All in Good Fun

A/N: Random thing I decided to write. 😛

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You took a step forward, a blade in hand and pressing it against a demon’s throat. He gasped beneath you, attempting to escape but finding it futile.

The knife goes right through his heart. Orange sparks flood through the now lifeless body and burn out.

You wipe a stray hair aside from your face and stand up to face Sam and Dean.

“That’s the last one. Let’s get out of here,” Dean says, moving toward the door.

The moment you look at Gabriel to say your line you start laughing.

“Cut!”

You cover your eyes with your hands, laughing off the face Richard was making at you.

“Sheesh, you really got to get your acting together, Y/n,” Jared teases, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You wipe fake tears from your eyes in mock of the other actors.

“I hate you guys,” you groan and look over at a smirking Speight, “Especially you!”

Rich feigns a surprised look, pointing a finger at his chest. “Me? I have done nothing wrong.”

You roll your eyes, steadying yourself in the position you needed to be to redo the clip.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road for real.”

“…and action!”

You burst out into laughter once again.

“Cut!”

Your knees hit the floor in defeat and you surrender the rest of your body to the hard surface.

“I give up,” you call, covering your face to hide the redness of your cheeks. The whole situation was too funny and embarassing to handle.

“I guess I can stop making faces at Y/n. I was simply embracing my inner Gabriel,” Richard’s voice says from a few feet away.

You remove the hands from your vision to see him suddenly hovering above you. He offers out an arm to help you up which you gladly take.

Once you’re standing, you dust off your clothes and warily watch Rich.

“You are the embodiment of Gabriel, don’t even get me started, Speight.”

Rich simply rolls his eyes, the small hint of a genuine smile playing on the rim of his lips.

Friends With Great Benefits

Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I make a request? A Rich x Reader please ? They’re sex friends and as soon as he breaks up with someone he comes to seek comfort in her arms and one day, while they’re doing the do, he tells her that he loves her what doesn’t please the reader who believes he’s playing with her (she thinks he knows she has feelings for him for a long time, when in fact he completely ignores it). Happy ending, fluff, smut, the whole panoply. Thanks & hearts

Word Count: 1.2K+ words

Warnings: Downright dirty smut

Disclaimer: Literally no hate on the actors wives. I just use them as characters.

A/N: It’s Wednesday, mah dudes! Took me forever to finish this (after thinking I’d given up on it multiple times but then writing more). Also, let me know if there are mistakes. With having gone on and off of writing it, there may be plot or grammar mistakes that I missed!

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The knock on your door was insistent; you knew it was him immediately.

You quickly opened the latch and tossed open the door to reveal a disheveled Rich.

By the way his manner seemed, this wasn’t just going to be a friendly conversation. You could tell that he had broken up with his girlfriend simply because he was at your door now.

This was a normal thing. Rich was a handsome man who always had women waiting in line to be his. Girlfriends for him hardly lasted more than a few months, though you never understood why.

Soon after meeting the actor on the set of a movie, you two realized the chemistry that the both of you had. Your friendship slowly and surely wiggled its way into what would we known as friends with benefits.

Rich, being the man he was, always sought for a woman that he would date and one day, marry. But you watched each one walk out the picture and watched Rich come running back to you.

Of course, it was just sex. No strings, no attachments, right? Then why did it seem like your heart would almost burst out of your chest every time he knocked on your door?

Your body collided with Rich’s as the two of you melted together perfectly. You’d done this so many times, but every time had felt just as good as the last.

His mouth was on yours, his hands traveling down to the bottom of your ass as he lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist; everything felt like pure bliss in his arms.

Rich’s strength was something that had surprised you at first. He didn’t seem all too physically fit, but that man could carry you with ease.

In a matter of seconds, you were laid onto the bed as your companion towered over you. His features radiated with passion; his body was your guilty pleasure and yours his.

You feel a nagging feeling in your head. Before anything starts, you need to know something.

“Tell me, am I better than her?”

“We never had sex, but you’ve always been better than any other girl,” he smirks.

Your already flushed face turned a complete shade darker at his words. If you were the best he’d ever had, why stop at just meaningless sex?

You internally scolded yourself. It was childish to expect more out of this.

Rich’s words seemed to have set you off as you initiated another kiss. You reached into the hair on the back of his head and pressed his face closer into yours.

His hands… god, his hands knew exactly where to go and what to do. He had enough knowledge of your body to know every little thing that sent you over the edge.

This wasn’t love-making at all; it never was. This was downright dirty fucking, and you loved every second of it.

His mouth pressed hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanned gently over your skin. Usually kissing wasn’t much part of the deal, but you weren’t complaining. Just the thought of more Rich drove you crazy, desperate for him.

Your fingers immediately worked their way under the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it over his head. His body always amazed you; it’s imperfections and flaws in other people’s eyes were holy to you. You revel in the feel of his body on yours, working in tandem with him. He tugs off your own shirt, then your bra, pants, and panties tossing both behind him. Every time he sees your body, he can never seem to get enough.

“Yours now,” you mumble against his lips, fishing for the buckle of his pants. He pulled away and reached for the back of his t-shirt. The hidden muscles in his arms flexed as Rich tugged the fabric over his shoulders. His golden eyes locked onto yours and he quickly shrugged his jeans down and off his legs.

You carefully reached for his boxers, sliding them down enough for his cock to spring free from its stiff confinement.

His body never left yours for a second the entire time. He reached his hand slowly down the length of your stomach and over every dip of your skin. Rich’s index finger paused at your core as he smiled into the crook of your neck. His finger worked its way around your folds, massaging the tender area before entering it. How he was able to reduce you to a mess of tangled hair and whimpering with just his index finger was beyond you.

You reached around his back, clasping both of your hands as he pumped his digit inside of you. The breaking point was almost near, but Rich never was one to let you cum this early.

He dragged the finger away from your wetness and to his lips. His eyes bored into yours as he placed the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean. You’d never get enough of him.

Rich set the hand down beside your shoulder, drawing his dick toward your hole with the other. The sheer pleasure you felt as he entered you was enough to have anyone coming undone.

Your back curled up, pressing Rich’s body further into yours. His cock was now sheathed deep inside of you, hitting that spot that drove you crazy. Both of your bodies fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces that seemed perfect for each other. You could hardly deny the attraction you felt for him any longer.

It wasn’t long before the sensations were spiraling you into a heavenly state. Your mind went blank for the moments that your orgasm rippled through your body.

If anyone would have asked you to describe that moment, you would only have one word: bliss.

You moaned his name as if it were an obscene prayer, begging him to come. In return, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a satisfied grunt.

“Y/n, you’re so damn good. I love you.”

Those words would have automatically sent you into a panic had you not been fucking him at that exact instant. Rich leaned his head into your shoulder, thrusting into your body a few more times before hitting his euphoric climax and spilling his seed into you.

You breathed heavily, trying to gain back your strength. Everything felt so good but wait… what had Rich just said?

Sweat cooled off your achingly warm body as Rich laid next to you. The tension was thick between the two of you despite being on top of one another just minutes ago.

You cleared your throat cautiously.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Rich’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and a hint of sadness.

“What?”

You laughed mockingly, “You know what. You’re teasing me. I know that you know my real feelings. I’m not just some puppet, Rich.”

You shift from his side to get off the bed. A hand grasps at your arm, preventing you from moving. Tears prickle at your eyes, threatening to fall from even the smallest word said.

“I don’t regret what I said, Y/n. I told you; no other woman has gotten to me the way you do.”

His words seem so sincere. You know in the bottom of your heart that he’s being truthful. It wasn’t a trick, a prank, or anything of those sorts.

From being solely friends, to this, and then dating, it was going to be easier to go through each day knowing you wouldn’t have to hide your feelings.

“Finally. Jeez, Rich, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for ages.”

Rich chuckles, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you down on the bed with him.