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Tittle: An offer you can't afford to refuse
Pairing J2
kinks: m/m, anal, non-con, dub-con, h/c, asshole!Jensen, asshole!Jared, whump!jared, protective Jensen, Happy ending.
rape, implied violence, badly written sexy times.
TRIGGER WARNING: in this chapter attempted non con, m/m sex, dirty talking, oral and fingering, anal.
TRIGGER WARNING: in this chapter attempted non con, m/m sex, dirty talking, oral and fingering, anal.
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Part SIX Part SEVEN Part EIGHT Part NINE Part TEN
Part ELEVEN Part TWELVE Part THIRTEEN Part FOURTEEN part FIFTEEN
Part SIXTEEN
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Jensen pushed a hankie on his hand and then held Jared by an arm across hallways and into the elevator with other people, the second Jared tried to get free he held him even harder and growled. “I’ll have Milo killing your brother if you do as much as call attention to us. Don’t test me bastard!” so he just followed quietly.
“I swear I never…” he tried once in the car but Jensen slapped him hard, everything exploded behind his eyes, searing pain and a split lip. “I don’t like when my whores talk.” Jensen said and started the engine driving out of the parking lot with the tires screeching.
The drive was quiet; Jared was too scared to even cry, what have he done? Why would Jonathan say anything? Why? How? Then he remembered the slip, he knew about Jeremy without Jared telling him and he groaned understanding what he did.
“Get the hell out!” Jensen barked as they parked outside of Jared’s house he slammed his door closed before Jared put a feet on the street; he followed Jensen thinking on how he’d explain this.
“Look...” he tried the second the door was closed and Jensen walked into his parents’ living room with him following to get another slap; Jared phone rang on his pocket but he ignored it.
“I should have killed your brother and give you to Stephen when he still cared!! Ungrateful little shit.” Jared finally raised his head his eyes were swollen and his mouth once more was filled with blood, His jaw had a giant bruise turning purple on the left and his entire face was throbbing. “Why did I even bothered with you?” he turned around and walked into the house, checked the kitchen, the den, the living room throwing stuff, turning drawers upside down on carpets and tables. Jared tried to stop him at first but by the second slap he just moved back angrily watching as his family’s possessions were disrespected and thrown around like garbage. His phone rang on his pocket again.
( Follow Me )Part ELEVEN Part TWELVE Part THIRTEEN Part FOURTEEN part FIFTEEN
Part SIXTEEN
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Jensen pushed a hankie on his hand and then held Jared by an arm across hallways and into the elevator with other people, the second Jared tried to get free he held him even harder and growled. “I’ll have Milo killing your brother if you do as much as call attention to us. Don’t test me bastard!” so he just followed quietly.
“I swear I never…” he tried once in the car but Jensen slapped him hard, everything exploded behind his eyes, searing pain and a split lip. “I don’t like when my whores talk.” Jensen said and started the engine driving out of the parking lot with the tires screeching.
The drive was quiet; Jared was too scared to even cry, what have he done? Why would Jonathan say anything? Why? How? Then he remembered the slip, he knew about Jeremy without Jared telling him and he groaned understanding what he did.
“Get the hell out!” Jensen barked as they parked outside of Jared’s house he slammed his door closed before Jared put a feet on the street; he followed Jensen thinking on how he’d explain this.
“Look...” he tried the second the door was closed and Jensen walked into his parents’ living room with him following to get another slap; Jared phone rang on his pocket but he ignored it.
“I should have killed your brother and give you to Stephen when he still cared!! Ungrateful little shit.” Jared finally raised his head his eyes were swollen and his mouth once more was filled with blood, His jaw had a giant bruise turning purple on the left and his entire face was throbbing. “Why did I even bothered with you?” he turned around and walked into the house, checked the kitchen, the den, the living room throwing stuff, turning drawers upside down on carpets and tables. Jared tried to stop him at first but by the second slap he just moved back angrily watching as his family’s possessions were disrespected and thrown around like garbage. His phone rang on his pocket again.
