her. She liked to be tied up. She liked to have control wrested from her. She liked to feel the thrill of being called a slut, a cunt, a whore. She liked to be dressed up just so she could be dressed down. Each kink a different dream, every one surreal, confusing, and embarrassingly exciting. She resented every one, even as she ploughed her hand between her legs at the thought of them.
The problem was, as vivid, powerful and depraved as her dreams were, she wouldn’t truly understand what she was until one of them came true. Until she made them come true. But it was only a matter of time.
Summary: It’s your birthday and one of your favorite fantasies comes true.
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader
Rating:Explicit
Words:3.333
Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, creampie, a hint of oral (male rec), breeding kink, cuckolding (kinda), I’ll label this slightly dub-con (not to me but before anyone complains…), spanking, I mention gunplay, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, though), marathon fucking, Plot? What plot? it’s basically just fucking with Jensen Ackles’ characters
A/N: It’s my birthday and I do with them what I want to.
It’s a little past 1 am when you finally shut the TV off. You rub your tired eyes, yawning as you must get up for work in not six hours. Binge-watching all episodes of The Boys after you just had a Supernatural marathon wasn’t your best idea.
You can’t help it. Jensen Ackles will be the death of you, or rather his characters Dean Winchester and Soldier Boy.
