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woke up to see my notifications and started to freak the fuck out LMAOO

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Babysitting - Part 4

Finally got round to typing this up on my week off and finally got the WIP finished! Although the last chapter became two, so here is the how @selene-tempest kept her nephew busy for in the morning. Part 1 , 2 and 3. Enjoy!

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Her nephew’s wardrobe was a marvel to behold. Selene knew every inhabitant of the island so could tell exactly who had contributed what to the pile. The boy pulled out a white polo shirt with deep red stripes on the collar and dropped it on the floor before doing the same to a black top with a photo of a galaxy on it. Selene had grabbed a pair of dark jeans that she swore were just a miniature version of Scott’s favourite pair, and pulled the boy onto her lap so she could wrangle them onto him. There was some moaning from the struggling boy, but she won the fight. She even managed to slip on a pair of socks, which she hoped were clean, before he crawled away.

“Okay, pick your top then.”

Another three shirts ended up on the floor before her nephew turned around with a garish Hawaiian one grasped in his fists. It was a mix of yellow and green with white flowers which she had never seen on the child before. Selene was certain Scott had mentioned throwing out an awful flowery shirt before, so she couldn’t understand why the child was currently beaming at her like he’d won the lottery. He offered it to her.

“You really want to wear this one?” She questioned, holding it between her fingertips.

“Yes!”

The child raised his hands in the air ready to receive the garment. Selene rolled her eyes and did as she was told, though she quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture. Her nephew gave the camera a giant dimpled smile, and Selene posted it in the family chat with the caption “He’s so proud of his choices”. Grabbing a pair of the boy’s trainers, Selene beckoned the boy to the room she and John shared. Grabbing a clean pair of jogging bottoms and large comfy top, she changed as quickly as she could. She grabbed the brush she kept in the bathroom and ran it through her hair under the watchful eye of her nephew. Her phone buzzed and a few taps brought up the chat.

Scott: I thought I’d disposed of that one.

Scott: At least brush his hair.

Selene: I’m getting to it

She rolled her eyes. She hadn’t forgotten. Kneeling in front of the child, she gently ran the brush through his soft brown locks. He screwed up his eyes a few times when she caught the larger tangles, but she worked them out before sweeping the hair into its usual style; not that it would stay neat for long. Snapping a picture, she posted into the chat.

Selene: Done.

Scott: Thank you, Selene

Placing the phone on the side, Selene unscrewed the lid on her sunscreen moisturizer and started rubbing it into her face, placing the pot on the edge of the sink. Out the corner of her eye a small hand reached up for the pot. A little finger got in before she could stop it. She screwed on the lid and put the pot out of reach. The child became incredibly curious about the white cream on his finger and Selene hoped it wouldn’t end up in his mouth.

“Rub it on your face, sweetie.”

Those blue eyes peered up with sparkling curiosity, and the finger was presented to her. Gently, she took his hand and guided it to his cheek where she helped him rub it in. Once it was all rubbed in, she left the boy to stroke his cheek. After she'd finished creaming her face, she grabbed John’s Factor 50 from the side. Squirting a dollop into her hand, she rubbed it all over her nephew’s face, grabbing his arm as he squirmed. Another generous squeeze and she rubbed the thick cream over the rest of his exposed skin. Her nephew huffed as she washed her hands. Grabbing her lip balm and a hairband from the jeans John had worn yesterday, she tied her hair back before rubbing the salve over her lips. A glance in the mirror confirmed she was all set to face the windy beach. She turned back to her sulking nephew.

“Go grab your shoes so we can go fly your kite.”

“Kite!”

Selene sat down on the floor and helped the boy into his trainers, before reaching out and grabbing her trainers. Lacing them up was made difficult by her nephew wrapping his arms around her neck in and giving her an awkward hug from behind. The excited giggles in her ear warmed her heart, and once done, she twisted and pulled the child into a big tight squeeze which he returned. Warmth filled her as he buzzed with youthful energy. Releasing him, she stood and offered him her hand.

“Let’s go have some fun.”

*****

Those deep blue eyes stared straight into her and pleaded with her soul. The quivering lip and watery eyes were a stark contrast to the large smile plastered on the kite in his hands. The small kite, with its picture of Thunderbird One, had flown well in the breeze. Her nephew had spent a good amount of time flying it, running across the sand and through the surf with glee as it chased him. However, that just wasn’t enough for him and he wanted to fly the big kite. ‘John’s kite’ as he called it. Technically it was Gordon’s kite, which had been dug out of the attic of the ranch, but her nephew saw it as John’s because he was the one that had introduced it to him. This kite required more force than the breeze was currently willing to give. Selene had tried to encourage it into the air, having already thrown it up multiple times only to jump back so it didn’t hit her when it crashed back down to earth. She had stuck her finger in the air to work out the best wind direction and where to stand the boy. She had even jogged beside him as he ran with it, encouraging him to go as fast as his little legs could go, but the damn thing refused to take to the air. It’s bright yellow smiling face mocked her as her nephew continued to plead with her. John had said it was kite flying weather, so it should be good kite flying weather! Did he take it with him? Closing her eyes, Selene inhaled the fresh salty air, summing up as much energy as she could.

“I’ll run with it, but only there and back.”

His eyes lit up as he thrust the kite at her. Reluctantly she took it, turning it so she could hold it by the crossed poles. She stared down the beach and held it high, waiting for a good gust of wind. Feeling a light pull, Selene ran down the wet sand as fast as she could. She hated running. The kite filled with air and she released it from her grip. It paused, almost like it was deciding whether to fly or not. A tug on the string forced it up and it stayed in the air, much to her nephew’s delight. Squeals of joy followed her down the beach until she slowed to a stop, her body already complaining about the effort. The kite hit the ground as Selene took deep breaths.

“Again, Selene. Again.”

Those sparkling eyes gazed into hers and she started to prepare herself for what was going to happen later. The surf washed at her bare feet, trying to sink her into the sand. Picking up the kite, she held it out yet again before running back down the beach. Her nephew’s giggles let her know he was behind her. She slowed to a stop when she got back to where they had started. Her lungs inhaled deeply, as her legs complained of not having been warmed up before activity.

“Again, Selene.”

“No more. I only promised there and back.”

Those eyes turned on her again, trying their hardest to change her mind and failing. She could be swayed on a lot of things, but voluntarily running up and down a beach was not one of them. Still holding the line, she made her way back to the blanket she’d spread out earlier, with the bag in the middle surrounded by a few toys. Selene collapsed on it and slipped her hand into the bag and retrieved a water bottle. She glugged it as her nephew pottered up the beach with the kite. He stood before her. She knew exactly what was coming.

“Fly kite, Selene.”

His voice was soft as he pleaded, but Selene shook her head. It was not happening. She stretched out her legs as the boy came up close and put his arm around her back. His cheek pressed into her shoulder while one of the kites corners poked her chest. With her left hand guiding the kite away from her body, she scooped him onto her lap with her right and gave him a one armed hug. Using her leg as leverage she managed to slip the rods from the fabric, though he also saw the second part of the manoeuvre.

“No!”

“It’s not windy enough for this kite. You can play with the little one.”

“No. Selene, no.”

“The big one is going away.”

The child burst into tears and wailed. Selene knew this was going to happen, she’d seen the signs. Her nephew threw his arms around her and buried his face into her chest. Dropping the kite, she consoled the sobbing boy, rubbing his back. She could feel her top getting damp.

“Come on, sweetie. No need to cry, everything is okay.”

She continued to soothe the child until his tears started to slow. A few snivels came from him as he turned to wipe his face with his hand. Selene knew this was about more than the kite. Picking up her water bottle, she popped the top and offered the remains to her nephew. Eventually his small hands slowly reached out and took it, before drinking it greedily. The tears had stopped, though his eyes were still red and his cheeks rosy. Grabbing a packet of raisins from the snack stash, she offered it to him. Eyes widened and an exchange was made. His fingers happily pulled the fruit from the box one by one. He kindly offered one to her and she sucked it from his slimy fingers. It put a smile back on his face. Selene brushed her hand through his now windswept hair, before pressing a tissue to his running nose. He blew reluctantly, before finishing off the raisins.

Now fed, her nephew happily grabbed the smaller kite and ran off with it trailing behind him. Dusting off the sand he’d thrown up with his departure, Selene smiled as she rolled up a towel and placed it beneath her head. She kept her eyes on the boy as the sun warmed her skin and the breeze blew the odd purple strand across her vision. It was almost relaxing. Almost.

“Selene!”

She guessed she’d gotten ten minutes of peace before he’d called. The child was staring down at something on the floor, the kite slowly fluttering down behind him.

“Selene, squishy thing.”

Selene bolted upright, having spent enough time around Gordon to know that squishy could be dangerous. She hastened over to the child and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of an old plastic bag that had washed ashore. She grabbed his hand before he could touch it though, not knowing if it could contain something that wasn’t so mundane.

“Let’s not touch it. It’s just a bit of rubbish, nothing fun.”

Her nephew deflated before turning back to his kite which was floating in the wash.

“Uh oh.”

Her nephew brought a smile to her face as he hurried over and picked up the dripping diamond. She could see Scott rolling his eyes at the thought of Thunderbird One taking an unscheduled dip in the sea. Heading back to the blanket, she grabbed a fresh nappy bag and used it to scoop up the plastic bag before it was dragged back to sea, knowing Gordon would be furious if she let it happen. He had gone off on so many tirades about sea pollution and marine conservation over the years that she couldn’t take another. Doing her environmental deed for the day, she joined her nephew in the wash, where the kite had been discarded in preference of stones and shells. The water lapped at their feet, bringing sporadic giggles from the toddler, as they made their way down the beach. Selene’s hands slowly filled with her nephew’s ‘treasures’, which were made up of his favourite broken shells, stones and occasional piece of smoothed glass, from goodness knows where. As the sun took its place high in the sky, Selene’s stomach growled.

“Let’s head back now and get some lunch.”

Her nephew ran to her grinning, hands outstretched for his ‘treasures’. Selene gladly dumped the damp pile into his hands, drying them against her bottoms. Shaking out the blanket, she packed their things knowing most of it would be doing straight into the laundry basket. The walk back to the villa started off slow, with her nephew slowly picking through his ‘treasures’ and throwing the ones now deemed unworthy away. Once happy with his selection, he held them up to her, just as he did to his father, so they could be kept safe. Two smoothed out glass fragments, one green, one white, and a small intact spiral shell were dropped into her hand, which she slipped into her pocket. They would be put in the boy’s treasure box, which Scott kept in his room. Selene had seen both Scott and Gordon go through the items with the boy. The more interesting items in the box were normally suggestions from said uncle, having been found during one of their rock pooling expeditions. Her nephew took her free hand, his little fingers wrapping round hers, and gave her a content dimpled smile that melted her heart. The kid was so much like his father. Having his hand in hers was great but didn’t last long. He was off again, running ahead to explore the foliage that surrounded the path. Selene sighed as flowers were poked, leaves grasped and sometimes pulled off. Thankfully the leaf he decided to wave around was picked up from the floor and not yanked from the plant. He danced around Selene with it, flapping it around and above his head until it too became boring as was discarded on the path. She would not mention this to Virgil, who had tried on various occasions to teach the curious tornado to be gentle with the plants, and given Scott a death glare in the process.

Upon reaching the villa, Selene grabbed the child’s arm and guided him down the side of the house to the pool’s changing rooms. Removing his now sandy shoes, she dumped her nephew in the large metal basin used for washing Sherbet. Soap and warm water turned it into a foot bath that resulted in some joyous splashing from her nephew. Scott seemed to stash clean clothes everywhere, and having found some in a nearby cupboard, Selene dried and redressed the boy. He was now in blue shorts and a red check shirt that screamed Virgil. Selene rolled her eyes. After giving her own feet a quick wash down, they headed to the elevator so he could put his ‘treasures’ in the box. The moment the doors opened her nephew was off.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Selene swallowed as she hurried after him, knowing Scott wasn’t due back until late that evening. The board meeting he and Jeff were required to attend meant he had to be away for two days and as much as Scott wanted to come back to the island to see his son, it made no sense as the boy would be asleep. This was the longest the child had been on the island without his Dad being with him.

“Daddy?”

Selene knelt in the middle of Scott’s room as the boy’s lip trembled and pulled him into a hug.

“He’ll be home later, when the sky is dark.”

Scooping him up into her arms, she grabbed the box and opened it for her nephew. He sniffled as he dropped his treasures in.

“You can show Daddy tomorrow.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her neck. Selene’s stomach rumbled, reminding her of their intended destination. Carrying the boy downstairs, she headed through the living room, receiving a brief wave from a busy Sally as they passed by.

“Grammie.”

Her nephew’s voice was soft and sad in her ear.

“Grandma is busy, but we can make her some food to help.”

He started playing with her hair, brushing the deep purple strands along her neck. Selene shifted him as she collected up the things she needed, her arm already aching from carrying him so far. Ultimately she had to put him down. Thankful he hadn’t complained too much as she let him cling to her leg instead, allowing her to make some sandwiches. Sweeping them, crisps, juice and some bananas onto a tray, she coaxed her nephew upstairs. A plate was slid before Sally, who smiled gratefully while taking a bite. Selene curled up on the sofa with her nephew, where they ate their lunch listening to the comm line. The boys voices filled the room, on a delay as EOS filtered out anything young ears shouldn’t hear. Her nephew relaxed to the chorus of his uncle’s voices, and eventually drifted off to sleep in Selene’s arms. Putting him to bed with a kiss, she tapped on the monitor and headed back to the couch where she collapsed. As if on cue, John floated before her, seated in Thunderbird One’s cockpit with a bottle of water. There was dirt on his uniform, breaking up the sensor lines that traversed his frame. His eyes were half distracted, obviously reading something on the display before him.

“How’s it going back on the island?”

Her heart fluttered at his voice. Damn, it never got old hearing him.

“Tiring, he’s got so much energy. You were wrong about the wind, the kite wouldn’t fly.”

John’s brow creased as his emerald eyes met hers.

“Really? EOS was certain the wind speed would be ideal for kites.”

“Well, she was wrong. That yellow monstrosity wouldn’t fly.”

“Hey! It’s not a monstrosity!” Gordon piped in, suddenly floating next to John, though he was clearly in a pod. “That’s the happiest kite in the world and always flies great.”

John rolled his eyes, making Selene bite her lip.

“So that’s why you threw a tantrum and hid it away in the attic? Because it flew too well?”

Gordon’s glare was adorable.

“Boys,” Grandma’s stern voice echoed around the room, “pay attention to what you’re doing. John, there’s a family not far from your location in need of evacuation."

“FAB, grandma.”

John gave Selene a parting grin, while Gordon stuck out his tongue. Selene slipped out her phone, allowing herself to catch up on her emails, sorting through her clients requests so she could tackle them tomorrow. Lying back, she relaxed into the sofa, knowing she only had a few hours to herself.

[seven-seas-of-rhye-bread]

Joe X Reader Pt. 2

***SMUT BELOW****

Part 2

You stood at the bay window in your hotel room, looking out over London as fat raindrops fell across the city.  It might have been a sad, dreary scene on any other day-- but you were thinking of Joe-- kissing him, to be exact. 

When you arrived back at your room last night, the last thing you could think about was sleeping. You had taken a long hot bath and thought about the whole evening over and over.  Remembering the way Joe's lips felt as he kissed you tenderly, the jolt of ecstasy as his tongue gently flicked across your lower lip-- you wondered what else that tongue might be capable of when--

"Y/N?... Y/N?"Kelsey's voice rang gently through the room. 

"Hmm-- yeah?" you ask, turning to look at her.

"We've gotta leave soon-- are you almost ready?"

"Oh-- yeah, I'm ready now." 

You grabbed your coat and bag and left the room with Kelsey. 

"So....?" she asked as you guys headed towards the elevator.You tried to hide your smile, but there was no use-- Kelsey could get anything out of you.

"So?" you asked, unable to stifle a giggle.

"Spill it! Something happened last night didn't it?!" Kelsey jabbed at the Down button. 

"Well, yeah-- sorta... kinda..."

You knew you were acting like a silly school girl but you couldn't help yourself. You hadn't been this into a guy in forever-- you practically forgot what it felt like to genuinely like someone. 

"Come on! Don't leave me hanging!" The elevator arrived and you two got on. 

"Fine fine... I hit it off with Joe... we kissed a bit."A smile had taken over your whole face-- you couldn't even attempt to hide it.

Kelsey squealed, "Really? Oh my god, I'm so excited! How was it?! Juicy? Gentle? Sensual?"

You laughed at Kelsey's enthusiasm.

"It was-- just amazing. I can't stop thinking about it."

The elevator arrived at the lobby and Kelsey linked her arm through yours as you walked across the lobby. 

"When are you gonna see him again?!"

This question made your stomach a ball of knots-- when would you see him again? He was going on a promotional tour and you were headed back to New York-- it could be weeks-- maybe even months before you might get a chance to see him. 

Who knows-- your schedules may never match up. You two had exchanged numbers at some point last night, but texting would only feel like a tease. 

"I-- I don't know actually..."And that was the disappointing truth.

          ��                                                                   ___________________________

The day had dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. You had back to back meetings with producers and Kelsey had arranged for dinner with a director your manager had insisted you meet with. 

It wasn’t a terrible time, really and you tried to concentrate and be charming and polite but a thought was nagging at you all day; what if you never saw Joe again?

You knew how utterly ridiculous and silly the thought was; you had only met him less than a day ago and you two had only shared a couple of kisses-- why were you going so loony over a guy you barely knew? But still, you couldn't help yourself. 

"Do you need anything else?" Kelsey was gathering up her things as you curled up on the couch in front of the tv. You were looking forward to a quiet evening in by yourself-- no interruptions, except maybe some room service. 

"Nope, I'm all set-- thanks Kels, you really are the best."

"Yeah, I know!" she said, giving you a wink, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Bright and early."

"No late night drinks with a certain someone?" Kelsey asked, cheekily. 

"Nope-- early night for me."                                                                               ___________________________

You awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. Blindly, you reached for your cell and it took you a second to realize it wasn't your phone ringing, but the hotel phone. 

You threw off the throw blanket and peeled yourself from the couch, walking over to the desk besides the door and answered."Hello?" you asked through a yawn.

"Is this Miss Y/L/N?" the concierge asked. 

"Yes, this is she..."

You rubbed your eyes and shifted on your feet, feeling rather nervous-- why would the concierge be calling you?

"I have a visitor down here for you. Shall I put him on?"

 "Uhm-- yes, thank you."

The line was quiet for a moment before--

"Y/N?"

You almost couldn't answer, you weren't sure if you were still asleep or not.

“Joe?" you asked incredulously. 

He laughed, "Yeah it's me."

"What are you doing here?" 

" Well I had dinner around the corner and I just decided to see if you were in."

You could hear his tone falter for a moment as he said, "Unless, you're-- you know, busy or something-- I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have just come over but --"

"No, no-- it's fine. Do you want to come up? I'm in room 703."

He was quiet for a moment and you cringed, wondering if that had sounded too forward.

"Yeah-- I'll come up."

As soon as you hung up the phone you were sent into a tizzy. 

You tidied up and quickly changed from your pj's into a sweater and jeans. You were just brushing your hair when there was a knock at the door. 

"Coming!" you shouted from the bathroom before taking one final look in the mirror.

You stood before the door for a moment, taking a breath before you opened it. Joe looked absolutely amazing, dressed in slacks, a button-up and sweater his coat hung over his arm. 

His eyes lit up as he took in the sight of you, making a blush creep up into your cheeks.

"Hey-- come in!" you said, stepping aside.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you?" he asked as he came in, placing his coat over the back of the desk chair.

"No not at all-- I was just watching tv."

"I was surprised you were in."

He sat down on the couch and you took the place next to him. 

"Why's that?"

He shrugged, " Friday night-- thought you'd be out on the town."

You laughed, "Not my style, really."

He nodded and a heavy silence fell between you two. 

 It felt as if the magic between you two had vanished-- or had it mostly been in your head? Maybe what you shared was just a few drunken kisses.

Shifting on the couch to face him, you asked, "So, what's up?"

He took a moment, and hesitated before saying, " I couldn't stop thinking about last night..."

You didn't know if this was a good thing or not-- maybe he regretted it. But maybe, just maybe-- he was feeling the same way as you did.

"Me too..." you said quietly. 

"I just--" he started, then paused to rub his stubble, "I kept wondering when I'd get to see you again. I know we've both got crazy schedules and I mean, who knows when we'll get to connect again..."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same too, actually."

 " Really?" he seemed genuinely surprised, and it kind of broke your heart-- did he honestly expect you to not feel the same?

You nodded, "Really."

He quickly moved in towards you, holding your face gently-- your eyes perfectly aligned with one another. 

You reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't gentle and tender, like your first kiss in the bar-- it was greedy and desperate. 

Your tongues met as you straddled him, placing your hands on the wall behind him. He grasped at your waist, pulling you in closer to him. Your body hummed with desire, you felt as if you could never get your fill of him. 

Joe's hands were warm and strong as he felt his way over your body, beneath your sweater. You pulled away from him and quickly pulled off your sweater. Joe looked at your body with tenderness and adoration and you unclipped your bra and tossed it. 

He took his time kissing your breasts-- sucking and softly biting your nipples, which made them hard and sensitive. You pulled him in for a kiss and as he bucked his hips up, you could feel his growing cock. 

You could hardly take it anymore as you stood up and grabbed his hand, leading him beyond, through the French doors, into your bedroom. 

 Grasping greedily at his body, you pulled off his sweater and shirt, and quickly moved to his belt buckle. 

"God, I think I'm wet already." you breathed into his mouth, which made him move all the quicker to get your pants off.

 You gently pushed him towards the bed, "lie down"

 He smirked as he pulled himself back onto the bed. He looked sexy, propped up against the pillows, only in his dark grey boxer-briefs, the outline of his cock visible. 

You climbed on the bed, and began kissing up his inner thighs. You began to play with the band of boxer-briefs while kissing his length through the taut fabric.

 "Fuck!" he hissed, his voice deep and raspy.

 You looked him right in the eye before pulling down the fabric, revealing his perfect cock. Licking the length from the base to the tip, you took in his whole cock, eliciting a sharp inhale from Joe.

 "Goddamn..." he whispered, his head falling back onto the pillow. 

You worked his cock, taking your time, licking and sucking every inch of it. 

"God, Y/N. You gotta stop, you're gonna make me cum."He sat up and pulled you in to kiss you, before flipping you over onto the bed.

 Wasting no time, he began kissing your neck, nibbling the spot right above your collar bone. You ran your hands through his soft hair as he made his way down your body. 

He pulled down your thong and began kissing around your core, taking his time teasing you. 

You grasped at the pillows and whimpered."

You want me to eat you out?" he asked, his voice even raspier, driving you mad with desire.

"Yes!" you gasped.

Joe slid his fingers inside of you, "fuck, you're so wet for me."

He began licking your clit, sliding his fingers in and out, almost painfully slow. You looked down and your eyes met as he  sucked your clit, gently at first but then increasing the pressure, making you throw your head back against the pillows.

 " I want you inside of me..." you panted as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that drove you to the edge of orgasm.

He trailed your sensitive skin with kisses as he made his way back up to kiss you. You could feel the desire for him coursing through your body-- you had never wanted anyone this badly in your life. 

He positioned himself and slid in to you slowly, your walls stretching to fit around him. Both of you let out an unintelligible sound of both relief and pleasure.  

He moved slowly at first, making you almost frantic with desire-- you needed him to fuck you. 

You wrapped your legs around his back and pulled him in closer, making you both gasp in pleasure. His thrusts became faster and harder, causing the bed to move slightly away from the wall. 

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as you quickly reached your orgasm, crying out as you did.

 He stopped for a moment, no doubt feeling your walls contract around him. He buried his face in the nape of your neck while you caught your breath. 

"Turn over" you whispered and he complied. 

You straddled him and for a moment just looked at him, taking in how sexy he looked in the soft glow of light filtering in from the other room. 

Grasping his cock, you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You moved your hips back and forth, relishing the feeling of his length fully inside you. 

He grasped your fleshy hips as you rode him. You loved looking down at him, his eyes closed-- his face twisted in pleasure. 

"I-I'm gonna cum..." he breathed, almost inaudibly. 

He gripped your hips tighter as he came, his face becoming placid and satisfied as he came down from his orgasm.

You collapsed on the bed next to him, your chest heaving rapidly as you caught your breath. 

The both of you laid quietly next to one another, and you felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over you.

Joe grasped for your hand in the dark, and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. 

"That was incredible."

 "It was." you agreed, suddenly feeling a wave of satisfied sleepiness wash over you. 

"Do you mind if I stay the night?" he asked, his own eyes looking heavy. 

You smiled, though he couldn't see, "of course." 

He was quiet for a moment before asking, "when can I see you again?"

 "i'll have to check my schedule..." you teased. 

He let out a little laugh, "fair enough..."

You pulled him in for a kiss, " soon. I promise. "

[kuntxrgraudunkelbunt]

Rebound girl // Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: ~5000

Warnings: Anti Danneel (for the purpose of this fiction she had to be a b*tch, but she is not his wife and they don’t have children for this fiction!), language and maybe it’s a bit angsty-ish? but I guess this is it If I’m missing something please let me know!

A/N: This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge, my prompt was “Wait… You think I’m pretty?” (it’ll be bold in the text) and it’s also my first piece of fiction I’m posting here on tumblr! 

A/N 2: Part 2 (and other stories of mine) can soon be found on @not-moose-squad

Jensen’s POV

Being with Danneel was tiring. She wasn’t the woman I fell in love with two years ago. 

I don’t know when it happened but somehow she changed. She only cared about having my credit card when I was gone – and when I was at home – and about showing off her (fake) happiness. Dee never was someone to post much on social media, but suddenly, when Gen started, so did she. She started urging me to like and comment on her pictures because even Jared can show his love for his wife, so why can’t you? It’s really not that hard, Jensen! I want to be recognized again. Maybe it would be easier if I had your name, Jensen. Don’t you think a wedding in August would be nice?

It was frustrating. She wasn’t my Danneel anymore. When I was at home, Dee didn’t want to spend time with me, she locked herself up in her room, went out on girl’s nights or met up with her brother, yet she was complaining that I was leaving her alone so much. I didn’t know where I went wrong but I knew that I didn’t want to go on like this. Instead of proposing to her I would break up with her, as soon as I was back in Texas.

The next few days were hard on me and everyone on set wondered what was going on with me but I didn’t want to talk about it. Not even with Jared. I knew he was worried about me but I needed time to myself, needed to have this dreaded conversation I would soon be having with Danneel, in my head over and over again. She wouldn’t accept me breaking up with her, I was sure about that. But I didn’t want to spend my life with someone who didn’t want me, but my money and fame. And yet it broke my heart over and over again. I loved this woman. I thought she could have been the one for me.

Maybe it all was my fault. I was gone for almost the whole year, every year, so maybe it was just natural that she had become uninterested in me. The only thing I could give her while I was gone was my money – and some poor face time calls in the evening or only a good night text. Was it my fault? Should I have been more thoughtful?

“FUCK!” I screamed through my trailer and smashed my water bottle across the room. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt tears springing to my eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to my trailer. I groaned. “Fuck off, Jared. I don’t want to talk!”

The door opened anyway. “Fuck off, yourself, Jensen!” Jared growled back. He sat down on my couch and looked at me expectantly. I sighed.

“Honestly, Jensen, I am so over your shit. You’ve been avoiding all of us for three days and I am not leaving until you talk to me.” And then I told Jared everything.

It’s been three weeks now since I made up my mind. I would definitely end things with Danneel. It broke my heart but I knew it was for the best. The night I had told Jared he agreed with me, said that I would know what was best for me but that he also wasn’t surprised that it had come to this. But on the other hand, Jared has never been a huge fan of Dee. For as long as I have known him he always wanted me to be with (Y/N). (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten and basically my soul mate. We were like one person split in two bodies. But never ever have I thought about her in a romantic way and I was sure she felt the same way about me.

Right now I was on my way back to our house in Austin and nervous as fuck. I didn’t know how to start this conversation or what to expect from Dee. But then, when I opened the door, everything changed. Danneel stood there, leaning against the doorframe of the living room. She looked absolutely stunning, wearing a beautiful tight black dress, black tights and high heels. The dress hugged her in all the right places.

“Hi, Babe”, she said seductively and came over to me.

I let my suitcase fall to the floor and hugged her. Her hands rested in my neck, carding them softly in my hair, while mine wandered along her body, eventually resting on her waist.

“I missed you”, she whispered in my ear and began to plant kisses in my neck.

“I missed you, too”, I answered automatically, regretting my words but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t say anything else.

Dee kissed me on my lips quickly and then let go of me. “I made you dinner, babe. I hope you’re hungry.” Then she made her way into the kitchen and I was rendered speechless. What was happening? Was she trying to make up for the past few months? Maybe she noticed how we were drifting apart, how she was only after my money, and wanted to work things out. A new light of hope sparked inside of me.

Her head peaked out of the kitchen. “You coming?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Sure, honey.”

At first the evening seemed to be nice. Danneel asked me about my time on set and she seemed truly interested in the stories I told her and her laugh seemed to be honest when I told her how we pranked Misha and Mark Sheppard. It felt like our old times together and I had almost forgotten that I wanted to break up with her. After all it seemed like we could have another chance. But the tables turned when we finished dinner and Dee cleaned the table. She insisted that I’d stay put, “I want this evening to be about you!” she had said, and while she closed the dishwasher she cleared her throat.

“You know, Jay, I was gonna post a picture of our dinner on Instagram and I thought it would be nice if you could comment on it. It doesn’t need to be special, maybe just a heart or a thank you? Just so that people see you appreciated what I did for you.”

I scoffed and bit my lip, making a face. Then I turned towards her. She stood there and looked so innocent, as if she’d asked if I wanted dessert.

“This is what all of this is about? You dressed up and cooked just so could post it on Instagram and get likes?”

She opened her mouth but I cut her off. “You know what, Danneel? I don’t even want to hear it. Of course it was about likes and attention. Everything you’ve done for the past few months was for attention. I am so stupid I fell for you goddamn shit. I… Fuck it, Danneel, I almost believed your shit again!” With that I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the kitchen counter and left. I walked upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom.

Dee yelled my name and asked me to come back but when I didn’t answer she quickly gave up. Then my phone lit up and it was a text saying Can I at least post that picture? All I did was let out a loud groan, then I fell on my bed and started drinking right from the bottle. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known that she must have had something in her mind.

I didn’t know how long it took me to empty the bottle of scotch, I just realized that I started to get tipsy and tipsier and tipsier until the bottle was finally empty and I was drunk as fuck. The world was spinning around me while I was laying flat on my back on my bed. It was then that I decided that I had to talk to Jared; had to tell him how stupid I was for almost falling for Danneels shit again.

I rolled over to grab my phone from my nightstand and almost threw up because everything started to turn even faster. It took me a moment until my view was a bit less blurry and I could see my phone. Unlocking it, I looked for my last chat and dialed the number.

“Jensen? What’s wrong, it’s 1.30 am”, a tired voice said at the other end of the line.

“Padal…Padaleski? I’m so stupid, sooo stupid!” I slurred into my phone, almost choking on the tears that now were harder to suppress.

“I reaaally almos’ b‘lieved her, Jared. Made me dinner’n’stuff, ya know, ma favorite food of all…” a hiccup interrupted me, “of all fugging time, Jared. I thought… reeeeally thought she was gonna make it up to me, ya know? She said she miss”, another hiccup, “said she missed me, Jared. Dunno what I did wrong tho. Jus’ wanted to love her and be loved. Maybe should’a just broken up with her right when I walked into ma house, no back in Vancouver alllready, Jared. Jared ya still there? Talk to me, buddy, need ya to tell me I was bein’ a stupid dumbass for not stickin’ with the plan.”

It was quiet for a few seconds and I already wanted to disconnect the call because I thought that Jared wasn’t there anymore when I heard a tired voice say that I was drunk and that I should drink some water and we’d talk in the morning. “I luv ya, buddy. You the best, least I can rely on ya!” and then the call disconnected.

“Jensen?”

I groaned and shook Danneel’s hand off. “Fuck you!”

“Wow, what a nice way to greet your best friend.”

Immediately I opened my eyes and shot up from my bed, instantly regretting it because it felt like twenty buses hit me at once.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? Where’s Danneel?” I asked, covering my eyes because it was way too fucking bright in my bedroom.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Haven’t seen her, why?”

Letting myself fall back onto the bed, I sighed. “Do you have an Advil or something? My head is killing me.”

As if she had already known and prepared it before waking me up, she took a glass of water and an Advil from my nightstand. Then (Y/N) looked at the bottle of scotch I downed last night.

“Did you drink all of this?” she asked, nodding in its direction.

I simply nodded, putting the glass back on my nightstand and swallowing the pill.

“Now it makes sense. I was worried about you when you called me last night. You haven’t been this wasted in years. What’s going on, Jay? And why didn’t you tell me that things weren’t going well with Danneel?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What call?”

“You called me this morning at 1.30, Jensen?!”

“No, I did not. I called Jared.”

(Y/N) sighed overdramatically and rolled her eyes. Then she took her phone from my nightstand and showed me her phone list. “Believe me now?”

“Fuck”, I growled, “I am so sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t want to bother you with all of my shit. I’m really sorry!”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and she shot up from my bed. “Are you being fucking serious right now, Jensen? I am your best friend - at least I thought I was. But obviously you don’t bother talking to me because you think you are a burden? What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me about you and Danneel?” At first (Y/N) had been yelling and I thought my head was gonna burst but then her voice became softer, worry written all over her face.

Looking down on my hands I sighed. “I was… ashamed. You and Jared and Misha…”, I sighed, “you all warned me about her and said that I should be careful and now I seem to get what I deserve for being so stupid.”

For the first time now, I let my tears run freely. I don’t know if it was because I was so hung over or because I couldn’t keep my shit together in front of (Y/N). It felt good to finally let my emotions take over. When I talked to Jared about all this stuff it already helped a lot but with (Y/N) it was different. Both were my best friends but in front of (Y/N) I felt less of a need to keep it together. Breaking in front of her in tough situations like this was somehow easier.

My best friend looked at me and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as well. “I am so sorry, Jensen”, she whispered, “but you are not stupid. You are in love with her. It is not your fault she didn’t appreciate and love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

(Y/N) came into bed with me and hugged me. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, while she ran her hands soothingly up and down my spine. Then I heard her whisper that she loved me and that eventually, everything was going to be okay.

Reader’s POV

Seeing Jensen like this broke your heart. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Yes it was true, you might not have been a big fan of Danneel when she came in Jensen’s life but when you saw them together for the first year of their relationship you thought that they may had a chance. It had shattered your heart because there wasn’t any other thing that you wanted more than being the woman by his side but what mattered the most to you was that Jensen was happy. And at first it seemed like they were.

Danneel tried to attend to as many conventions as possible, she came to visit him in Vancouver and she seemed to accept Jensen’s lifestyle and popularity. It took you a while but you started to accept that she seemed to be the one for him. Yes, it broke your heart. But your friendship meant more to you than anything else and so you settled for that instead of telling him about your feelings and possibly losing him forever.

It didn’t take long and Jensen made up his mind and wanted to propose to her after only one and a half year. But hey, you weren’t the one to judge. It was him who had to make this decision and he seemed genuinely happy. That was six months ago.

Now your best friend – and love of your life – was in your arms and cried because of said woman. It made you hate her. If she had been at their shared home you were sure you would have killed her. Jensen slowly stopped sobbing and you looked down at his tear-stained face. Luckily no new ones were running down his face anymore. He was fast asleep again and a soft smile spread on your face. He looked so peaceful.

You slightly shifted and made yourself more comfortable. You wanted to be there when he woke up. Scrolling through your Instagram feed you liked a few pictures and commented on the new photo Sarah posted of Isabella when you felt yourself drift off to sleep. A small yawn escaped you as you decided that it wouldn’t hurt if you took a short nap as well.

You stirred awake when a phone started buzzing. An arm was draped around your waist and it took you a few seconds to realize where you were. Jensen was lying next to you on his stomach, your legs were intertwined with his and his arm rested on your waist. You smiled. This was certainly a view you could get used to. But on the other hand that’s what you almost always thought no matter what he was doing. Jensen was more than perfect.

The phone had stopped buzzing by now but you checked to see who called you. It was Jared. Normally you would have got up but you were so intertwined with Jensen that you had no chance of getting up without waking him. So you decided to call Jared anyway, you just had to be as quiet as possible.

It rang four times when Jared picked up. “Hey, what’s up?” You whispered.

“(Y/N)? Why are you whispering?” He sounded amused but also a bit concerned.

“I’m lying next to Jensen and he’s asleep. Don’t want to wake him. Why did you call?”

On the other end of the line Jared sighed. “Jay is the reason I called. I haven’t heard from him since he texted me he’s landed safely. How is he?”

You looked over at him. He was drooling a little bit and you giggled. “He’s drooling right now! No, he’s miserable. He couldn’t text you anything. Dee pulled a stunt on him and he just got himself drunk as fuck yesterday. At 1.30 he called me thinking he called you and told me everything. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, Jared?”

Jared cleared his throat. “I thought you knew, honestly, (Y/N). You are his best friend as well. I didn’t think he’d keep it from you…”

Next to you, Jensen opened his eyes. “Who you talking to?” His voice was still thick with sleep.

“Gotta go, Jared. See you.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything back and ended the call.

“It was Jared. He wanted to know how you are.”

Jensen mumbled something you couldn’t understand before he turned on his back and stretched. Then he yawned long and loudly before turning on his side, looking at you.

“Wanna get some food? I’m starving.”

You smiled and nodded. He didn’t seem as hung over as he was this morning and you hoped that you could get his mind off Danneel – or more alcohol. Apart from that you were starving as well.

Jensen’s POV 

4 weeks later

I had broken up with Danneel about four weeks ago. It had been hard and she wasn’t all too happy about it but in the end we could talk about it reasonably and she agreed that it was the best for us. We both deserved people who truly loved us and while I did truly love her she admitted that she used to love me but that it had become harder and harder the more time had passed and the more time I had spent in Vancouver.

Despite the rather friendly ending of our relationship I took a week off and tried to keep my mind occupied. I didn’t want to think about her or our house that I left her. I just wanted to get away from everything and anything that reminded me of her. Jared and (Y/N) had been an amazing support for me and (Y/N) even let me move in with her.

(Y/N) was an even better friend than she had been for the past 36 years. When my break was over she even came up to Vancouver with me because she didn’t want to leave me alone yet.

We both laughed a lot when we were together and we reminisced about our childhood memories. I reminded (Y/N) of one story she had long forgotten. We were teenagers and in High School and one of my classmates pretended to have a major crush on (Y/N). (Y/N) was flattered because he was the captain of our school’s football team and basically every girl wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was rather suspicious because I knew him and his friends and how they always turned everything into bets. Even girls. It didn’t take long until (Y/N) agreed to go on a date with him. She didn’t tell me about it because she knew I wouldn’t want her to go. Nevertheless I found out about it and luckily I found them just at the right time. That douchebag was urging her to get into the car with him because he knew that “everyone wants him to be their first”. In that night I had my first fight ever.

(Y/N)’s favorite story was how I pretended to be her boyfriend for four months back when she was in college. There was one creep who just didn’t want to leave her alone and always asked for another date no matter how many times (Y/N) had turned him down before.

It had been a while since (Y/N) and I spent every day together. With me being in Vancouver and her still living in Dallas there weren’t many days we could spend together. Even when I was on hiatus or she had a few days or weeks off, life would sometimes still mess with us. But now that I had spent four weeks with her basically 24/7 because she also came to visit us on set, I got to experience how simple everything was with her. A simplicity that I hadn’t experienced with Danneel. With YN I could just… be.

She was just an amazing woman. Beautiful, smart, witty, honest, funny, fair… I could go on like this forever. But some of the things I started to feel scared me. My heartbeat, for example, that always quickened when she entered the room or when she smiled. Most of the time I just ignored these feelings but I didn’t know if I was imagining it or if they were really getting stronger day by day now. I mean… she had been my friend for 36 years. I couldn’t just fall in love with her now. Right?

For tonight, (Y/N) and I had scheduled a movie night and I was more than looking forward to it. It meant comfy clothes, popcorn and pizza and a lot of fun with her. She was out getting our pizza while I was preparing everything at my flat in Vancouver. The popcorn was done and I put it in two different bowls, one sweetened and the other one salted. Just when I put the bowls down on the table, (Y/N) unlocked the door and came in smiling.

“Babe, I’m home”, she yelled and laughed. It had become our inside joke. A little laugh escaped me as well but it also didn’t go unnoticed by myself that my heartbeat quickened.

“Good, I missed you”, I answered and another laugh shook her body.

“I was gone for 20 minutes. How could you miss me?” She placed the pizzas down on the table and fell next to me on the couch.

I pulled her on my lap and kissed her hair. “You are a wonderful woman. The question should be how I couldn’t miss you!”

She giggled and playfully slapped my hands that I had wrapped around her, wriggling out of my embrace. “Shut it, Ackles. I want to eat!”

I laughed and watched her grabbing her pizza and excitedly cutting it into eight slices. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and smiled, then taking her first bite of her pizza. Grabbing mine and placing it in my lap I asked her what she wanted to watch and she shrugged, not being able to say anything as she was fighting with the mozzarella that was half on her pizza and half in her mouth.

After she swallowed she looked at me. “What do you think of love actually?” She used her puppy eyes on me and I smiled.

“Don’t pull these puppy eyes on me!” I said overdramatically.

(Y/N) smiled knowingly. Her puppy eyes worked perfectly fine on me and I was already looking for love actually on Netflix. I knew she loved that movie and even though I hated it because she forced me to watch it approximately 500 times I loved how much she still enjoyed it.

We soon finished our pizzas and she grabbed one of the popcorn bowls, curling up next to me, with her head in my lap. I didn’t really pay attention to the film but to her. I liked watching her reactions when her favorite actors were on screen or when she was annoyed by the actions of someone in the movie. It was way more exciting to me than actually watching the film.

As she lay there with her head resting in my lap, my fingers traced the skin of her outer thigh lightly in small circles, I felt how her body was covered in soft goose bumps due to what I was doing. It was also then that I really let my eyes roam her body for the first time. Even though I knew that it was somehow wrong I couldn’t help myself. (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten, I shouldn’t feel all these things that I started to feel over the past few weeks but here I was, realizing that maybe my missing puzzle piece had been (Y/N) all along.

She was truly beautiful. Her beauty was simple but yet there were so many special things about her. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes that always sparkled when she laughed or talked about something she was passionate about or her hair that she was wearing in a nice up-do today… it actually didn’t matter to me how she was wearing it, she always looked amazing. There were her cute dimples as soon as she smiled and then there was her perfect body. She moved slightly and so her white tank top slid up a bit, giving me a view of her hipbones. Also I just now realized that her red sweatshorts had a Snoopy printed on the left side of her butt. I quietly laughed to myself.

“What?”

“Nothing”, I answered and laughed.

She turned around, now looking up at me. “Tell me, Ackles, or I’ll leave and you can watch your chick flicks alone!”

Alright, Ackles, here goes nothing. “I just think that you are beautiful.”

(Y/N) sat up with furrowed brows, pausing the film.

“Wait… You think I’m pretty?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

I took her hands in mine and smiled. “You have the most beautiful eyes and I love how they sparkle when you talk about things that are important to you. And your smile, it’s so wonderful and powerful you could probably stop wars with it… I think, things with Danneel had to come to an end so I could finally see how beautiful you are. Inside and out. I know this must be weird right now, (Y/N), but I think I might… like you. Like really like you.”

She looked at me skeptically and shook her head. A small, but sad, laugh escaped her lips. “You are confused, Jay. You just broke up with Danneel a month ago, I get it. Being single is hard when you’ve been in a relationship for so long and especially when you wanted to propose to her but had to realize she didn’t love you for who you are. But this isn’t you talking. It’s the broken heart.”

It broke my heart. She looked so devastated. As if I had just told her that I would never want to see her again. This was not the reaction I was hoping for.

I cupped her cheek. “Hey, buttercup. It’s not the broken heart that’s talking, it’s me. 100 percent Jensen talking here.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and on my hand. I brushed it away with my thumb, trying to lock eyes with her.

“It’s just…” A soft sob escaped her and it broke my heart to see her like that. If I had known what my words would do to her I would have never said them. “I have hoped to hear these words for such a long time, Jensen, and now you are saying them but I just can’t believe them. Because if I do and I let myself in for this and you realize that I’m not as pretty as you think in the morning or that my laugh is annoying when you hear it at one in the morning because I’m up watching The Big Bang Theory ‘cause I can’t sleep… What if you realize all that and let me go? I would not just lose my boyfriend, I would also lose my best friend.”

I was taken aback by her words and looked at her, not quite knowing what to respond to that at first. It only got worse when she slid away from me to the other end of the couch.

“(Y/N)…”, I started, reaching out for her but she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tucked up her legs and I felt as if she had slapped me across my face. “I have known you for as long as I can think. Don’t you think I don’t know what you look like in the morning? Don’t you remember what happened the last time I caught you watching The Big Bang Theory at one in the morning? I sat down next to you and we laughed together. Please, (Y/N), give this a shot – give us a shot.”

She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and by now tears were running down her cheeks freely. I felt so helpless. When I told her I didn’t know what to expect and I was probably expecting anything but not that. Not in a million years did I imagine that she became a crying mess because of me, my feelings for her… her feelings for me.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head and got up. “I can’t do this, Jensen. Not like that. You project all of your feelings you had for Danneel onto me. And I don’t want to be your rebound girl, I’m sorry.” Her voice broke at the end and then she suddenly turned around and quickly ran over to the front door.

I got up as quickly as I could but before I could reach her she was out of my door and gone. And there I stood, running my hands through my hair, tears in my eyes, wondering if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

Read part 2 here