#[grabbing you by the collar of your shirt] jensen what the FUCK do you mean “the fantasy was far too real”

[hoarderheart]

How come you always have a boyfriend? How come you only want what you can’t have? Whoa. I know what I want, but I can’t have it. Besides you don’t want me, you just like too flirt. You’re just a complex manifestation of his memories designed to keep him distracted. The fantasy was far too real. No, guys, this is my life, this is the dream. It’s just a dream. Look, I have no illusions, okay? The life I live… It’s a lot of things, but it’s rarely happy. You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us. No strings attached. Well, I’ve seen much stranger things happen. Damn, it’s good to see you. A hell of a lot stranger. Anything? Oh, sweet. Almost anything. He’s dead, all the way dead. Because of you. I’ll see you…I will. Is that really you? Part of me always believed you’d come back. Welcome home. But you’re always there, you know? Maybe if you didn’t up and leave us. I left, but you didn’t stop me. I should’ve stopped you. You’re the best friend we’ve ever had. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. Man, I hope you can hear me… I know you’re in there…I know you can hear me...it’s me. We’re family. The people in your life, in your real life..? You ask, what about all of this is real. You’re my family. We are. People, families, that’s real. Out there, we need you to come back. We need you. We were a family and I didn’t wanna lose that. I need you. I forgive you… I’m sorry it took me so long...I’m sorry it took me ‘till now to say it. I love you. And I let it slip away… You’re our brother, I want you to know that. I love all of you. I need to say something. You don’t have to say it. You don’t have to say anything… Wait, there’s one thing… When Jack was dying…I made a deal. To save him. The price was my life. They’re not gonna get anything from me without agreeing to a few conditions. When I experience a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever. Why are you telling me this now? I wanted you to know…that when I do picture myself happy… I always wondered, what it could be…what my true happiness could even look like. There’s things, people, feelings…that I wanna experience differently than I had before. It’s with you. Or maybe even for the first time. I never found an answer. Because the one thing I want…it’s something I know I can’t have. But I think I know…I think I know now. Happiness isn’t in…the having, it’s in just being, it’s in just saying it. Why does this sound like a goodbye? Because it is. Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it. Don’t do this. I have to… You really suck at goodbyes, you know that? This is a better goodbye than the last time. You changed me, Dean.

I love you.

Goodbye, Dean.

I should’ve said, “I love you, too.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 2) - Baseball Caps & Stroller Naps

Summary: The reader gets into the swing of things around the Ackles household and starts having more one on one time with Jensen. He even offers to set her up with a friend of his. When he invites her to a family outing as a friend though, she gets another glimpse that he might not be as put together as he appears...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Daddy!Jensen

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Things are starting to happen! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Good morning,” you said the next day as Jensen walked into the kitchen covered in sweaty workout clothes.

“Morning,” he said, going to the fridge to grab a drink. “Get the kids to school okay?”

“Yup,” you said, Jensen sniffing the air and humming as he walked over to where a loaf of banana bread was cooling in the rack. “Ah, it’s still too hot. Wait another half hour.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It smells amazing by the way. I don’t think anything’s been baked in this house in six months.”

“I’ve always enjoyed it,” you said, Jensen taking a seat on top of the counter. He chugged down the cold bottle of water, some of it dripping down the corners of his mouth. “Enjoy sleeping in today?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I feel amazing.”

“You look rested for the first time since I’ve met you,” you said. “You should sleep in on the weekends more too. The kids don’t need to be up at dawn.”

“No, they don’t,” he said. “I do love sleep too. You do okay with getting the three of them going on your own today?”

“Yeah. JJ’s old enough to get herself dressed and make her bed and do a few things on her own. The twins are a balancing act but the trick is to give yourself double the amount of time you think you need and you’ll never be late.”

“Not a bad tip,” he said as you finished wiping off a glass and picked up a pad and pen. “Whatcha working on?”

“Ideas for crafts and that sort of thing. You guys have a lot of supplies already so I was thinking of some ideas to do this week,” you said.

“You know...you can stick them in front of a TV too. They have their shows they like. We aren’t big on tracking screen time,” he said. “As long as they play and do some kind of creative thing everyday they can watch TV for a few hours in a row if they want. Our parents didn’t worry about that shit when we were kids, you know?”

“No, they didn’t do that,” you said. He lifted up the bottom of his muscle tank and wiped off his face, your eyes going straight down to the pad so you wouldn’t risk staring. “Any work scheduled for today?”

“I gotta wash up, head to the brewery for a few to check on things. I have some voice acting work I’m doing right now so I go to a place downtown and record that. That’ll be my afternoon. I can handle making dinner tonight. I should be back around four thirty, maybe a hair after,” he said. 

“Alright,” you said. “Anything you need at the store today?”

“Nah, we got plenty here,” he said. He wiped off his face with his shirt again, using his collar this time. You handed him a dish towel and he smiled, rubbing it over his neck and head. “Sorry. I’m dripping aren’t I.”

“A little. Do you work out a lot?” you asked. 

“No more than the average person. Try to do thirty minutes in the morning most days of the week. It’s sort of been my only alone time lately,” he said.

“Are you a runner?”

“God no. I’m not built for that. I like boxing and HIIT, weights, that sort of stuff. Part of my job is to look a certain way so if I’m gonna be the tough guy…”

“You gotta look like a tough guy?” you asked. He smiled and you looked him up and down. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re a strong guy, that’s pretty obvious. But you’re not a tough guy.”

“Oh I’m not?” he asked but there was a lightness to his voice.

“Tough guys tend to be assholes. You’re too nice for that,” you said. 

“I suppose you have a point,” he said, sliding off the counter. He stepped over to the banana bread and picked up the knife nearby, slicing off a piece for himself and popping it in his mouth. “Hot. Hot.”

“I told you so,” you said with a small laugh.

“Tastes delicious though,” he said with his mouth full. You shook your head as he ate another piece and turned to go upstairs.

“Jensen,” you said, pointing at the sweaty dish towel. 

“Ugh, yes mom,” he said, swiping it away with a smile. 

“Thank you,” you said, tapping on your notepad. You felt his presence beside you, not to mention the smell, and turned your head up, Jensen smiling back. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you due for a break?” he asked.

“You don’t really get how this nanny thing works yet, do you.”

“Yeah well...I’m not a shitty boss so I guess you’ll have to get used to that too. Take a break Y/N. Have some coffee on the balcony. It’s a sunny January day. Enjoy it,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he pointed at the back door before he headed upstairs. You bit your bottom lip and glanced at the clock. You had been going for over three hours non-stop and one of those had been spent trying to convince a four year old he had to wear pants to daycare.

You turned to leave the kitchen when you heard a tsk. You jumped and slipped on the rug in front of the sink, falling backwards straight down to the hardwood floor.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said as he rushed over. “I’m always tripping over that thing.”

“I’m fine,” you said as you sat up with his help. Your ass hurt but you knew you’d be alright. “Maybe we move the rug from the very trippable area?”

He swallowed and stared at you for a long moment before you smiled.

“How about we put it outside your office?” you asked softly. He nodded and you picked up one end of the long strip of fabric. He went to the other end and picked it up, backing up as you walked it over to the other side of the house. You laid it out in front of his closed door, smiling as you straightened it up. “There we go. Safe and sound.”

You headed back to the kitchen, Jensen lingering behind you.

“I was...gonna say you can make...you can use my coffee machine,” he said quietly. 

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Jensen.”

“Hm?”

“Stuff is stuff. This isn’t a museum. It’s a home. It’s gonna change over time.”

“I know. It’s just that rug...it is so damn ugly and I hate it,” he said with a smile. “I wanted to get rid of it the day she brought it home.”

“Wives have a way of getting the last word in,” you said. He chuckled and you got out a mug for yourself. “Tell me to shove it if this is too personal but are you sure you want to get back out into the dating world? It’s rough out there.”

“It is. Until it isn’t,” he said.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you.”

“Guilty as charged.” He rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed for a brief moment.

“Women like hopeless romantics,” you said. “Just don’t get taken advantage of for that. There’s some not so nice women out there too.”

“Afraid I’ll fall for some ditz?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think you’d do that. But someone might hurt you and you’ve been through enough. Maybe just...don’t fall in love at first sight or something like that,” you said. “Alright?”

“Never was much good at that,” he said to himself while you grabbed your coffee mug. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I’d like to. But you’re more of the expert on falling in love than I am,” you said.

“Maybe it’s not first sight but within a few days, a week, yeah I knew I was in love,” he said.

“Well if that happens again let me know and I’ll make sure this chick is good for you,” you said.

“I didn’t know my nanny came with bodyguard services,” he chuckled.

“That was under special skills on my resume,” you said as you headed over to the door to the balcony. “You should wash up. Don’t want to be late.”

“No I better not be,” he said. He turned to head upstairs, pausing on the first step. “You know, no one’s an expert at falling in love. Even those of us who were once married.”

“Oh don’t be a hopeless romantic for me getting my shit together too. We’ll be here for years,” you laughed. 

“Just sayin’...maybe we’ll both find somebody. Not that we need anyone to be happy but...you know what I mean,” he said. 

“Men don’t really talk about love like that you know.”

“I do,” he said. You smiled and he returned it. 

“That’s why all the good men get taken early, the ones that talk like that,” you said.

“I was older than you when I got married. Maybe I’ll get married again someday. We’re out there. I promise.”

“Go shower,” you said, waving him off. You slipped outside, closing the door behind you. You leaned over the railing with your mug and let out a sigh. “You have to a be a fucking hopeless romantic too don’t you. Fucking perfect at everything.”

You lowered your head and took a deep breath. 

“It’s a crush, it’s a crush,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just a crush. He’s your boss and a widow and he bought a birthday cake for me.”

You opened your eyes and glanced into the mug, taking another deep breath.

“He’s just nice. That’s it. Even if he’s…” you trailed off. You took a long sip of the hot liquid, not caring you were burning your tongue. Jensen was simply a nice person and that was that. You had a crush on the attractive single dad you were nannying for. There was nothing wrong with that and you knew for a fact it’d be gone by the end of the week tops.

“Ow,” you groaned a few days later. You opened your eyes and heard a knock at the door to your suite. “Yeah?”

“You okay in there? I thought I heard a crash,” said Jensen. 

“I’m fine,” you said, sitting up with a grunt, leaning back against your bed. “Shit.”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again.

“No,” you said with a sigh. “The door’s open.”

You peaked through your open door down the hall, Jensen opening the one to the suite and offering a friendly smile. You nodded and he walked inside, frowning at your cut up knee. 

“I got blood on the rug,” you said. “Do we have bleach?”

“I thought we agreed earlier this week a rug is just a rug,” he said, squatting down and looking at your knee. He looked up and saw your overturned garbage can in your closet where you’d been trying to reorganize a few clothes. “Next time use the step stool in the garage?”

“Yeah,” you said, your face hot. “I’m fine really. Just want to clean up the blood before it sets in.”

“It’s a few drops,” he said, helping you stand with a wince. “You got any first aid stuff?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen crossing his arms. “No.”

“Come on,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and walking you down the hall. “Scraped up knees are my specialty.”

“Jensen,” you said, stopping at the kitchenette island and bending your leg a few times. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He left and you hopped over to the couch, stretching your leg out. The bleeding had stopped, just a thin cut on your knee cap where you’d hit it, but you knew you were in for a nasty bruise. He returned with a bottle and cotton ball in one hand, a bandage and ice pack in the other. 

“Sorry,” you said, Jensen setting the items down on the coffee table.

“Why would you apologize for getting hurt?” he said.

“I should have my own first aid supplies,” you said. 

“Ah. So you’re as stubborn as I am when you’re not feeling great,” he said. You looked down at your lap and took a deep breath.

“Am I fired?” you asked. 

“No? Why the fuck would I fire you?” he said. 

“I don’t know,” you said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Have you been fired for getting hurt before?” he asked, watching you hold the cotton ball against the open bottle top and tip it over, soaking the liquid in. You pretended to not hear him and put the bottle back, wiping the ball over the cut, a deep red mark already on your skin. “Y/N.”

“Yes, I have,” you said. You set the ball on the table and picked up the bandage, trying to angle it over your knee. He rolled his eyes and took it out of your hand, bending down and turning it around, pressing it gently over your skin. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” he said as he looked up at you.

“Do I look like I have an HR department I can go to? They were dicks anyways,” you said.

“If you’re ever hurt, big or small, just tell me,” he said. He rested the ice pack over your knee and you sat back, throwing it up on the couch for you to lay there. “Promise I won’t fire you for it.”

“Well if I can’t do my job I’m not much use to you,” you said.

“Are all wealthy people assholes that act like that?” he asked. You shook your head and smiled. “Good.”

“I’ve nannied for eight different families, nine counting yours. Some were very good people,” you said.

“But you were just the help to them, even the good ones,” he said.

“I am the help. That’s the whole point of me being there,” you said. 

“Do me a favor? Don’t assume just because you’re someone’s employee that they think of you as just the help,” he said, picking up the first aid supplies.

“Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for…” he said, muttering to himself as you looked down. “If I ever make you feel like that, smack me in the head, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly. He nodded and left with the items, returning a moment later with some cleaning spray, ducking into your room for only a moment before exiting.

“It’s all clean,” he said. He lingered at the door and put a hand on it. “Leave that ice pack on for fifteen minutes and pop it back in the freezer. Put it back on for a bit before bed.”

“Thanks,” you said. 

“It’s no problem,” he said. He still lingered and you took a deep breath.

“You should call someone, talk to them,” you said. He looked over his shoulder and you smiled. “You seem like you want to talk to somebody tonight is all.”

“I think I’m gonna go for a drive, maybe stop at a friend’s. The kids are all in bed,” he said. “If that’s cool.”

“Yeah go take a second for yourself,” you said. “I got everything here.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Jensen.”

One Week Later

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you washed your car in the driveway on a Saturday morning. You dropped the soapy sponge in the bucket and straightened yourself out. “Got plans today?”

“Uh, I was gonna run to the grocery store in a minute but other than that, no. Need me to watch the kids?”

“No. We were going out to lunch and then going to a little car show was all and we were wondering if you’d like to join us. Totally up to you. My treat.”

“You don’t want me to watch the kids?” you asked. He laughed and crossed his arms at you. “I’m confused.”

“Do you want to hang out with us today? For fun?” he asked.

“Oh,” you said. “That’s okay. You enjoy your time with the kids.”

“How do I make this clearer,” he said, walking over to you and looking down. “I want you to come with us, as a friend, to do something fun, like friends do. This is not work. Come if you want to.”

“You sure you want me to come?” you asked. He rolled his eyes and plopped his baseball cap on your head as he walked away.

“Yes. And wear sunscreen,” he said. “We’re leaving at eleven thirty.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you guys then.”

“There’s something about a burger that’s been cooked in a greasy pop up kitchen that just adds to the flavor,” you said as you took a bite of your cheese burger at the car show.

“It’s probably the grease,” he said, walking one hand on his burger, the other holding Arrow’s hand. She wiped her own little hand on his leg and he sighed as he looked down. “Arrow. I got napkins in my pocket.”

“Oh,” she said, wiping her face against him.

“No one mentions this part,” he chuckled. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulders once he was done with his food, humming as he pushed the stroller with a sleeping Zeppelin inside. 

“Dad, I gotta go to the bathroom,” said JJ. 

“I’ll take her and we can catch up with you guys?” you said. He mouthed a thank you to you as you headed over to the women’s room. You used the bathroom as well, finishing before her and waiting outside for her. “All set?”

“Yeah. Can we get fried dough?” she asked.

“Sure,” you said. You let her lead the way in line and got a plate for the two of you, taking a seat at a picnic table so she could dig in. “Taste yummy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Dad likes fried dough a lot too.”

“Everybody does,” you said, taking a piece off the corner.

“Y/N, you don’t have a mom either right?” she said. “That’s what dad said.”

“Well that’s a funny question. I got a mom and so do you. They just aren’t around anymore is all,” you said. “What’s up?”

“I’m happy you stay with us I guess is all. I know you’re not mom and you work for dad but you kinda are and I like it when dad’s happy again,” she said.

“Me too. You doing okay, kiddo?” you asked. “It’s okay if you still miss your mom.”

“I do but I’m not sad anymore. Dad says when I get real old I can see her again so that’s cool,” she said, taking a big bite.

“It definitely is cool,” you said. “Maybe our mom’s are hanging out right now.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I bet they get up to some fun stuff up there,” you said. 

“Me too,” she said. “Dad’s really happy you came with us. He’s been cranky lately.”

“Your dad’s gonna be just fine,” you said as she finished off her food. “So do you like having a nanny? I know that’s kinda new and funny, huh.”

“Yeah but I really like you being home. Dad gets flustered sometimes.”

“Flustered?” you asked with a little laugh.

“He works on a lot of stuff and he didn’t pick me up on time from school and stuff a few weeks ago. Too many chickens in a basket,” she said.

“Too many eggs in one basket,” you said.

“Isn’t an egg gonna be a chicken though?”

“I...never thought of it that way,” you said. You nearly jumped when you felt some hands on your shoulders but JJ was smiling as Arrow climbed up next to you.

“Ah. I see you ladies found the fried dough. Twins you want some?” asked Jensen.

“Yes please,” they said and he chuckled as he went off to buy some more.

“Look at her,” said Jensen twenty minutes later, pausing at a deep blue Impala, the twins both conked out in their stroller. 

“Isn’t that the same car you have?” you asked, lifting up the brim of your baseball cap to get a better look.

“Mine’s a 67. That’s a 63. I love that color though,” he said. “Blue’s my favorite but it looks good on that car.”

“I think it looks good in black,” you said, walking again when you saw JJ a few cars ahead of the two of you. “Where’d you get your car?”

“Work,” he said with a quick smile, hiding behind his sunglasses and hat. 

“Aren’t you an actor?” you asked.

“You have very obviously never seen an episode of my show,” he chuckled. “Which is totally cool by the way. I drove that car in the show for well over a decade. She’s one of my true loves.”

“Ah, gotcha,” you said. “So you’re a car guy.”

“Kinda. I don’t know everything but I enjoy them. What about you, you like-JJ! Stay closer,” he called out when she kept walking ahead. “So do you like cars?”

“I guess so. This is kinda neat, walking around and looking at the old ones. They had more style back then,” you said, walking past a pair of guys your age, one of them looking you up and down as you went by. “Did that guy-”

“Yup,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder, throwing his arm over yours for a few moments. “Looks like he got the message.”

“Jensen,” you laughed. “I wasn’t offended. It’s not like he was gonna come up and ask for my number.”

“I don’t like the look of him,” he said.

“Neither did I,” you chuckled, Jensen dropping his arm from around you. “You’re that guy friend girls have that will do shit like pretend to be a boyfriend and all that stuff, aren’t you.”

“At your service,” he said with a mini curtesy. You giggled and he straightened up, JJ rushing over.

“Dad can I get an ice cream?” she asked.

“How about some apple slices,” he said, reaching under the stroller and grabbing a cooler. He pulled out a little baggie and handed it to her, JJ shrugging and walking ahead of the stroller again. “Shit, that probably means I can’t get ice cream now too.”

“We can always get some on the way home for later,” you said. “I won’t tell on you.”

“I’m putting this on your performance review,” he said. You shot him a side glance and he smirked. “I’m joking. I don’t want to do that as much as you don’t.”

“Thank you for that,” you said, stopping and looking at a red challenger for a moment.

“You like that one?” he asked.

“It’s nice,” you said before you started walking again. You fixed your hat and caught back up with him, Jensen slowing down as JJ took her time ahead of you. “So I should probably know this but what show were you in where you were driving around a muscle car?”

“You really haven’t looked me up online yet?” he chuckled. You shrugged and he laughed to himself.

“I may have peeked at your IMDB page but that was it. Was it that show you were on a long time? Super something?”

“Supernatural,” he said, a big smile on his face. “Yeah, I drove it for that.”

“Oh yeah, that was the really scary show, wasn’t it,” you said. 

“You’re too sweet,” he said, chuckling to himself. “It’s not that scary. I promise. Give it a try sometime. You might like it.”

“I’m sure someday I will. If I’m brave enough.”

“I think you are,” he said, JJ running up ahead again before he called for her to hang back. He sighed and threw his head back. “It never ends, does it?”

“I’m sure someday when she’s older you won’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m gonna worry about that kid when she’s forty years old,” he said.

“That’s cause you’re a good dad,” you said. 

“You haven’t known me that long,” he said.

“Do you love her? Worry about her?” you asked and he nodded. “Well any dad that does that and tells his kid that someday they’ll get to see their mom again to help her grieve when he well and truly doesn’t know the answer to that...you get the picture Ackles?”

“I could be better,” he said.

“Everyone could be better. They don’t need the best dad ever. They just need the best dad for them and you seem like you’re doing a good job of that from what I’ve seen so far,” you said. “You’re gonna screw up but so does everyone. Try to just enjoy it and not be too hard on yourself.”

“You’ve spent a lot of time with kids haven’t you,” he said.

“I’ve been in the mom role more than once as a nanny,” you said. You kicked at the dirt and shrugged. “It’s how I know the difference Jensen. You don’t need me or want me to be their mother. You just need help sometimes. That’s an important difference. Asking for help, especially when you don’t want it but need it, that’s a good dad move.”

He was quiet as he walked, stopping at a yellow mustang. He stared for a moment and swallowed. 

“Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot. Really.”

“Come on dad,” you said, walking away and up towards where JJ was. “Let’s go see if we can find one this one’s gonna be asking for on her sixteenth birthday.”

“Those three are finally down and out for the count,” said Jensen as he walked downstairs to catch you in the kitchen wiping up the pan from dinner. “Thanks for eating with us tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, putting the pan away. He looked out the back window and bit his bottom lip. “Everything alright?”

“You’re not like, hanging out with us cause you think you have to right?” he asked.

“Trust me. If I didn’t want to, I’d be down in my room,” you said. “Besides, I’ve thought about it and you know what, why don’t you set me up with that friend of yours.”

“Really?” he asked, a little alarmed.

“Why not? The age thing doesn’t bother me at all. Unless you think it’d be a problem for him?”

“No, he doesn’t really care about that sort of thing. I think he’d prefer it’s just someone he clicked with, had a connection, you know?” he said.

“Perfect. Why don’t you set us up for next Saturday night then?” you asked.

“I need you to watch the kids next Saturday night. I have-”

“The gala. Sorry, I forgot. Um, just, I’m free whenever. You know my schedule so you can set something up and just let me know?” you said. He smiled and nodded. As you were starting to leave he grunted. “Yeah?”

“I have some friends coming over for a drink in a bit. Small backyard fire. Whiskey and smores. You’re welcome to join.”

“Jensen. You’re not asking because you feel like you have to right?”

“No, not at all. I like hanging out with you. I’m sure whatever you’re binging on TV will be there if we bore you too much,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll be out in half an hour or so. Just wanted to freshen up from the show earlier,” you said. You ducked back to your room, taking a quick shower and changing into some leggings and a flannel. By the time you were out you could hear a slight mumbling and walked downstairs, catching Jensen with some guys on the patio pouring some drinks.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you stepped out of the slider door. “Guys this is Y/N.”

“Ah we get to meet the world’s best nanny,” said the tallest one. “I’m Jared.”

“Rich.”

“Rob.”

“Hi!” said a redhead that slipped out of the door behind you. “I’m Ruth.”

“Y/N. Your hair is kinda amazing by the way,” you said.

“This is what happens when you invite the girls,” said Rich.

“Normally we just talk about Jared’s hair,” chuckled Jensen. You grabbed a chair and helped gather up some snacks to bring over to his firepit, Ruth hanging back to help you.

“Jensen said you live here with him and the munchkins?”

“Yeah. He works so much it makes things easier on him. Are you an actress?” you asked.

“We all are. Only Jared lives close by. The rest of us haven’t been down here since…” she said and you nodded. “I really am happy you’re here. It’s nice to see a smile on our boys face again.”

“He’s a great boss. He’s very kind. We’re becoming friends,” you said. “He’s trying to set me up with his friend actually.”

“Oh which one?���

“Dunno. He just said he’s 42, an actor and is single. Age stuff doesn’t bother me.”

“Rob is a bit older than myself. It really doesn’t matter in the slightest, especially when you’re a little older,” she said. “Jensen says you’re great with the kids.”

“They’re pretty easy going. Normally the parents are the hard part of my job but he’s been great. He really loves his kids,” you said.

“Yes he certainly does,” she said.

By the end of the night you found yourself really enjoying Jensen’s friends. It was clear they cared for him at more than a surface level, especially Jared. You’d heard Jensen speak to him on the phone a few times and call him his brother but it really was apparent they had a special bond that went beyond a typical friendship.

“I’ll catch you guys for brunch before you head home,” said Jensen, waving night to them all as you helped pick up. You were just about finished and heading back for your room when Jensen caught you in the kitchen. “You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah. Your friends are great,” you said, a small pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. You both turned and saw Zeppelin there with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, honey?” asked Jensen as he walked over and squatted down.

“I had a bad dream and I want mommy but she’s gone,” he whined. Jensen instantly scooped him up and held onto him tight, kissing his head. “I want mommy.”

“I want mommy too, baby,” said Jensen quietly. You mouthed go and he nodded, taking Zeppelin upstairs while you finished cleaning up. 

You got up early the next morning and made a big batch of chocolate chip pancakes, plenty leftover for breakfast the next morning. Jensen padded over from the hall where you knew the home gym was, sweaty and tired but a smile came onto his face when he saw you.

“What’s all this,” he asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Chocolate chip pancakes make everything better,” you said. He put a few on a plate for himself and sat down at the counter as you made up some more, stealing a few for yourself.

“These are delicious,” he said. You stored away some for when the kids got up, making up your own plate before you dug in. “Sorry about last night. I feel like I ruined the fun.”

“Not at all. He’s a toddler. I literally can’t imagine being in your position. I’d have fallen apart instantly,” you said.

“No you wouldn’t. You care about those kids,” he said. “You push on for them.”

“I know it’s not really my place to say so but-”

“Y/N. I’d prefer if you just talk to me like a friend, really,” he said.

“You made it sound like you were ready to try dating again. Last night you seemed kind of...maybe not so ready.”

“I’m ready. I will always miss her. I’ll always love her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t love anyone else ever again like that too, you know? I don’t believe there is a limit on how much love a person can give,” he said.

“Your wife was a very lucky woman,” you said.

“I was lucky. She was patient with me,” he chuckled. “You guys would have gotten along really well.”

“Can I offer a bit of advice?” you asked.

“What’s that?”

“Keep telling your kids about her, all throughout their lives. They’ll still get to know her that way, you know?” you said. “Tell your future girlfriend too. That’s how you’ll know if they’re a good one for you.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You’re a kind soul. I would expect your partner would be as well,” you said.

“I hope so. Mine kinda has a permanent handle with care warning label on it,” he chuckled.

“I don’t think so. Just need somebody that understands, not try to fix you. There’s nothing wrong with you in the first place,” you said, taking a bite of your pancake.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he said.

“You’re not that much older, bucko,” you chuckled.

“Nah, I’m keeping kiddo,” he laughed. “You good to watch the kids for a few hours around eleven?”

“Sounds good. Go have a mimosa with your friends for me,” you said.

“Will do, Y/N. Will do.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[jawritter]

Broken Me...

Ch. 8

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, grinding, dry humping, language, description of nightmare.. I think that’s it..

Word Count: 1908

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Time jump to Sunday night. The last night in the hotel for the con.

Sitting alone in the hotel room that you had Jensen had been sharing for the rest of this con, waiting for Jensen to finish up with some last minute photo ops, the last thing he had to do for this con, and man you were glad it was almost over…

They had to break earlier today from when the actual photo op was scheduled due to the AC not working in the room they had set up in to take the photos.. It wasn't really that big of a deal. It was only like 60 people that were left to get their photos. 

It was the panels today that were brutal. 

Y/F/N and Yourself sat and watched helplessly as fans nailed Jensen with questions after questions about his and your relationship. Apparently someone had taken a picture of the two of you after the panels ended last night…

One picture, that was all it took… Now word was already spreading that you were the other woman… 

Jensen took it in stride though, seemingly unbothered boy opinions and curiosity concerning you, and denying that the two of you were together before Danneel and himself separated. He didn’t bother to deny that you were somewhat together though, and you didn’t know who you felt about that really...

Y/f/n left after the panel was over with Alex. Since the  con was technically over, and you both live in Dallas, she just decided to go on back and get settled into her new place with Alex. You hugged her, and told her you would call when Jensen and yourself arrived back at your appointment Monday, and that you would set up a lunch date soon..

By the time Jensen stumbled through the hotel door he was slightly intoxicated, and extremely exhausted. 

They were taking their "apple juice" shots during the last panel. Losing a game with Misha had nearly finished him off, much to Misha delight, and everyone else’s amusement.. 

Once he was showeres he stumbled to the bed falling asleep almost immediately. You took the chance to finish packing the rest of your things, and then grab a shower before bed. 

You stood in the shower letting the hot water beat away the stress of the day as well as the stress of things that were surely to come. 

There was still a lot of unknown in whatever this 'relationship' was between Jensen and yourself. There was just a lot to work out in general on your part. As far as Jensen. He had to basically put his whole life back together. Which wouldn’t be easy by any means.. So you definitely had a lot to think about..

Stepping out of the shower you were towel drying your hair when you could hear strange sounds come from the bedroom. 

Throwing the door open you find Jensen tossing and turning. Sweat forming on his forehead as he fought against something you couldn't see in his sleep. The nightmare he was having must have been a rough one. He was starting to yell by the time you got to his side. Shaking him awake.

"JENSEN!! WAKE UP!!" You yell at him, and he sits straight up in the bed. Panting like he'd ran a race. 

"Hey handsome you okay?" You asked him. his eyes wide as he scanned the room.

"Yeah......just a nightmare." He said in almost a whisper. Shaking as he layed back down, closing his eyes up  tight as if he could make the images that were lingering from his dream disappear.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked, sliding under the covers with him. Jensen automatically reaches for you to lay in his shoulder.

"Not really." He said quietly. His voice was full of tension.  You traced little circles across his chest with your finger connecting the freckles in random patterns as his breathing evened out to normal, and his body relaxed against yours.. 

You were just gonna let the subject drop. It was well after midnight and the two of you needed sleep. You had to leave in the morning, and Jensen wanted to leave early before people got up and moved around the hotel. You didn't want to push him to talk about anything he wasn’t comfortable with..

You slept very little that night. Jensen tossed and turned most of the night. You wished he trusted you enough to open up to you, but then again, you'd only known each other for three days. So you weren’t about to ask him again when he already said he didn’t want to talk about it..

You laid there. Staring at the ceiling the majority of the night. Wonder how this is gonna work. Praying he wouldn't one day just leave and never come back.

This was the risk you agreed to take. You knew he had A LOT to work through. You knew this wouldn't be easy. You also knew you couldn't make yourself stay away from him. There was something in you so drawn to him. All you knew is that you need to be with him. If he decides to leave it's gonna hurt like hell.

You felt Jensen shift his weight next to you again. You rolled over to check him for what seems like the thousandth time in an hour, to see him staring at you.

"Hey babe." Voice thick with sleep, and his brighter than they were when he’d woken up from his nightmare. 

"Hey." You tell him, reaching up running your hands through his hair. "You didn't sleep much." 

Pulling you closer Jensen nuzzled his faces in closer to you...

"No. Stress got to me last night. I let Danneel get in my head. She texted me and said that my kids would be calling another man Daddy soon. It got to me worse than I thought. All night I dreamed I could hear my kids screaming. The house was filled with smoke, I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find them......" 

You were relieved that he trusted you enough to talk to you about what was bothering him, but helpless to know what to do about it..

Almost reading your mind Jensen pulls your face close to his. Resting your forehead against his for a moment before bringing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeper than he ever had. Tangling his fingers into your hair. Pressing his lips closer to yours, running his tongue lightly along your bottom lip. Begging for entrance, and honestly, how could you tell him no. 

His strong arms wrap tighter around you as he runs his callous hand down to your hips. Pressing your hips closer to him. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh. Causing you to gasp. You could tell even through his running shorts and boxers the man was huge. 

Jensen moved slowly from your lips to just under your jaw line. Kissing and nipping is way up to the sensitive skin behind your ear. Causing your breath to hitch in your throat as he ground his bulge against your aching core. 

You couldn’t help but moan into his kiss as he worked himself against you, over and over, pressing too much pressure, then suddenly not enough...

Sliding his hand from your lower back to the back of your thigh your body was heating up in response to his touch quickly as he continued to grind himself against your center until he was panting against your lips. Building you up higher and higher before quickly pulling away to slide your pj shorts, and black panties down in one pull, and you kick them off the rest of the way. Jensen quickly sheds his own shorts and boxers as well. 

Reaching around you pulls your leg over his waist. Pressing his throbbing length against you. Teasing you, but not yet gaining entrance.

“Fuck I wasn’t planning on doing this so soon, but I need you.” He said, breathing hard against your neck, holding himself back, waiting for you to tell him it was okay…

Your hands tighten on his shoulders as he runs his swollen tip through your dripping folds again, putting just enough friction to drive you crazy, but not fully satisfy you. 

“Please Jensen.” You whined, your back arching your further into his chest. That was all the permission he needed...

In one swift movement he pulls your shirt over your head. Breaking from your lips only long enough to remove your shirt. Throwing it across the room hitting the wall. His already shirtless torso heaving with deep heavy breaths. His eyes darkened with lust. His kisses become rougher and impatient with need. Moaning against your lips as his gentle slid just the tip of his rock hard length into your soaking core. Causing a deep gasp to escape from your lips.

"Fuck baby girl your tight. I'm gonna have to go really slow." He said in a voice you could barely recognize. Bringing his lips back to yours before you could even respond to him. 

He expertly unclasped your bra, throwing it against the same wall your shirt had hit. Working his way down your collar bone. One hand still firmly placed on your lower back while the other hand explored your breast. 

Everywhere he touched was like pouring gasoline into a fire, burning higher and hotter against your skin until you were both a moaning mess..

Slowly yet firmly he began to slide the tip of his throbbing length in and out of you. Pushing more of himself into you with each thrust of his hips until he was seated completely inside of you.

He paused for a moment. Not moving. Giving you time to adjust to his sheer size. He was definitely bigger than any man you'd ever been with. 

"You okay." He asked, in a husky carnel voice. 

You nodded at him and experimentally rolled your hips against his, pulling an almost inhuman growl from his chest.. 

Pressing his full weight on top of you he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. Keeping your bodies pressed as close together as possible. His every thrust hitting your most sensitive places deep inside of you. His body rubbed against yours as his hands explored you, and worshiped your body. 

You had never had a more sensual, intimate, experience. Keeping your bodies connected and wrapped around each other. Literally making your bodies feel like they had become one. 

Jensen's thrust became harder. Breathing out a small moan every time he pounds into you. You run your nails lightly from the top of his hairline to his lower back. Pulling a louder moan from his throat. His pace increased as his thrust became more sloppy and out of rhythm. You could feel your own end building in your belly. Spread through you as your walls quivered around him.

"Babe I can't last much longer." 

You didn’t even have time to respond as your walls clamped down around him. Pulling you over the edge you feel him spill deep inside you both of you riding out your high with a loud strangled moan.

Jensen rolled you both over to your sides. Still seated deep inside you. Unwilling to break your connection. Both of you dosing back off for at least another hour of the most peaceful sleep either of you had all night.

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[impala-dreamer]

What If You Don’t Love Me?

SPN FanFic

~Jensen is having some end-of-the-show anxiety and it's manifesting in a very demonic way.~

Demon!Dean x Reader, Jensen x Reader

1,223 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Hardcore Smut followed by Smluff.  Knife!Kink, Blood Drinking, Very rough smut. Then Feels.

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The lights were still red; blinking through the darkness in steady intervals that cast shadows across his face.

The Bunker was silent but for her muffled screams as Dean tore her open, his thick cock stuffed so deep inside her cunt, Y/N could do little more than breathe and shudder. She’d given up fighting long ago; fear draining from her face as arousal boiled.

Green eyes filled with black. “I knew you’d still be a good fuck.”

Her eyes flew open wide as he jerked his hips; unfocused but aware of every demonic twitch of his familiar face, every subtle change in the man she loved.

“This ain’t so bad, is it, Sweetheart?” he mocked her, dropping his hand from her mouth to close around her throat. “No...I can feel how much you like it.” His fingers squeezed. “Your heart is racing.”

“Dean…” She choked as the pressure increased, precious oxygen draining from her head. “P-please!”

He let her go, grabbing the collar of her shirt instead and ripping it open. She gasped at the cold air as her tits were exposed and bit back a pleasured moan as his hot lips warmed her back up.

“Don’t deny it,” he growled, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “You missed me.”

“I missed Dean,” she grit; thighs quivering around his thick waist. “You’re not Dean.”

He froze for a second as his eyes lifted to hers. “Oh, it’s me, Sweetheart. It’s a whole new me.” Before she could respond, Dean pulled a knife from beneath her pillow- the very one he’d given her the night she moved in. The steel was cold against her throat, sharp edge pushing against her jaw. “And you, love it.”

Y/N swooned despite herself, but denied him. “No.”

The knife slid downwards, deadly point denting her flesh. “Don’t lie to me!” His teeth gnashed, jaw tensed beneath shadowed cheeks. The blade drew blood. A tiny line of crimson sprang up like thick oil and Dean dropped his eyes to the wound, fascinated. “Oops.”

The knife hit the ground and Dean pressed his lips to the cut, slowly lapping at the tiny spill of blood. Y/N grew weak, body flooded with pleasure as he began to rock his hips again. He sucked at her wound as he fucked her harder, and Y/N gave in to the draining bliss that filled her system.

“Dean.” She moaned his name as he pulled back; plump lips dripping with her blood.

“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“So good,” she whimpered, reaching to dig her nails into his burgundy flannel. “So good, Dean. Please.”

He thrust harder. “You can do better than that.” He sat up on his knees and gripped her hips hard; blunt nails piercing her tender flesh.

Y/N screamed. “Please!”

“Tell me!”

Her pleasure plateaued, caught right on the edge. “Fuck! Dean! I…”

His finger brushed her clit. “Say it.”

She held her breath as he rubbed hard. “N-no one makes me cum like you, Dean! No one!”

A devilish smirk lit his face and green eyes were smug. “That’s right,” he praised. “Now, get on your knees so I can destroy that pretty ass too.”

Jensen sucked in a deep breath as his shoulders shot up from the bed. The thin top sheet clung to his bare chest, damp from sweat and twisted between his legs.

Beside him, Y/N stirred. “Baby?”

Jensen struggled to catch his breath, but hid it well. “I’m fine,” he whispered, patting her hip. “Go back to sleep.”

His breathing was too heavy and Y/N could hear the panic in his voice. She ignored his suggestion and rolled over, popping up on an elbow and squinting in the dark.

“Jen, what happened?” Her warm hand curled around the crook of his arm. “Bad dream?”

“It’s nothing.” He tried to brush it off, but the dream was right there, staring back at him with black eyes and his own evil smirk. “It’s fine.”

He lay back down but couldn’t settle, eyes locked on the ceiling, muscles tense and tight.

Y/N scooted closer and placed her palm over his heart. “Baby, you’re sweating. Relax.” She kissed his cheek. “You’re OK.”

He exhaled slowly and wiped a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

Y/N sighed and lay her head on his shoulder. “OK.” Her arm draped over him, keeping him safe, and he relaxed just a bit.

Jensen closed his eyes and the red flashed again. “You were fucking Demon Dean,” he said softly.

“Oh, really?” Y/N laughed. “Was it any good?”

“It was rough and bloody.” His voice was even and low. “And you loved it. You were screaming for him.”

Y/N frowned and hugged him tighter. “Screaming for you,” she corrected.

“No.” Jensen turned his face away, tightness in his expression hidden in the darkness.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

He was silent for a while, unable to put it all into words that made sense.

“Jensen…”

Finally, he broke, voice cracking. “It’s just… The whole time we’ve been together I’ve been Dean Winchester.”

Y/N smiled and kissed his chest. “Yes, and?”

“And now he’s going away. He’s done. We’re done.”

“Baby, I know it’s going to be so hard for your to say goodbye to him but-”

“That’s not it,” he said in a thick whisper, cutting her off. “You’ve only known me as Dean. What if… What if you really love him and not me?”

Y/N startled, sitting back a bit. “What? Jensen-”

He sat up, turning towards her. “What if you don’t love me? Me, me. What if you just love Dean Winchester and I’m some schmuck who used to look like him.”

Her heart broke, shoulders falling just as far as his. “Jensen…” She took his hand and held it tight, dragging it up to her lips. “I love Dean,” she said softly. “I do. He’s my poor, broken baby.” She smiled and kissed his hand. “But I am and always will be madly in love with Jensen. With you. Not some character you play. Not some band you’re in. Not the clothes they dress you in, or the car you drive. I don’t give a shit if you dye your hair orange and grow a Santa beard and never look like Dean Winchester again. I love Jensen Ackles, the man. My man. Fuck everything else.”

He sighed deeply and bowed his head, thinking it all over, pushing away the demon eyes and the red lights.

“You mean it?”

He looked back up and she smiled.

“Of course I do.”

She leaned close and he kissed her; a gentle press of lips that sealed her promise.

“You better?” she asked, pulling away to look into his tired eyes.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah. Better.”

“Good.” She kissed him again and then laid down, pulling his hand so he’d join her. “Just…”

He snuggled close as she rolled over. “Hmm?”

“Don’t… actually dye your hair orange, mkay?”

Jensen laughed and kissed her shoulder. “Fine. But I can grow the beard, yes?”

Y/N sighed and shook her head. “Only if you let me braid it and put bows and shit in it.”

“Yeah...let’s skip the beard…”

“Good plan.”

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[sweetsickcherry]

Do you think you could write more sugar daddy Tony and sugar baby Peter? Pretty please

Darling anon, I hope you like this.

Peter is the ultimate Sugar Baby, but very reluctantly at the start.

cw: daddy kink; sugar baby kink; power imbalance kink; manipulative tony; wealth kink; d/s; naive but fiery peter.

Peter is ecstatic when Tony finally gets home from a long day of meetings. He’s only been gone for 12 hours, but Peter missed him so much he ached. Peter meets him at the doorway to kiss him before Tony’s even kicked his shoes off. Has his arms looped around Tony’s neck, whispering, “Missed you,” against his cheek as Tony laughs and carries him into the kitchen.

It’s moments like this that are the best. The little homely moments. When Tony’s heating leftover pasta up and shovelling it into his mouth straight from the pan because he always forgets to eat during the day, while Peter sits cross-legged at the table frowning at the equations in his copy book. Knowing soon they’ll kiss on the couch and go to bed early to cuddle.

The domestic bliss is shattered later when Tony says, “We’ve been invited to the opera next week. Jansen’s coming over on Friday afternoon for a fitting.”

Peter freezes, mid-way through digging a spoon into a new tub of Ben & Jerry’s.

“Since when have we been invited to the opera?”

“Since about three hours ago.”

“Tony, do I have to? The fitting I mean?”

Tony doesn’t look at him, just continues scrolling through emails on his phone.

“Yeah baby, you do.”

“But…”

Peter kicks his legs out petulantly where he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, the open pint of Ben & Jerry’s momentarily forgotten.

“But what? You want to go in your NASA t-shirt and jeans, is that it?” Tony says a little sharply, as he types out an email one-handed.

Peter frowns, bottom lip sticking out.

Tony could be cruel sometimes, especially when he was tired. Usually Peter would curl around him and say something like, “Why so prickly, Daddy?”, peppering kisses along his jaw until Tony would melt in his arms.

But the thought of seeing all those people, the ones who cut through Peter and his clothes, like he’s just Mr Stark’s new boy toy, makes his blood boil.

“I have plenty of clothes! I don’t need any more. What about that polka dot thing you got me two weeks ago? That looks like a swimsuit from the 1920s.”

“That’s summer wear, baby, you know that. We need something season appropriate.”

“Tony, it’s the first week of September. It’s not even cold yet.”

Tony finally looks up from his phone, snapping the case against it. Peter flinches slightly at his dark look.

“We talked about this, Peter. You wanted us to go public with our relationship. And that means coming with me to these events and looking the part.”

“You wanted to go public, too!”

Tony’s gaze softens. He sits back in his chair, surveying Peter’s pinched brow. How small Peter looks in his tiny shorts and oversized Stark Industries tee.

“Yeah, baby, I did. I do. But there are expectations I need to meet. Pepper might be CEO, but I’m still the face of the company and I need to do these things. And I want you to be at my side.”

“But only if you dress me up like I’m a Barbie,” Peter snaps.

“What is this? Lay into Tony hour? If you can’t be mature enough to have this conversation, then maybe you should take a time out and we’ll come back to it later when you’ve stopped being such a brat.”

Peter seethes. It’s moments like this that he feels like a stupid 15-year-old all over again. Not Tony’s partner. When everything they’ve made together suddenly means nothing, and he’s just a boy being berated by his idol.

“If you want maturity, maybe you shouldn’t date a college student,” he says quietly, grabbing the ice cream and jumping down to head to their room.

He thinks Tony might stop him, that he’s about to feel a hand close over his thin wrist, or a sharp “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” but Tony lets him go. And Peter knows it’s dumb but he feels himself start to cry.

Tony gives him 45 minutes to sulk before coming to find him. Peter stares at his book resolutely as Tony leans in the doorway to their room, watching him.

“You like the ice cream then?” He nods towards the half-eaten tub on the bed next to Peter.

Peter nods stiffly. Tony knows Peter has a sweet tooth and keeps the apartment stocked with ice cream, cookies, frozen waffles and pancake mix all for him.

“What flavour this time?”

“Red velvet with cream cheese swirls.”

“Iron Man colours. I approve.”

Peter can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tony always had a real talent to make everything about him.

“I wonder what Spider-Man’s flavour would be,” Tony murmurs as he comes closer, sliding his tie off his neck. “I’m thinking strawberry cheesecake to complement his suit.” He plants one knee on the bed. “Or maybe it could be a Peter Parker flavour. The fluffiest angel food cake you’ve ever had.”

Before Peter can respond, Tony has jumped onto the bed and pulled Peter into his lap. Peter squeaks, tries to elbow him in the ribs and knock him off, but Tony cages him in with his arms. He huffs a quiet laugh into Peter’s neck when he refuses to look at him, then scratches his stubble along his throat. Peter bites back a moan, but can’t stop the tilt of his head.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, angel,” Tony nuzzles against his throat. “I’m sorry for being mean.”

“It’s nothing, forget about it.”

“I said tell me, baby. Tell your mean old Daddy everything.”

“Just didn’t know I embarrassed you so much,” Peter mutters, picking at a loose thread on the pillowcase.

“Darling, you don’t.”

“If you wanted someone beautiful you should have stayed with Ms Potts. Or dated that actress everyone was obsessed with.”

“Peter, you have it all wrong,” Tony says softly, nosing the edge of Peter’s jaw, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “The clothes don’t make you beautiful, sweetheart. But they’re expected in the circles I’m in. You know how much I love you just like this.” He presses a hand against the worm cotton covering Peter’s stomach. “My soft, sweet honey boy.”

Peter flushes at the pet names; always does.

Tony’s thumbs his chin around to make Peter look at him, their noses touching.

“Is this pink little pout for me?”

He kisses it then, and Peter sinks against him, sighing softly when Tony’s arms tighten around him, the wet tip of his tongue teasing Peter’s mouth.

They part when Peter lets out a moan.

“It’s not all bad, is it?” Tony whispers, a small smirk on his face. “There are things you like being dressed in.” His eyes trail over to the box at the foot of their bed. The one where they keep Peter’s jewelled collar, plus his harness and toys.

Peter flushes darker, feels the heat in his cheeks bloom red.

“I do like that stuff. When it’s just us. But those people, Tony, they all look at me and it’s so hurtful.”

“Fuck them. You’re radiant.”

“I don’t know…”

Tony cuddles him closer, squeezing his arms around Peter.

“Come on, do this for me. Make Daddy happy. You want that don’t you, sweet thing? Don’t I give you everything you’ve ever wanted? All you need to do is give me this one little thing in return.”

That’s how Peter ends up in the fitting that Friday, being pulled and prodded as Jansen drapes swatches of fabric over him. Talking animatedly about his fashion house’s new Fall collection as Peter tries to keep up, moving his arms and legs dutifully when Jansen tells him.

Tony watches from his place on the couch, legs spread, a glass of scotch resting on his thigh. Lazily trailing his eyes over Peter’s half-naked form.

“I want something sleek, Jansen. Dark. But still romantic. I want him to look like a fucking woodland fawn.”

Jansen ignores Tony’s language, and nods enthusiastically.

“Of course, Mr Stark. It won’t be hard, with your boy’s stature and dreamy good looks.”

Peter blushes. Your boy. Something about the way Jansen talks about Peter like he’s not there, with the way Tony’s watching them, makes him feel light-headed. He meets Tony’s dark look, how he never breaks his eyes from Peter even as he lifts the scotch to his mouth, and he feels hot all over.

“He’s a beauty, isn’t he? He asks Jansen, still not taking his eyes from Peter.

“Oh yes. Your taste in all things is impeccable as always, Mister Stark.”

Peter wants to bite back that he’s not a thing, and Mr Stark doesn’t own him. Instead he blushes even harder, trying to ignore the way his dick is getting hard, how Tony’s words and heavy gaze make his entire body prickle.

“Just be careful, Jansen. Peter’s skin is very sensitive,” Tony smiles, knowing exactly how affected Peter is by all of this.

Peter throws him a mean look and Tony chuckles against the rim of his glass.

Afterwards, Peter sees the note that Jansen left and his eyes almost pop out. It’s an order not just for one outfit, but for coats, pants, shirts, jumpers, scarves and gloves. Entire matching sets and one pieces, just for Peter. He thinks it might be more clothes than Peter has ever owned.

“Tony, you’ve pre-ordered their entire Fall catalogue,” he breathes.

“Hmm?” Tony hums, half listening. “Oh, that? If you’re going to have one piece you might as well have them all.”

“Tony, it’s too much.”

“No,” Tony says slowly, like he’s breaking down a particularly hard equation. “It isn’t.” He pulls Peter against him, the ferocity almost making him stumble.

“When will you learn that I’ll do anything for you,” he says, and the raw honesty in Tony’s voice makes his skin thrum. “Anything for my pretty boy, pretty baby, my little prince.”

Peter melts at that, eyelashes fluttering. Feels himself go again; head floaty, dick stupidly hard. He’s still mostly naked, and he wonders what he looks like pressed up against a fully-dressed Tony. The feeling only intensifies when Tony grabs his chin and kisses him roughly, his beard and mouth rubbing him raw where he stabs his tongue inside him. Peter slumps against him, almost falling, but Tony grabs him tightly. Your boy echoes in his head.

Tony breaks away, making Peter gasp. He tries to follow his mouth but Tony stops him with a quick, firm tsk.

“Now, tell me what you are.”

“Your… sugar baby,” he whispers, face hot, legs trembling.

Tony smiles, shark-like.

“That’s right.”

[fatestemptress]

Overwhelming Alternatives - Part 1 of 3

Summary: Jensen Ackles loves women.  The way they smell.  The way they taste.  The way their hips sway when they walk away from him, looking back with that knowing look in their eyes.  Hell, he can’t even look at one of his best friends, Y/N, without picturing her naked.

So can someone please explain to him why he’s fantasizing about his co-worker Jared Padalecki?

Created for @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Sexuality Crisis

Warnings: Smut. Lots and lots of smut.  Masturbation. Porn watching. MMF. 18+ only!

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki; Eventually Jensen x Y/N X Jared

Word Count On this Chapter: 5,300 or so

A/N: Hiiiiii!  Its been sooo long and I have missed so many wonderful fics out there.  I am dying to catch up!  I’ve had this fic sitting in my drafts and it’s finally ready to post.  This will eventually be a threesome, so if that’s not your thing please be forewarned. The other two chapters of this will fill some of my other kink bingo squares.

Please note, this is unbeta’d.  Any and all grammatical errors are mine.  (And I’m sure there are PLENTY. :))

"Fuck Jen!  Hold still would ya'?!"

"I'm trying but your big sausage fingers keep pinching me!"

Jensen Ackles could practically hear the smirk coming from behind him as his co-star and best friend Jared Padalecki rubbed at the fake blood caught under the collar of his shirt behind his neck.  

And he desperately hoped one of his favorite people in the world couldn't feel the shudder of his body as his fingers dipped into the sensitive top part of his spine. The tingles quickly spread out into the wide set of his shoulders and down into his fingertips making them itch with the need to reach behind him and grab Jared by the hip and bring his full body against his back.

FUCK.

He needed to stop this nonsense.  He wasn't gay.  He didn't like guys.  In fact, he LOVED women.  The way they smelled.  They way they tasted.  They way they whined into his ear when he was balls deep with their ankles around his neck.

Annnnnnnd he needed to stop that freight train of thought as his already half hard dick started filling out into a full blown, humiliating, hard on, in front of the remaining crew on set.

"Allright, allright Jay.  The rest'll come out when I get in the shower back in my trailer.  I just didn't want it dripping down my back."

And damned if that didn't just bring unwanted (cause they were UNWANTED...right?) images of something alot more pleasant and alot more white dripping down his back........

Jared let out a high pitched laugh as he playfully massaged his fingers into Jensen's neck, "Wasn't it nice and warm though, Jen?"

With a deep clearing of his throat, side eye and a conspicuous adjustment of his jeans, Jensen reached for his jacket and slung it on, "I won't even dignify that with an answer.  So uh, I'll see you in a little while?  We still on for Madden?"

Jared flipped his hair out of his eyes as he also reached for his coat, seemingly oblivious to his friends discomfort,"Yeah, sure thing.  Gotta shower and then I'll meet you at your trailer in about an hour."

With a quick fist pound and a wave to the few people on set, Jensen and Jared parted ways as they made their way to their respective trailers.  It had been a long day with an early 4:00 AM call but production issues had them calling it quits at 5:00 PM.  

But despite the hectic schedule, two and a half seasons into the show "Supernatural", Jensen was still pumped to come to work everyday.  It definitely helped that everyone on set truly did get along and it was a blessing that he and his co-star had gotten so close, so fast.

What didn't help was the increasing drive to see Jared's cock that had somehow, someway meandered into his every waking moment.  A drive that he had never, not once, had from another man.  And he had been hit on pretty frequently over his career being an actor and having, what he'd been told, were the sweetest dick-sucking lips some of them had ever seen.

But regardless of all that, the only thing he had wanted to eat was a nice, wet pussy.  He loved that shit.  Savored it.  And never, not once, had he ever tried to replace it with a dick.

Until Jared.

Jensen sighed in frustration as he dressed in a pair of black sweats, sans underwear, and a white t-shirt, after his long, hot shower, where he had deliberately denied himself even a quick, rub and tug.

He wasn't gay dammit.  And he wasn't going to start giving into these dark emotions that had been slowly increasing over the past two and half years.  

Fucking Jared.

And his big shoulders.

And solid abs.

And his goofy hair.

And his fucking dimples.

And those ridiculous yellow-green eyes.....

.....that practically sparkled at him whenever he laughed at some sarcastic comment Jensen threw his way.

Fuck but he needed to get laid.  

And fast.  

It had been three long months since he last sunk his dick into a warm willing body and that had been from a one night stand at a random bar in Downtown Vancouver.  Despite the success of the show, they were still relatively unknown enough that it was easy to go out without getting bombarded by fans.  But both of them were still careful with who they took home.  

Crazy sometimes wore a pretty face and a hot body.

Just as Jensen had settled into his deep, fluffy couch with the remote in his hand, his phone rang and a sweet smile and sexy eyes looked up at him from the picture on his cell.  

With a smile of his own, Jensen picked up the phone, "Hey Gorgeous.  Whats doin'?"

"Hey, Ackles," Y/N chirped into his ear,  "What's cookin'?"

Y/N Y/L/N was the Production Coordinator on the show and sometimes Jensen thought her job was the hardest of them all, practically running the ship behind the scenes, managing all the Production Assistants and dealing with all the whining that comes with it.  Even though they had a good crew, people were still human and lord knows they needed someone to bitch to when they felt they weren't being appreciated.  But Y/N handled it all with grace and a firm hand.  She was respected by everyone on set and, if Jensen was being honest with himself, everyone, male and females included, were already half in love with her.  

Jensen was lucky to call her one of his closest friends......and if he sometimes pictured her naked, well, it was only natural.  She was beautiful, intelligent and sarcastic as hell and he was by no means a saint.

"Waitin' on Jared to finish conditioning his hair.  He's gonna come over and get his ass kicked in Madden."

Y/N let out a husky laugh in his ear and Jensen shifted as his dick twitched at the sexy sound.  Maybe he should have considered underwear.

"So another two hours then?"  She deadpanned.

"Nah.  I think deep conditioning was yesterday.  He should be here soon."

"Ha!  Okay,"  Y/N let out a slight sigh in his ear and it sounded almost melancholy.

"Hey, whats wrong?  You okay?"

"Yeah....I mean....yeah I'm fine.  It's just....I broke up with Chad."

Jensen's ears perked up at the name of Y/N's, now, ex-boyfriend, "Wow, I'm, uh, really sorry to hear that, Honey."

Y/N let out a snort, "No, you're fucking not.  I know you hated him.  You made it pretty clear every time you saw him."

With a chuckle, Jensen shrugged, "You're right.  I did fucking hate him.  He didn't deserve you. He was a jerk who was starting to become a possessive asshole.  And his name was Chad.  It's almost a pre-requisite that douche bags are named Chad.  But, uh, why did you finally see the light?"

There was silence on the other end for a a bit before she answered, "He, um, tried to tell me that I was getting too close to you and Jared and that I needed to stop being friends with you outside of work.  So I told him to fuck off and take a hike."

Jensen let out a snort of his own, "That's my girl,"  At the continued silence, he cleared his throat slightly,  "Are you okay?  I mean, listen, even though I hated the guy, I'm not the one who's gotta be with him.  You know I'll support you no matter what and I don't want to be the reason you're not with someone that you maybe....love-"

"Yeah, no.  There wasn't any love there,"  She quickly interrupted before heaving another sigh, "I was just....I dunno...lonely I guess?  The hours we work are brutal and he was,  you know, around.  Whatever, what's done is done and honestly no ones gonna tell me I cant hang with my two favorite pain in the asses."

Jensen didn't acknowledge the thrill that ran through him at her words.  He was just gonna ignore the hum of content that made him smile.  She was his friend, (hot, sexy, beautiful friend), "Do you wanna come over and hang with us?  Take your mind off of things?"

"Thanks.  I may take you up on that later on tonight.  I'll text you."

"I still got a bottle of Stoli Razz here from last time if you're interested in getting obliterated."  

"Ahhh, Ackles.  You always know just what I need.  Talk soon."

With a smile and a goodbye, Jensen ended the call.  Since he'd started talking to Y/N on a more personal level about a year ago, she had been with Jerk-off-Chad.  And despite his sexual attraction to her, he'd always kept her in his off limits category.  Even without her having a boyfriend, he didn't want to jeopardize what they had.  He respected her way too much for that.

So then why did he have a sudden vision of her on her back while he licked between her legs?

Fuuuuck he realllly needed to get laid.

First Jared and now Y/N.

Both people he loved and cared for deeply as friends.  And his perverted mind was making them into sexual conquests.

Maybe a quick rub and tug was just what the doctor ordered.

With a quick glance at the time, Jensen realized he still had a good twenty minutes before he could expect Jared to knock on his trailer door.  Plenty of time to relieve some of the ache his too full balls were giving him.

He quickly pulled his lap top over from its resting place on the side table next to his couch and brought up one of his favorite porn sites.  (Yes, he had favorites and if you asked him he'd tell you he had his go-to videos categorized and in corresponding folders.  Fuck anyone's opinion.  He was twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine with no steady girlfriend.  His hand rarely left his dick when he was alone.)  

In a rush, he picked a random video that looked good and pressed play before placing it back on the side table with the screen facing him.  A deep moan drifted from the speakers as he saw a girl kneeling in front of a huge dick before she swallowed it down in one gulp, lovingly rubbing the balls underneath.  Another loud moan drifted from the speakers.

Shit.  Way too loud.  No need to have one of the crew walk by his trailer and have a story to tell the others tomorrow morning.  

Quickly, Jensen reached over for his ear buds and plugged them in before setting his phone to vibrate and placing it next to him so he could feel it.  Jared would text before he came over.  He always did.

Reaching down, Jensen wrapped a hand over the slowly rising bulge in his sweatpants and bit his lip.  He caressed the head through his pants and was glad the pants were black.  Wet spots on the crotch of grey pants were never a good look.  

And the close ups of the chick's wet pussy and spit slicked swollen mouth were making his cock start doing a steady drip-drip.

He pulled his shirt up over the flat panes of his stomach before squeezing his cock and adjusting it so it lay underneath the band of his pants, the swollen head peaking out of the top as he brought his thumb around the wetness, coating it before letting out a moan of his own.  He liked to tease himself.  Draw it out a little bit before the end result.

"Fuck baby," Big-dick guy said on a gasp from his place on a brown couch, "Suck it.  Yeah...just like that."

The blue eyed blond on her knees let out a whine before releasing the cock with a pop, "So big," She said as she rapidly stroked him from root to tip, "I don't think I can suck this all by myself."  

"Mmmm,"  Big-dick hummed with a dirty grin, "Lucky for us we got some help."

Well,shit.  He had picked a threesome video without even knowing it.  Two chicks sucking on one dick?  Every. Guys. Fantasy.  Bring it on.

The camera panned back into the guys lap as the blonde licked up the side of his cock and a shaggy dark haired head bent down and took the guys balls into his mouth.

Well that was a shorter hair-cut than he was expecting on a chick....

The blonde reached down and grabbed the head of hair and brought the lips of the other person to hers, tongues dangling in the air, "Hey baby..." She said on a breath, before bringing the tip of the big dick to her partners mouth and tapping it against the pursed lips surrounded by a five o'clock shadow-

Wait.

What?

Five O'clock shadow?

And to his surprise and wide eyed gaze, he watched as the dude on screen sucked down the cock in front of him with a deep growl, his shaggy hair being moved out of the way by the blonde as she waited her turn.

And instead of his dick deflating into nothing, he let out a noise he would later deny to himself as he ripped his cock out of his sweats and started rapidly stroking his dick as the guy on screen let out slutty noises and tongued down the other dudes dick before sloppily kissing the blonde with the cock in between their lips.

"Fuck, I love this dick," The guy gasped, "Want it all the time."

The blonde giggled and the camera panned to where she was running her finger around his puckered hole, "You want it here baby?"

And as the guy on his knees let out a groan, threw his head back and made his dark hair flutter around his face, Jensen let out the slightest of squeaks as he pulled roughly on his rock hard cock and he felt the pull in his balls become an onslaught of come,"Fuuuuuuuck!"

Sticky white liquid shot out of his cock and onto his stomach as he quickly realized that the reason he came so hard and so long was cause the guy on the screen was a look alike of the guy currently standing with his mouth open at his doorway.

"Jared!"

Shit.

With another squeak, Jensen slammed the laptop shut, ripped his ear buds out and quickly stuffed himself back into his sweatpants before standing up on shaky legs.

Jared blinked at him wide eyed and pink cheeked as he closed his mouth and swallowed hard, closing the trailer door softly behind him, "Uhhhh, Dude, you ever, uh, consider locking your door, if you're gonna jerk the chicken?"

"Dude, you ever consider fucking calling first before you just come over?  Or maybe knocking on the fucking door?"

"I DID knock on the fucking door but you obviously had your dirty movie on too loud.  AND I TEXTED before I came, like I always do!"

Jensen gave him an incredulous look, "No. You didn't," He shot out as he grabbed up his phone from the couch, "I would have felt the.....oh,"  Jensen gave him a sheepish glance, "Looks like I put it on silent not vibrate."

Jared's lips twitched into what could have been a smile, "Uh huh,"  Jared casually pushed passed Jensen's stiff form and plopped himself on the abandoned couch.  He spread his arms across the back of it as he glanced up at Jensen through his lashes,  "Sooooo, if I hadn't gotten here when I did, would that have been the, uh, next thing you would have pulled out?"

Jensen's eyebrows drew together in confusion, as his humiliation continued to burn through him, "Pulled what out?"

Jared bit his bottom lip, obviously trying not to laugh out loud, "Never mind.  Man, its fine.  Stop looking at me like you wanna crawl into a hole.  We ALL fucking do it.  Hell, I jerked off twice in the shower before coming here."

Ignoring the pull of desire in his belly at Jared's words, Jensen groaned out loud and threw himself down onto the other end of the couch and rubbed his hands over his face, "So fucking embarrassing," He muttered into his fingers, refusing to look over at Jared.

A small squeaking sound, slid through the air and sounds of heavy breathing filled the awkward space.

"Yeah baby, just like that.  Fuck me with your fingers."

Jensen's head shot up as Jared let out a deep belly laugh and stared at Jensen's re-opened laptop at the kneeling guy on the screen getting his pink hole finger fucked by the blonde chick next to him as he sucked and licked the cock in front of him.

"DUUUUUDE, this is some kinky shit."

"What the fu-? Jay!  Why would you turn that back on?!"  Jensen threw himself over Jared's lap, ignoring the loud laughter falling out Jared's mouth and frantically pressed buttons until it stopped playing and slammed the laptop shut once again.  He whipped his head to the side and glared at the wide grin inches from his face, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

Jared winked at Jensen as he shifted his hips underneath him, poking Jensen in the stomach with something, "You're taking this way too seriously, Man."

Jensen looked down into the small space between him and Jay before slowly leaning back into his own spot on the couch.  He couldn't have felt what he thought he did....did he?

With a clearing of his throat, he swallowed and sat back as he ran his hands through his hair, "This is fucking embarrassing!"  He repeated.

Shrugging, Jared leaned his head into the back of the couch and rolled his head so it was next to Jensen's, "Soooooo, does this mean....I mean...are you...gay?"

Jensen's eyes widened in alarm as his heart started pounding frantically, "NO!  I'm not fucking gay, Jay!  Did you not see the chick in the movie?  I didn't realize until it was too late that the guy was going to be...involved like that."

Jared sent a sympathetic look at Jensen's panicked gaze, "You know Jen, it's okay if you are.  I'm not judging.  Like, at all-"

"Jesus, Jared!  I'm telling you I'm not-"

"-cause I've swung both ways before soooo.."

"-gay.....what?"

Jensen blinked stupidly at Jared's soft smile and felt like he might pass out from sheer terror mixed with immediate curiosity.

Jared sat up and placed his elbows on his knees before lacing his fingers together, "I'm...I mean I guess...you could call me...bisexual,"  He shrugged before running his fingers through his hair and Jensen could see a slight tremble despite Jared's calm tone.

"Have you...um...had...you know.."

Another dazzling smile was sent Jensen's way, "Have I ever fucked a guy before?"  At Jensen's nod, Jared shrugged, "Yep.  Both catcher and pitcher."

"Jesus."

"What?  You know if you cant talk about gay sex, you shouldn't be doing gay sex."  He said with a mock serious look.

"Yeah, yeah.  Well, I'm not.  Doing it.  I mean.  With guys.  And lately, not with girls either,"  Jensen ran a hand against the back of his neck, "Maybe that's the problem.  I'm backed up to the point where my brain is floating in sperm and stupidity."

Jared laughed again before placing a hand against the back of Jensen's neck and squeezing it, "Jen, again, not judging.  But, uh, coming that hard?  Usually signifies that shit is turning you on.  And then some."

Jensen gaped at Jared, "How fucking long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to wonder if you were gonna provide a cigarette after the show."

"Dude."

With another squeeze to his neck, Jared smirked, "What can I say, it was seriously hot."

Jensen's poor heart started pounding at an even faster clip, "You...you thought that was hot?"

Jared's smirk dropped and a look that Jensen had never seen before took it's place, "Come on, Man.  Have you seen yourself in the mirror?  Can you really blame me for thinking that way about you?"

Jensen swallowed.  Hard. "What....what way?"

Jared licked his bottom lip and bit it, "How curious are you about this?  I don't want to go down a road with you and you wake up the next morning and decide you cant work with me or you don't want to be friends.  I value our friendship, Man.  Truly.  It would kill me not to-."

"Yeah," Jensen interrupted with a soft smile, "It would kill me too."

With a smile of his own, Jared let go of Jensen's neck and sat back, "Sooo, you wanna finish watching the movie?"

Was it possible for stomachs to dip right outta your body?  Cause that's what was happening to Jensen's.

"I-uh, I mean, if you, uh, wanna, I mean..."

Taking pity on Jensen's stuttering, Jared reached under the side table and pulled out the bottle of Glenfiddich whiskey he knew was stored there, "Drink first?"

"Fuck yeah."

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The first two shots burned on the way down.  By the time they were both nursing the third drink, Jensen was feeling the edges of his anxiety start to float away and Jared was sitting closer to him on the couch.

They talked a little more about Jared and his previous male conquests.  ("They were pretty.  And hot.  I have a hard time saying no to pretty and hot.")

And they spoke of how he may not advertise his sexuality but he wasn't ashamed of it either. ("Pussy and dick both make me come.  Soooo, why not?")

By the time they reached the point where Jensen felt brave enough to let Jay turn on the laptop, he was sporting some chub thinking of his best friend in these compromising positions.  

And if Jay's gaze was any indication, it was very noticeable.  

Fucking sweatpants.  

Clearing his throat, Jared pressed play and placed it on the couch in between them.

"Suck that cock.  Fuck yeah.  So fucking hot."  The blonde said as she continued to finger fuck the dark haired guys ass before quickly adding a second finger.  The blonde slapped one of the guys ass cheeks with her free hand before using the same hand to separate them, "Look how pretty.  Can't wait for you to take that monster up in here.  Gonna make you eat my pussy while you take it."

Jensen's head was swimming as a deep pulse of lust shot into his stomach and straight to his dick.  His mind was quickly replacing the images on screen with him being the one sitting on the couch, running his hand through Jared's hair as he sucked his cock with major enthusiasm.

Fuck, could he really be this hard, this fast?

Sending a surreptitious glance toward Jared, Jensen took another sip of his drink and adjusted himself on the couch, trying to sit in such a way that his wood wasn't so obvious.

He was terribly unsuccessful.

Especially considering he had looked into Jared's lap and saw a massive boner laying against the side of his leg, plainly visible in the track pants he was wearing.

This time, Jensen had to bite his lip to keep in the moan that threatened to fly out of his throat.  

"You, uh,  you okay?"

Jensen's head shot up at Jared's deep baritone and he swallowed at the look of lust making Jared's eyes darken, "I, uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..."  He said as he placed his drink on the table next to him.

Jared looked down at the tent in Jensen's sweats, before raising an eyebrow, "You sure about that, Jen?"

At that moment, the dark haired guy on screen let out a loud moan and both of their heads swiveled back to the screen just in time to see him take Big-Dicks cock in his ass.  He swiveled his hip and pushed against Big-Dick before licking up the blondes thigh in front of him, plunging his tongue in her pussy.

"Fuck...." Jared let out before he reached down and squeezed his dick through his pants, "That's fucking hot."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Watching Jared touch himself through his pants was gonna make Jensen blow his wad straight across the room.  The throbbing in his sweats was becoming unbearable and mixed with the whiskey in his system, he was ready to say fuck it and whip his dick out.

"Deeper.."  The guy on screen begged in between long licks to the blondes pussy, "Deeper, Man.  Yeah, just like that."

Big-Dick obliged and he adjusted himself to give the guy long, hard, deep strokes as his partner let out a groan and lay his head on the blondes thigh; his hard cock swinging between his legs with the pounding he was happily taking.

"You like that baby?" The blonde cooed as she ran her fingers through his hair, "Feels good right?"

"Oh my God," Jensen couldn't help but let out softly as he felt his dick dribble out pre-cum into his pants.

Jared looked up into Jensen's face and shuddered out a breath, "Dude, I'm so fucking horny right now that if I don't take out my dick, its gonna explode in my pants."

Jensen shut his eyes at the shot of want that streaked down his spine, "Shit, Jay.  You're gonna kill me."

"Is that a yes?"

What to do?  Lord knew he was so far gone the room was spinning.  Though the whiskey could've had a hand in that as well.

Instead of answering, Jensen reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and immediately started stroking it from root to tip.  He was so worked up, his hips involuntarily canted into his grip and he let out a groan and dropped his head onto the back of the sofa letting it loll to the side, facing Jared.

Jensen watched as Jared's eyes widened at the sight in front of him and he started letting out gasping breaths before reaching into his underwear, pulling out his cock (Big-fucking-cock.  Want-it-in-his-mouth-cock) as he pulled down his pants with the other hand.  Jay's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he leaned back against the sofa, inches away from Jensen's gasping mouth.  

"Fuck..."  Jensen whispered as he felt Jared's rapid breaths against his lips.  Immediately, he licked his lower lip trying in vain to catch the taste of his best friend and swallow it down.  He opened his eyes into slits and peered right into yellow-green orbs as he let out a low moan when his cock jerked in his hand.

He was so fucking close....

Jared let out a deep groan in tandem with Jensen, his mouth hanging slightly open as his hand reached down and played with his sack, "Jen....God...the things I wanna do to you..."

Those thick lips were so close to his own, he could practically feel them opening up and taking everything he had to give.  He licked his lips, hoping his tongue would graze against Jared's but instead he felt an answering lick against the tip of his tongue as Jared tentatively rubbed it against his.

"Again...." Jensen groaned, "Please....again."

A sound of complete surrender left Jared's throat as he closed the small distance between their mouths and immediately wrapped his tongue around Jensen's before sucking Jensen's bottom lip into his mouth.  

A bomb went through Jensen's torso and immediately erupted out of his dick as he came so hard his eyes crossed and he moaned long and loud into Jared's mouth causing the other man to moan in return. Come arched through the air and landed right on his t-shirt as he closed his mouth over Jared's and kissed him with deep strokes of his tongue.

"Oh God, oh FUCK!"

The loud scream from the laptop caused both men to separate and look down in time to see the dark haired guy on screen on his back getting plowed by Big-Dick as the blonde sucked down his cock.

"I'm gonna come!" He yelled into the air, "I'm gonna come."

As the blonde lifted her face out of the way, he shot up and onto his chest with loud grunts as the guy who had been fucking him pulled out and helped the blonde lap up the come on his chest.  

A low groan came from Jared, "Ugggghhh, Jen.  Shiiiiit."

Jensen looked to the side just in time to see Jared rip up his T-shirt  just as his red tipped dick erupted onto his now exposed stomach.

It was by far one of the hottest fucking things he had ever seen in his life.

As both men leaned back letting out low gasps, Jensen waited for the awkwardness to settle in.  But nothing happened.   He blinked up at the ceiling of the trailer and tried to trudge up something of the fear that he felt earlier but instead he  just felt....content.

"You okay, Jen?"  

Jensen turned his head to meet Jared's slightly panicked eyes.

Jared gulped as Jensen didn't immediately answer,  "I mean...are we okay?"

Taking in that strong jawline and those beautiful eyes, Jensen smiled, "Yeah.  Yeah, Jay.  We're good."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jared closed the laptop between them and placed it on the table before closing the small distance between their bodies.  As Jensen felt the heat radiating off of Jared's body bleed into own, he let his eyes slide down to the curve of Jared's lips and couldn't help but bring his mouth to his and press a soft kiss against them.  He felt Jared smile before the taller man deepened the kiss and slid one of those massive hands of his across Jensen's t-shirt covered stomach.  With a groan into Jensen's mouth. he squeezed at the side of Jensen's waist before meandering his fingers up his chest towards his neck before suddenly stopping and looking down at his hand.

"What's wrong?"  Jensen on a breath.

Biting his lip, Jared brought up his shiny fingers, "Dude, you either have a talent for shooting long distance or you really were backed up,"

Jensen's eyes widened, "Is that my-"

"Come?  Yep," Jared opened his mouth and inserted his fingers before sucking them deep and releasing them with a pop and a smirk, "Still warm too."

Another dip in his belly as Jensen tried to decide how he felt about watching his best friend lick his come off his fingers.  When said friend, winked at him and bit his bottom lip, Jensen decided he was abso-fucking-lutley okay with it, "Fuck.  You're gonna kill me."

Jared hummed deep in his throat and leaned his head in to kiss Jensen again when a loud knock sounded at the door.

"Yo!  Open up the door!  You two fools better not have drank all the alcohol."

Shit!  Y/N!

With panicky eyes and fumbling hands righting clothes, Jensen cleared his throat and quickly made it to the door after looking back to make sure Jared was decent.

"Hey!"  Y/N said with a bright smile when the door opened, "Sorry I took so long.  Crisis with Christy happened.  Again!"  Y/N said referring to one of the PA's on staff as she made her way around Jensen and to his small kitchenette, "But I brought pizza!"  She lifted the box in her hands before placing it on the table, "Hope you guys are hungry."

Jared and Jensen shared a heavy look before Jared answered, "Yeah, I'd say we worked up a pretty decent appetite today."

Y/N looked around the trailer and took a deep breath, swinging around making the short skirt she had on flounce in the air, "It smells like bad decisions in here, Ackles.  You really need to clean up after you bang random chick number sixty-nine."

Jared let out a high pitched laugh as Jensen pursed his lips at his friend, "I did not bang any..chick in here. Thank you very much."

Y/N shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the back of a chair before plopping down next to Jared on the couch, "Then you need to figure out which sock is lying around and still hiding the evidence of your last....activities."

"Y/N!"

"Just sayin'."

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Tagging some peeps that may be interested.  Let me know if its not your thing and you’d rather not be tagged.

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The Convention Connection - The Promise

Reposting because Tumblr won’t let me appeal. 

This was originally written for Smut Appreciation Day 2017. There are no naughty images (sigh). 

This is mostly smut, sex and more sex. Promises of more and talk of having babies. A bit of angst, because my girl is sad. 

Here it is, the next installment of The Convention Connection. This was a one shot originally written for Nicole @iwantthedean and has taken on a life of its own and is now a complete series. I hope y’all like it.

There is no disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction, please regard it as such.

Haven’t read it - CATCH UP HERE

It was nights like this I had trouble sleeping. A rough night at the hospital and Jensen wasn’t home. I hadn’t even gotten home until after one in the morning, now here it was, two hours later and I was still tossing and turning. I threw back the heavy comforter from our bed and sat up. I stared at the empty, cold spot next to me before getting out. I walked to the closet and pulled out one of Jensen’s shirts. I slipped it over my shoulders and brought the collar to my nose. I could still smell him, even if he hadn’t been home in three weeks.

I strolled through this huge house, gazing longingly at the pictures he had hung so carefully on the walls when we moved in. I made my way to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I didn’t have to work today so maybe this was my chance to get something done while I waited for my husband to call. God, I missed him. Just as the pot finished brewing, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled it to the rim.

I held the mug in my hands, letting the warmth seep into my hands. Jensen had called yesterday morning and said he was sorry, but probably wouldn’t be home for another week. I took a nice long sip from the steaming mug before putting it down. I looked around and decided to start in the family room. A river a sadness rolled through me as I realized we didn’t have a family to fill it. So instead I stood at the counter, draining my mug and refilling it.

I didn’t hear a thing as a set of strong arms wrapped themselves around me. I should have been startled, but his scent filled my nose immediately and I turned to embrace my husband that I have missed so much.

“You said you weren’t coming home until next week!” I exclaimed.

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see my girl and not through a phone or a computer. I missed you Nic. I missed you so much.” Jensen murmured into my hair as he clung to me as much as I did to him.

“So, do you often wear my shirts?” He asked, pulling back and noticing my middle of the night attire.

“Yeah, I tried your pants, but they were way too long.” I joked with him.

“I always knew you looked better in them than I did. You are simply breathtaking, Baby.” He lifted me to sit on the counter and crashed his lips to mine. This wasn’t a slow and gentle kiss. This is the kiss of a man who needs, who craves. As his tongue ravished my mouth, I ran my hands up and down his back, taking in every sensation my body was feeling in this moment. The surprise of him being home. The feel of his body pressed up against mine. The tingle of my skin everywhere his hands explored underneath his shirt. The heat pooling in my core. 

“Jay, I need you.” I moaned into his mouth. “Please, it’s been too long.”

“I know. I need you, too. I want you so bad.” Jay answered. With one swift motion, he grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifting me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct as he carried me through the house and placed me on the couch. He turned to flip on the fireplace, casting shadows on the walls.

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders, revealing nothing but a pair of panties under it. I moved to remove his pants, but he stopped me. “No, let me take care of you, Baby.”  He whispered before removing just his t-shirt.

He kissed me once more, his hand holding the back of my head and lowered me down. His mouth left a trail of hot wet kisses as he traveled down my body, his fingers following suit until he reached my panties, all but ripping them from my body. He settled himself between my legs, breathing in my scent, before his tongue started to work its magic on my aching pussy. I could feel how wet I was for him so quickly and this did not go unnoticed by my very attentive husband.

“Oh God, Baby. Did I do this to you?” He mumbled into my core, the vibrations running straight through me and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Always and forever Jay. Don’t tease, it’s been too fucking long since I have felt you inside me.” I moaned. I looked down at him, the most beautiful man in the world was between my legs, both of us bathed in moonlight and fire glow.

He pushed two long fingers inside me, while his tongue circled my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to the right side. He pumped his fingers, rubbing over my sweet spot with each in and out motion, bringing me to climax within record time, my vision going white as I screamed his name.

“Jay, get up here and fuck me.” I commanded once I could form words. He pulled me to the floor on top of him and I wasted no time lowered myself down onto his throbbing cock, groaning out his name once more, relishing in the delicious burn, missing it.

I started a slow rhythm, rolling my hips back and forth as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs in time. Jensen felt so good, I increased my speed, now bouncing wildly on his cock, my hands holding his hands for balance. His hips thrust up to meet mine, working a perfect rhythm. He released one hand and rubbed my clit furiously, bringing me to my second orgasm of the night. As I collapsed, pressing my chest into his, he expertly maneuvered us so he was now hovering above me, continuing his thrusting, his cock filling me just perfect.  

He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me up so I was now sitting in his laps. His thrusts slowed until they were just a lazy roll of hip. Jensen mumbled my name and professions of his love for me over and over. “I want to make babies with you Nic.” He confessed in my ear.

I was shocked that he wanted a family so soon, but so happy he did. “Jay, I want to have your babies, but just fuck me now and we can talk about that tomorrow. I promise.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he fucked into me with everything he had, his body tensing as he spilled into me. We both lay on the floor side by side, our ragged breath slowing, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms and the firelight.

“Did you mean what you said, about wanting to have babies?” Jensen asked, running a hand through my hair.

“Of course I did. I was thinking just before you got home, that we have this huge family room but no family in it. I can’t wait to fill it with our babies.” I promised him, sealing it with a deep kiss.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

I Got You (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is celebrating her two year anniversary with her fiance when her best friend from childhood, Jensen, calls. Something’s wrong with him and he tries to play it off once he remembers what night it is for her but the reader isn’t budging and that may be a good thing for the both of them...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, vomiting, lying, mention of alcoholism, fluff

A/N: This is a little different for me but I’m really please with how it turned out. Enjoy!

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“This looks delicious, babe,” said Andrew as he sat down at the table. You hummed, a little annoyed that he hadn’t let you know he’d be home two hours late. On your anniversary. Your two year anniversary. You wouldn’t mind if he ever let you know but he never, never did and always got mad when you brought it up. You poked at the food and he took a bite, making a face. “It’s a little cold.”

“Well that’s what happens when you reheat it in the microwave,” you said. He bit his tongue and continued to eat quietly, a bit of tension still in the air.

“How was your day?” he asked when he was nearly done with his food.

“Fine. Yours?” you asked, picking at your salad and ignoring the chicken.

“Good. I’m sorry I was late, babe. Why don’t we go out to eat?” he asked.

“It’s our anniversary. I wanted to make you dinner,” you said.

“I ate it,” he said. “You seem hungry still.”

“I’m fine. I just want to watch a movie or something,” you said. He didn’t say anything as he ducked into the bedroom and changed out of his suit and into some sweats and a hoodie. You cleaned up the dishes and went to the bedroom. You grabbed leggings and an old big t-shirt of Jensen’s you’d stolen from his place somewhere around season 10 if you had to guess by the number just under the back collar. You padded into the bathroom and changed out of your skinny jeans and crop top. You took off the new black lingerie you had on and put on something more comfortable. Andrew wouldn’t even notice.

You walked out of the bedroom and found him on the couch, watching some action movie. You sat down in his side and saw your phone light up at the end of the couch. A glance showed it was Jensen and that you had four missed calls from him.

“Did you put my phone on silent?” you asked, reaching over for it.

“It is our anniversary,” he said.

“Yeah and I’m also one of Jensen’s emergency contacts,” you said, rolling your eyes and quickly answering. “Jay?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he said. Something was wrong. His voice was off and it took him a minute to talk again. “Can you come over? I just found out something and I could use you right now.”

“I thought you were in Toronto this week to film for The Boys,” you said.

“I was. Flew down to Dallas for my brother’s birthday earlier. More free time and all, trying to see the family more,” he said.

“What’s he want?” sighed Andrew. You ignored him and heard Jensen take a shaky breath.

“Did someone die?” you asked quietly.

“No,” he said. “No. I found out something though and...I just grabbed a rental car and drove home the past few hours. I had to get out of there.”

“Are you alright?” you asked, already hating the pit forming in your stomach. You’d known him most of your life. You didn’t remember life without him to be honest. Sure, he was away a lot when he filmed but he was back more often now that he was doing shorter gigs and you’d always been there for each other, even during the really busy years. “Buddy.”

“No, I don’t think I’m okay,” he said. He was quiet before you heard him suck in a gasp. “Fuck. It’s your anniversary. Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N. God, like Andrew doesn’t hate me enough already. I’m so sorry. Please enjoy your night, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re my best friend and you are so not alright,” you said. “I’m gonna come over.”

“It’s our anniversary!” said Andrew as you turned to glare at him.

“Y/N, don’t. I’m-” said Jensen as you got up.

“Where the fuck are you going?” said Andrew.

“Jensen is important to me, Andrew. He’s always gonna be important to me. I know you don’t like him but he needs me right now. You don’t even care. You didn’t care about dinner or the anniversary or putting in a little bit of effort. I used to really like you too, you know. When we got engaged though, I saw what you really wanted. Well guess what. I’m not your mother. I’m not your maid and I faked it every time,” you said.

“You’re mad at me? He’s the one ruining our anniversary!” said Andrew.

“Y/N, I’m gonna go. I’m sorry,” said Jensen before you heard him hang up. You groaned and went over to the front hall to grab your jacket. You shoved your phone in your pocket as Andrew stalked over.

“Gonna go sleep with your other boyfriend, hm?”

“Something bad happened to him and frankly, the day I introduced you to him was the day you started all this. You have hated my relationship with him from the start. He has tried so hard to be your friend and you’re always mean and you leave him out. Even your friends think it’s a dick move.”

“You want your best friend or me? Cause I don’t like him and I’m never going to,” he said. 

“I hope you treat the next girl better,” you said. You took off your ring and slammed it on the front table before grabbing your keys and tugging on your boots.

“Whore,” he mumbled.

“I’d rather be his whore than your wife any day. I’ll move my stuff out tomorrow,” you said. You slammed the door shut after yourself and took a deep breath. You weren’t as upset as you thought you’d be. You’d been considering taking a break with him for the past few months but there was no going back after that. Jensen had never been anything but kind to him and always respectful of your and Andrew’s time together.

You skipped down the stairs of the apartment building and down to the garage, rushing over to your car quickly. Something was still very wrong with Jensen and you needed to get to him asap.

“Jensen,” you said twenty minutes later, finding him outside on the balcony off his bedroom, sitting in a chair with his knees tucked to his chest. There was a half full large bottle of whiskey on the ground and the plastic wrapper from where he’d opened it. His back was to you and he turned his head away as you stepped outside. “Jay, what happened.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. You put a hand on his forehead and forced him to look at you. He was drunk. He didn’t start drinking until he’d hung up with you obviously. He was upset too and it was so rare of you to see him cry. 

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his arm. He let you tug him up and into his bathroom. You flipped on the light in the toilet and sat him down in front of it. “Did you eat dinner? Yes or no?”

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“Did you eat on the plane? At the airport?”

He shook his head again and you sighed.

“You just did about, I don’t know, seven, eight shots on an empty stomach. You’re not a kid anymore so if Taylor Gregson’s senior party is anything to go by, I expect you to start puking in the next three minutes.”

“Go away,” he said, wiping off his face.

“Yeah, see no, not happening. I’m also staying here tonight whether you want me to or not. Now sit, throw up in the toilet please, and I will make you something bland to eat and get you some not snot covered clothes, okay?”

“Why are you so nice to me?” he asked. He stared up at you and you instantly knelt down, giving him a hug as he hiccuped. 

“Cause you’re my best friend and I love you,” you said. “Jensen. What happened?”

“Don’t wanna…” he said, shaking his head.

“Did someone die?” you asked.

“No,” he said again. 

“What did you find out? Something with your brother? You said you were at his birthday party.”

“Later please,” he said quietly.

“Okay,” you said. You rubbed up and down his back and you felt him lurch a bit before you shut your eyes and felt wetness on your back. “Did you just throw up on me?”

“Yeah. Sorry,” he said.

“Really is like Taylor Gregson’s party all over again,” you said. “You stay here and I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I got it in your hair I think,” he said. He lurched again but you turned him towards the bowl and he was successful that time. “Ow.”

“Relax,” you said, running a clean hand through his hair for a beat. His body untensed a little but he was still upset and making a mess of himself. “Five minutes and then the shower is yours.”

You took about ten to deal with your hair and you ducked next door to his closet, finding some fresh clothes for the two of you. He managed to not get any sick on himself so after wiping his face off good and getting him to brush his teeth, he looked a little better. You found some pancake mix in the cupboard and started to work on that while he changed. He eventually came out, red eyed and sniffling a bit but he looked sober at least.

“Andrew’s gonna kill me for ruining his night,” he said.

“Andrew and I are over,” you said, waiting for the pan to heat up. Jensen stared as you shook up the jug. “He has always been an ass to you.”

“Y/N. I’m just...he’s your fiance. You’re supposed to prioritize him.”

“He’s supposed to respect people I care about. He is immature and arrogant and mean and he sucks so bad in bed. God, I’ve been dying to tell you how shitty ass of a fuck he is. The most damn selfish little prick I’ve ever met in my life and-”

“Y/N,” said Jensen. You took a deep breath and poured some batter on the pan. “You didn’t breakup cause of me, did you?”

“No. You were just the last straw. You didn’t call cause you wanted a ride or to talk about something that could be done later. You need me. I don’t care if it’s two in the morning, Christmas, my wedding day. You ever call me like that, you ever make me worry like this, I’ll be there in a fucking second,” you said. He lowered his head as you got a plate out for his dinner.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said.

“If you thought I was busy, why didn’t you call Jared? He lives three minutes away. Three,” you said. He shrugged and you sighed. “I never want to see you doing something like that ever again. I never want you to-”

“I’m not a child,” he shot back, suddenly shooting daggers at you, his face hard and green eyes a too dark shade.

“My father is an alcoholic. You want to call him up? We’ll call him up right fucking now and he’ll tell you how it nearly destroyed his life. He is twenty years sober and he can’t have a drink for the rest of his life because he used it when he was in pain. You will never, Ackles, and I mean never, drink to mask pain again in your life,” you said. The pancake was burning and you broke away your glare, dumping the burnt batter into the trash. When you walked back, Jensen was crying at the counter again and you shut your eyes. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I just...you know how my mom used to have me sleepover your house in the middle of a school week cause he was drunk and she didn’t want me to see it. You know how much it used to bother me. Little shrimpy ass Jensen, you would always tell me to sleep in your bed and you took the sleeping bag. I let you take care of me my whole life. You’re bigger than me, stronger than me. You will never worry about money again. You gave me rent money when I got laid off and refused to let me pay it back. You drove me home when I got drunk at a bar after a fight with Andrew. You stood up for me in seventh grade cause I liked science and Harrison Pitt was a dick to me back then. This is not me treating you like a child, Jensen. This is me helping my best friend because he’s in pain and I can’t stop it. All I can do is make him damn pancakes.”

“Can I have maple syrup?” he asked quietly after a few minutes. 

“Of course. I’ll get butter too,” you said. You cut up a few pieces and gave them along with the syrup to him. You made up more pancakes to reheat for breakfast, Jensen sniffling to himself as he ate. “Feel any better?”

“A little,” he said. “You were always too good for Andrew.”

“I always knew you didn’t like him,” you said. “But you tried. That’s what was important and a concept he apparently couldn’t understand. Good riddance. Oh and I kinda need a place to crash for a bit after my epic walkout.”

“I got plenty of room,” he said. He pushed his plate away when he finished and washed it up in the sink, grabbing the pan as you put away the leftovers.

“Even miserable you have far better manners,” you said with a small smile. He left the pan on the counter to dry and you wrapped your hands around his arm, leading him back to his bedroom and sitting him down. “It’s later. What happened?”

“My whole family’s been lying to me my whole life,” he said. He sat against the headboard and wiped off his nose. “My great aunt, like the super old one, she made a comment and then made a little face like I wasn’t supposed to know something. I mentioned it to my brother and he seemed coy but I knew then it was true. So I confronted my parents and...well it turns out that I’m adopted.”

“You’re what?” you said, scrunching up your face.

“Adopted. When I was an infant. They were never going to tell me,” he said.

“I don’t understand. I mean you kinda look like your dad and even your brother a bit and your sister has your nose.”

“Coincidence,” he said. “I’m a reject baby. I was given up because the couple that had me? They didn’t want me. I looked them up when I got home. Two hot shot lawyers at some big firm in New York. Three kids. Didn’t want this fuck up of one though. I was an accident. A mistake.”

“Jensen,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “Jensen, you’re not...so many people get adopted. Your family loves you. You’re so much better off with who you wound up with. They adopted you because they loved you. Jensen they-”

“She used to be my mom’s friend. They adopted me because they felt sorry for me. They didn’t love me. They pitied me. They lied to me my whole life. I heard stories about when she was pregnant and the labor and they were all lies. My brother’s always known. My sister is the only one who didn’t. The whole family knew. They knew about the pathetic little baby that no one wanted the whole time,” he said.

“Hey,” you said, climbing into his lap and grabbing his arms. “You are not pathetic. I have met your parents and your family. Some nights when we were little I wanted them to be my parents. I wanted normal parents. You had the ideal family. You have the ideal family.”

“They admitted they were never going to tell me,” he said. “How fucked up is that?”

“They made a mistake in not telling you. You should have known all along,” you said, fixing the stray hairs falling over his forehead. “If I know anything though it is that they love you unconditionally. You gotta forgive them. They wanted you. You are their son and brother. They adopted you because they loved you. It sounds like your mom stopped being friends with this woman. I wonder why that was,” you said. He shut his eyes and rested his head on your chest. You shushed him as he got upset again, kissing the top of his head.

“You’re not hiding any secrets from me are you?” he asked, arms wrapped tightly around your back.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out since I was thirteen years old,” you said. He raised his head up and you smiled. “S’okay. I know I’m not your-”

He kissed you out of nowhere, hand cupping the back of your neck, one long, smooth motion as you felt wetness on your cheeks. He moved back slowly, dropping his hands away, swallowing thickly.

“Sorry,” he said. You smiled and moved closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you said. “Always thought I wasn’t your type.”

“You were. I was too young to understand what it was that I felt. No one’s ever felt like you. And I can’t lose you too so I played it safe. Now...I’d rather get this out of the way so I can feel miserable for the rest of my life.”

“You think our friendship is over?” you asked.

“You were engaged an hour ago and I just kissed you. Of course it’s-”

“You’re ridiculous, Ackles, I swear,” you mumbled against his lips. “Like I said, I will always be there. Now I’d love nothing more than to fulfill every teenage fantasy and adult one if I’m being fair right now. But tonight’s not the night for that. Tonight, let out whatever you’re feeling and tomorrow, we’ll talk to your folks.”

You sat back and smiled, Jensen staring at you with soft wet eyes and you remembered the little boy waiting outside school, trying not to be upset. You lay down next to him and recalled the day you met.

“Hi,” you said, the boy turning away. “Why you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” he said.

“You look like you’re crying,” you said, walking around his other side. You heard a car horn honk and looked ahead to see your dad behind the wheel of the car. You looked around and saw no other other cars there, the boy wiping his face off. “Where’s your mom or dad?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “They said they’d be right here after school.”

“Y/N!” called your dad.

“We’re waiting!” you said back, the boy looking at you.

“For what?” asked your dad.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Jensen Ackles,” he said quietly.

“Jensen Ackles’ parents!” you said. Your dad sighed but he just sat back in his seat and turned up the radio. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I know. You got the blue backpack. All the other girls got pink ones,” he said.

“I like blue. I like pink too but I like blue more,” you said. “I like the cars on your backpack.”

“Thanks. Do you like cars?”

“Yeah,” you said. You sat down and took off your bag, pulling out a few hot wheels from the bottom of it. “Mom said I could bring them as long as I didn’t lose ‘em. Wanna play while we wait?”

“Okay,” he said, taking a seat next to you.

By the time you and Dean were being called over, the sky was a little dimmer and you saw your dad talking to a couple outside the car.

“I think I gotta go home now,” you said.

“Me too. I see you tomorrow,” he said, holding out the car he’d been playing with.

“You keep it in case you got to wait again. Then you’re not bored. I’ll wait with you though if dad says it’s okay,” you said. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he said. He gave you a hug and you smiled as you returned it. “Do you want to be best friends?”

“Yeah! That’s so cool!” you said. 

“Awesome!” he said. You both packed up and ran over to your parents, your dad chuckling as you waved bye to Jensen.

“Make a new friend on your first day?” he asked.

“That’s Jensen. He’s my best friend forever now,” you said. “That’s how it works. I know. Jensen’s got an older brother and he told him all about it.”

“I see. Well buckle up. I’m sure mom’s wondering where we are,” he said. You climbed in the back and saw his parents give a wave as they drove past. “That was real nice of you to talk to that boy when he was upset like that.”

“I didn’t like him crying, made me feel funny,” you said. “Like my chest had a tummy ache.”

“Oh, you’re going to prom with that boy aren’t you,” he mumbled.

“What’s prom?”

“A very, very long way away. Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“I remember our first day too,” said Jensen. “I’m always a blabbering mess around you, aren’t I.”

“I think I understand what that tummy ache in my chest was. It’s that same feeling I got when you called earlier. I think we really were too young to understand back then what it was that we were experiencing.”

“You mean how I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old,” he chuckled. “Y/N. I still feel really, and I mean really, really shitty. But thank you for coming over. I need you, more than even I know I think.”

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” you said. You kissed him and he smiled, closing his eyes. “You want to sleep? You had a long flight and drive, not to mention day.”

“Yeah, I want to crash. I’m exhausted,” he said. You moved to get up but he sat up with you, watching you carefully. He swallowed again and you threw back the covers, climbing underneath them. 

“Not going anywhere,” you said. He got underneath with you and heard him breathe a deep breath, no sniffles in sight for the first time all night. “Jensen.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“It’ll be okay,” you said. “I promise.”

“I know. Not looking forward to tomorrow is all,” he said.

“Well I’m going with so...can’t be all bad,” you said.

“No. Like you said back then, I stick with you, I’ll be alright,” he said. “Can you get the room light?”

“Sure,” you said. You hopped out of bed and turned off the big light, walking over to his nightstand and finding the switch. You smiled when you saw the hot wheel car on there, Jensen smiling softly as he looked up at you. “Night Jensen.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 1

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angsty.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You dont have to read all of Conquests to understand, but at least the finale:  this

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‘Fuck, Fuck fuck fuck’ I thought to myself as the memories of the night before flooded through my body, the image of Norman tangled between my legs and him calling out my name making my eyes widen and burn as I stared at Jeffrey in front of me, my fingers grasping onto the sheet wrapped around my body with one hand while gripping the door handle for dear life to keep from passing out. His eyes widened themselves as he took in my state of dress, the sheet falling slightly in my surprise. 

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He instantly roared, pushing past me into the room to yank the covers off Norman, who was instantly shocked awake. “What the fuck?” Norman barked, jumping up out of the bed and holding his hands up in defence, “Look, Jeff, I-” “You what, Bubba? Please fucking tell me what I’m lookin’ at right now.” Jeff growled, glare shifting back and forth between Norman and I. “It’s-” He started, but I cut him off, “We fucked.” I stated bluntly, letting the sheet drop from my body as I worked my way around the room collecting my clothes, “I wasn’t gonna tell you, but since you so rudely woke me up this morning, I really don’t give a fuck.” Jeffrey spun on his heels to point an accusing finger at Norman as I began getting dressed, “You fucked my fuckin’ woman, Norm?” Norman raised his hands back up in surrender, stuttering something that sounded like, “I-I-I…” “I should have fuckin’ known,” Jeffrey seethed, shaking his head before turning his fiery stare back to me, chuckling out a breathy laugh,“After Rob, after Corey…” I cocked an eyebrow at him as I finished pulling my dress down down around my torso, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jeffrey?” “Do I need to spell it out for you, little girl? I should have known you two would pull some shit like this.” “The fuck that’s supposed to mean?” Norman growled, puffing his chest out dominantly as he took a step forward. Jeffrey snorted, scrubbing his jawline with his finger tips in amusement, “I shoulda known never to consider you a fuckin friend, Norman. I’ve been fucked over by friends before but this?” He shook his head again, waving a finger back and forth between the two of us again, “This is a new fuckin’ low, bro.” “Aye, man, fuck you. You’re the one that ditched her ass on her fuckin’ birthday, and every fuckin’ time before. You’re the one that pushed her away.” “The fuck you just say to me, boy?” Jeffrey growled, pressing his own bowed out chest against Norman’s intimidatingly. “I’m not a fucking boy, number one.” Norman squinted, “and number two, yeah, I fucked Ky. Hell fucking yeah I did,” His eyes roamed up and down Jeff’s face and neck before meeting his eyes again, “And I’m gonna do it again, too. Cuz you not knowin’ how to treat a fuckin’ woman ain’t my problem. Don’t play the victim when you know for a damn fact you put her through Hell.” My mouth dropped open as Jeffrey’s fist flew and cracked Norman against his cheekbone as the other man grabbed the front of his shirt. They wresteled each other to the floor of the hotel room and I instantly ran over to try to pull Jeffrey off of Norman. “Gonna need another fuckin’ eye socket when I’m done, bitch,” Jeffrey roared as his fist contacted Norman’s face again, a gurgle of pain erupting from the man as he landed his own blow against Jeff’s jaw. “Fuck you, Morgan.” he gritted and punched again. “Jeff, fucking stop!” I screeched, tugging on the collar of his jacket, trying to pull him off, “Fucking quit!” Jeffrey’s elbow rose back and came incontact with my chest, pushing me back as he stood on his feet and grabbed my upper arm, “Get the fuck off me,” Before I could even think my own fist was colliding with Jeffrey’s nose, blood immediately pouring out as he shoved me away from him and against the wall. I hit the drywall with a thud, my head connecting and causing me to see stars momentarily. I slipped down onto the floor, Jeff looming over me menacingly. “You stupid fucking bitch,” He spat, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, “What did I do to deserve this, huh? “Well, I don’t know, Jeff, let’s fuckin’ see,” I started, rage giving me the strength to stand on my feet again, “In the month that it’s been since I fucking killed a man, I haven’t seen you for shit, you haven’t even asked me how the fuck I’ve been the entire time I’ve been in Vancouver, and then, then, after all that bullshit, you miss my fucking birthday? No!” “You’re the one that wanted to be big billy bad ass with that guy! I told you I was gonna take care of it!” He gritted back, “When, Jeff? When he fuckin’ killed me?"I growled, tilting my head in anger and squinting at him, "And let’s not fuckin’ forget Tanya, now, shall we?” He snatched me up by the front of my t-shirt and pulled me to his chest, “Don’t even fuckin’ start." 

"What are you gonna do, Jeffrey?” I snorted, looking up at him unafraid, “Hit me?” “Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” Norman roared, shoving Jeff from the side and ripping him away from me. They fell to the floor again and grappled, exchanging fists once more before the door was finally busted in and 3 Dallas police officers barged through. 

Naturally, because Dallas is what Dallas is, all three of us were handcuffed and thrown in the back of police cars and carted off to Lew Sterrit, the officers explaining “our celebrity” status required them to take us some place more “secure” Whatever. It took aproximately 4 hours for Josh, Jensen, and Jared to show up, and in the mean time I could still hear Norman and Jeff through the thin walls of the interregation rooms they were holding us in. “Jesus fucking Christ, you two, shut the fuck up!” I shouted loudly enough for them to hear me. “Fuck you!” I heard Jeffrey roar back. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that, fucker!” “Fuck you too!” “I swear to fucking god I’m going to kill both of them,” I mumbled lowly to myself, irritation at the situation spilling over. When my brothers did finally get around to bailing us out, the looks on their faces told me all I needed to know about how they were feeling. “What the fuck happened, Ky?” Jared asked, confusion and irritation flitting across his face. “Yeah, explain to everyone why they had to bail us out.” Jeffrey spat as we exited the building. “Because you’re a fucking psycho.” I hissed, head snapping towards Jeff as we made our way to the cars. He barked out a laugh and moved his hand to cover his mouth, cocking an amused eyebrow, “You fuckin’ serious right now?” Norman instantly gave Jeff a shove against the car, Jared and Jensen moving instantly to pull him off, “Dude, we’re in the fuckin’ jail parking lot.” Jared reminded him. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that. That’s why you lost her right there,” Norman gritted out, huffing and puffing his chest out as the boys held him back from Jeff, who was equally seething, “You act like she don’t have emotions, which she does if you took three seconds to look her in the face instead of eye-balling her fucking tits!" 

Jeffrey growled at the man but didn’t advance, shaking his head as he opened Jared’s car door and got in the passengers side. "Josh’s got to get home, so you two are riding with me,” Jensen glared, fingers directed towards me and Norman “Yessirr” I snorted, giving him an exaggerated salute as I crawled into the back seat of his convertible. 

“Kylin, you know what people are gonna say about this,” Jensen scolded after I spilled the beans and told him wht happened on our way to my parents’ house. “So? People already say shit about us. Jeff’s the one that fucked that shit up, not me.” I assured, crossing my arms over my chest with a huff. “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine, either, princess,” Jensen retorted, earning him a snort from Norman. “Look, Jeff and I are done, Norm and I like each other..or whatever this is,” I explained, shifting in the backseat to lean between the driver and passenger sides, “I’m not gonna feel bad for shit, and Norman shouldn’t either.” “Norman should probably feel a little bad,” Jensen contested, waving his hand back and forth in that “prolly about half way” motion. “And I fuckin’ do, okay? You think I wanted to fall for my best friends girl?” Norman shook his head, running his index and thumb over his chin as he gazed out the building whizzing by as Jensen drove. The dark purple bruise on his cheekbone flowering against his flushed face, “I feel like a fuckin’ asshole, man. I’m supposed to be Jeff’s friend, your friend.” He turned his head back to motion to me, “And that moment in the airport when you hung up that phone and then told me you were really through, allI could think about was how I might have a chance.” The car was silent for a moment as I sat back in my seat, sighing slightly at the idea that Norman felt like he was betraying his friend. I suddenly felt like I pushed him into this, and tears welled up and threatened to spill over as my lip quivered. “I"m sorry, Norm. It was a mistake.” “No, it wasn’t, babe. It’s a shitty situation, yes, but I do care about you, and I’m not going to do what he did.” Jensen nodded his head in approval as he cleared his throat, “Look, sis, this is soemthing that the two of you are gonna have to work through. Shit’s about to rain down on all three of ya'lls heads and I’m guessing I'mma get dirty in the process. Keep shit as low key as possible for now, would be my advice, but you know that shit don’t usually work that way.” The rest of the ride back was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts until we pulled into the driveway. Jensen put the car in park and turned to Norman, speaking in a low, stern voice, “Why don’t you go on inside for a minute, I need to have a word with my sister.” Norman nodded his head, glancing at me for a second with a small smile before exiting the vehicle and walking towards the entrance of the house. “What, bubs, spit it out,” I urged, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms again. “Look, I’m not going to lecture you or fight with you like last time, but this shit is bad, Ky. I mean, come one, Norman? That’s worse than if you'da run off with Corey.” “Jesus,” I huffed, shaking my head in annoyance, “It just….happened, okay? I’ve loved Norm for a long time, but I didn’t think of it as anything because of Jeff. Thought it was a friendship thing since he’d been there with me through so much shit. Then I was drunk and thinking and realized that the reason why I loved him was because he’d been there for me through all of it. He’s the one that stayed up with me when Jeffrey was with that bitch, He’s the one that made sure I was taken care of constantly and never needing anything. He’s the one that eventually showed me the fucking truth. He’s given me so many fucking opportunities to be independent, Jensen,” the tears were back now, and I sniffed the snot that was trying to run down my nose and wiped my eyes, “and not to mention Vegas….Jesus, he helped me fuckin’ kill a man.” “I know, sis…” Jensen whispered, nodding, “He’s the only one that’s checked up on me since then. Jeffrey avoided me, Corey’s still ignoring me…"I snorted again, wiping more tears, "Norman’s the one who actually made it a point to come to my fucking birthday party. Jeffrey just covered up his neglect with a fucking Camero and a text message.” “It’s a pretty sweet car, though.” Jensen reasoned, “Fuck yeah it is, and I’m keeping it too.”

“Everything okay?” Norman asked as I walked out into the backyard where he was sitting with my mom, smoking a cigarette. I plopped myself down beside him and stole one out of his pack, sighing deeply on exhale once it was lit.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I don’t know what to think of this birthday.” I chuckled, small smile crossing my face as he switched hands holding his smoke to tangle his free fingers with mine. “Ya’ll are just adorable.” My mom cooed, smug smirk on her face like she’d just got done watching The Notebook or something. “You know, it is still technically your birthday,” Norman snorted, taking another drag as he squeezed my fingers, “Let’s go out tonight, we can go to that little bar we went to last time we were in Deep Ellum.” “Ooo that sounds like a lovely idea, dear.” My mom agreed. ”You’ve gotta  black eye, I look like shit. I’m good.” “It is your birthday, babe. Plus, I’ll wear my shades and no one will even know.” Norman insisted, pushing his sunglasses onto his nose to show that it covered the bruising on his face. I rolled my eyes.

“Go have fun, Kylin.” My mother urged.

“Fiiiine, okay. Something low-key though. I’ve had enough excitement for the day.”

We wound up at a little metal bar in Deep Ellum called July Alley, and sat in a back booth snuggled closley together after after pizza at the resturant next door. “I swear, I’m just gonna start callin’ you Whiskey, Sweetheart,” Norman chuckled as I was delivered my 5th shot of crown by the waitress giving him googly eyes that he wasn’t paying attention to. “I’m pretty sure it already makes up for about a third of my blood supply,” I snorted before knocking the shot back and humming at the delicious burn of the amber liquid, “It’s the only thing my stomach can stand to drink.” Norman barked out a laugh and shook his head, his fringe falling into his eyes under his Snapback, “Mine too, probably after hanging out with you so much.” “What can I say, I’m a bad influence,” I giggled sweetly. “Yeah, you are.” He agreed, throwing an arm behind my shoulders and reeling me into his side to kiss the crown of my head, “Happy birthday, princess.” “Thank you,” I smiled up at him, my fingers moving a piece of hair out of his face gently before running down the scruff decorating his cheek and jaw, “Thanks for everything.” “Ain’t a problem, girl,” He assured, his pretty chrystaline eyes dancing around my face, “I ain’t goin’ no where.” I smiled back at him and continued to play with his beard, running my thumb over his cheekbone as his free hand found its own way into my hair. The next thing I knew he was pulling my face towards his, touching our lips together in the first kiss since the night before. It was warm, inviting, and safe-feeling, something I’d been looking for for a long time. He tasted like cigarettes and Jack Daniels, with a little bit of garlic left over from the pizza. I smirked into his mouth as his tongue danced with mine, reveling in the low moan vibrating his chest as he tightened his fingers into my curls to pull me closer. HIs hand around my shoulders squeezed gently before he pulled away from me slowly, our lips finally breaking apart as our eyes opened and we stared at each other adoringly. 

“I’m so happy I can do that now.” He breathed, heart beat still steadily thumping against my own, “Don’t have to just think about it anymore.” “Me too,” I grinned back, face reddening suddenly under his soul-baring eyes. I nuzzled myself into his neck as he pulled out his phone, opening the selfie-camera and holding it back to get us both in the shot. I shook my head but smiled for the camera, followed by another with us both making goofy faces. He had shoved his sunglasses on to cover his black eye, and he played with the filters on his phone, giving it a spooky kind of vibe before opening instagram and to post it. “Watch your caption.” I chuckled. “Pffft, what do you think I am, stupid?” He snorted back, cocking an eyebrow at me as he typed out the caption. “Happy birthday to one of my best friends.” “Awh, I’m one of your best friends, Reedus?” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. “Shut up,” he blushed, shaking his fringe infront of his eyes to try and hide, “You know you are.” “Still nice to hear it, though.” I grinned at him, resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed the crown of my head flippantly before tucking his phoen back in his pocket after checking his notifications, letting out a sigh at some of the comments, “So, how’re we gonna play this?” “What do you mean?” He held his mouth in a flat line and barely squinted his eyes sarcastically as he held up his phone, the picture of us already getting mulitple comments; “Where’s Jeffrey?” “I bet they’re fucking” “Since when are they so close?” “Jesus Christ,” I barked as he turned his phone back around and continued to scroll through. “Yeah…” “Um, Well, I don’t know.” Norman bobbed his head up and down in thought for amoment, drumming this thumbs along the edge of the table in front of him, “Probably should keep things a little quiet until shit settles between you and Jeff.” I sighed, nodding in agreement, “You’re probably correct.”

“So when you goin’ back to ‘Couver?” Norman asked quietly as we sat on my parents’ couch. Everyone else was asleep and the house was quiet and dark save the dim light pooling in from the kitchen. “Tomorrow,” I sighed, rubbing my temples with annoyance, “I’ve got to get Misha prepared to go home for the holiday plus make sure he’s everywhere he needs to be afterwards.” “Tense.” “He’s annoying.” “Seems like it.” I snorted at him and shook my head, bringing my glass of amber gold to my lips and sipping deeply. “Then you comin’ back here for Thanksgiving?” He questioned, taking a sip of his own glass.

“Yeah, Thanksgiving with my family. What are you doing?” “Gonna be in New York with Ming. His mom’s got some crazy thing to do in France or something.” “Fun” “Probably not. He’s getting to the age where he’s too cool to hang out with his ol’ man.” “I’m too cool to hang out with you too but here I am.” “Asshole.” “Generally, yeah."I retorted, stiffling a yawn with the backside of my hand. "Tired?” Norman asked with an amused smirk. “Fuckin’ exhausted.” I answered, placing my glass on the coffee table and stretching my arms over my head. “Come 'ere,” Norman whispered, stretching out across the couch and patting his thighs as he turned on his side and pressed himself against hte back cushions. I grabbed the throw blanket from the arm chair, wrapping the fuzzy fibers around me before spreading it out over Norman and joining him, my back pressed agains this chest as he wrapped his wide shoulders and arms around me. My head fell comfortably on his bicep underneath me and he nuzzled his nose into my hair, kissing me right behind my ear. “Mmm, this is nice.” I purred as I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, enjoying the sensation of his arms tangled around me. “Mhmmm,” he cooed back, tightening his grip as we drifted off to sleep.

[impala-dreamer]

Meeting up.with dean after the croatoan stuff. Getting drunk and horny

Shoulder To Cry On

Season 2

Dean x Reader

1,020 Words

Warnings: Smangst. Feels. Angst. Drinking, Sexy Times. NSFW

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Dean took a long drink from the bottle and swallowed, letting the whiskey burn in his throat as the clear glass lingered on his bottom lip. He stared off at nothing, green eyes focused on the trauma he left behind. 

“It was crazy. I thought-” He shook his head and dropped it, looking down at the ugly orange carpet between his legs. He set the bottle down next to him and plucked at the shag, twirling a strand of fiber between two fingers. “Thought we were all gonna die.” 

You leaned forward and lay your hand atop his before stealing the bottle away. “But you didn’t.” 

He looked up and you smiled; a little drunk, a little squirmy, a little shocked that Dean Winchester had called you out of the blue for a drink. He only called lately when he wanted a quick fuck, but when you opened the motel room door and saw him standing in the rain, you knew it was more than that this time. He looked tired, heavy, like his shoulders bore the weight of the world at twenty-seven. He had no right to look so old already. He held you for the longest time when you let him in, just burying his face in the crook of your neck while he crushed his arms around you. He didn’t cry, not even now as he spoke about the last week, but you could tell he was close to it. 

“And I’m real glad you didn’t,” you added before taking a deep drink. 

He laughed at that, a little thing that lifted his cheeks and made him lick his lips. “Yeah, me too.” 

It sounded wrong and you cocked your head as you looked him over. “Are you?” 

His eyes lifted to yours. “Am I what?” 

“Glad you didn’t die.” 

It was a simple enough question, but it seemed to punch him in the gut. He sank down a little, slumping against the foot of the bed. He bent his right knee and let his arm rest on it, fingers slowly rubbing together in a self-soothing motion. 

He didn’t rush to answer which told you everything you needed to know. You scooted closer, jeans dragging across the carpet. 

“Dean…” 

He shook his head and cleared his throat. “I don’t want to die,” he said quickly, but the pause after took up too much space. “I’m tired.”

“We don’t have to talk, it’s OK.” 

“No.” He looked up, eyes piercing yours. “No, I mean, I’m tired, Y/N. Tired of crappy motel rooms and crisscrossing the freakin’ country. Tired of not having a roof over my head. Tired of no friends, no family. Tired of worrying about what’s gonna happen to Sam.”

“What’s going to happen to Sam?” 

He froze, face paling. “N-nothing. I don’t know. You know what I mean!” 

He was lying, but you let it go, backing away slightly. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” He reached for your hand and you offered the bottle instead. He took it but put it aside, taking your hand and pulling you to him. “I didn’t come here to cry on your shoulder.” 

“Yes you did,” you teased, sitting up on your knees and moving to his side. He watched as you came close, lips parting slightly as his eyes glazed. “But that’s OK.” You ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned at the touch. “I’m always here, Dean. Anytime you want me.” 

His hand shot up to close around your wrist, a gentle pressure that held you to him. “I always want you,” he whispered, lips turning to kiss your pulse. “I just get a little side-tracked now and then.” 

You laughed softly and leaned in, kissing the scruff on his cheek. “I don’t mind. I’ll take what I can get.” 

Dean sighed as your kisses moved across his jaw and down to the tender flesh behind his ear. He growled when you bit down on his lobe and he shifted, body turning towards yours, hands grabbing at the curve of your waist. 

“Get over here.” His voice was deep and cracked, his fingers rough as he set you in his lap. He slid his hands up under your shirt, slyly popping the clasp of your bra while you tickled his throat with your lips. 

You rolled your hips in his lap, feeling that telltale hardness beneath you. He was getting excited and his roaming hands set a quick pace. When they settled on your breasts, his lips found yours and the animal inside Dean Winchester was released. He sucked at your lips, twisted your nipples, molded your flesh in his big hands. 

“Let’s get in bed,” you breathed, barely able to keep your eyes open as he popped the button on your jeans and slipped a finger into your panties. 

“No.” His growl was intense, breath hot on your neck as he bit down. “I want you right here.” His hand pushed downward, covering your pussy, the tip of his middle finger teasing at your slit. “Now.” 

A high-pitched gasp left your lips as that finger went deeper and you clawed at his t-shirt, nearly ripping his collar away. “Please.” 

Dean kissed you hard and then pushed you back a few inches, reaching for his belt. “No need to beg, Sweetheart. I already told you I’m in.” 

You rolled off of him, but only for a moment, just long enough to tug your jeans from your hips and kick them away. Dean was on you before you reached for your panties, falling down over you with a hunger in his eyes that took your breath away. He kissed you deep and spread your knees with his thick hips, urging your legs apart as he pulled your panties to the side. 

“Do it,” you begged. “Please.” 

Dean pushed up on his arms, locking his elbows as he peered down at you, a smile curling his plump lips. “I’m glad I called,” he said with a smirk as the tip of his cock nudged at your clit. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, pussy leaking anew, ready for him. “Me too.” 

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[phanbliss]

Distraction (Phan)

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11890335 

Title: Distraction

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.7k, one-shot

Summary:  Dan is about to start his live show, but Phil has other plans. He's also got his needs. And disregarding them might be a fantastic terrible idea.

Inspired by prompt on tumblr: My prompt is Dan doing his ls and Phil distracting him until he has to leave the ls early. You know what I mean by distracting right?

"Phil. Phil. No, Phil. Stop."

Phil briefly pauses, shoots him a dejected look.

He doesn't stop.

"Phiiiiiil--" Oh. Oh. That's quite nice. "PHIL! I -- I can't -- I can't cancel again!"

Phil's face is the definition of innocence as he glances at Dan again, doe-eyed and only a little flushed. "Why not?"

Why not?

Dan almost can't remember, not with Phil pinning him to the bed like this.

It's a Tuesday night, the night of Dan's live show. Normally, he would soon start setting it up and go live in less than 15 minutes, but somehow he and Phil ended up here, in the bedroom, and one thing led to another, and now Phil is somewhere above him, quite unwilling to let Dan go.

Suddenly, he feels his jeans being pulled down; Phil used his moment of distraction to his own advantage.

Dan's resolve is melting, melting, melting.

"Because..." Phil kisses him slowly, rendering him unable to speak as well as getting rid of most of his, completely valid, arguments. "Because I canceled for... two weeks in a row?"

"So?" Phil asks nonchalantly, kissing his way towards Dan's neck. The bastard.

"So I can't do it again," Dan protests. His voice sounds far more strained than he would want it to. "They'll get -- they'll get suspicious."

"So?"

"Phil."

No response comes, but Dan is quite sure that instead, he will have a hickey somewhere right below the collar of his shirt. He gasps. Phil still doesn't stop, his fingers now slipping underneath Dan's boxers.

He could start a little late...

The alarm rings - Dan always sets one before his live shows, lest he forget - bringing him back to sanity. He wraps his arms around Phil's neck and pulls him close, kissing him, then whispers somewhere close to his mouth.

"Later."

Phil, at first, looks quite disappointed and Dan expects him to put up a fight, but then a flash of something he can't quite name runs through his face. He lets out a theatrical sigh.

"Can't believe you'd ditch me for some strangers off the internet," Phil whines. "I'm almost jealous."

"I've always had a thing for internet strangers," Dan replies easily, and Phil smiles in return.

Phil kisses him again, this time with a little less heat, and lets him sit up. Dan does, although he can't help feeling disappointed, but he knows that it's the one scheduled thing they are supposed to be doing weekly, and he already cancelled twice. Once due to going out with Phil, once for a project, also with Phil. Cancelling to get laid (how strange, that also happens to involve Phil) would probably be the best option of the three, but not when he's already skipped his live shows for two weeks in a row.

Phil stands up and Dan follows, grabbing his jeans, but Phil stops him.

"You won't need those, will you?"

"Err, yes I will...? Do you want our subscribers to see my boner, Phil?"

Phil laughs at that, but still snatches the jeans away and leans forward to whisper in Dan's ear.

"We're continuing as soon as you're done. Leave them. It's not like they can see it."

Dan's eyes widen as his heartbeat quickens.

This will be a very short live show. He'll make something up.

"Fine, you perv." Once again, their lips meet. Phil pulls him flush against him, runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up completely.

Very short live show. Yup.

Surely twenty minutes will do.

-

There is still a blush on his cheeks when he goes live and people start signing in. Three minutes in, he's got over fifteen thousand viewers, and all he can think of is Phil, waiting for him in the bedroom. Meanwhile, he's sitting here a little distance from the desk, and he should really focus.

The chat, as always, is quite flooded. He starts reading the questions, hoping to regain a little control over things.

"Why are you so red? I don't know, must be the light. The light is really, and I mean really bad in this room." Yeah, totally. The light. "When is the next gaming video? Good question, good question. That depends on when Phil will stop being a lazy twat and edit it. We've already filmed it, you're gonna like it."

"Why don't you watch Supernatural?" He rolls his eyes. "I don't think I could handle the amount of hot male flesh per second, to be honest. I mean, look at Jensen Ackles, look at me, figure it out. Plus it's got like, a billion episodes."

Slowly, he's getting into the zone. He starts spinning in his chair a little and tells his subscribers about one of his most recent awkward encounters, trying to be as emotive as possible, if only to distract himself from the thought of Phil.

It's working, kind of, until Phil himself appears in the room. Dan spots him through the corner of his eye and frowns in his direction, unsure whether he should be announcing his appearance to the chat or not.

He ignores the chat completely in favor of staring at Phil questioningly. Phil doesn't say anything, merely walking closer, and puts his finger on his lips, telling Dan to be quiet.

What the hell is he up to?

The chat is now filled with questions along the line of what are you looking at, is Phil there, what's wrong.

He looks back to the camera, knowing he's been looking at Phil for entirely too long, and says, "What am I looking at? Um -- there's a -- a moth in here. It's huge. Should I be scared?"

Phil, upon reaching the desk, bends over and then kneels so as to avoid being within view of the camera. Dan's brain still hasn't caught up with the action, he merely stares mutely, and then, suddenly, there is a hand on Dan's thigh and that's when he starts to put two and two together.

Fuck.

He shoots Phil a death glare, but is met with an amused look in return, and underneath it, he finds lust.

He could kick Phil in the nuts right now, but --

He swallows thickly and turns his eyes back towards the chat, knowing he has ignored it for far too long, and the messages confirm it.

"It's just the moth everyone," he says, trying to steady his voice. "I -- at some point I might go catch it. Or tell Phil to catch it, that's probably a better plan."

Phil places both his hands on Dan's thighs and spreads them ever so slightly, then kisses Dan right where his boxers end, sucking on the flesh briefly before letting go.

Dan gasps before he can school himself.

"Phil is always the one catching all the bugs in this household. I mean, what if one flies into my eye? Can you imagine that? I would probably poke my own eye out. Or just -- or like, just die on the spot," he rambles. Phil's lips are moving farther up his thigh. "C-Caroline just asked me for hints about the new gaming video... Well, Caroline..."

He pauses, feeling Phil's hand touching him through his boxers. He's already hard, again.

His eyes travel downwards once more, immediately met by Phil's, and judging by the look on his face, he isn't about to stop. The fucker's smiling, and it looks so smug, and if not for the live show then Dan would --

Fuck. Phil starts moving his hand, rubbing him now, still through the boxers. And against all common sense, because this is the worst idea everand so much could go wrong, Dan doesn't want him to stop.

Right. He was answering a question.

"What was I saying? Oh yeah. Gaming video. Um, sorry, I forgot who asked that." He pretends to scroll up the chat, as if trying to find their name, but it's long lost in the sea of messages, most of them commenting on his strange behavior. Great. "Anyway, whoever it was, the hint is that ballsare involved. That's right guys, a lot of ball action with Dan and Phil."

He tries to pull a creepy expression, but fails entirely, since Phil, as if on cue, moves to that area of his body. Still through the boxers, the fucking tease.

He gulps.

"Some people are -- are having the wildest ideas up here in this chat," he says. "Get your minds out the gutter! Obviously I meant golf balls. And there's no hint now, right, I've gone and spoiled it for you. Well done guys."

Dan freezes for a moment when Phil's fingers undo the fly at the front of his boxers and --

And he touches him, takes his length in his hand, and Dan's toes curl, but he can't shut his eyes, no, that would just --

"Right!" He ignores all the what's wrong with you's. "Let's check them premiums. Um, right. Say happy birthday to my friend Lily. Happy birthday, your friend Lily. Say hi to the insert weird name here group chat. Hello, weirdo group chat."

Phil starts moving his hand up and down, and Dan wants to look at him; he feels his eyes on him, waiting, but Dan can't.

There are now seventeen thousand viewers.

"Lara asks if I'm okay," he rasps. The speed of Phil's movements increases. "I'm -- I'm fine, thank you Larry. I mean, Lara. Sorry about that. I think I'm coming down with something. Some peasant sneezed on me at Starbucks last week. I mean, not that I think they were a peasant, or that being a peasant is bad --" Phil's fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock and his other hand starts playing with his balls, which, to be honest, ironic, but not funny at all to Dan. He is struggling to keep his breath steady. "But sneezing on me is just rude, you know what I mean? Who does that? I bet there are... I bet there are people... Who just go around sneezing and infecting others on purpose. I'm sure. Humans..." Phil pauses, only to lick up and down his length once before resuming his previous activity. "Bloody hell... Humans..."

Unable to help himself, he looks down.

Phil's hair is mussed, the top of his shirt is undone, and he is looking back at Dan without stopping for a moment. There is a smirk on his face, but the look in his eyes only speaks of desire, not mischief.

Dan should have cancelled the live show. Definitely.

"George's asked me how I'm doing. Well George, I kind of already answered that, but I'm, um, I'm alright. Aside from the -- from the plague, of course." Unwittingly, he bucks his hips in Phil's direction. He shifts slightly in the chair to cover for it. "How are you all? Type one word to say how you are, go. Or type five, I don't care. Or twenty."

Dan wishes they would all just type and talk to each other without his presence, but that's not exactly how live shows work.

Phil stops with no warning, leaving Dan hard, confused, distracted and needy. Is that it, then? He's ruined his live show just to tease him? Typical Phil.

He glances down again just in time to meet Phil's eyes when he takes his cock into his mouth, immediately making him gasp. He moans quietly in response and fakes a cough. Hopefully they haven't heard.

"Seriously, who sneezed on me," he whines. Phil's lips are now at the base of his length, sucking softly before moving back up. "Um, so Jessica said she is bored. I get you, Jessica." He can't resist adding, "I'm so bored right now."

Phil huffs, as if offended, and licks around the tip for a moment before taking him in his mouth again.

"Everyone seems upset," he manages. "I'm not bored with you. I'm just -- I don't know."

Phil's lips are warm and perfect, very slowly moving up and down, at times stopping, only to be briefly replaced by his tongue. The screen of Dan's laptop is shifting in and out of focus as he fights the urge to throw his head back, shut his eyes and moan. Or start fucking Phil's mouth. He wants to move his hips, move his whole body, but he can't just leave after ten minutes. That, and everyone seems to think he is acting strangely, so he needs to fix that before he leaves.

"Someone's asked me if I like cheese. I don't really --" Phil takes him in deep, moves back up, swirls his tongue around the tip. "I don't care for chairs, no..."

He covers another moan with a cough as Phil repeats exactly what he just did, only a little faster.

"Chairs? Oh, I meant cheese. And I don't mind cheese, it's fine on pizza, but Phil kind of hates it. Plus you know, trying to eat vegan, stuff like that."

Phil's lips begin moving faster and faster. Dan's left hand is below the desk, in Phil's hair, gripping it tight as he bobs his head.

Fucking hell.

"Right, I think I--" He's close, startlingly close, and so quick. "I think I'm gonna - answer some more premiums and then - and then go. I don't feel well, sorry guys. Fever, maybe."

The chat is flooded with NOOOOOOOOOO and what's going on dan and are u high and it's really time to go. Frantically, he clicks through the premium messages, looking for something to respond to.

"When are you going to get a dog?" Even in his state, the question is amusing. It's only asked twenty thousand times per live show. "Ask Phil. When are you coming to Brazil? Tomorrow. How is Riverdale?"

Phil sucks him hard, harder and harder. The pressure inside him is so pent up he feels as though he might explode. He wants to chuck the laptop out the window, stand up and show Phil how fucking annoyed he is and how much he needs him right now, but --

"Riverdale is -- well, I mean, it's um, Riverdale."

He shuts his eyes despite trying so hard not to. Every second brings him closer to his release. Against his will, he moves in time with Phil's lips, once, twice, and he realises this can't go on much longer.

No. Not like, not even two seconds longer.

Forcefully, he presses the power button on his laptop and turns it off.

"Fuck -- fuck you so much, Phil!" he yells when it's safe to speak without being seen, finally putting both his hands in Phil's hair, torn between anger at him messing up his live show and white hot lust running through his veins. "Are you insane? What are they going to -" he cuts off and moans with pure need, looking down and meeting Phil's eyes. He does not look one bit remorseful.

It feels good, so good, and the anger is there, but so is this, this insane pleasure --

"Don't stop. Don't -- don't stop."

He pushes Phil's head as close as possible each time he moves away, and Phil gets the hint. He increases the speed, adding tongue and using his hand to touch where his mouth doesn't reach, and he doesn't stop.

He doesn't stop.

"I'm close," he shouts. Phil still doesn't stop.

About a minute after Dan suddenly ended his live show, stars erupt before his eyes and he comes with a loud moan, finding his release inside Phil's mouth. Phil keeps moving until Dan is spent and slumps backward into the chair. He then swallows and looks up, staring at Dan as he recovers.

"Fuck you," Dan breathes, eyes closed, head tilted backwards.

"You're welcome," Phil says, voice low and husky.

It takes Dan half a minute to find the strength to even open his eyes. When he does, he finds Phil standing up in front of him, his eyes wide, pupils blown.

This isn't over. No, hell no. They've only just started.

Dan stands up, almost pushing Phil onto the desk, and meets his eyes, matching the desire found in them.

"I'm going to get you for this."

-

Two hours later, Dan sends out a tweet.

@danielhowell sorry everyone my laptop decided to implode during the live show so ive now had a fun two hours trying to clean up the mess

He never comments on that live show again, despite the questions that come back every week.

[13imagineswhy-blog]

Beauty || Clay Jensen x Chubby!Reader

Anon, you don’t know how happy it makes me to know that people like my writing enough to actually binge read it. 😭👌 I can definitely do this. One thing I can’t stand in chubby!reader imagines is when they make you just despise yourself. Like, if you’re not the recommended weight, you automatically have to hate your body. I’ve been wanting to write one for that exact reason.

Word Count: 905

Warnings: Marcus Being a Douche

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    Ask anyone in Liberty High, and they'd all tell you the same thing; no one went without getting their fair share of bullying. Except, that is, for the bullies, and the people with targets on their heads, they got twice as much. Like Hannah Baker, who never could seem to keep herself out of the rumors. Or Tyler Down, who was shunned by everyone for the sole reason that Justin Foley told them to.

    You were one of the handful of girls in the school who weren't the average size of what many called the populars, but it didn't seem to dent your reputation by much. You were liked by a lot of people, many of them being guys, despite the stigma that claimed 'you can't get a man unless you're thin.'

    You opposed anything and everything that promoted shedding weight for the enjoyment of others. If you're going to lose weight, you should do it for yourself. Because you want to, not because you think you're not beautiful unless you do.

    There were plenty of scientifically backed reasons as to why just because someone has a bit of extra meat on them, that does not mean they're not healthy. In fact, you prided yourself on being able to beat Sheri Holland in short and long distance sprints.

    Of course, things had to get bad at least once. It was the emergence of Alex's list that had you marked down as thunder thighs. Despite you being able to shrug it off within the first few hours, that didn't stop wandering eyes from finding you in the halls.

    Nothing you weren't used to, of course. You'd been in middle school for three years, and that was way worse. But when things started to turn physical, you found it a lot harder to ignore.

    An encounter with Marcus outside of the girls' bathroom nearly had you willing to go to the principal, as unhelpful as that crabby old man was.

    You had just stuffed all of your books into your locker, preparing to head to gym class, when you decided to get a drink of water. You were leaned over the fountain when it happened. Marcus was right behind you, hands squeezing at your thighs. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a snort and a scoff.

    "I can see why you're on Alex's lists, Y/N. I mean, damn," he said condescendingly. "How many guys have you smothered with these things?"

    You were about to reply with an indignant, but not uncalled for, fuck you when he was suddenly wrenched away.

    You spun around, relieved to see the familiar faces of Jeff and Clay. Jeff had Marcus by the collar of his shirt, looking like he was about to knock his lights out. You took a step towards him, grabbing his arm.

    "It's fine," you said. "He's not worth you getting expelled."

    "No, it's not fine," Clay responded, sounding a whole lot angrier than you were. "Stay away from her, Marcus. If we see you do anything like that again, the two of us are going to report you for sexual harassment. We'll see how good that looks on your perfect record."

    Jeff let him go, giving him a rough push backwards. Marcus nearly tripped over his own two feet trying to scramble away.

    "Thanks," Clay murmured.

     "No problem,  buddy. If you see him creeping around her again, let me know."Jeff replied, striding away towards the stairs "See you two at gym."

    When you and Clay had been left alone, you nudged his shoulder. "You two are awesome, you know that?"

    He smiled weakly. "Jeff's the awesome one."

    "No, I meant what I said," you replied. "Clay, when you get all that I do, you learn not to underestimate people. Jeff's got strength, but you have brains. Threatening Marcus's record was beautiful. Did you see the look on his face?"

    He laughed, nodding, "Okay, yeah. That was pretty good."

    The two of you stood there for a moment. You watched him awkwardly shift from one foot to another, looking like he was trying to decide how to say something. You nudged him again, and when his gaze met yours you gave him a reassuring look.

    "I can see you're struggling with something. Tell me," you said softly.

    "Well, I just... wanted you know that, um," he cleared his throat. "You shouldn't let some stupid list make you feel bad. I think you're more beautiful than any of the girls in this school."

    Your cheeks warmed. You looked down at your feet, trying to hide the stupid grin that had broken out on your face. "Thank you, Clay. You don't have to worry, though. I'm not ashamed of my body, and that includes my 'thunder thighs'."

    His hand slipped beneath your chin, tipping your head up to look him in the eyes. "You don't have-" he breathed a deep sigh. "I think thick thighs are sexy."

    You laughed. "Well, then I'd be the perfect girl for you."

    "I think you would be," Clay replied, sounding completely serious.

    Your smile faded. For as long as you could remember, you'd had the biggest crush on him. He was always the perfect boy. He was tall, lean, and handsome like the populars, but without the bitterness, and ten times the brains. "Clay?" you asked. "Would you want to maybe... go on a date sometime?"

    His tensed shoulders instantly relaxed. "Yes. Yes, I would."

[365daysofj2]

Real Men Head Boop With Kittens

Jensen’s just about finished shoveling the ramp to his elderly neighbor’s house (because the actual contracted snow removal employees never do it and Jensen would never forgive himself if she had a heart attack or fell trying to do it herself) when he hears a strange noise. He stops, but doesn’t hear anything other than the light swish of drifting snow, so he chalks it up to the wind and goes back to his shoveling. But then he hears it again, a high-pitched squeaking that sounds way too much like distressed animal for Jensen’s liking. He takes a few slow, cautious steps towards the three cars that are left in the parking lot, which coincidentally happen to be the three closest to Jensen’s door. He bends down and scrutinizes the underside of his elderly neighbor’s Honda, but doesn’t find anything. He moves on to his upstairs neighbor’s BMW and there, behind the left front tire, he finds a tiny gray kitten shivering in the cold. “Hey there,” Jensen murmurs, very slowly reaching around the tire. He scoops the kitten up in one hand, but adds another when s/he starts to struggle. Jensen pulls her up to his chest and unzips his parka. S/he’s mewling as loudly as she can manage, being half-frozen and all, and Jensen carefully slips her inside his coat to rest in his flannel shirt pocket. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up, okay?” Jensen throws the shovel into a pile of snow, where it sticks straight-up. He’ll get back to the shoveling later. First, he’s got a tiny life to save. He opens his front door and kicks his boots off. Then he grabs an empty cardboard box that he was planning to take to the dumpster and collects all the clean towels from his bathroom. He sets the box on the kitchen counter and throws the towels in the dryer, setting it on medium. Then he removes the kitten from his jacket and sets her in the box. He grabs the now-warm towels after a couple of minutes and wraps her up in them. As he’s working, he notices that she’s wearing a collar with a bell and a tiny tag. He flips on the pendant lights and peers at the tag. It’s a girl, apparently, named Jinnie, and a phone number wraps around the edge of the round tag. Jensen types the number into his phone. The voice that answers seems to be half-asleep. “‘Lo?” “Hey, um, I think I have your cat.” “Oh my God!” The voice suddenly increases in energy and volume. “You mean she got out? Fuck, I didn’t even realize. Where are you?” “The Summit View townhouses,” replies Jensen. “I’m in one of the condos.” “She didn’t go far,” her owner replies. “Thank God. I’m in 8423.” “8435,” replies Jensen. “Come on over. I’m trying to warm her back up, but all I’ve got are towels I threw in the dryer.” “I’ll be there in, like, two minutes.” “Okay, see you then.” Jensen waits for the line to click off and sets down his phone. “Your daddy’s very worried about you,” he tells the teeny feline. “”He should rename you Houdini—you’re apparently quite the escape artist.” Jinnie just gazes at him with wide eyes and mews again. Jensen pockets his phone and moves the box to the dining room table. He starts walking toward the front door just as the doorbell rings. Jensen opens the door to what is quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. He’s wearing a Penguins hoodie, sweatpants, and flip-flops despite the single-digit temperature and double-digit wind speeds, and Jensen has to resist the urge to just grab him and drag him inside. “Get in here, you’re gonna freeze too!” The guy steps over the threshold and Jensen shoves the door closed. He brushes drifted snow out of the shaggy brown hair that’s dangling in unruly curls over his eyebrows and ears. “I came as fast as I could.” He kicks his wet flip-flops off on the mat next to Jensen’s wet boots. “I’m Jared, by the way. I just moved in three weeks ago.” “I’m Jensen. Nice to meet you.” Jensen gestures toward the dining room. “I think she’s okay. Do you know how long she might have been out there?” Jared drags a hand over his eyes. “I opened the door to talk to my neighbor around 7:30, I think? It must have been then.” Jensen glances at the clock. “It’s only a little after 9:00 now, so that’s not so bad.” Jared reaches into the box and strokes her between the ears. His thumb is longer than her head is wide. If he’s proportional, he’s gotta be hung like a fucking horse. He scoops her up in one massive paw, towels and all, and touches his nose to hers. “You can’t go running out in the snow, baby girl,” he says, but it sounds more like praise than admonishment. “If Jensen hadn’t found you, you’d be a Popsicle.” His voice breaks. “I can’t lose you too.” Jensen suddenly feels like he’s intruding on something. He walks into the kitchen and waits a beat. “You want a cup of coffee?” “That’d be great, thanks.” Jared sinks down into one of Jensen’s dining chairs, which is not small by any means, but looks child-size under Jared’s hulking frame. Jensen pops a k-cup into the machine and sets a snowman mug he never bothered putting away after Christmas under the spout. Once the coffee’s ready, he brings the mug over to the table. “I’ve got French vanilla and caramel creamers, if you want some.” “The caramel one would be great.” He’s still cuddling Jinnie close to his chest, and when Jensen brings the creamer bottle and a spoon, Jared does it all with his free hand even though it takes twice as long. “Have you had her long?” Jensen asks, just to break the awkward silence. Jared sips his coffee. “Three weeks. I, uh, lost my dog about two months ago, and my friend found these feral kittens under her porch, and she just brought one over with a litter box and a bag of food and told me it was kitten therapy.” Jensen smiles at that. “You seem pretty attached.” “I never had a cat before,” replies Jared. “I always had dogs, from the time I was born, pretty much. But she’s so sweet and trusting and she just—she really needs me.” “And you need her as much as she needs you.” Jared nods. “Yeah, I kinda do.” He looks up. “Do you—um, are you going to a job later?” “Yeah, I have to be there at 10:30.” “What time do you get off?” “4:00. Why?” Jared looks up and tucks a lock of damp hair behind his ear. “You want to come over for dinner tonight? We could get a pizza and hang out?” Jensen takes one more look at Jared’s massive hands and shy smile and grins so wide he feels the stretch in his jaw. “Yeah, Jared, I’d love to.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 14)

Summary: The reader and Jensen go out to eat with her family with everyone having a good time until the drive home turns into a nightmare...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, near-death experience

A/N: Please enjoy! 

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Saturday Afternoon

“Fuck,” groaned Jensen as you stood up, Jensen still laid back on your bed. You laughed and bent over, kissing him quickly. “Y/N, I mean this in the best possible way but your blowjobs may kill me someday.”

“That was your first one!” you laughed, walking into your bathroom to clean your mouth.

“Like I said, may kill me,” he said, throwing an arm over his face. “Come here, your turn.”

“If you recall, you woke me up in a very, very pleasant way,” you teased. “Although, I’m all for ordering some food and curling up on the couch to watch something the rest of the night.”

“That sounds pretty good to me,” he said. He slipped into the bathroom and washed up for a moment while you finished and headed out to the kitchen. You opened your drawer full of takeout menus and started to flip through them, Jensen popping out a minute later and sitting up on the counter, glancing through them when your phone rang. Jensen swiped it off the far end of the counter and handed it over, watching you answer and press it up to your ear.

“Hey El. What’s up?” you asked.

“Dad just went to thaw out the chicken for dinner and it looks super funky or something so we’re going to go out to eat instead. He wanted to know if you wanted us to pick you up or you wanted to drive yourself? He and mom were thinking Brennen’s,” she said. 

“Uh, what?” you asked.

“Family dinner...you know...that thing we’re doing now…your idea...” she said.

“Oh shit,” you said, smacking yourself in the forehead. “I thought that was Sundays.”

“Yeah but mom has that special teacher conference thing next week so she has to catch a flight tomorrow night,” she said. “You busy or something?”

“Jensen and I were planning on having our own…” you said, Jensen holding out his hand. You handed over the phone and he hit it on speaker. 

“Hi Ella,” said Jensen. “Y/N would love to go to family dinner.”

“See? He gets it,” she said. You cocked your head and put a hand on your hip.

“Well I was planning on having a little date night at home with him,” you said.

“Ew. I don’t need to hear about your sex life,” she said. Jensen laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Excuse me but I have a very good sex life and second-”

“Ew,” you heard Anthony say in the background. “Like seriously, Y/N.”

“Am I on speaker? You know what? Screw both ya’ll. You two can buy your own damn condoms and birth control from now on,” you said. Jensen had a hand over his face, laughing quietly to himself. “Go find mom or dad.”

“What?” you heard your dad shout. You dropped your head to the counter and Jensen burst out laughing. “Hi Jensen.”

“Hey Ethan,” he laughed. You groaned and ran your hands over your face. “I think Y/N wanted to see if I could come to dinner with you guys, right honey?”

“No one bring this up ever again,” you said. “Also, yes.”

“I assumed he would be coming anyways. You want us to pick you up?” he asked.

“No, we’ll drive,” you said. “Brennen’s you said?”

“Mhm. We were thinking six thirty. It’ll be under my name,” he said.

“Sounds good,” you said as you hung up. 

“Hey, you did better than I would have in that situation,” he laughed. “Going out to eat will be fun.”

“But now we have to put on like, actual clothes,” you said.

“I promise that the moment we get home, you won’t have to wear a shred of clothing,” he smirked. “In fact I encourage it.”

“Well when you put it like that,” you said. “What are we waiting for?”

“He screamed like a little girl,” said Jensen, your mom cracking up as you walked through the parking lot after dinner. “He did!”

“We may have to permanently delete that footage,” said your dad, Ella and Anthony making faces behind him as he walked. “Keep it up you two and I won’t invite you to your sister’s movie premiere. Gonna be a lot of hot young Hollywood boys there too.”

“Hey!” they both said, your dad chuckling as you grabbed Jensen’s arm and started to head towards your car. 

“Drive safe,” said your mom. “Text when you get home.”

“We will,” you said, giggling when you were getting into your own car. “It’s almost scary how easily you fit in.”

“You are all insane,” he laughed. “It’s pretty easy. Oh and I think we had something fun planned for after dinner, didn’t we?”

“Oh, yes, we did,” you said. You backed out and saw your parents car in front of you, watching them head out on the street. You went left after them, Jensen turning on your radio and starting to talk about the band playing, mentioning they were in town a few weeks and maybe you’d want to check it out. “That sounds-”

You both stopped talking as you hit the brakes hard, the car behind you nearly slamming into you. The light had been green, it still was, as your dad drove through the intersection. A car had come speeding from the left out of nowhere and ran straight through, ramming right into the side of their SUV, causing them to swerve and flip over. 

“Y/N, get out of the car now,” said Jensen when you realized you were just sitting there. You stared at the flipped vehicle, no one crawling out. You heard a door open and he yanked you out of the car, pulling it over to the side of the road before he ran back and grabbed your hand, dragging you over to the sidewalk. “Stay and call 911. Now.”

“What…” you said, Jensen pulling out his own phone and calling as you kept staring at the overturned vehicle. 

“Stay here,” he said as he jogged over to the car. You heard him say something before he got too far away. You finally followed him, spotting some movement in the back.

“Ow,” said Anthony, crawling out the side window as Jensen helped your mom out who looked like she was waking up.

“Anthony,” you said as you snapped out of it and helped him to the curb. “Are you okay?”

“Not a fucking clue,” he said, putting his head in his hands. 

“Just sit,” you said, Jensen pulling your mom over, giving her his overshirt to press against her head. “Mom?”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. All four of you heard a whiff and turned your heads, spotting a small fire on the underside of the vehicle.

“Anthony, move your mom away, now,” said Jensen as you and him jogged around to the other side. Your dad was groaning and covered in something red, still strapped in his seat. “Y/N get Ella. I got him.”

You could hear him grunt as Jensen forced him out through the smashed window.

“Shit,” he said, Jensen getting covered in blood. He squeezed your dad’s arm and your dad shouted. 

“Get El,” said your dad. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding out, idiot,” said Jensen. He undid his belt with one hand and got it around your dad’s arm, pulling it tight as you finally found your way into the car. Ella was unconscious and upside down, trapped in her seat from what you could tell.

“No, get the girls,” he grunted as you tried to get Ella out of her seatbelt.

“Y/N, move it,” said Jensen. “That fire is getting bigger.”

“She’s stuck,” you said, yanking on it but the thing was jammed. “For fucks sake.”

“Get them out, now!” shouted your dad, his voice going off in the distance and you knew Jensen was pulling him away from the car.

“Y/N! That’s a big fucking fire! Get out of there now!” shouted Jensen.

“I almost got it,” you said, Ella waking up, jerking in her seat when she saw she was upside down. “Hey. You’re okay.”

“Y/N!” you heard more than one person shout. You could smell the smoke, Ella trying to rip her seatbelt off along with you. 

“Y/N,” she said, starting to panic as she looked around, smoke filling up the space.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, looking around and grabbing a shard of glass. It sliced open your hand but you were able to cut through part of the belt. She whined and you knew something else was keeping her pinned in her seat. Suddenly a hand yanked hard on your leg and you were dragged out of the car in one go, Jensen pushing you backwards and diving into the car.

“Sorry, El. This is gonna hurt,” he said. You heard Ella shout but soon he was trying to crawl back out. You pulled on his leg, surprised how much you were able to get them both to move. He dragged her out, her shoulder looking dislocated. You helped him to his feet with her and got a little bit away before a large boom happened behind you. Jensen hit the ground and covered you both as heat filled the air for a moment. You looked back over you shoulder to see the car was overtaken by flames. You scrambled to your feet and pulled them both up and far over to the sidewalk, your mom and brother both taking turns putting pressure on your dad’s arm.

“Fuck,” said Jensen as he fell back, Ella going back with him and whimpering. “You’re okay, Ella. They’ll pop that right back in no problem.”

“Hey,” said your dad, grabbing Jensen’s shirt collar with his good hand, Jensen panting as he looked down at him. “Thank you.”

Your dad looked up at you and nodded.

“Both of you,” he said.

“Next time, let’s order takeout?” you said, getting a laugh from everyone. 

“Y/N,” said Ella, resting her head back against Jensen’s chest. “You better marry this fucking guy someday.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you said, looking at your bloody hand, Jensen staring at it. “I’m fine.”

“Go team,” he said. He held up his hand for a high five and you let out a dry laugh, returning it with your other hand.

“How’s dad doing?” asked Ella.

“I think he’s okay,” said your mom, putting her hand on her head again.

“Mom, I got it. Rest,” said Anthony. She nodded and pressed her own hand to her head again, your dad using his free hand to reach for you. You sat down closer and he grabbed your arm. 

“When I say get out of the fucking car, get out of the fucking car,” he said.

“Make me,” you smiled. He shut his eyes and laughed. “You okay?”

“Super light headed and you know, possibility of dying or losing function of my hand and arm is still in the air but you guys are okay so I’m okay,” he said.

“Stay awake, dad,” said Anthony when he started to relax. “An ambulance will be here really soon I bet.”

“Keep it bandaged and cleaned and you most likely won’t scar,” said the doctor that cleaned up your hand at the hospital an hour later.

“Thanks,” you said. You hopped up and walked over a few stalls where Jensen was hanging out. “They clean up that cut on your back?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Anthony got bumps and bruises and your mom just got a mild concussion and superficial head wound,” he said, pointing further down the line of stalls.

“I’ll check on Ella and my dad,” you said, wandering to the front desk. Ten minutes later you found an enraged Ella sitting in the bone reset room. “Hey El.”

“I can’t play volleyball anymore this year!” she said.

“I thought you just dislocated your shoulder,” you said. 

“She has a grade three concussion, the shoulder, two sprained ankles and a two inch gash on her calf. This girl is lucky considering the severity of the accident,” said the nurse in there.

“At least you’re not burnt to a crisp,” you said as the nurse popped out. 

“I should have been,” she said, glancing down at her lap.

“Nah. We like soft squishy Ella,” teased Jensen as he walked in, getting a smile out of her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly to him before she looked at you. “I know he made you leave the car.”

“Yeah well, I like you runt,” he said to her, ruffling her head. “You get my back next time, alright?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Everyone okay?”

“Seems like it. Dad was still in surgery last I knew but he should be out soon,” you said. “You guys got the worst of it.”

“Do you know about the guy who hit us?” she asked.

“He’s fine,” you said. “Drunk asshole had just a few scratches.”

“Dad’s gonna make that guy’s life hell,” she said.

“Almost makes me feel sorry for the poor bastard,” you said, closing your eyes. 

“Your father is not the one to fear in this situation,” said your mom as she walked in, Anthony on her heels.

“I’m gonna check on dad,” you said, Jensen following you out. You walked over to the elevator to head up to surgery, Jensen holding your hand as the doors shut after you. You turned around and hugged him, letting out a shaky breath.

“S’okay,” he quietly. He ran his hand over your head, kissing your temple. “It’s okay, honey.”

“I could have been in that car,” you said. “You might not have been there and there wouldn’t have been time to-”

“Shh,” he said, holding onto you tight. “Forget all that. What happened sucked but everyone is okay and I’m sure your dad will be just fine. Only person I���ve met that was literally yelling at me for saving his life.”

“He wanted you to save us,” you said.

“You had it,” he said. 

“Why’d you pull me out then?”

“Ella was stuck I figured and hey, better me than you if that fire did go,” he said.

“Don’t say that,” you said.

“Make me,” he smirked. 

“You should really put saving people from car accidents on your resume,” you said. He chuckled and the doors opened, the two of you popping out into the hall.

“The other one was not that bad. I’m gonna wrap you all in bubble wrap so you stay put,” he said. “Let’s go find your dad, Y/N.”

Ten minutes later you were allowed into his room, your dad still groggy from the surgery.

“Hey, sweetie,” he said quietly, a smile on his face. 

“Hey,” you said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Jensen hanging back by the door. You leaned down and gave him a careful hug.

“How’s everyone? I think I passed out at some point,” he said.

“Anthony’s been hurt worse in football and Mom got a small cut on the head. Ella’s banged up but she’s more pissed about missing the rest of volleyball. They’re good, mostly worried about you,” you said.

“How’s your hand?” he asked. “Jensen cut up his back didn’t he?”

“It’s fine,” you said. “He’s fine. Stop worrying. Let us take care of you, okay? You lost a lot of blood.”

“The doctor mentioned a transfusion,” he mumbled.

“I’m sure you got some in surgery and will probably get another before we go home,” you said. “Just rest.”

“I was gonna eat my brownie for dessert at home,” he grumbled. “No chance that survived, hm?”

“No, dad. The leftovers weren’t a priority,” you laughed.

“Like I said, you guys are all nuts,” said Jensen. 

“Hey, kid,” said your dad, nodding for Jensen to come over. “Y/N, go find mom for me. Oh, and see if there’s any chocolate down in that hospital cafeteria,” he said.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get you your sweet tooth fix,” you said, waiting for Jensen to follow but your dad shook his head.

“I gotta talk to this one on our own,” he said. 

“You can say whatever you want to in front of Y/N, Ethan,” said Jensen, looking over at you. 

“Fine. Something like that ever happens again, I don’t care the situation or how bad, you get the kids first, not me,” he said. 

“Dad. If we got Ella out first, you might-” you said before he held up his hand.

“I’m not asking,” he said.

“Well tough shit,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “You can’t force me or him to do that. Whoever is worst gets taken care of first, got it? We didn’t even know. There was no way to know.”

“Y/N-”

“You will not win this hypothetical argument so stop,” you said. “I know you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

“I remember scared dad when I was little,” you said. “I know the look on your face when you are. Let me get mom and the dorks and some sugar for you and you can feel better, okay?”

“Go with her,” said your dad to Jensen. He nodded and you both heard your dad grunt. “Jensen. Call your folks. I’m sure this is all over the news by now. Let them know you’re okay.”

“I wasn’t even in the car,” he said.

“Just call, kid,” he said. “Parents like that.”

“I will,” he said. He followed you out to the hall where you leaned against the wall by the elevators. You sighed and leaned your head back, Jensen giving you a smile. “Hang with your dad, I’ll get the other guys and his snack.”

“You sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” he said. You turned to head back to your dad’s room, Jensen hitting the button to go back down.

“Jensen,” you said, his body turning towards you. “Why haven’t you run off on me yet?”

“Because I love you,” he said. You smiled softly, Jensen returning it. “I didn’t rip you out of that car because I thought I could get your sister out faster, Y/N. I did it because I needed you safe and I’ve never been that terrified in my life. I didn’t know it was possible to be that afraid until two hours ago.”

“You realize we’ve been dating like three weeks,” you said.

“Who gives a fuck?” he smiled.

“I don’t,” you said. You stepped over and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss, Jensen smashing his lips against yours. “Hey fanboy.”

“Yes, honey?” he laughed.

“Lyle Sullivan’s got nothing on you,” you said, Jensen chuckling before he kissed you again. 

“I thought he was a dreamboat,” he said when he pulled back.

“He is. But on a bad day, I’d rather have you on my side. Every time.”

“When things slow down tomorrow, I’m gonna tell you some stuff. Stuff no one knows,” he said.

“Okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out,” you said. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, Y/N,” he said, slipping into the elevator as he bit his bottom lip to keep down his grin. You spun around and went back to your dad’s room, taking a seat in the chair by the bed. You rested your head on his leg and felt his hand run over top of it.

“Really good choice in boyfriend this time, kiddo,” he said. You laughed and felt a rumble in his body. 

“Don’t go anywhere yet, dad,” you said.

“I won’t if I can help it,” he said. “Promise.”

______

A/N: Read Part 15 here!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Don’t Shave

Summary: Jensen’s home for his long summer break which means his hiatus beard is in full effect...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Beard Kink

Word Count: 768

Rating: Mature (language, oral sex (fem receiving))

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo

Jensen had sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he entered the kitchen, pooling on his shirt collar, sticking the fabric to his skin. He went straight for the fridge, letting the cool air get his face for a few seconds before he grabbed an ice cold bottle of water and started to chug it down. He glanced over as he drank, pink lips stretched around the rim of the bottle, his throat swallowing down big gulps. He looked hotter than normal if that was possible.

Not to mention his hiatus beard was grown out and that added a whole other layer of sexiness to him.

He breathed hard when he finished, wiping off the few stray water droplets that had pooled in the pretty brown beard on his face. He set the bottle down on the counter, never breaking eye contact as he stalked over to you, making you take a step back. You were pinned between the cabinets and him, his chest heaving slower now but he was still licking his lips at you.

“I finished staining the wood for your office. It’ll dry out in the sun in no time,” he said. “I can finish up the shelves tomorrow hopefully.”

“That’s great,” you said, nodding at him as Jensen started to smirk.

“Have I lost my touch? Or is someone just playing hard to get?” he teased. You blinked and he leaned closer, nearly brushing his lips against yours. “Does the beard not do it for you anymore? I could shave if-”

“Don’t. Shave,” you said. He gave you a kiss, his face scruffy and soft and his arm shooting around the back of your waist made you yelp against him.

“Does it make me manlier? Tougher? Hotter? I’ve always wondered,” he said, lifting up your shirt an inch, dancing his fingers over the dip of your back. You stared up through your eyelashes, heat pouring off of him. “You get insatiable whenever I’m on hiatus you know. Every single year without fail. Every single day you want some. This fucking beard does things to you. If I had my way, Dean Winchester would have a fucking beard all year round. Maybe next year I keep it, hm?”

“I-I like both,” you said, running your hand over his chest, fisting your hand in his shirt hard. “But…”

“But what? Come on, Y/N. Tell me your secret,” he said, ghosting his breath over your ear, giving your cheek the lightest nuzzle with his own.

“When you have the beard...it means you’re home and when you’re home...we have fun. A lot of fun,” you said.

“Oh. So it’s not the beard,” he said with a teasing tsk.

“Trust me,” you said, Jensen kissing under your jaw, humming when he sucked lightly at the flesh. “The beard is...fuck, Jensen.”

“Beard gets you hot and bothered. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, smiling against you. He slid your shorts and underwear down, cupping your face with both his hands in the next moment. You blinked and bit your bottom lip, hands already reaching for his belt. “Want something?”

You nodded and started to undo his belt, Jensen kissing you slow and deep. He was hard as a rock under the material and it didn’t take much to push the shorts off his body. You reached for the elastic of his boxer briefs but he tsked you.

“No, no,” he said. “Later. This is about the beard after all.”

“Jens-” you said, stopping when he dropped down to his knees, staring up at you. “Shit, you are hot down on your knees like that.”

“Enjoy it, honey,” he said, sliding his hands up your thighs, long fingers grazing over the skin. He moved them around to the back, reaching up to your ass and giving it a squeeze before he pulled your legs forward, your entire body leaning back against the countertop to keep you upright. He smirked as he leaned in close, your hands behind you as you stared down. “Hm, that’s more like it.”

He licked a line through your folds, closing his eyes as he dove in and and began to assault your clit. You threw your head back, trying to get more leverage but he just chuckled, held you steady and started a slow build within you.

You weren’t going anywhere until he had you coming on his tongue and you would feel where that beard had been for days.

Then again, you weren’t going to tell him that’s exactly what you wanted in the first place.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dad’s Worst Nightmare (Part 1)

Summary: The reader has a fight with her dad, Jensen, before she heads to a sleepover at her friends. But the sleepover turns into a big party that ends up changing the reader and her father’s lives forever...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader 

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, underage drinking, mentions of drugging, pissed off Jensen

A/N: I felt like trying something different to get me out of some writer’s block so here’s my first Jensen daughter series!...

A/N #2: The reader is 17 years old in this series...

“But dad-”

“I don’t care,” said you dad, your eyes rolling in response. “You’re not sleeping over Sara’s tonight.”

“Mom said I could,” you said, Danneel walking into the kitchen.

“What’d I say you could?” she asked, opening up the fridge.

“You said I could sleepover Sara’s tonight,” you said. Your mom winced and looked at your dad, his face turning to a scowl.

“Sorry, Jay. I did tell Y/N earlier in the week she could. The girl’s are having a night,” she said, you dad frowning.

“This is my first weekend home where all our schedules aren’t crazy in over a month,” said your dad, looking at you. “The little guys are with their grandparents. You played your last soccer game of the season last weekend. You don’t want to hang out with me for one night?”

“I’m seventeen dad,” you said, his head shaking. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal? I haven’t spent any time with my oldest kid in forever, that’s the big deal,” he said.

“Mom,” you said, looking to her for some help. “Please tell your husband everyone else’s lives aren’t put on hold the second he decides to come home from playing dress up.”

“Playing dress puts food on that table,” said your dad. “And I do not-”

“Mom, you said I could stay at Sara’s. Her parents will be home and I don’t have indoor soccer until noon which I will certainly be on time for,” you said, glaring over your shoulder at your dad.

“Did you finish your homework?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said, cocking your head. She held up her hands in defeat. “Thank you.”

“You’re letting her go?” asked your dad, your eyes wide.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said, his own wide right back at you. “What do you want from me? I get straight A’s. I’m on honor roll and do a million clubs and sports and volunteer and work at the brewery and I babysit all the time and I keep my room clean and do chores and I even have my college application already written thank you very much. What more do I possibly have to do to be good enough, huh?”

“Y/N, that’s not-”

“I’m going to pack,” you said, storming out of there before you did something that got you grounded.

“Y/N,” asked your mom as she drove you to Sara’s. You hummed from the passenger seat, staring out the window. “Your dad just misses you is all, sweetie.”

“Could have fooled me,” you said, biting your lip, hoping she didn’t call the whole thing off on you for that. You turned in your seat, Danneel not saying anything as she kept driving. You’d known her since you were little, about five years old and she’d always been mom to you, even if she wasn’t biologically. You absolutely loved your siblings and being a big sister to them but you couldn’t help but feel like in recent years you were the “accident” child. You were, not that your dad would have ever said something like that to you, but things had been different lately and you’d chalked it up to growing up and becoming independent at first. Now, you felt like keeping a nice barrier from your dad was a good thing. You’d be eighteen in a few months and the next year you could leave and finally let him have the life he actually wanted without the kid he didn’t mean to make around.

“...you hear what I’m saying, honey?” said your mom, your head nodding as if you’d heard anything of what she’d been going on about the past five minutes. She pulled up outside of Sara’s, ruffling your head.

“Mom,” you groaned, trying to slide out of the car.

“I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow so we can swing home and get you changed for your game, okay?” she asked.

“You have brewery stuff tomorrow, don’t you,” you said, her face falling. “S’okay. Not everyone’s parents come to their games.”

“Dad’ll love to go for the both of us. Call if you need anything,” she said, your head nodding as you grabbed your backpack. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you said, giving her a wave as she backed out. She paused a minute before you jogged up to the front door and Sara opened it, giving a wave before your mom took off. “I am so glad to be out of there.”

“I know. My parents are on a work trip. The house is mine for the entire weekend,” she said with a smile. You smiled back, figuring it wouldn’t be a big deal if her parents weren’t home. “Come on. Let’s ditch your bag and get ready.”

“Ready?” you asked, Sara pulling you upstairs with her.

“My parents are out of town? I’m throwing a huge party obviously.”

“Sara,” you said about an hour into the thing, wincing at the number of people there, some from school, a lot you didn’t know, some even older looking and so much alcohol around you felt drunk off the fumes. 

“Are you drinking straight vodka?” she asked, staring into your cup. “Wow.”

“It’s water,” you said, rubbing your bare shoulder. “I don’t like this shirt.”

“I know. You love it,” she said, bopping you on the nose before she walked away. You rolled your eyes at her, trying to hide away on the fringes of the party. There were too many people and way too many you didn’t know. Your reserved side was in full force tonight. You sighed, deciding to head upstairs and change out of the low cut crop top she’d made you put on. You felt naked and crossed your arms over your stomach and chest as much as possible before you realized her bedroom door was locked, your eyes rolling when you realized why. You hid back downstairs, a guy that looked like he was in college chuckling when he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey. They out of Bud?” he asked, nodding at the cooler you were standing in front of.

“I uh, don’t know. Sorry,” you said, moving aside, the guy flipping it open and grabbing a can.

“You not much of a party girl, huh,” he said, giving you a nod.

“Nope,” you said, looking away.

“I’m Johnny,” he said.

“Y/N,” you said. He cracked open his beer and handed it to you, staring at you as you stared at the can. “I don’t drink.”

“Come on. It’s light beer. You won’t even get drunk off it,” he said. “Maybe a little tingle but that’s it.”

You turned away, the beer can disappearing, a red cup in front of you a moment later.

“That’s half a can,” he said, the amount not seeming all that much now. You cocked your head. It’s not like you’d never had a drink before but that was normally a sip or two of wine at a holiday. You put the cup to your lips and swallowed some down. The flavor wasn’t anything special but you drank it down, the guy chuckling. “Told you so, Y/N. I’ll see you around maybe.”

“Uh huh,” you said, wading out of there and out to the party.

Thirty minutes later you were leaned up against a wall, closing your eyes. Something was wrong. Sure you were a lightweight but something was really, really wrong. Sara was useless, drunk off her ass and making out with dude in her parents bedroom at this point. 

“He’s going to fucking kill me,” you muttered, finding the downstairs bathroom and getting some privacy. You dialed on your phone and closed your eyes, splashing some cold water on your face.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” asked your dad. You paused, knowing you were already sending him into red alert. “Y/N.”

“Can you come get me?” you asked quietly. “Please.”

“Of course, honey,” he said, hearing the shake in your voice. “Where are you? Sara’s still?”

“Yeah,” you said. “There...I didn’t know her parents were out of town and thought we were just having a sleepover but she threw a huge party and I had a little beer and you can kill me later but I don’t feel right, dad.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly, the car tearing out of the driveway after a few seconds. “I’m on my way over right now. Did you take a drink from someone?”

“No...yes but...I don’t know, maybe he put something...” you said, spacing out for a few seconds. “I’m scared, daddy.”

“I’ll be right there. I’m ten minutes away. I’ll stay on the phone with you the whole time, alright? Nothing bad’s going to happen,” he said. “I promise.”

Ten minutes later you heard a car pull up outside and you sighed in relief. You hopped out of the bathroom, immediately bumping into Johnny.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said with a smile. “Enjoying the party?”

“Stay away from me,” you said, brushing past him, a hand catching your arm. “Johnny, let go.”

“I’m not-”

“Hey!” you heard shouted so loud every head in the vicinity turned your direction. You’d seen your dad’s show before, seen what you thought was scary Dean Winchester.

That was nothing compared to pissed off dad.

“Go away, Johnny,” you said, shrugging out his hold and walking over to your dad.

“There’s older guys and then there’s older guys,” said Johnny with a laugh. Your dad audibly growled, walking over and getting in his face. “Who the hell are you?”

“Her father,” he gritted out. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Johnny,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh? Okay, Johnny,” he said, grabbing his shirt collar and practically lifting him off the ground. “Y/N, was this the guy that gave you a drink with a little something extra in it?”

“Dad-”

“Is he?” he asked.

“...Yeah,” you said. Your dad nodded once before he smiled darkly at Johnny, leaning in close and saying something quietly, the color draining from Johnny’s face.

“Party’s over!” shouted your dad, no one daring to mess with him. People started to scramble out of the house, red and blue lights flashing through the windows. “Oh and Johnny. Let me introduce you to my buddy. He’s a cop. I’m sure you’ll have lots to talk about.”

“How is she?” asked your dad after a paramedic looked you over and a cop took your statement. 

“Had half a drink. Blood work will probably come back positive for rooffies,” he said. You looked down, arms covering your chest and stomach, wishing you were anywhere but there. 

“Can I take her home?” he asked.

“Yeah. Drink lots of water and in the morning don’t be surprised if there’s some gaps in memory,” he said. You dad nodded and helped you off the stretcher, walking you over to the passenger seat of his car. Your backpack was already in the backseat and he helped sit you down. 

He took off his flannel and put it around you, helping button it up when your hands shook. He pulled your seatbelt on and kissed the top of your head before he was driving away. 

He didn’t say a word the whole way home.

You sniffled a few times but had things under control by the time you were walking inside with his hand on your arm to help you, your steps a little unsteady and you started crying all over again just as your mom came around the corner.

“I got her,” said your dad, turning you around and picking you up, carrying you up the stairs as you clung to him like you were one of your younger siblings having a crying fit. He set you down in your room, your mom inside seconds after shooing him out.

“No one touched you, right?” she asked. You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”

You nodded, trudging into your bathroom, standing under the hot water trying to get your head to clear up. It worked some but your body felt heavy and you spent most of the time crying. 

He was going to kill you for not calling right away when you realized there was a party. He’d been pissed when you left for the night. You couldn’t imagine how angry he’d be after ruining everything.

Finally you managed to get out of the shower and into some pajamas, spotting your red and puffy eyes in the mirror. You slugged out to your room and curled up on top of your bed, a mug of hot cocoa on your nightstand. You sat up and sipped at it along with the few bottles of water that were now there, pushing it away when it reminded you of the last time you had some, when you’d gone to lunch with your dad back in the winter after getting your license.

You laid down on the bed again, staring at the wall for a while before the door creaked open. Your dad was in his pajamas, giving you a soft smile as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down on the other side of your bed, swinging his legs up and pulling you into his side. Your head was splitting and dizzy and you whined against him, clutching at his shirt. “Shh. S’okay. I’m staying right here. You’re safe. You’re safe, honey. Try to sleep and we’ll ride this out, okay? Daddy won’t let anything happen, I promise.”

You woke up groggy but your head felt a million times better. You were startled by the fact there was someone else in your bed, taking a second to realize it was your dad, already awake and looking at you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, your eyes fluttering closed as you buried your face in his chest. “How’s your head?”

“...msor...” you mumbled, his hand moving your head back an inch. He tucked your hair behind your ear, patting it down on the top. 

“You’ve had the funniest bedhead in the world ever since you were a baby,” he said, resting his hand on your arm. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, waiting for his green eyes to get mad, for the gentle face to go away, for him to disown you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry that happened to you. I am. But why are you apologizing to me?” he asked.

“Because I should have asked to come home straight away and I drank and fuck you saw me in that shirt,” you said, closing your eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in his.

“You’re a teenager, sweetie. Sara’s parent not being home wouldn’t have been an issue. A party...you’ve gone to parties before and you never came home drunk. Hell, you’ve probably taste tested way more beer at the brewery than whatever you had at that party and-”

“But I let a guy give me a drink when I didn’t want one,” you said.

“You’re seventeen honey,” he said. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I never expect you to be perfect. You didn’t know he put something in it. I’m fucking forty and you’ve seen me way too drunk before. Hell, you helped me up to bed once.”

“But you’re an adult and I didn’t like that shirt and...” you said, trying to roll to your other side, his hand stopping you.

“You’re a grown woman, Y/N,” he said. “You have no idea how proud we are of you, especially for last night.”

“I did everything wrong,” you said. He scrunched up his face, taking his turn to close his eyes. When he finally let out a breath and opened them, you saw something vulnerable in them.

“You did what we taught you. You knew something was wrong and you asked us to help you. We will never, ever be mad at you for asking for our help. You stayed someplace safe while I was coming to get you and even when I embarrassed the shit out of you, you never once looked like you gave a crap about what any of those other kids thought. We taught you to be smart and independent and stand up for yourself and that’s what you did,” he said.

“I didn’t,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re supposed to hate me.”

“Hate you?” he asked. “Last night was the worst night of my life. It was my fucking nightmare to see you like that. You weren’t even with us half the time, kiddo you were so out of it. I was so freaking proud of you for calling me so it was only a little nightmare, not as bad as it could have been. Honey, I love you more than anything. You and your sisters and brother...nothing is more important than you guys. You were this little bundle of joy I was blessed with and someone almost hurt my baby last night. You called me daddy and that broke my fucking heart. I haven’t heard that out of your mouth since you were six. You were so scared and all I wanted to do was protect you. But you’re a big girl and even though I wasn’t there, you made sure you were safe on your own until I could get to you. You do not get that scared over someone unless you love them more than you love yourself. That’s what happens when you have kids. They get your heart and you’re more than happy to give it to them. I will never be mad at you for what happened last night, neither your mom or me. Ever.”

“Really?” you asked, sniffling some, surprised to realized he was shedding a few tears of his own. “But I thought...I’m not supposed to cause problems. You have so much going on you shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“I hate to break it to you but I can guarantee I’ll still be waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares over stuff happening to you when you’re forty and have a family of your own,” he said with a smile. “Another thing, where did you get this idea from of having to be perfect from? You said it yesterday and...if I or your mom have made you feel like there is no room for error, I am so sorry for that. You’re not supposed to be perfect. No one is.”

“You got so mad last night when I wanted to sleepover and I never drop stuff last minute on you guys and it made me mad like you don’t realize I have a life too...” you said, your dad wiping away the tear streaks on your face with his thumb.

“I don’t want a perfect child. Just a good and kind one...that can’t parallel park for shit but you know, we can work on that,” he said, a laugh escaping you. “You just started your senior year, Y/N. Do less activities, don’t work on the weekends, let us use a babysitter that isn’t you all the time. You do not exist to be our helper. You’re our daughter and that’s all you have to be,” he said.

“Can I quit soccer?” you asked, his head nodding. “Mom already paid though.”

“It’s okay,” he said.

“I don’t like being on the prom committee either,” you said. “Or Math League.”

“As long as you don’t turn into a degenerate on us, do what you want, honey,” he said. You nodded, reaching a hand up and wiping off his face. “Boys can’t cry now?”

“I don’t like when you cry,” you said.

“Starting to understand why I stayed in here last night for me as much as I did for you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes, starting to feel tired again. “What did you say to Johnny that made him turn as pale as a ghost?”

“It’s not appropriate to repeat,” he said.

“You’ve been swearing this morning and you like never do that,” you said.

“Basically I told him if he touched you or any other woman ever again, I’d kill him. I may have mentioned some other stuff I’d do before the killing but again, not appropriate,” he said. You stared at him, sensing he wasn’t joking.

“You would kill someone?” you asked.

“Forget I said that. How about after a little nap, because someone is looking sleepy again, we go downstairs and I will make up some chocolate chip pancakes and we can watch Saturday morning cartoons like we used to when you were little?” he asked.

“Will you stay here?” you asked.

“Not going anywhere, sweetie.”

You were sat on the couch shoveling half a pancake in your mouth an hour later, laughing at an episode of Scooby Doo when you heard the mud door open and your mom walk in, your dad popping up from his seat.

“Yes I’m better. You can stop having a mouth conversation now,” you said, your dad looking down at you. “I noticed you guys do that when I was eleven. I just never said anything.”

“Well today’s just been an insightful day so far hasn’t it?” he asked, plopping back down next to you.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” asked your mom, coming over to sit next to you, trying to pull you into a hug despite the plate in your lap.

“Awesome. Please don’t dump syrup all over me,” you asked.

“You’re not going to soccer today. You need to stay home and rest,” she said.

“Y/N quit soccer and a couple of other clubs,” said your dad. “She had too much on her plate.”

“Good. You’re too young to be this stressed already,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder. “Maybe you cut back at the brewery too?”

“Yeah, you can watch TV like a normal teenager. There’s this awesome show on Thursdays,” he said.

“You two aren’t gonna like...be all over me all day are you?” you asked. 

“Nope,” said Danneel, popping up. “I’m going to the brewery for a few hours then I’m driving to the grandparents to grab the kids. Should be back sometime tomorrow around lunch but I’ll check in on you.”

“All three kids by yourself?” you asked.

“Uh huh,” she said, pausing. “Unless you want me to stay here and I can totally do that. I just thought maybe you wanted some alone time with your dad. We can have a family day tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said, your mom giving you each a big kiss before she grabbed her bag and headed out. 

“You okay with hanging out with your old man all weekend?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” you said. He grabbed your finished plates and put them away in the kitchen, returning to the couch and pulling you into his side, giving you a big forehead kiss. “Dad...”

“Is our special morning gone?” he asked, teasingly.

“No,” you said, snuggling into his side, pausing a moment. “I’m not too old for this, am I?”

“Never,” he said with a smile, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “More cartoons?”

“Can we watch Scoobynatural?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Sure we can. We just need to watch every single episode before that first,” he said with a laugh.

“We’ll be here until I’m forty,” you said, your dad laughing as he hit up Netflix. 

“Y/N,” he said, looking down at you. “When I do have to go back to work next week, I want you to promise me that you’ll call more. Not waving hey in the background while I talk to the other guys. Tell me about school or boys or some funny thing you saw on the internet. Just talk to me again. I missed you.”

“Me too. I know you didn’t mean to make me but I was never an accident to you, was I,” you said.

“No. No you were not planned but I wouldn’t give you up for the world, honey. Even if you are a teenager now and that scares the crap out of me,” he said.

“You don’t have to worry about me going to anymore parties. Lesson learned,” you said.

“Don’t be afraid to live your life, honey. Just live it smart,” he said, turning on the TV. “Okay?”

“Okay, dad. I love you,” you said.

“I love you too, honey. So, so much.”

You must have fallen asleep sometime in the afternoon, waking up to your dad snoring lightly on the other end of the couch, your feet in his lap. You carefully pulled them away, stretching in your seat for a moment. You turned off the TV and gave your blanket to your dad, guessing he was probably up half the night worrying over you. 

You went to the kitchen and thought about baking something, something the two of you really hadn’t done together in years, smiling when you heard the doorbell ring. You jogged over to the door, trying to catch it so your dad could stay asleep.

“Hi,” you said, giving the officer standing at the door a smile. “Can I help you?”

“Ms. Y/N Ackles?” he asked.

“Yes officer? Is this about what happened last night?” you asked.

“Is your father, a Mr. Jensen Ackles, home?” he asked.

“Yeah. What’s...” you said, hearing your dad come up behind you. 

“What’s going on?” he asked with a sleepy smile. The officer brushed past you, grabbing your dad and spinning him around face first into the closest wall. “What-”

“You are under arrest,” said the officer, slapping a pair of cuffs on your dad and dragging him out barefoot, still in his pajamas.

“You can’t do that!” you said, rushing outside after them, the officer pinning your dad down against the car hood before turning to you.

“Quiet before I arrest you for interfering,” he said, your dad groaning when he got a shove against the metal hood.

“Just call mom, kiddo,” said your dad, pulled off the car and led to the backdoor, the officer roughly placing him in the back. “It’s just a misunderstanding. Call-”

The door slammed in his face, your dad pursing his lips at the officer through the glass.

“What is he arrested for? You didn’t read him his rights or-” you said, the officer pointing a finger in your face. You gulped as you stared up at him, recognizing the blue eyes staring at you. “You’re Johnny’s dad, aren’t you.”

“Here’s how this goes, kid,” he said, standing in front of the back window so your dad couldn’t see. “You’re going to give me a statement saying you were misinformed last night and somebody else gave you that drink. You’re very sorry for blaming Johnny and it was all a big misunderstanding. He didn’t slip you anything and he certainly did not give an underage girl any alcohol last night, understand?”

“Are you threatening me?” you asked, the officer smirking.

“A threat would be saying your father is under arrest and I will make sure your pretty daddy gets put in the shittiest shit hole there is with the scummiest scumbags there are and we’ll see if he comes out in one piece, because I guarantee he won’t. Pretty nice boys don’t do well in prison. Doesn’t matter if the charges won’t stick, paper work could get lost, he could spend a whole day having fun in a place like that,” he said.

“Let him go,” you said. “I’ll sign whatever you want. Just let him go.”

“Good girl.”

“Y/N,” said your dad, rubbing his wrists ten minutes later, following you back into the house. “What did the officer say?”

“It was a misunderstanding,” you said dryly, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“A misunderstanding he felt the need to talk to about with my seventeen year old daughter but not me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. You shrugged, his head shaking. “Do not lie to me.”

“That was Johnny’s dad,” you said, throwing up your hands. Your dad raised his eyebrows, turning around and back to you.

“Did he threaten you?” asked your dad, his voice hard. You sighed and stared at him, looking at his hands. “He threatened me, didn’t he. Son of a bitch. Y/N, he can’t arrest me for no good reason.”

“Well he made a convincing argument,” you said, closing your eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I took back my statement from last night. I said it wasn’t Johnny, must have been someone else.”

“You what? You...I know it’s scary to stand up to the person that hurt you but you have to undo that, Y/N. Who knows how many other girls this Johnny guy has tried to hurt? Has hurt?” he said.

“You think I don’t know that?” you shot back, leaning against the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes you did. You still do. We can drive down the police station right now and-”

“Dad,” you said, swallowing hard before you forced yourself to look him in the eye. “He didn’t just threaten to have you arrested.”

“What did he say?” asked your dad. You looked at your feet, your dad stepping in front of you, a finger under your chin urging you to look up.

“He said good looking guys don’t do well in prison. I’m old enough to understand what he meant,” you said. Your dad closed his eyes, hanging his head a moment before he pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t want to do it but I didn’t want you to...”

“It’s not your job to protect me,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “But thank you for doing it.”

“What do we do?” you asked.

“For starters, we hope to hell the security camera caught him threatening you. You don’t answer the door anymore either,” he said. You nodded, looking away from him. “I’m not mad, Y/N.”

“I wished I’d called sooner last night,” you said. “It’s my fault you were put in that position.”

“No. It’s not anyone’s fault. Bad people are what did this. We’ll call the lawyer and figure this out. You don’t have to be scared, okay?” he said.

“Too late for that,” you said.

“I know, honey. I know.”

A/N: Read Part 2 here!