#Jensen Ackles is sex on legs

[lacilou]

This is getting out of hand!!!

📸 Wayward Girl, Christine D'Ambrosio, HD Photography

[jesschalamet]

bro i wish i was his wife 😩😩

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: complete fluff, getting blood drawn so needles and blood

Summary: Jensen is in town for his next concert and visit you for a check-up before performing. You two have known each other for your whole life since his sister is your best friend, and he never fails to ask you out every time he sees you. You’ve always said no. It’s his mission to get you to say yes.

Square Filled: rockstar!jensen (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You grab another vial of blood and mark down in the system which patient of yours this belongs to. Afterward, you place it inside a medical plastic bag and set it off to the side for the lab to pick up later. Today has been non-stop tending to patients, drawing blood, and taking vitals. You’re only halfway through your shift and you feel like your head is going to explode.

“Did you see his post?” another nurse asks as she and her friend walk into the office. “God, he looks so hot. I can’t believe he’s single.”

“I bet he’s fucking random fans every show he does. I could be one of those fans if I got tickets. Can you believe even the nosebleeds are two hundred bucks?”

You don’t need to hear his name to know who they’re talking about. There is only one artist that is big enough in the news right now. He’s been on a steady incline to fame ever since he left Texas for California.

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You roll your eyes at that but don’t comment on it. You just want to do your job and go home. You can’t be sitting here thinking about your best friend’s brother and how much of an arrogant bastard he is who thinks the world revolves around him. It doesn’t help that he has a major crush on you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. Besides him telling you every time he calls you how much he likes you, he’ll always try to show you either with flowers, dinner, or other small presents that he has mailed to you.

There isn’t a time that goes by when he’s with you that he doesn’t try and ask you out on a date. If he was just your best friend’s brother, you would consider it. It’s the fact that he’s an up-and-coming rockstar who isn’t near his peak that has you on the edge. You know rockstars. You dated a few of them. All they care about is music, money, and sex. They’ll get it anywhere from any woman who is willing to spread her legs for them. You’re not saying Jensen is like that, but you don’t want to be a notch on his belt.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from using your vibrator and fantasizing about him.

A few days pass without incident when you’re inputting patients into the computer. The same two coworkers who were talking about Jensen before come strolling in with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s got you two looking like that?”

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

“No, but I know of a way inside. I have someone working security.”

You’d rather not sit here and watch them fangirl over him so you decide to finish your paperwork later and check on the patients. Your best friend, Sabrina, pulls you to the side as soon as she sees you.

“I need you to take the patient in Room 15.”

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

“He’s my brother. They won’t let me work on him.”

Jensen is here. You think about what it might mean if he sees you entering the room and think it’s better than sending the fangirls in there with him.

“Fine. You owe me.” You start to walk away from her with the blood draw supplies and pause. “Don’t tell the other girls. They’ll cause a riot.”

You walk to Room 15 and knock twice before entering. Jensen is sitting on the small table with the paper lined for people’s safety even though half the time, it gets crumbled and tossed out of the way. He is scrolling through his phone but it’s not that that has you staring in awe. He is wearing a tight black shirt that really shows off his muscles and tattoos and dusty blue jeans that you know hug his ass so nicely, all with a backward hat on. His hair peeks out the back of his hat. It was shorter than the last time you saw him.

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

Jensen’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he gives you a thousand-watt smile. He immediately puts his phone away so that he can give you all of his attention.

“I was hoping Sabrina would send you in here.”

“Oh, you’re lucky it’s me and not the two fangirls out there. I’m pretty sure one of them wants to have sex with you.”

“What about you? Do you want to have sex with me?”

You smile shyly and grab two latex gloves to start the blood-drawing process. “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You wrap a tourniquet around his upper arm before grabbing his arm and rubbing the area with an alcohol swab to sterilize the area. Don’t think about his big muscles. Focus, Y/N! You open a packet that contains a new needle and place it where you need to. Without counting down, you stick the needle into his vein and start to grab blood samples.

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your giggle. So, when am I gonna take you out?”

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. Throw me a bone or something.”

“I’m not even going to comment,” you laugh.

You take out the first vial and shove a new one into the case for more blood.

“I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out to a nice dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you will? How generous of you,” you say sarcastically yet playfully.

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

���You’ll turn blue in the face if you continue that.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I look good in blue.” You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile knowing he sees it. You finish getting four blood samples before patching him up with a Hello Kitty bandaid. You were just treating two twin little girls and this is all you have. “Nice band-aid.”

“It’s all I have. I can get a different one if you want.”

“No, no, I happen to like Hello Kitty.” You trash your gloves and the needle packet before standing. “Come to my concert.”

“I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. It’s on Saturday and you don’t work the weekends.” You silently curse knowing he’s right. “How about this? I will have a VIP and all-access badge with your name on it. Come if you want. It starts at seven. Are we done here?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

He hops of the table and kisses your cheek as he leaves. The two fangirls see him and fawn over his good looks but when he looks back, it’s at you. He only has eyes for you. He winks and turns to the fangirls who are practically tripping over the other to get to him. He signs what they want to be signed and takes pictures with them before leaving.

Today is only Wednesday but you can’t stop thinking about Jensen and his offer the rest of the week. Saturday comes faster than you’d like, and you find yourself driving with Sabrina to the concert hours before it even starts. There are already people lining up to get to the front of the pit but you bypass the entire parking lot to head to the back where the service entrance is.

“I can’t believe I’m going to this,” you say.

“So, when are you and my brother going to fuck?”

“Sabrina!”

“What? If anyone should be with him, it’s you. That boy is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He thinks he is because I don’t want him.”

“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night?”

“Sabrina… He’s a rockstar. He’s a famous rockstar. He doesn’t want some rundown nurse. He could have anyone.”

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

You’re torn because you do want Jensen. He’s every girl’s dream. Even if he wasn’t a rockstar or famous, you’ve known him since you two were kids. You grew up together. You know who the real Jensen is, the one he doesn’t show anyone else. Still, there is that nagging feeling that he'll dump you once he gets bored with you. 

All of your exes did.

You show security both your IDs and he hands you and Sabrina your access badges before directing you where to park. After you two get out, you follow security to the back where the band is hanging out. You’ve gotten to know Jensen’s band a little over the years. They’re nice guys.

“Bean!” Jensen turns and grins when he sees his sister. His drummer has a major crush on your friend and has called her Bean ever since she told him she hated it. They’re in the “will they, won’t they?” stage but everyone knows they’re gonna be endgame. “Where’ve you been?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she rolls her eyes and hugs her brother. 

“And I told you I don’t care. I like how you blush when I do,” he smirks.

Jensen’s gaze goes over to you and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. He walks over to you and takes off his hat so that his hair falls over his face.

“Hi, Jensen.” He smiles but doesn’t answer you. “What, cat got your tongue? I know I’m breathtaking but come on.”

“He doesn’t speak before a show to preserve his voice. He has breathing exercises to do,” Josh, the drummer, says.

“What a blessing,” you joke.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug, and you allow this minute to really feel him. His arms have always felt so safe around you, and you find yourself relaxing into his body. He pulls away and takes out his phone to text you since he takes his voice exercises seriously. Your phone pings and you look at the message he sent.

I love that you’re here.

You blush under his gaze and try but fail to hide your smile.

“You know I would have come.”

You and Sabrina leave for the VIP tent on the floor while the band gets ready. The opener comes out and does her performance which gives you time to enjoy the music and get some food before Jensen comes on stage. Since you and Sabrina are on Jensen and Josh’s social media, you’re both easily recognizable. Fans come up to the tent to chat and take pictures with you two. You never had a desire for fame but it’s nice to know you’ve made someone’s day just by saying hi to them.

The entire stadium goes dark and the intro to the concert begins. Immediately, the entire crowd cheers for Jensen. He walks on stage in a different outfit than when you saw him earlier, and you have to admit he looks really good. He’s wearing a classic muscle shirt that definitely shows off how much he’s been working out and his tattoos. Gone is his hat so that his hair can flop around freely.

His eyes immediately find the VIP tent, and he smiles when he sees you. You’ve seen his concerts over TikTok Lives and other social media platforms but nothing beats the real thing. He sings each song with passion like he means every word he’s singing. There is a long catwalk where he walks, and all the girls fawn over him whenever he gives them two seconds of his attention.

By the time he’s at the halfway point of his concert, your feet are hurting from how much you’re dancing and your ears are ringing from how loud it is, but you love it. Jensen is in the middle of a song when he suddenly stops and takes out one of his earpieces.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. The band stops playing and everyone quiets down in confusion, including you. He’s never done this at any of his other concerts. “I’ll get back to the music in a second. I just want to say this is a very special concert because there is someone very special here tonight.”

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s right over there in the VIP tent.” The camera pans over to your shocked face so that everyone in the stadium can see. Sabrina can’t stop smiling. “You see, we’ve been friends since we were kids and she doesn’t know this but I am absolutely crazy for her.”

Cheers erupt throughout the stadium, and you shake your head at Jensen with a smile.

“Now, I’ve asked her this many times but she’s always said no to me. I don’t think she’ll be able to say no in a room full of eighty thousand people. Someone get her a microphone. I want to hear her answer.” Jensen waits for someone to bring you a microphone. “Y/N, will you let me take you to a really nice dinner date?”

You wait for the crowd to quiet down a bit before giving your answer.

“No,” you smile sweetly. “You just won’t take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” He drags one of the barstools to the middle of the stage and sits on it. “That’s why we’re not continuing until you say yes.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I won’t sing another song until you say yes. What do you say, Los Angeles? Should she say yes to me?” Almost every fan in the stadium including Sabrina cheers for you two. “See? Even they think you should.”

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

“Alright.” Jensen sits and drums his fingers on his legs patiently. “I wonder what I’m going to do next weekend. I think I should take up fishing. My dad always brought me but I never appreciated it before.”

“You’re seriously going to sit there and not continue your concert?” you ask.

“Put everyone out of their misery and just say yes to the date. Come on, everyone. Y/N! Y/N!”

Everyone starts chanting your name, and Sabrina tugs on your arm to grab your attention.

“Has any of your exes done this for you? What are you scared of?”

She’s right. None of your rockstar boyfriends have ever stopped a concert for you. None of them even mentioned you were there. Jensen doesn’t have to say it but he is in love with you and you’re in love with him.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Jensen cheers. You hand the microphone back to the stadium worker, and Jensen puts the earpiece back in. “This next song is for you, sweetheart.”

And he plays the song he wrote for you in high school.

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[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship pt 4

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: SMUT!, oral sex, fluff

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

This chapter has some spice at the beginning and then some fluff. Hey, it’s about balance. 😀 The reader and Jensen’s relationship crosses a line.

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life.

Minors DNI 18+

Jensen’s lips captured mine in a deep, need filled kiss. His teeth pulled my bottom lip as he pulled back. His fingers danced delicately across my skin, excited and turned me on. 

His hands slipped behind my back and unhooked my bra. My ample breasts sprang free, pulling a groan from him. Jensen licked his lips and started to kiss down my neck, across my collarbone and to my breasts. One hand cupped my breast while his mouth sucked and nibbled on the other. 

I arched my back and moaned his name. “Mmm yes, Jensen. More.” “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” “You, please, Jensen, I want you.” 

Jensen’s lips trailed down my body. I suddenly became insecure and tried to cover my body. Jensen’s head shot up and he looked at me, “Don’t darlin’, you’re so gorgeous. Every..(he kissed me)...inch…(he kissed down my stomach)....of…(kissing my stretch marks)....you….(his lips stopped at my pants).” 

Jensen’s eyes met mine, I nodded yes. His fingers worked fast to undo my pants. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down, pulling my panties with them. 

Jensen tossed my pants to the side and smirked. He bent down as I slid up the bed, my head coming to rest on the pillows. His eyes flicked to mine, now a dark, lust filled green that sent a shiver down my spine. 

He licked his lips and I bit mine. My breathing quickened with anticipation. Jensen slowly spread my legs as he kissed up my thighs. I could feel the need and prospect of things to come. As he reached my folds he gently parted them with his long, thick fingers. A small moan fell from my lips. 

Jensen’s fingers slowly touched my dripping wet core and my hips instinctively moved into him. He smirked when he felt how wet I was already. Jensen’s thumb brushed against my swollen clit as he stuck two fingers inside me. 

My back arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure rushed through my body. Jensen’s tongue and mouth moved over my clit with perfect precision as he continued to push his fingers inside, hitting my sweet spot. My hands gripping the sheets and then his hair. 

My mind was a mess as the pleasure of it all rushed through me. “Oh fuck, Jensen! Don’t stop, please.” Gasps and moans fell from my lips as Jensen devoured me like a man eating his last meal. I felt the familiar tightness as my impending orgasm threatened to send me spiraling over the edge. 

My legs began to shake and Jensen could sense my body tensing. He licked, sucked and pumped faster. Lifting his head, he looked at me. The pleasure of the moment evident on my face, “Cum for me baby. I want to taste you.” Jensen continued his task and pushed me further to the edge. As he inserted a third finger he began to suck on my overly sensitive clit, and the coil snapped like a stretched rubber band. 

My hands pushing his head further in as I started to cum, “Fuck! Jensen I’m cumming. Oh god! Yes!” I screamed in pleasure. Jensen kept licking and sucking, making sure to get every last bit of my orgasm out of my body. My legs were trying to close, but Jensen’s strong arms held them apart. 

When he was sure I was done, he leaned up. My juices covering his face and five o’clock shadow. Jensen looked at me, my face flushed with pleasure and glistening with sweat. My chest rising and falling with every breath I took. He smiled, and leaned down, kissing my lips. 

“Wow, Jensen. That was amazing.” He smiled at me, “Yes it was. Thank you, Y/N.” As he leaned back I saw him adjust himself. His cock rock hard and straining against his pants. “Jensen, that can’t be comfortable, come on baby. Now it’s your turn.” 

I leaned up and looked at Jensen as my fingers found his button. He nodded and I unbuttoned his pants, my fingers lightly pulling the zipper down as my knuckles brushed against his erection. Pulling a half hiss, half moan from his lips. 

I smirked as I slowly pulled down his pants and his boxers, pulling a groan from his lips. His rock hard cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers. I bit my lip looking at the sheer size and girth of him. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll go slow.” My breath quickened as I laid back, pushing myself up to the pillows. Jensen grabbed a condom from the side table and slid it on. The anticipation building, causing my body to become more aroused. 

Jensen climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He pumped his length a few times and his gaze met mine. “Are you ready, baby?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. 

I felt his cockhead push past my folds and at the entrance of my pussy. Our eyes locked on each other as he started to push in. I moaned as he pushed his length in, stretching me to fit him perfectly. My walls are tight around his cock. As he bottomed out, he groaned and put his forehead on mine. 

“Sorry, baby. I need a minute. You’re so tight, I don’t want to cum too fast.” I nodded and kissed him. He deepened the kiss as he started to move. My back arched as he moved his hips into mine. “God you feel so good, Y/N.” 

As Jensen’s pace picked up our moans filled the air. I grabbed his shoulders as he kissed my body with each thrust. His head falling to the crook of neck from time to time, his hot breath rushing over me. 

Jensen pulled out and I whined at the loss of fullness. “I want you on top, baby. I want to see your beautiful body. Take control.” My breath hitched, “Jensen, I don’t want to hurt you.” His hand cupped my face, “Darlin’ you won’t. Please, I want to see you ride me.” 

Jensen laid back and I straddled him. My legs on either side of his thighs. I took his cock in my hand and lined him up to my entrance and I slowly sat down. I used his chest to help steady me. As I started to rock my hips. 

Jensen’s hands ran up my legs, and up my torso to my breasts. He palmed them as I rocked and bounced. “Yes, baby. Just like that. God you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” 

Jensen lifted his legs, changing the position slightly and giving me more leverage. I placed my hands on his solid chest and continued to move. I sped up as Jensen’s moans grew louder. I was panting and moaning with each movement. I felt the familiar coil tightening in my core. I knew I was close to another release. 

“Jens, I’m close again. Oh fuck!.” “Me too, baby. Keep going.” Jensen’s hips moved into mine. Our bodies are perfectly in sync. Without too much warning my second release hit just as Jensen’s did. My walls clenched around his cock and pulled out his hot cum. He shot his load in the condom. His hips bucked into me as he rode out his release. Jensen’s grip on my hips tightened as he continued to empty his seed in the condom. 

When the two of us were coming down from our high, I climbed off of Jensen and walked to the bathroom to clean myself and get a washcloth for Jensen. 

I returned and he removed the condom, disposing it in the trash can, and he cleaned himself off. Tossing the washcloth into the hamper, Jensen laid back on the bed and offered me his arm. “Come here darlin’” He said as he pulled me close to him. 

He placed a kiss on my lips and held me tightly. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered. My heart fluttered, “I love you too, Jensen.” He smiled and closed his eyes. My heart beat fast in my chest. I looked at him, his jaw relaxed and his breathing evening out. A look of pure contentment on his face. I laid my head on his chest, and closed my eyes. My heart is so full of love. We both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

The next few days were spent going about our normal lives. Jazzy and I went back home, but she refused to sleep alone. I barely slept because I was scared. Robert had bonded out of jail, there was a restraining order, but that never stopped anyone. I didn’t want to admit to Jensen how scared I was to stay at my place. I felt safe at his house, in his arms.

Since the night Jensen and I made love, our relationship was getting stronger. He and the kids were coming over for dinner tonight, so I took the day off to get the house ready and get things for dinner. The kids were at school, and Jensen was working. 

I cleaned the house, went to the store and came home. Looking at the clock I realized I had about 3 hours before I had to get the kids from school, so I decided to take a nap. I was completely exhausted from the lack of sleep at night. Every sound startled me awake, every whimper from Jazzy made me sit up and keep vigil over her. 

I grabbed the blanket that hung over the foot of my bed and laid down on the pillows. Before too long I was asleep. 

Jensen pulled into the driveway with a smile plastered on his face. He grabbed the flowers he had picked up at the florist, and walked to the door. Grabbing the door handle, he realized it was locked. Taking out his key, he turned it and pushed open the door. 

He smirked when he looked around at the house. He knew I was feverishly cleaning and getting ready for dinner. Walking into the house he was met with silence. Sitting the flowers down he walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Pushing open the door he saw me asleep on the bed. The floor under his heavy boot creaked causing me to shoot up and gasp. “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s me, baby.” 

I took a shaky breath, and as I let it out I started sobbing, apologizing to him. He crossed the room and pulled me into his arms, “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m sorry I scared you.” His hands rubbing my head and holding me tight to his chest. 

After a few minutes and some grounding breaths I spoke, “Jens, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was you. I thought it was…” My voice trailed off. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re safe. I promise.” 

My eyes looked into his, a silent plea to save me and Jazzy from the turmoil I was facing alone. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Jensen asked softly. “Nothing, it will be okay.” I said softly.

Jensen’s fingers softly lifted my chin, “Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong. You look exhausted and you’re shaking and crying.” I looked into his green eyes, “I just, I haven’t been sleeping and Jazzy hasn’t slept alone since we came home. I’m so scared, Jensen. Scared he’s going to come back and finish what he started.” “Y/N, I promise you, I will keep you and Jazzy safe. He won’t hurt you again, either of you. Move in with me and the kids.” 

My eyes widened and a soft gasp left my lips, “What?” “I want you and Jazzy to move in with me and the kids. The other night when we all spent the evening together, it felt perfect. I don’t want that feeling to go away. The kids love you and Jazzy, I love you and Jazzy. Come on baby, move in with us. If you’re more comfortable with staying in the guest room you can, or move into my room. I don’t care as long as the two of you are there. We can be a real family.” 

A smile formed across my face, my heart fluttered, “Jensen, are you really sure? What about the kids? I don’t want them to be upset.” “They love the idea. I may have already mentioned it to them. I was going to ask you later tonight.” “Jensen, if you’re sure, then yes! We will move in with you guys.” 

Jensen’s lips captured mine in a deep kiss. I smiled against his lips. “Baby, I need to get some things together for a few days. Want to help me?” Jensen smiled, “Well, I’d rather have sex, but yeah I’ll help.” “I gently touched his chest, “There will be plenty of time for that later, I promise.” “Yes there will be, lots of time. How does the rest of our lives sound?” I leaned in to kiss his lips again, “Perfect.” 

A few hours later we had picked up the kids and brought them back to my place. The kids were playing, but I noticed Jazzy seemed a bit off. Jensen noticed it too. “Hey Jazzy, what’s wrong baby girl?” She hung her head and said, “Nothing. I’m okay.” Jensen and I exchanged a look. We knew something was wrong. I opened her book bag to see if there was a behavior note from her teacher, but what I found broke my heart. There was an invitation for a “Father/Daughter Dance” at the school for Friday night. My heart broke for her. 

I walked over to Jensen with the paper in my hand and showed it to him. He looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. “Baby, let me take her and Arrow. That is, if she wants to go with me.” “Jens, that would be perfect, are you sure Arrow wouldn’t mind sharing you?” “Oh no, she’d love it. I have an idea, but I need to take 2 of your roses.” I smiled and nodded. 

Jensen grabbed the two roses and the paper and walked across the yard to the girls. He held the flowers behind his back. “Arrow, can you come here please?” Jensen asked as he walked towards them. 

“Yes daddy?” She asked. “I heard there was a dance on Friday at your school.” “Oh yeah! I forgot. Daddy, it's for you and me only, Zeppy can’t come.” She giggled. “So I see, well (he presented one of the roses) will you go with me to the dance baby girl?” She squealed in delight, “Yes, daddy!!” She took the flower and twirled around. I noticed Jazzy standing to the side, looking sad. 

Jensen walked over to her and got down on his knee, “Miss Jazzy, will you accompany Arrow and I to the dance on Friday night? I want to take two of my best girls to the dance.” He presented the second flower to her and her face lit up like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. “Yes!” She squealed as she took the flower. 

I stood to the side and smiled at the way my daughter’s face lit up. As Jensen walked back over to me I kissed his lips. “You’re amazing, you know that. What you just did for her is something she will remember for the rest of her life.” “Good, because she deserves the world, so does her mama.” I smiled as he kissed me.

*Friday*

“Okay girls, let’s get your dresses on and your hair fixed.” I said as I called the girls into mine and Jensen’s room. The girls came bounding into the room giggling with excitement. “Mommy, Arrow said I could dance with Daddy Jensen.” “That’s so sweet, Jazzy. I love dancing with Daddy Jensen. He’s a great dancer.” 

“Who’s a great dancer?” Jensen said as he appeared at the bathroom door. He was wearing a suit and tie, his hair styled back, clean shaven, and his cologne filled the space between us. I bit my lip. “You are, daddy.” Jazzy and Arrow both said. 

Jensen chuckled, “Well I am pretty talented.” “And full of yourself too, Mr. Ackles.” I teased playfully. “Yeah, well you love it, Ms Y/L/N.” “Yes I do, and I love you.” I kissed his lips softly. “I love you too.” 

“Now, I need you to leave so I can get these girls ready. You’re a distraction in that suit.” I smirked. Jensen threw his head back and laughed, “Oh am I? Hmmm maybe we can discuss how much of a distraction later after I get back.” He pulled me flush to him, “Yes, Jensen, now go so I can get them ready.” 

About twenty minutes later the girls were dressed and their hair perfectly curled and pinned up. Arrow chose a light pink flowy dress with flowers on the skirt and her black ballet flats. Jazzy chose a yellow dress that reminded you of the ball gown Belle wore when she danced with the Beast. Both girls had their hair half up and half down with ringlet curls. 

The girls walked hand in hand down the stairs and I walked behind them. Jensen was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with two corsages, one for each girl. After slipping the corsages on their wrists, Jensen grabbed their coats and helped them put them on. 

I took pictures and smiled as I saw Jensen interacting with the girls. He was an amazing father, and you couldn’t tell which one of the girls was his real daughter, because he treated them both equally. It made me fall even more in love with him. 

I said my goodbyes and kissed the girls and then Jensen. “Y'all have fun, and don’t stay out too late.” The girls giggled and Jensen kissed me again, “I love you.” 

I closed the door and went into the living room with Zeppelin and JJ. We decided it was a pizza and movie night since it was just the three of us. After the pizza got there I made us a picnic on the living room floor and turned on a movie. 

Throughout the night I was getting texts from Jensen with pictures and updates. Jazzy looked so incredibly happy. I had no idea how I was going to repay Jensen. He didn’t have to include her, but he did. 

JJ, Zeppelin and I finished off the pizza, watched the movie and played some games. As I got the kids to bed, JJ looked at me with a smile on her face, “Miss Y/N, do you love my daddy?” I smiled softly, “Yes, I do, very much, and I love you three too.” She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, “Good, because I love you too. I miss my mama, but I want you to be my mama too.” 

My breath hitched and my eyes filled with tears, “Oh JJ, I’d love to be your second mama. You know your mama loved you very much, and wouldn’t have left if she could have helped it.” JJ sat there quietly for a minute, “I know. I’m glad she sent you and Jazzy to us.” She hugged me again and laid down. 

I kissed her head and told her goodnight. Walking back downstairs to clean up I replayed what JJ said to me over and over in my head. I couldn’t help but smile at how my life had changed so quickly. 

My phone went off with a text.

Jensen: Hey, the girls are asleep, can you come help me. 🙂

Me: Yes, I’m on my way.

I walked into the garage and found Jensen leaning against the car, shirt unbuttoned a little at the top, tie hanging loosely around his neck. I bit my lip. How can one man look so incredible no matter what he’s wearing? A light blush filled my cheeks. He pushed off the car and smiled, placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

“Welcome home, honey.” I whispered against his lips. We opened the car doors, he grabbed Arrow and I grabbed Jazzy, carrying both sleeping girls into the house.

We climbed the stairs and carried them to their room. I changed Jazzy and he changed Arrow out of their dresses and into their pajamas. Jazzy woke up a little bit, “Hi mommy.” “Hi baby girl, did you have fun?” “Yes, I love daddy so much.” 

I smiled over at Jensen who had heard what she said and a smile stretched to his eyes, causing his eye crinkles to be dominant. 

Jensen and I left the room and softly closed the door. I pulled him into my arms, “Thank you, Jensen for loving her like she was your own. What you did for her tonight is something she will remember forever.” He cupped my face and softly kissed my lips, “You’re welcome darlin’, and she is mine now. Both of you are.” I smiled and he took my hand, leading me downstairs. 

“So how did it go here? Were the kids good?” Jensen asked when we got downstairs. “It was great. We had a pizza picnic in the living room and watched a movie, played games, and JJ asked me to be her mama, you know nothing major.” I smirked. Jensen’s eyes went wide, “Wow, that’s huge.” He pulled me flush to his chest, “Seems like I’m not the only one in love with you. So can I ask, what did you say?” I placed my hands on his chest, “I told her I’d love to be her second mama. I told her that I loved the four of you very much.” 

“Sounds like we both had an incredible night. Y/N, thank you for coming into our lives. I didn’t realize how adrift we were until you and Jazzy came into our lives and hearts. This, all of this feels perfect, like we belong together.” I nodded, “I agree, Jensen. Now, let’s go to bed. You’re killing me dressed like this.” I smiled and my tongue licked my lip, pulling it into my teeth. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Jensen laughed as he locked up and chased me quietly up the stairs. I giggled down the hall and to our shared room. When we got into the room, we fell onto the bed tangled in each other’s arms. Jensen peppered me with kisses as I squirmed and giggled under him. “God I love hearing you laugh.” Jensen said as he looked down at me. 

The rest of the night was spent tangled in each other, making love and exploring each other’s bodies. As we drifted off to sleep, Jensen’s fingers lightly running up and down my arm, I softly sighed. “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head, and I fell asleep in the arms of the man I love. 

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Girl At The Rock Show 7 - smut +18

Characters: Reader. Jensen Ackles (xreader) Mac (o.c) Mentions of: Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Justin Hartley, Mackenzie Ackles,

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, Drinking, Supernatural Spoilers Maybe, Light BDSM, Dom(ish) Jensen, Belt Fetish, Oral F Receiving, Oral M Receiving, Swallowing Cum, Face Riding, Unprotected Sex (seriously wrap it before you tap it.) Shower Sex, Coming in partner, Talk Of Pregnancy(?), (I think that's it. lmk if i forgot any.)

Summary: Jensen is FINALLY back.

Word count: 6,338

A/N: Part 7!! I'm sorry this took so long. This last week and a half has been rough, but we are through the storm and not looking back. Thank you guys so much for all the support and kind words. You seriously brighten my days. Y'all are amazing 🫶

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Reader’s P.O.V

You huffed as you looked at your watch. Just gotta get there these last couple charts done (y/n) you thought to yourself. You tried to fill in patient treatments, but you kept losing your focus. Less than 24 hours and you would be back at the airport and back in his arms. Just thinking about it made the butterflies stir up.

You made it halfway home and your phone started to ring.

“Well, hello there Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “Hey sweetheart. You driving home?”

“Yup. About halfway there.”

“Running late today.”

“Yeah. Charts took longer today.” You sighed as you slowed for a red light. “What are you doin’?”

“Nothing. Just standing here at the moment.”

“Well, that’s exciting.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hmm do I want coffee…”

“Babe its almost 5 o’clock” he paused “there.”

“Point? If I have caffeine now, I can watch more supernatural.”

“Oh, Lord.” He teased.

“Hey y’all wanted this, now deal with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckled. “How was your day?”

“Slow and long.” You whined. He chuckled again. “Tomorrow morning is gonna be even worse.”

“Eh it might be better than you think.”

“I doubt it.”

“So, I guess no coffee.”

“No, I just wanna be home.”

“You almost there?”

“Pulling up to the gate. Why?”

“Just askin’.”

Your heart stopped and you stopped the car when you saw it. In your driveway sat a big black Silverado. “Jensen…”

He laughed. “Surprise.”  You pulled your e-brake and jumped out of your car, leaving it in the middle of the road. You didn’t care, the only thing that mattered right now was him. A sudden burst of energy coursed through your veins, and you started to run. Please don’t be a dream you thought. You jumped, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he caught you.  As your arms wrapped around his neck you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Letting out a small squeal as you squeeze. He chuckled. “I missed you too baby.”

He sat you on his open tailgate and kissed your lips. As he tried to back up your hands flew to his sides. Grabbing his shirt and pulling his lips back to yours.

“Do you want Beau to get hit?”

“He’s fine.” He raised his brows. You huffed as you released your grip.

You put your hands next to your hips and started to lift off the tailgate. He stopped you with a kiss. “I’ll get it.” He turned and headed toward your car. You tilted your head and let out a loud whistle as you watched him walk away. He chuckled as he stuck his ass out and swung his hips dramatically from side to side making you laugh.

Jensen’s P.O.V

He scrolled through Netflix, as he lay in her bed. The noise of the running shower was stealing his attention in between the previews. His thumb pushed the buttons but all he could think about was her. Leaning back under the steamy hot water. The water slickening her soft curls as it ran through them. Cascading down the front of her, leaving streaks on those full lips. He bit his lip as he pictured the water dripping off her hardened nipples. The water rippling down over her sexy curves. He felt a twitch in his shaft as he imagined how wet her pussy would be right now. Rolling his hips he fantasized about pinning her against the wall. Feeling her clenching around his cock, how perfect she fit around him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as he rubbed the front of his jeans. He looked over. She did leave the bathroom door open… “You need help getting your back darlin?” he asked leaning up against the sink.

She giggled. “Took you long enough Ackles.”

He stepped in the steamy hot shower. Everything was just as perfect as he imagined it. She was washing the last little bit of shampoo out of her hair. He bit his lip again as he watched.

“You gonna stand there and stare all day?” she asked as she finished.

“I’m just waiting to get your back,” she laughed and wrapped her arms arounds his neck, his wrapping around her waist. Her lips crashed onto his full of desire and need. He felt her slid her hand down his chest, down his stomach, and finding his  erection. A moan escaped his throat as she started stroking him. Pleasure exploding through his entire body. He can feel her smile on his lips.

 Her kisses become more aggressive as she starts pumping faster. A small gasp left her lips as he grabbed her ass and picked her up, a soft moan of his name as he turned and shoved her against the shower wall. Lining his tip up to her entrance he could feel how wet she was for him and his cock surged with anticipation. “Mmmm Baby.” He moaned as he pushed in slowly. God, she was so fucking tight. He waited for the signal, once she moved her hips, he drew his hips back and slid his cock in again. Her lips were back on his, more passion than aggression in her kisses this time. He began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. He was barely able to contain his climax as her walls squeezed him, as he watched her head lift while she moaned his name again, feeling her fingers tightening in his hair.

As he thrusted faster, he could her walls begin to quiver. “Jensen, I’m gonna.” She couldn’t even get the words out. He pumped into her as hard and fast as he could chasing her sweet release.

“Come on baby, I wanna feel you come.”  She got tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter. His name left her lips again as her pussy throbbed around him. He couldn’t hold it anymore. With a loud grunt he pushed in one last time and pulled out, His lips captured hers as his thick seed shot all over the wall below her. She wrapped her arms around him again as she rested her forehead on his. He had never experienced such intense emotions until now. His return, being in her presence again made it clear to him that he was in love. He pushed his lips onto hers before those three little words slipped out.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Truck or Beau.” He asked as you shut the front door behind you.

“Truck.” You decided.

He raised his eyebrows. “Alright cowgirl.” He walked you over to the passenger side with his arm around you. He opened the door, “Hop in.” he said putting his hand out to help you.

“Where do you want to eat?” he asked as he started his truck.

“You pick.” You said putting your open hand across the arm rest. He took it and laced his fingers through yours.

“Ok then you pick the music.” He said disconnecting his Bluetooth.

“Deal.” You said connecting yours. You hit shuffle play. If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks starts to play. He sings along as he backed into the street making your heart flutter. A smile on your face as you watch him.

“What?” He asked as he caught you.

“Nothin, Ackles. Just happy.” You confessed,

He smiled then raised your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “Me too sweetheart.”

As he goes straight through the round-a-bout the song ends, and his Simple Man cover with Jason Manns plays. He looked over at you with a wide grin. “Shush you have a nice voice and it’s a good song.”

“I will not shush. It makes me happy knowing my stuff is on your epic playlist.”

“Jensen. Of course you’re on my playlist.”

He smiled.

“So, how was Vancouver?” you asked as he turned right onto Woodward St.

“Pretty good. Besides the obvious downside.” He glanced at you. “Getting to hang out with Justin is always a good time. I’ve known him for years, we always had plans to do something together. So, when he called and told me about the role I jumped.” Jensen smiled. “He wants to meet ya know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” He said nodding. He turned left onto E Ben White Blvd and then merged onto State Hwy 71.

“So, I’m guessing you told him all about me huh?”

“Yep.” He repeated.

You laughed “You gonna tell me what you said?”

“Nope.”

“Shocker.” He laughed.

“We are going to Terry Black’s?” you asked as he pulled in the parking lot.

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled in an empty spot. “Have you been here yet?”

“Not yet. The girls at the office told me it’s the best BBQ in town. “

“It’s pretty damn good. I can’t believe Mac hasn’t brought you here yet.” He said as you met him at the front of his truck

“Well, we mainly eat at home and binge Supernatural.” He laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders. He opened the door, and you walked to get in line. “Alright babe. I don’t know how any of this works,” you gestured to the ordering stations.

He chuckled. “I got you sweetheart. Do you want a beer?”

“Yes please.”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back, “He walked up to the bar. He started to walk back, when a couple walked up to him. You smiled as he sat the beers back on the bar and took a picture with them. He shook hands with them, and they walked away. He grabbed the beer again and walked back to you. “Here baby. I’m so.”

“Stop.” You cut him off. “Don’t apologize for being nice to your fans. I love that about you.”

He smiled. you guys moved up with the line. “So do I get to see your office?”

“Let me ask Erica about that on Monday and I will let you know. Although I don’t think anyone would pass down the opportunity to meet Jensen Ackles.”

He chuckled. You picked your sides. “Is there any certain meat you don’t want?” you shook your head. He ordered a little bit of everything, and they placed it on the tray. He got to the register, and you pulled out your card. He slapped it away and swiped his. You rolled your eyes.  “You wanna sit on the patio?”

“Whatever you want doll face.”

He chuckled and walked that way. “Thank you.” he said as you opened the door for him. He walked over to a table and sat down. you sat across from him.

You guys started eating. “So do you have any patients yet?”

“Not yet. I did a newborn checkup the other day though and the mom gave me a good review. Erica said she just loved me. So, fingers crossed.”

“I can’t believe Jared didn’t switch to you.”

“I actually told him not to.” He raised a brow at you. “I love Jared and Gen, but I would rather the kids see me as their parents’ cool friend rather than their doctor that comes to the BBQ.”

“Which is tomorrow.”

“Oh, I know. He’s only reminded me about 15 times.” You said with a laugh.

“Yea, I think that’s the first he said to me when I met him at baggage claim.” Jensen smiled. “I see your point about the kids.”

“I’ll more than likely still treat them at some point. If I have an opening and they need to be seen that day, but not their primary care-provider.” You wiped your hands and finished your beer. “You want another beer?” you asked him as you stood up.

“Yea, here.” He leaned and started to pull out his wallet. You rolled your eyes and started back for the door.

You walked up to the bar and ordered 2 bud light bottles. You paid and took the beers as he handed them to you.

Jensen was on the phone when you got back.

“Thanks babe.” He said as he nodded. He closed his eyes and mouthed the word fuck.

(on phone)

 “Yep.”

(on phone)

 “I, think so.”

(on phone)

“Yes Mack.”

Your attention snapped to him with a puzzled look on your face. He shook his head, “My sister.”

(Mackenzie)

"Her best friend’s nickname is Mac too.”

(Mackenzie)

"Not Mackenzie, Mckinnley.”

 (Mackenzie)

” It is.”

 (Mackenzie)

he looked up at you “I do”

(Mackenzie)

“Not yet.”

(Mackenzie)

“I know very exciting. Well let him know Uncle Jensen will be there.”

(Mackenzie)

“Love you too, bye” he tapped the screen and sat his phone on the table. “My nephew, Jr, has his first baseball game next weekend.” He said with a smile. “And my sister is very noisy.”

“First baseball game?” he nodded, “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, He’s my little buddy. His name is Jeremy, named after his dad. So, we all call him Jr. He just turned 5 a couple months ago. He has been getting into sports lately. He told his mom he wanted to try baseball and football.”

“Awe, Gonna play for the cowboys one day?”

“Oh my gosh, my dad would absolutely love that.”

“Is he starting school in the fall?”

“Yep, he’s super excited about it too. Not that he needs it the little burger is already smarter than me.” you both laughed. You finished eating and threw you trash away on your way out.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Of course,” he said as he put his arm around you. “What did ya think?”

“Pretty damn good.” You repeated his words, making him laugh. He opened the truck door for you, and you hopped in.

“Do you need to get anything while we are out?” He asked as he sat down.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He opened the arm rest compartment, pulled out a piece of gum, and unwrapped it. “Ahhh” you said with an open mouth as he started to raise it to his mouth. He stopped and looked over at you. Then he shoved it in his mouth and started to chew it with a grin. You gasped. “Freaking Jerk!” you said in a playful tone.

“I’m sorry” he said laughing. He got in the same compartment and held it out got another piece. He unwrapped it and held it out to you. “Here babe.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Take it or I’m gonna shove it in your mouth.”

“Ooooh talk dirty to me.” you said and then took the gum with your teeth.

He laughed. “Perv.”

“You love it.” You said as he backed out of the spot. You laid your hand back on the armrest.

He laced his fingers again once he got out on the road. “I do.” He agreed as he winked at you, making you smile.

“So, when did you get in today?”

“A little after 1. J.p picked me up. We hung out for a while and then I came over to surprise you.” he said as he slowed for the redlight and turned his right blinker on.

“Hung out meaning you watched selling sunset on the projector.”

“Maybe.” He said, making you laugh. The light turned green, and he turned onto S. First St.

“How far are you now?”

“I don’t know. Like season 2 maybe 3.”

“You need to step your binging game up.“ you said laughing.

“How far are you on Supernatural?”

“Monster movie was the last one I watched.”

“Season 4? You’re on season 4 now?”

“Yep.”

“Season 3 was short though because of the strike.”

“Yeah. No rest for the wicked was kinda hard to watch.”

“So, you finally came around on Dean.” He said slowing down for the relight. He turned his left blinker on and got in the left turn lane.

“We had a rocky start. I thought of him as a bit of douche yes, but we are cool now.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad y’all made up. What’s your favorite episode so far?”

“In the serious category Faith. Comedy, Mystery Spot or Ghostfacers Although Lazarus Rising was pretty good too, Castiel’s entrance was bad ass. Oh, and Bad Day At Black Rock was hilarious. He looked at you with a grin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I asked for it remember” he said as he turned after getting the arrow.

“Yes, you did.”

He chuckled. “So, who’s your favorite character?”  You smirked at him. He gasped. “It’s Dean, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“So, he from douche to your favorite?” He smiled.

“Well, can you blame he? Just look at him.”

He chuckled again “I hear he’s pretty hot.”

“Mmmhhmm! He’s got the most beautiful green eyes.” He smiled with pink cheeks. “And those cute Texan bowlegs of his.” the pink got darker. “Oh, and when he lifted his shirt in the handprint scene.” You started fanning your face with your hand. “Those abs . Oh. My.”

“Alright, Alright. Calm down over there.”

You chuckled. “Can’t help babe, you’re pretty sexy.”

He smirked.

“In all seriousness. Dean is incredible, the way he cares about everyone. Not just his family and friends, but just random people. He would sacrifice himself for anyone any day. I mean if it came down to some rando or Sam obviously the rando is dying.“ He left out a laugh.” But dean would do everything in his power to save both. He’s smart, even though he doesn’t think so. And so freaking brave, if I ever go to battle, I want Dean Winchester on my team.” He slowed down for another red light, turning on his right blinker.

He smiled at you. “You’re pretty cute when you ramble.”

You chuckled. “I’ve heard that before.”

He laughed, he turned once, the light turned green. “What’s your favorite monster?”

“Shifters are pretty cool, I like how they did the teeth on vampires, Sometimes the ghost are creepy as hell.”

“So not demons?”

“I don’t really consider them monsters, more like evil entities.”

“Hold on that me rephrase for Mrs. Columbia.” He teased. “What is your favorite thing that Sam and Dean have hunted so far?”

“The trickster.”

“Really?” he asked. You nodded. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You sighed. “I hate when y’all do that.”

“Do what?!” he asked as he took the last turn on the round-a-bout before making a complete circle. 

“Act like there’s more but you can’t tell me, Mac does it too.”

“You want me to spoil it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Well…”

“Hey.” You covered your ears and started babbling.

He laughed, he pulled on your arm. “I wasn’t really going to tell you.”

“I don’t know I think I could persuade you.”

“You definitely could, but you won’t.” he teased as he rested his hand on your thigh.

He rounded the corner. Pulling up to the gate he looked at you. You rattled off the code.

“Mckinnley!!” You yelled as you stepped through the door.

“Kitchen!!” she yelled back.

You walked toward the kitchen and Jensen followed. “Ello love.” You said sitting down at the bar.

“What’s up?” she asked. “Hey Jensen?” she looked at you “I thought you said you were picking him up tomorrow?”

“I requested stand-by and took the earliest flight I could.” He sat down next to you. “You should have seen her face.”

“Awe. Too cute.” She took a drink of her soda “So no Supernatural tonight?”

You stuck your bottom lip out and looked at Jensen.

He sighed “What episode?”

“Yellow fever is next.” Mac said.

He laughed “Ok.”

Your eyes went wide as a grin spread across your face “Really?” he nodded with a smile. “You want a beer?” you asked as you stood up and poked him in the side. He jumped and narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and then walked over to the fridge.

“I’ll get it set up.” Mac walked into the living room.

You opened the door and bent over to grab the beers. You could feel his eyes on you. So, you stuck your ass out more. Your core twitched as he stepped up behind you and pressed his groin against you. A shiver ran down your spine as he glided his hand along your back and encircled your shoulder with his fingers.

He drew back and slammed his groin against you this time keeping you in place with his hand. You let out a small gasp as your core twitched harder. “You wanna stick your tongue out at me again princess?”

“Maybe.” You taunted him.

He slammed again.  “What was that?”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said as he stepped back and leaned on the counter. You exhale sharply trying to compose yourself. You brought yourself back up grabbing the beers. You turned to face him as you closed the door. He had a big smirk on his face. “Too much princess?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Hardly enough charming.”

He lipped his lips. “Challenge accepted.” He eyed you up and down as he walked over. He took his beer, kissed you on the cheek, and started toward the living room. You took a deep breath and let it out through your lips. He chuckled.

You stopped at the recliner and held out her beer. “Thanks, sis.” Mac said as she took it.

“No prob bob.”

Her phone started to ring “Gimme one sec. it’s my dad.” She ran upstairs.

You made your way over to the couch and sat on the opposite side of where Jensen was sitting. He smiled. You poked the tip of your tongue through your lips and his lips went into a straight line. You smirked as you lifted your eyebrows. He looked down and pulled his shirt up a tiny bit, exposing his belt and looked back at you. “Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash there, stud.”

“Oh, baby I don’t worry I’m gonna cash it.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mac apologized as she came back down the stairs.

“You know your cell phone does work down here.” You teased.

“Well smartass, he needed my insurance number. Apparently, I gave them to wrong one.”

“Uh what?” Jensen said confused.

“Someone asshole hit my car today at work.”

“Uh.” You said

“It happened when I was inside. A couple dents and scratches. Not a big deal, but I had to file a report to get their insurance to pay for it.” she picked up the remote “Anyway Supernatural.”

Jensen slid to your side of the couch and put his arm around you.

Jensen’s P.O.V

2 seconds into the episode he realized he would be watching her more than the TV. She was so freaking cute how could he not.

  She drew her eyebrows together as the camera panned down to the Yorkie Dean was running from.

“Ha, Aerosmith.” She said as the pathologist calls Sam and Dean by their aliases.

She smiled as Dean gags and then chuckled when he got handed the heart. Her mouth dropped open as the spline juice sprayed all over Sam’s face.

 Smirked when Dean said big heart.

“Oh shit.” She whispered as Dean said he didn’t like the teenagers and crossed the street. She bit her lips together trying not to laugh as the snaked slithered on Dean.

“Would you like a story?” He asked. Mac paused the show. “So that snake is real. They told me oh she’s very docile if you don’t hurt her, she won’t hurt you. So, the handler was having trouble getting her to go up over the, he’s pushing her and manhandling, kicking her a little. The more he does this the more nervous I got. Sam getting up and nope-ing out was 100% real. Padalecki said nope and ran. Left me there trapped under this huge ass snake.” He shook his head as the girls giggled.

She giggled again at Dean’s left turn into oncoming traffic remark. Then laughed at am I haunted. “dang those eyes.” She said as she leaned up and grabbed her beer “See I’m not the only one that thought Dean was a dick. She said making him laugh. She took a drink and leaned back into his arm. “I don’t wanna be a clue.” She mimicked. Jensen smiled damn she was cute.

A smile stayed on her face the whole scene outside the impala twitching up in the funnier places. She leaned up and grabbed her as the Winchesters walked into the factory. “I’d  wait babe.” He warned her. She laughed at the big scream and then again at Sams face he made after the big scream.

“Hey, what did you say about Dean being brave earlier.” He asked with a smile as Dean ran out of the factory.

“You leave my boy alone. He has ghost sickness.” She said making him laugh.

She grimaced hard as the sherif took the scouring pad to his arm. “You can take a drink now” he told her.

“Mac! We should get a kitten!” she exclaimed as Luther cuddled his.

“Maybe, now watch.”

“Don’t say shit about his bravery.” She put a finger up to him making him smile.

Her jaw dropped as Sam agreed with Dean and Sams eyes turned yellow.

“Bobby!”

“Oh shit.” She said when she heard the hell hounds

She put her lip out when Dean started to freak out.

“Fuck.” She said when she heard Lilith’s “Hi Dean.”

“Come on Sam!” she said as Luther and Sam fought.

“Dude die.” She start as Bobby drove the car. She let out a hefty sigh when Dean was cured. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

 The corners of her mouth twitched up as Bobby made fun of Dean.

Her eyes went wide when Sam’s eyes flashed yellow.

She bit her lips together as she watched the eye of the tiger scene. She let out a loud laugh at the end “You’re a freaking dork.”

Mac laughed as she paused the tv.

“So that whole thing happened because Padalecki decided to not walk in. I blacked out. I really can’t remember why I started doing it.”

“Because. You. Are. A. Freaking. Dork.” He smiled and shook his head.

“Another round?” Mac said as she stood up.

“Yes please.” (y/n) said.

He leaned his lips to her ear. He felt her breath hitch. “Keep talking shit sweetheart.” He bit on her earlobe, dragging his teeth along it as he leaned back slowly. . she bit her lip.

They thanked her as Mac handed them their beers. “Yup.” She said heading back to the recliner.

“Hey Mac,” he said as she sat down. “Hit play.”

(y/n) turned and smiled at him “Really?” He nodded.

He watched with a smile as she made her cute little faces and blurted out her remarks. He was completely enamored with her.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Well love birds. It’s been fun, but I’m beat. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.” You said

“Night Mac.” Jensen waved as she headed up the stairs. You stood up and started collecting the empty bottles. “Damnit.” You said as one slipped out of your fingers. You bent over to pick it up and Jensen slapped your ass playfully.  “Is that the best you got big boy?” you said as you came back up and wiggled your hips.

His eyebrows raised. “You’re gonna be sorry when you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Ya know it must suck...” you said as you started toward the kitchen. His eyebrows pulled together. “Having all that bark, but no bite.” He hopped off the couch, your steps quickened making your way into the kitchen and tossing the bottles in the trash.

He walked in the kitchen with his lips in a hard line. He stood at your side. With one hand he unbuckled his belt and slid it off of his waist. “You feelin’ ballsy enough to repeat that?”

You turned to him.  “All. Bark. No.” You gasped as he threw you over his shoulder. “Oh, come on not again.”

The tingle from the belt made your core thrum to life again. “Keep talking and they get worse.”

“Really?” you taunted.

The sharp sting made you walls clench together, “

“Oh, Ackles isn’t playin’.”

A moan escaped your lips as he slapped again.

“You done?” he started up the stairs.

“Can I?”

The crack of the belt reverberated through the staircase. you kept your mouth shut the rest of the climb.

“I see you learned your lesson.” He said as he opened your bedroom door. He tossed you on the bed and walked back over shutting the door and flipping the light on. You bit your lips together. “Good girl.” he made his way back over and crawled on top of you. He kissed up your neck and then his lips found yours. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and tender. He trailed kisses across your cheek “Is your ass, ok?” he whispered in your ear and then sucked the lobe.

“Mmm, I think I’ll survive.”  He rested his forehead on yours. You moaned again as he rolled his hips. Letting you feel how hard you made him. “Are you done being Dom Jensen?”

“For now.”

He put his hands under your shoulders and rolled. Pulling you on top of him. You pressed your lips against his, you parted your lips and his tongue entered your mouth.  A low growl emanated from his chest as you moved your hips. His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, you sat up and grabbed the hem yourself and lifted it up over your head, tossing it.  you rolled your hips again as his hands caress your bra covered breast. He pulls your mouth back down to his as his hand slid around to the hook of your bra. Unhooking it, he slid the straps down your shoulders, down your arms, and tossed it at the door. Your nipples hardened as he starts caressing again, making you moan into his mouth. You sat back up and pulled him up to you. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it. He stretched his arms up when you got to his ribs. He brought his arms down wrapping them around you, his lips captured yours again and then moved now, kissing and nibbling down your neck. Down to your collarbone.

He stopped at the top of the same breast as last time and sucked hard. Your breath hitched as you felt his teeth rake against the skin. You didn’t complain this time. You rolled your hips, and his mouth got more aggressive. Once he was finished, he kissed his mark. You moaned and leaned back, as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. Then his tongue swirled around it. Your finger tangled in his hair, as he moved to the next one sucking and swirling. You pushed him back down on the bed and followed. You kissed his lips and then moved down his neck, down his chest, you felt the rumble from his growl on your lips as started rubbing his hard shaft though his pants. “mmm baby” You continued kissing down his stomach. You stopped and unbuttoned his jeans, then unzipped them. He lifted as you pulled them and his boxers off. “Fuck” he let out as you sucked his tip, stroking the shaft with your hand. He quivered as you slowly sank you head down. Burying his cock in your throat. His breath hastened as you bobbed your head, moaning as you cupped his sac. “Fuck baby.” He whimpered as you started to massage them “You’re gonna make me come already.”  You bobbed your head faster, sucking harder. His fingers grabbed your hair pushing you faster. He moaned your name as his salty sweet cum slid down your throat. You bobbed again milking every ounce making him twitch.

You crawled back on top of him  to find pure bliss on his face making a smiled spread across yours. You lifted and started to line his tip up when he slid his arms under your legs, hooking his elbows behind your knees he guides you up his body, until your pussy hovered over his mouth.

You tingled with excitement as he wrapped his hands around your hips and lowered your dripping core. You moaned his name as he began lapping up your sweet juices, letting out a moan of his own. He swirled his tongue around your clit, the pleasure pulsated through you making you throw your head back with another moan. He moved your hips making your pussy slid across his flat tongue. As the knot in your stomach got tighter you began talking your hips on your own, hearing a muffled moan beneath you, you moved faster. Heavy pants and moans filled your room as you rode his face, pursuing your climax. You gazed down at him, the image of his vivid green eyes positioned between your thighs pushed you to the brink. You praise him with another moan of his name as the knot explodes.

He released his embrace and your lower half retreats to find his cock still rock hard. He wiped his mouth, and pulled your lips down to his. He grabbed your ass and moaned into your mouth as you lowered yourself, burying him deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as you lifted and lowered again slowly. “Fuck.” He whimpered as his head fell back on the bed. Your breast began to bounce as you quickened your pace. His gaze coursed through your skin like a surge of electricity. You stopped keeping him inside and then start to grind. A husky moan emerged from his throat as your walls clenched around him. The tension in your stomach building again as your clit rubbed on his pelvis faster. His face contorted as you squeezed him tighter. “Babe.” He warned. You continued too high on pleasure to acknowledge what he was conveying to you. The knot busted again, and he grabbed you. quickly pulling you off his cock. Feeling the warmth of his seed on you realized the  nature of his warning.

“Did you just?” he nodded. “Inside?”

“Maybe a little…” He gave you a quick kiss and tapped your hip. You rolled over onto your back. He kissed you again, getting up he started for your bathroom. You heard cabinets opening and shutting, then the water turn on and off. He wiped as you tried your best to push his cum out. He cleaned the remaining residue and wiped the wetness off with a dry towel. He took the dirty linens to the bathroom.

You got up and went to your dresser. You pulled out a big T-shirt and slipped it over your head. “You know it’s pretty late and you’ve had some beers.”

“I was already planning on staying sweetheart.” He cut you off.

“I have a pair of biker shorts you can sleep in. They’d show that ass real nice.” You winked at him.” you pulled a pair out of the drawer and held them up.

He smiled. “Tempting, but I think my boxers will do.”

“Suit yourself.” You teased as you put them on under your shirt . He chuckled as he pulled up his boxers.

You picked up his clothes and folded them, laying them on your dresser, and threw yours in your bathroom hamper.

He was lying on your bed when you walked back through the door. You crawled up next to him. Sighing in relief as you laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and then started running his fingers through your hair. “God, I missed that.” You confessed he chuckled

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out fast enough.”

“My fault. You warned me, it just didn’t register.”

“You’re not worried?”

“What good is worrying now going to do?”

“But what if you get knocked up?” he asked in a silly voice as his fingers stopped.

“Well usually after you get knocked up” you matched his voice. “You have a baby.” He sighed.  You raised your head and looked him in the eyes. “Look, like I said there’s no sense in worrying about it now. If something happens then we will have this discussion. K?” he nodded you kissed him and laid your head back on his chest “Can you please play with my hair again” you pleaded He chuckled, and his fingers started again. Your eyelids grew heavy as he started to hum, you drifted to sleep.

Jensen’s P.O.V

Her breathing slowed as she fell asleep. This was his favorite part of the night. The sex was great and all. But having her relaxed in his arms, the trust, the intimacy, there was nothing like it.

He laid there for a while. Letting his mind wonder, what if she was pregnant, would they get married, would he get to do this every night, would the baby look like her. His heart filled with happiness as he pictured it. A baby girl, her mini, small sassy attitude and all.

She started to stir, and he held his breath, thinking it would help not wake her. He heard her soft murmurs, and then, unmistakably, he caught his name, accompanied by the three words that had been tormenting him. His eyes shot open, thinking she had woken, but he could tell by her breathing that she hadn’t. Did she love him, was she in the same place as him or was it just her babbling in her sleep, should he say something or just let it go. fuck it he thought life is short.

He woke her head still on his chest. He smiled as he tightened his arm around her.

“What time is it Ackles?”

“8:27”

She sighed.  “I gotta get up. “

“Why?”

“I am making pies.”

“Jared is making you bring pie.”

“Not making me, it’s been a while since I made my mom’s, and I don’t want to show up empty handed. And thanks to Dean I have a hankering.”

“Damnit Dean.” He chuckled “You want some help?”

She brought her head up with a smile. “Sure, but if they are terrible, I’m blaming you.”

“I highly doubt they will be, but deal.”

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 24

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a lot heavier, so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: heavy violence, mentions of rape

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Just as I’m about to drift off, a loud banging makes me shoot upright. In my half-asleep state I run to the door hoping that Jensen changed his mind and came up for a final goodbye. But instead of his warm embrace and a passionate kiss, when I open the door I feel a cold hard sting on my cheek as my ears ring with the sound of a slap. Tears burn as I blink and try to make sense of what happened. I take a step back but the unfamiliar man follows and snatches my wrist and pulls me to his chest harshly.

“Where is she?” he spits out. I recoil at the feeling of specks of his saliva hitting my cheek. I keep my lips sealed and fight back tears. I know I need to stay strong. I gather up all my courage and elbow him as hard as I can in the ribs and try to pull away but he digs his nails into my wrist as he yanks my other arm around my back before gripping my hair and pulling me into a tight headlock. I scream at the pain but also in an attempt to wake someone. He pushes me further inside and slams the door behind him. “Where is she?” he spits again harshly near my ear. 

I try to pull away again but his grip on my hair is tight and I wince at the pain. Despite the pain I manage to spit out just as harshly, “Like I’d tell you, you abusive son of a bitch!” He yanks my hair again and twists one of my arms back to the point where I’m terrified it’s either going to pop out of its socket or the bone’s going to snap completely. I refuse to give in. “This what you did to her? Pin her in place and force her to have sex with you?”

His grip tightens and I brace myself for the snap and unimaginable pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead he leans down, takes my earlobe between his teeth roughly and pulls back ever so slightly and growls, “I bet you’d like that. Nice and rough.” He trails his lips down my neck where Jensen’s had been not an hour earlier. “You won’t tell me where she is, I’ll take you instead. All I need’s a nice wet hole anyway.”

He manhandles me until I’m laying face-down on the couch, both hands pinning tightly at the small of my back with one of his hands. I try to kick out but he sits on my legs. I lose the fight to my tears as I feel one of his hands reach around to undo the button and zip on my jeans. I feel helpless and scared in a way I never have before. But instead of worrying about myself, I wonder how many times Anna had to endure this treatment and for how long. He slips his hand into the waistband and tries to pull them down but struggles with one hand. Obviously only thinking with rage and his dick he lets go of my hands briefly to pull my jeans and underwear past my hips. As he does, I quickly scramble around reaching for my phone which I know is amongst the cushions somewhere. My fingers briefly stab and glide across the cracked glass but I don’t get a hold of it before he’s roughly yanking my arms back. I feel the vibrations under me, sparking some hope that I managed to do something. Luckily it’s silenced by the sound of him undoing his belt and jeans. I have no way of knowing who called, whether I got the emergency function or just a random person from my contacts, and no way of answering anyway. He grips my hair and yanks me upright so my bare ass is touching his front. I scream out again and he slaps me. 

“Last chance bitch, tell me where she is or you’re becoming my new plaything.”

“At least use a condom, you pig. I’m not on birth control. So unless you wanna pay me child support.” Feeling his erect dick against my ass I fully start to panic. Seeing as it’s been ages since I last slept with anyone I let my script lapse. And as much as I don’t want to be raped by this abusive psycho, I also don’t want to be forced to carry his child. I pull against him with all my strength and scream at the top of my lungs. He slaps me across the face again and covers my mouth with one hand effectively muffling my sounds. This gives me better access to lick and bite at his disgusting skin. He recoils as my teeth sink into his palm. With his weight on my legs I can’t move, but I use the opportunity to free my hands and reach for my phone again. I manage to swipe across and return the missed call, but I don’t see who it is. He snatches my phone from my hands and pegs it at the tiles causing the screen to shatter completely before switching to black. I continue to scream myself hoarse as he crushes me into the couch. I can feel against my back that the pain had an impact but he’s now even more irate. With all of his weight holding my front against the cushions, he takes his free hand and slaps — not sexual spanks, hard, bruising slaps — my bare ass countless times.

My head is spinning, overrun with fear and pain. I can’t move my body. I can’t roll over, pull my pants up, reach for my broken phone, I’m completely petrified. I block out everything as I accept my fate. I can’t even tell if I’m crying or screaming anymore. I can’t hear myself. I barely even feel the lasting sting of the pain he’s inflicted. I just feel numb.

When he speaks again he sounds like I’m underwater. It’s muffled and slurred and I can’t focus on the words. I just lay there completely numb letting it happen. I have no fight left. He’s got me completely pinned and I have no mode of contact. I tell myself it’s over.

I don’t feel him pull away or stand up. I don’t hear the door breaking down. I don’t notice when a group of people enter the apartment. I’m too far removed. I can’t even pull away when I’m wrapped in a blanket and pulled into someone else’s arms. My limbs are too stiff, my mind is too numb. When my chin is tilted up to meet the person’s eyes I can’t focus, everything is blurred. But as numb as I am, I know it’s someone else. I feel warmer, safe. And my body shuts down.

When I can finally open my eyes all I see is white. There’s a dull, steady beeping from somewhere behind me. As my senses slowly return I feel a weight on my right hand. I instinctively squeeze, but am shocked when the feeling is reciprocated. I furiously blink my eyes and try to sit up.

“Hey, Hey, Darlin’. It’s okay now. You’re safe. Take a breath for me.”

I look towards the voice and can’t believe my eyes or ears. I must still be asleep or hallucinating. My mind starts to race. Am I still on that couch? Is that rapist still here?

The beeping speeds up and I feel a squeeze again as the deep voice continues. “You’re safe now. I’m right here. You’re safe. Deep breaths.”

I try to hold onto his words. Real or not, they’re grounding and comforting. I’m just shocked that the voice of my subconscious is not Stella or my parents. It’s a man that I’ve known for two and a bit months. But when the weight in my hand disappears it all starts to feel real. My eyes fly open and I finally manage to survey my surroundings. There’s an IV in my arm, a clip on my finger and monitors to my sides. I sit up quickly and look around for my things. There’s no way I can afford this treatment. As I swing my legs off the side of the bed I hear footsteps behind me. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, it’s good to see you’re awake and doing better but we need you to stay in bed while we run a few more tests.” I reluctantly turn around to face the voice. “I’m Doctor Matt, the paramedics brought you in after you passed out from what at this stage seems like a panic attack, but we want to be sure…Especially considering the circumstances under which they were called.” He takes a few steps closer to the bed with a tablet in his hands. “There’s a few questions I need to ask you, but let me know if at any stage it becomes too much.”

I nod but then my eyes drift past the doctor to the man standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest, a look of worry etched on his face and his emerald eyes look bloodshot. He nods at me, “I’ll be in the waiting room.” I nod back as he turns and disappears behind the curtain.

“We’ve checked your physical injuries and they appear superficial and will heal in time, but you can take anti inflammatories for the pain. However, given the circumstances I wanted to offer for one of our psych counsellors to speak with you before we discharge you and let the police do their questioning.”

I look at the doctor and hesitantly ask, “Did you do a rape kit already?”

He shakes his head. “We wanted to wait for your consent. But also, as the man responsible is already in custody there may be no reason to put you through that. But if you want to be sure, I can ask someone to come down and run one.”

I nod. “I need to know. What if-What if I’m pregnant?”

“Unfortunately there would be no way of knowing this soon. If you take the test we’ll know if there’s any signs of ejaculate, but regardless we can also provide emergency contraception.”

I nod. “I want both. I need to know. I’ve been through too much to not know.”

“Okay. I’ll ask someone our sexual assault unit to come down.”

I nod again, but then ask, “How much extra will all this cost? You should already know I don’t have health insurance. I can’t afford-”

“We can see if we can register you for NYC Care to try and bring the bill down. In the meantime, did you want me to send your boyfriend back in to wait with you?”

“My boyfriend?” I shake my head in confusion and then it clicks. “Uh, sure.”

He notices my hesitation. “I can tell him you’re resting?”

“No it’s okay. I should talk to him.”

“You coud wait until after you speak with psych. I know this must be a difficult situation.”

“Thanks, but no. I should talk to him.”

Doctor Matt nods and walks out of the thin, paper curtain. A few long minutes later, the curtain rustles again and Jensen walks in. I want to fight with him and tell him to go to Vancouver, that he shouldn’t have skipped his flight for me, but instead I burst into tears. He rushes to my side and sits on the edge of the bed. He hesitantly takes my hand and pulls me into his arms.

“You’re safe. I’ve got you now.” He rubs his hands up my back as he hushes and soothes me. 

“Y-You shouldn’t-”

“Hey, hey. I’m exactly where I should be. I’m just glad I was here. I can’t imagine…I’m so sorry.”

I continue to cry into his shoulder while he holds me close. “Y-you t-told … boyfriend…”

“I’m sorry. I know, they wouldn’t let me in otherwise…it doesn’t have to mean anything. I don’t expect anything from you right now. You just need to heal, but I also wanted to be here for you.” I can tell there’s so much more he wants to say but is holding back for me. 

“Jens…H-How d-d-“

“You were typing for ages. Those bubbles were there for ages and it seemed off and then when I called you didn’t answer. And the second and third time it went directly to massagebank. And then I realized…” He hugs me closer. “I’m so sorry. I should have told Clif to take you to your friend’s.”

Hearing him blame himself breaks me further. I try to hug him back. “Thank you for saving me,” I manage to get out between sobs. 

“I wish I could’ve gotten there sooner or got the emergency services. I’m sorry you went through so much.”

The curtain shuffles again and a female doctor steps inside. I pull slightly away from Jensen to look at her. “Hi Ms. Y/L/N. I’m Dr. Julie, I’m a sexual assault examiner, Dr. Matt said you wanted to get a rape test.” I nod and Jensen stands up but I grab his hand. 

“Please stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please…”

Dr. Julie looks at both of us. “He’s welcome to stay if that’s what you want as the patient, but if he does, I need to warn you both that if it comes up positive and you decide to report this crime to the police he could be asked to be a witness.”

Jensen nods. “That’s fine by me.” He looks at me, “I called the emergency services in the first place, I’m already a witness. I’ll do whatever you need me to. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

I nod. “Stay.”

He helps me lay back down on the pillows before sitting on the edge of the bed and facing me. He keeps holding my hand while the doctor gathers all the supplies. She then helps pull the blanket down and checks over my whole body while taking some swabs and samples.

Jensen squeezes my hand comfortingly as he keeps his eyes on my face, not straying once.

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— MASTER OF PUPPETS

SUMMARY : jensen starts to tease early in the day and is very sure she will give in before he does.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), teasing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : song from a metallica song. i understand why writers hate/struggle with writing summaries, like wtf am I gonna write? and then it sounds cringe, but fuck it, it’s exactly like that Xx

Y/N was sure Jensen was teasing her.

It started in the morning, when he’d woken up, clearly in a mood. His adorable messy hair didn’t stop him from looking sexier than any man in all existence. Under the sheets, he’d stripped into his boxers, pouting and whining cutely that it was hot, then he held her until her morning grumpiness passed.

He kissed her cheekbones, gave her heated kisses and squeezed the fleshiest parts of her body until she was a puddle of love and completely relaxed in the bed. She knew what he was doing when he rubbed himself against her but refused to let himself or her cum, stopping when either of them got too close in exchange for a few hot kisses.

Later, he stepped out of the bathroom after having showered with the towel wrapped low on his hips. He had his lips puckered, dimples forming at the corner of his lips, his eyes had a playful glint in them, and he avoided her gaze as best as he could while he looked around for his clothes.

He looked gorgeous and he knew it. Not just from years of objectification, but from the simple fact that he knew. He was mostly humble about it everywhere else, except at home. At home, he used it to get what he wanted, he used it for fun, and right now, it seemed that’s what he wanted, to have fun.

He’d dried himself mostly, the long locks of his hair were darker from the shower and he’d clearly ran his fingers through it carelessly, but looked so damn fine. A few droplets from his hair fell onto his flushed, freckled skin, and slipped down the slopes of his beautiful body.

She stared at him from across the room while finishing up a few last things in her appearance. She’d slowed down, chewed on her lip thoughtfully and tried to ignore the instant throb between her legs from just looking at him. It was embarrassing, so she tried to focus on herself again, just like he was pretending to do, his marvellous body becoming taut with each move he made.

Once he picked out his clothes, he laid it out on the bed, thought for a second or two before removing the towel from his waist. She glanced up, her brows rising slightly, and he did the same. He looked up at her, internally smug about getting her attention. He casually slipped his boxers on, both of them remained quiet, continuing to change in comfortable silence.

It wasn’t very comfortable, in truth. Not after that. The room became electrified, thick, and hot with sexual tension. But neither of them addressed it for different reasons. His reason, he was gonna wait to see how long she’d last. Her reason, she wanted him to give in first.

It was hard, she wasn’t going to lie.

He’d held her waist, pulled her body close to his while his other hand held the back of her neck, just to pull her in for a sweet kiss. It wasn’t meant to be sweet and they both knew it. He’d gently brushed his lips against hers, the slight touch sent tingles over the surface of her lips before he finally pressed against her. His soft lips moved just slightly and he tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, and then pulled away slowly, his green eyes sparkling with excitement.

A little smirk tugged at his lips, but he played it off with an adorable grin that seemed innocent, had he not slapped her ass before leading her out of the bedroom. And they went to do random things, from shopping for food to shopping for other necessities, including just things they wanted for themselves.

He was possessive, protective of her the whole time.

When she decided to wear the short dress, as classy as it looked on her body, it was hard not to ruin the fun he wanted to have teasing her. Especially with those platform boots that made her tall enough to have easier access to his lips. She looked fuckable, the dress riding up slightly over her ass when she walked, and he’d step behind her to pull it back down.

If she was gonna be naughty, so was he.

He’d give her ass a squeeze after each time when no one was looking. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, gave her an innocent kiss on the cheek. But she turned her face to the side, searched for his lips, so he kissed her, not expecting the way she made out with him in the parking lot. Her fingers carding through his hair, pulling gently and sliding her tongue past his lips with her head resting on his shoulder from the position.

He was breathless when she pulled away, dazed from the sun kissing his eyelids for far too long or maybe from the intensity of her kiss. Whichever it was, it was a good kiss, and he watched her slip into the passenger side, waiting for him to get inside too. On the drive back home, he put his hand on her thigh, high up on her soft leg, his pinkie practically brushing against her panty-covered pussy.

She squeezed her legs together, stopping him from continuing to tease her, but not fast enough. He could feel how ruined her underwear were, the dampness that coated his fingers when he twisted his hand to cup her pussy. The music playing in the car masked his gasp, but he knew she heard him anyway from the blush that started to grow on her face.

He shifted in his seat, felt his jeans tighten around the crotch area. When he removed his hand from between her legs, it was for his own good. He focused on driving them home safely, thinking of anything but the fact that she was aroused. It was hard to not stop the car, because she squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together every now and then.

When they got home, he helped her make lunch… with difficulty. He couldn’t really focus with the way she bit her lip or her just standing there looking completely beautiful while waiting for the food to finish. He tried to slow his rapid heartbeat, sipped on some beer and watched her with hungry eyes.

He waited patiently for her to finish and the whole time they talked about what they wanted to do the rest of the day. All while ignoring the sexual tension and the way he just wanted to touch her and kiss her. As the food simmered, she started to wash the dishes and he helped her, looking at her lovingly as she spoke about something she read that she found fascinating.

When she turned the stove off, after finishing with the dishes, he pulled her away with his arms around her waist. He nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose, his lips kissing down her shoulder, his body immediately responding to her little gasps. His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts over the dress to squeeze them gently, teasingly.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled softly.

“You started it,” she replied softly. He laughed, moved his hands down under the dress to rub her clit over her soaked underwear.

“Yeah, I know,” he admitted, not even a little apologetic. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned. She clung to his arms, her knees weak and her chest heaving when he started to move his hand inside her underwear. His fingers gently brushing against her clit, another sound of pleasure leaving his plush lips when he circled her dripping entrance.

He slipped his hand out of her, turned her around and pressed her against the counter. She gasped, helped him slide her underwear down her legs until they were completely off. He grabbed the back of her knee, lifting it up and slanting her hips to see her pussy.

“Jensen,” she whined, grasping his arms tightly. He pushed her dress up to her hips, teasingly dragging his hand down her pelvis, a little smirk growing on his face when she started to wiggle her hips impatiently. “Please,” she whined, digging her nails into his arms.

He kissed her, distracting her momentarily with his soft lips on hers, needy and passionately moving with hers. His breath almost caught in his throat just knowing it’s her he’s kissing, heat rising to his cheeks, his heart skipping beats just pouring his love into her through the kiss. At the same time, he brought his fingers down to her clit, brushing his fingers up and down, feeling her press harder into the kiss.

He teased her entrance, circling around before slowly pressing the tips of his two fingers into her. She groaned and bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it gently. He squeezed her leg, pushing his fingers inside her all the way. It made her gasp and her teeth released his swollen lip, her head tipping back slightly when he started to pump his fingers into her.

He watched her, smug and horny, while biting his lip. He ignored his throbbing dick, ground his hips against her desperately despite how awkward the position was. His fingers and palm were soon soaked in her arousal, his lips parting when he looked down at his hand. The sound of his fingers squelching in and out of her made him feel like he’d cum untouched.

“Shit, honey,” he groaned, then started to lower himself until he was on his knees in front of her. She released his arms reluctantly and opened her hazy eyes to observe him and his next move. His warm breath made her slick feel cold in comparison and his tongue on her clit made her moan wantonly. He hummed softly, smiling up at her from between her legs, amused by her responsiveness. He let her thigh rest on his shoulder and started to finger-fuck her faster, sucking her clit so hard she stuttered out a moan and pulled at the long locks of his soft hair.

A thread of curses slipped past her plump lips along with his name, and he felt her walls squeeze his fingers, his spit and her arousal coating his hand. He moaned against her and brought his free hand to his jeans, undoing the belt impatiently, lowering the zipper and unbuttoning them to shove his hand into his boxers and jerk himself off uncomfortably.

“I’m… fuck,” she moaned, bending her knee a little higher on his shoulder and pushing his fingers against her cunt. He tightened his hand around his cock, sucking her clit urgently until she came on his fingers with a strangled moan tearing from her throat. He slowly tongued her clit until her walls stopped spasming, only pulling away from her pussy when she released his hair to hold onto the counter behind her instead.

“That was…” she whispered, lowering her leg from his shoulder. He stared up at her with adorable pouty lips, pulling his drenched fingers out of her and cupping her pussy to massage it comfortingly. He stood back up and leaned down to kiss her, both of them careless about his mouth being smeared with her slick.

She started to lower his jeans and his boxers past his thighs and he pulled away from the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, but he was looking down and biting his lip again. “Still not enough, baby?” He chuckled, watching her wrap her fingers around his cock.

“Shut up, this was your next move anyway,” she narrowed her eyes up at him but had a playful smile on her lips. He moaned softly and nodded with a cheeky smile.

“Right, yeah. Just no more teasing, I can’t fucking take it, Y/N/N,” he whined, lifting her leg up again. He gave her a pathetic look, his green eyes wide and begging for her to guide his cock between her legs. She stared at him defiantly and licked her lips when she rubbed the leaking head of his cock against her clit. He moved closer, hiding his face in her neck to smell the sweet scent of her hair.

“You’re unbelievable,” she chuckled, giving him what he wanted. She shimmied her hips and let him slowly and easily sink his cock into her slick cunt. He lifted his face from her neck and kissed her again, felt her lift his shirt up his stomach and kept her hand on his chest. He pulled away from the kiss to curiously look between them, moaning at the sight of himself inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Y/N,” he grunted, looking down when he started to pull out and pushed back into her roughly. She tightened her hand around his shirt and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, staring up at him with her brows furrowed in pleasure and her lip pressed by her teeth.

He watched himself thrust in and out of her, going harder and faster when the curls around his pelvis area shone in her arousal. He let out a loud moan, tipped his head back with the most gorgeous expression of ecstasy, his hair falling back and following his movements. He was a sight to behold, with his red cheeks and pillowy, red lips. He alternated between biting down on his lip and then moaning loudly every now and then, all while she watched completely enraptured by the way he fell apart.

His hand under her thigh became sweaty and she started to heat up faster with the clothes she was wearing, but the way he rolled his hips against hers, rubbing against her clit felt so good she almost couldn’t feel it and didn’t care how sweaty they became. His thrusts became erratic and she brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing quick circles to bring herself to her release, closing her eyes for a few seconds, until she felt his panting breath blow across her flushed face.

“I’m gonna… fuck, fuck,” he grunted, her walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing tighter when she came again. She moved her hand to his waist, held on as he thrusted into her, helping her ride out her orgasm when his cock throbbed and twitched, filling her up with his cum. “Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he praised, his fingers digging painfully into her leg.

He continued to swear quietly, his hips finally becoming still. He kissed her forehead, brought his hand to her other leg and lifted her up so she could sit on the counter. She let his shirt fall down his stomach again, her hands clutching the back of his t-shirt, letting him drop kisses over her face and neck, smiling softly when she laughed shyly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, brushing her hair away from her face and behind her ear. He leaned down to peck her lips when she nodded.

“It was very good, Jay,” she mumbled against his lips, letting him drop kiss after kiss on her lips. Both of them smiled into the kisses, his hands holding her jaw gently. “Dinner’s cold,” she reminded him between kisses. He paused, looking to the side at the abandoned food, and pulled out of her.

“Wanna order some pizza instead, have some beer, and watch a movie?” He offered, looking at the mess between her legs shamelessly as he lifted his boxers and jeans. She bumped his chin with her closed hand, flustered, making him look back up at her. “What d'ya say?” He smiled, stepping away after kissing her cheek to grab some paper towels.

“Sounds good, handsome,” she accepted, watching him wet the towels before making his way to her. His smile got bigger and he started to clean her up, his inner demons telling him to pump his cum back into her.

“Then after the movie we can fuck again, and again, and again, until you pass out,” he teased, half-serious. She raised a brow at him, laughing at his words, she slapped his chest and dropped down from the counter to tug her dress back down. “That’s not a ‘no’,” he reminded her, his eyes glued to her when she bent down to grab her underwear from the floor.

“It isn’t, is it?” She agreed with a mischievous smile, making her way out of the kitchen. He cursed softly, threw the paper towel away and washed his hands quickly before going after her.

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When In Rome

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Sequel to Catching His Eye.

Warning: Public sex, Unprotected sex, P in V

Summary: Jensen shows you Rome through his eyes...

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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You've been dating Jensen for six months now. As a surprise, he took you to the Rome convention.

This weekend has been fun. Meeting the staff of jibcon, seating in the front row watching your man do what he does best, and then walking around Rome experiencing the night life. It's all been amazing.

But busy. So Jensen decided to book a couple more days than usual in order to show you around himself.

You've seen it all. Eaten amazing food. And then there's what you're doing currently.

Jensen has you bent over the railing of your hotel balcony. Your sundress hiked up high enough so he can see you pussy drip down his wrist and your ass jiggle with ever thrust.

Over the last few months, Jensen has exploded every inch of your body. He knows what gets you going, knows what your body does when you're turned on, and like now, he knows how to pound into your g spot just right to get you soaking his hand within minutes.

Rome has always been one of Jensen's favorite places to travel to. After meeting you at a convention, you became his favorite this to look at. However, now that he has you in this position, looking over a city he adores, well let's just say it's his new favorite view.

"Oh sweet girl, your pussy squeezing my fingers so tight." He hits your g spot directly to prove his point.

"I don't know if she will be able to take my fat cock. Going to be a struggle isn't it."

Something between a moan and whimper leaves your mouth as you try to answer your boyfriend. He isn't making it easy.

His chuckle tickles your ear as he pulls his fingers from your wet core, bringing them to your mouth for you to suck and taste yourself.

With your mouth full of his fingers, he feeds your hungry center the only thing she wants, his dick. Slowly pushing into you so you can feel every vein.

When he bottoms out he whispers into your ear, "does it turn you on knowing if anyone looked up right now they would see me fucking you silly."

You moan around his fingers in response but it isn't good enough for him. In return he slaps your ass making you gasp, "words y/n."

"Yes."

"Good girl." That's all he says before plowing into you. Deep, hard thrusts that make you legs shake.

It doesn't take you long to cum all over his dick. Jensen growls in your ear when your pussy begins to squeeze the life out of his cock.

"One more baby. One more time." His fingers find you bundle of nerves as he fucks you for his pleasure. "Come on y/n, wanna feel your cunt milking my dick."

That does it. Your walls contract around his cock and with two more powerful thrusts you feel his cum warm your insides.

He gently pulls out of your body, but you aren't finished yet. Somewhere, you find the energy to fall to your knees in front of your man and take his softening, over sensitive dick into your mouth and suck him clean of your combined cum.

Watching you lick and suck the both of you off his dick makes Jensen moan as he pushes his fingers through your hair.

You're only down there for a minute or two before he is pulling out of your mouth.

"Come on baby. Let's get you cleaned up and then rest in bed."

You start to see why Jensen loves this city. And your over the moon happy you said yes to letting him show you it through his eyes.

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Teachers Pet (Professor Jensen Smut)

Warnings: oral (m), unprotected sex(wrap it up hoes), cheating (I don't condone this) age gap, Professor and student relationship. Feelings of being used. Also Y/n is in college, so she is of age!!

Song is Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez Lyrics in **

Please remember this is a work of fan fiction. Meaning it is all fake and I don't support this stuff.

Also I know I said I was done writing, but I was listening to this song and just had to make a fic with it. I think I might post stories every now and then but not consistently.

*Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Thought, "He pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him

Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him

And he's fucking in sin (you know he is)*

"I need the following students to stay after the bell rings. Y/n, Jace, Sam, Hannah. The rest of you are free to go." Professor Ackles said.

"Damnit. Of course, he needs me to stay." You thought to yourself.

When the bell rang and the rest of the students had cleared out, your teacher called you all up individually. After Hannah left it was your turn.

The two of you were all alone, and the door was closed. The locks were set up to where nobody from the outside could open it. You knew exactly why he wanted you to stay.

*She said, "It's for all the right reasons

Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

You love me, but you won't come save me

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily

Don't know why you even need me*

Mr Ackles is a married man. But things have been rough between him and his wife. When she stopped putting out, he turned to you. The two of you have had a strange connection since you started his class, and the sexual tension was hard to ignore.

When the two of you first started sneaking around you were more than okay with it. He's so hot and he makes you feel so good. He swore he was going to leave his wife. But two months later, they're still married. Now you can't help but feel like you're being used.

Was it stupid to want him so much?

"Yes Mr Ackles?" You said, finally walking up to him.

"Your grades are slipping Y/n. You've been very distracted in class lately. If you don't ge5 them up, I'll have to fail you."

"No, please. What can I do?"

"Well, I think you know one thing you can do."

He pushed his chair away from his desk enough for you to come around and kneel in front of him. You made quick work at removing his belt and pants. The tent in his boxers was quickly forming and you couldn't wait to have his long, hard cock in your mouth.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

You couldn't lie and say you weren't turned on by the way he admired you sitting on your knees in front of him.

The relationship you two have is kind of fucked up, and even through the feelings of being used by him, you still love having his cock in you. He loves it just as much as you do.

He lifted his hips, silently asking you to remove his boxers and take him into your mouth. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and made quick work at pulling them down his sexy bow legs.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and stroked it as you teased his tip with kitten like licks. He was already leaking precum, so you knew you wouldn't be down here long. He won't cum until he's buried deep inside your pussy.

*She's feeling like a spider in a cage

You liar, you were her desire

Now she wants to light you on fire

But fuck it, she'll still give you a call

And a lighter when you wanna get hot

And mess around 'til you get numb*

"Fuck, Y/n I need you baby. Get up here." He said.

You stood up to remove your pants and underwear then positioned yourself so you were straddling his thighs, but before you could sink down onto his length, his hands found your face and pulled you down until your lips met his.

This was different. He'd never ever kissed you before. That was always too intimate for him. Which is kind of funny. You'd think having his cock inside you would be too intimate. But oh well.

His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth. You wondered what it would be like if his tongue was entering your pussy. Maybe one day you'll find out.

*She said "It's for all the right reasons

Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

You love me, but you won't come save me

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily

Don't know why you even need me*

His hands moved down to your hips as his tongue explored your mouth, and you finally sank down onto his cock. Every time his long length fills you, it feels like the first time all over again. He stretches you so well. It's the perfect mix between pain and pleasure.

Fuck, what is this man doing to you? All these emotions and physical feelings are creating so much confusion. Is it love, or is it hate? Why does whatever it is, feel so good? So wrong but good.

His hand came down to toy with your clit as you began riding him. You moved up and down and forward in back, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock. Every time you'd come down, his tip would press against your g-spot, and it felt euphoric. Your pussy was made for his cock.

Your walls started to clench around him as you neared your orgasm.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

"Fuck that's right baby. You're mine. Fuck, cum on my cock. Milk me dry." He said.

There it is. Every time he calls you his, the feelings of being used disappear.

"But are you mine?" You couldn't help but ask in your lust clouded haze.

"Yes. Fuck yes Y/n. All yours. Make us cum baby."

Wow.

*Gimme back my money

Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you

Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets

Stop calling me your bunny

I won't hop and you don't own me

Do you?

I bet you think you do, well, you don't*

You bounced a couple more times until finally the two of you came undone together. You slowed your movements to a stop, then rested your body against his. You could feel the mixture of cum dripping down your thighs as his cock softened inside of you.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret? (Why am I? Why am I?)

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

"Y/n." Mr Ackles sighed breathlessly.

"Jensen." You responded.

"My divorce is in the process of being finalized. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long."

"It was worth it."

"Now we just need to get you out of my classes. Then we'll be free to be us. Only if it's what you want, though."

"I want you. I want all of you." You said.

"Then all of me you'll get, baby." He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Are you really all mine?" You asked.

"Of course. Why?"

"Well, this thing between us did start while you were married."

"I would never cheat on you, Y/n. I know it was shitty of me to do that to my wife. But things between me and her were different. The reason our divorce is finally being worked on it is because I found out she was sleeping around too. I would've left her way sooner if I knew. We told each other the truth and decided we were ready to separate. She's so happy with her boyfriend. Happier than she ever was with me. And I feel the same way about you that she does about him."

"Jensen I- I think I love you." You said.

Yeah. That felt right.

"I don't think. I know I love you, Y/n."

"This is so wrong." You said laughing.

"The right kind of wrong." He agreed.

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Something About Fate...

Chapter 1

Summary:  Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

Warning: Homelessness, fear of sex trafficking, brief mention of past relationship. Brief mention of almost assualt.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventually). 

Word Count: 2700

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Y/N shivered as she pulled the thin jacket she was wearing closer to her small, underweight body. She watched in silence as the people on the street passed by her from her spot in front of the streetlamp where she sat cross legged, with her paper cup in front of her. Some would glance at her, sometimes in disgust with judgment plastered all over their faces. Some would even go as far as to actively take a step away from her to put some distance between them. Other, more kind people, would drop a few coins into her cup, most of the time with barely a glance at her. 

If she was lucky, she might even have enough money to get a sandwich from the little shop she sat just across from tonight; at least, that was the goal. Then she would wander down to the park and break into the splash pad bathroom to shower in what was surely going to be a painfully cold shower, but even though she was homeless, and currently begging to eat every day, she was going to at least be clean as she could manage anyway. 

She only owned a backpack full of belongings, some of which contained two changes of clothing, and on Tuesdays, she’d sacrifice eating her one meal a day to go to the laundromat and do her washing. Today was Monday, so if she didn’t want to not be able to eat for the next two days as opposed to one, tonight would have to be the night that she collected enough to get her a sub that she might be able to stretch for a few days. Which meant she had to hope and pray she could gather up enough coins to go and get something before they closed at 8 pm, it was already 6, and she was running out of time. During the winter months though, it was harder because there was already less traffic on the streets than normal, and right after the holidays, people were exceptionally tight with their money, and therefore, she missed a lot more days of eating than she cared to admit. 

This wasn’t always life for Y/N. At one time, she had a job, she had an apartment of her own, she’d even planned to go to college to become a nurse. Then, covid struck, and the man she thought loved her left her for another, prettier woman, or at least that’s what the dick had told her. She lost her roommate at that point, and then covid came, and she lost her job too. The world shut down around her. No one was hiring, no one was open. She fell into a downward spiral she couldn’t come up from, and now, here she was, living on the streets, begging money from people to eat more than once a week if she was lucky. 

It wasn’t that she wasn’t hirable, it was more the fact that when you fill out a job application and have no place to put down as a permanent address, it’s a red flag for businesses. They immediately don’t want to hire you, no matter how great your credentials are. 

She wasn’t addicted to drugs or alcohol the way some where that lived on the same streets she did, and she quickly learned that a halfway house for women wasn’t safe when she was almost assaulted twice, once by another homeless person, then again by someone that worked for them at the shelter. But of course, who was going to believe her? 

No one, the answer was no one. 

She’d learned a long time ago that it did no good to cry, even though tonight it was hard not to do. Crying didn’t change things. 

A crack of thunder sounded overhead, and she sighed heavily as she heaved herself upward, and made the decision to move over to the side of the building where the overhang would protect her from the impending rain at least a little. She knew this was a dangerous move, because if some customers complained about her presents, the owner may would come out and make her move, but she had to try, this was the last night she’d be able to eat for a few days, and she was starving. 

Lucky for her, no one seemed to notice her sitting there that cared enough to turn her in, at least, they didn’t seem to, and she did get a few more people drop a few dimes into her cup. She almost had enough, she just needed one dollar’s worth of change, and she’d be able to eat, and then go and take her frigid shower before trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Somewhere dry preferably; maybe under the overpass off of I-10 even if the wind was terribly cold under there. 

A large group of people heading down the sidewalk interrupted her planning, and she looked up to see some well-dressed men, accompanied by a shorter, thinner, redheaded woman walking her way, and she quickly sank back into the building’s exterior as best as she could to give them some room, and also make herself look as small as possible. It was quite obvious that this group had money. They were dressed too well. Usually, well-off people didn’t like homeless people, and Y/N feared that they would have her tossed away from her meal, especially since the tall, breathtakingly handsome, green eyed one seemed to be unable to keep himself from openly staring at her as they walked past. He little slower than his counterpart who seemed to not notice her at all as they walked into the establishment where, she watched them all make their order through the window, sighing in relief when they didn’t seem to be talking to the cashier about her. 

She noticed that the handsome, green-eyed man sat on the end of the booth they were all sitting at once they placed their order, allowing the woman that was with them the safer seat against the wall. She wished she knew what it was like to have someone like that protecting her. God he was handsome. Tall, thick in all the right places. His features were striking. A strong jaw accented by just the right amount of facial hair, and if she looked hard enough at him, she could almost see a light dusting of freckles on his face. The man was a walking, living, breathing work of art; something beautiful in the dark and cold world that she lived in. 

Suddenly, as if he could feel her looking at him, his astonishing green gaze turned and met hers. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of something cross his handsome face. Sadness? Pity maybe? But whatever it was, it disappeared fast, and he was on his feet, making his way on long, bowed legs to the cashier that was leaning against the counter, texting on her phone. 

A deep rock dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she bit back the tears as she slowly started to gather her things. Surely, he was going to ask her to be moved like all rich men did. Which meant that he may have been an Adonis on the outside, but on the inside, he was just as cold and ugly as everyone else in his status. Then again, maybe she was just that cursed, and it had nothing to do with what men seemed to think of her at all.

The door chimed behind her as it open, and she scrambled faster to dump the change she’d collected into her bag to hide it there, when she noticed the same dark jeans that the man was wearing inside the shop kneel down in front of her in the corner of her vision, and she froze terrified as to what was to come from him. 

“Hi,” he greeted her, and shivered against the wind that billowed through the now suddenly, impressively empty street. 

Y/N kept her eyes on the ground, holding her breath, unsure as to what might happen next, she was too scared to run, and honestly, he’d probably be able to grab her before she could even get away. 

“Are you hungry?” he questioned, keeping his deep voice as soft as possible as he offered her a wrapped sub gingerly, and her stomach rolled loudly as she looked at his freckle dusted hand; giving her away so that she was unable to deny her situation at hand. 

“Take it honey, it’s okay,” he pressed, and she reached for the sandwich with shaking hands, half expecting him to jerk it away at the last minute and laugh, but he didn’t do that to her surprise. He just let her take it from him with the same sad look on his face as he’d had when he’d passed her earlier while he watched her unwrap it with trembling fingers. 

She mumbled a quiet, “thank you.”

Before another word could escape his perfect, pink lips, the door to the establishment opened once more, and this time, a taller, thinner man was at the door, along with the short, red-haired woman. 

“Hey Jay, Felisha needs to go back to the hot–,” the man blurted out, stopping in his tracks when he saw that his friend, ‘Jay’ was crouched down in front of the homeless girl that loitered the side of the building, and Y/N could have sworn a slight panic crossed his features. “Is—is everything okay?” He questioned him, and the man in front of her just nodded, not taking his eyes off of Y/N, who was now cowering slightly under his sharp gaze, and away from the man that had just come out of the door. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, you guys go ahead,” he said, reaching out to take the sandwich the man at the door offered him, “I’ll catch up to you guys.”

“Jensen,” the woman, Felisha said, taking a tentative step forward, but Jensen, which was apparently the handsome man’s name, and ‘Jay’ was just a nickname, held his hand up to stop her as Y/N slid back a little further on against the wall away from the three of them, suddenly, she felt trapped. 

She’d heard of sex traffickers capturing younger, or young, women on the streets, and suddenly, she was afraid this was just that. 

“No, you’re scaring her,” Jensen voiced in an authoritative tone, and his friends took a step backward to give them some room. “You two go on back to the convention. I’ll meet you there, I promise, I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”

The tall man wrapped his arm around the woman’s shoulders and nodded at his friend before they both started back towards where they’d came from, leaving her alone with Jensen, and Felisha looking back over her shoulder as they went, concern etched deep in her pixie-like features. 

Jensen then did something that shocked the hell out of her. Instead of grabbing her, which is what she expected him to do, he plopped himself down on the wall next to her and began to open his own food. 

“What’s your name sweetheart?” he questioned, and Y/N just looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. It had been so long since someone asked her that question, a simple, ‘what’s your name,’ that she had to think about it herself. 

Had she really been out here so long that she’d forgotten her own identity? 

“Y/N,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain that broke loose overhead, and the loud crack of lightning that followed, causing Jensen to look away from her for a moment, and up towards the angry, dark sky. 

“I’m Jensen,” he said, keeping his voice calm and low, probably to try and keep from scaring her again. 

Personally, Y/N was still trying to figure the man out. Why the hell would this God of a man sitting down in the dirty street to eat his sandwich next to a homeless girl? Much less introduce himself after asking her name? Was he dangerous, should she run?

As if Jensen sensed her sudden extreme fear and apprehension, he slid a little closer to her, blocking a little of the blistering cold wind and rain with his broad back and shoulders before he continued. 

“How long have you been living like this Y/N?” he asked, taking another large bite of his food, which reminded her that she had her own in her hand. 

He couldn’t be that horrible. Maybe he was just an eccentric rich guy who just like to talk to homeless people? He couldn't be that bad if he was being this nice, could he? Surely if he was part of some sex trafficking ring, they would have grabbed her and made off with her by now, right?

“Almost three years,” she answered him, looking down and flinching away from the flash of lightning that lit up the street in front of them. Jensen even flinched himself this time. She knew before long, they would both have to get off the street and find shelter somewhere. Which meant she would probably never see the handsome stranger again, and that made her heart ache just a little. He was the first person in so long to show her any kindness. She hated to see him leave, even if he might be a weird sereal killer or something. At this point she’d take what she could get. 

“Damn,” he murmured, a look of what she thought might be disgust crossing his face, and shame flooded her, causing her to look down at her lap in order to keep from crying. 

Crying did no good. There was no point in crying. 

Jensen’s phone rang in his pocket, and he quickly silenced it, not even bothering to look and see who was calling him, most likely it was his friends that had left him there with her. 

Jensen looked up the street at the falling rain, and then back to Y/N’s trembling form before he stood slowly, a heartbroken look in his deep green eyes as he reached out a hand to her, determination taking control of his face, and she just stared back at him as if he’d lost his mind. 

“Come on honey, it’s freezing out here, and it’s pouring, please come back to the hotel with me. I know that sounded terrible, like I’m some sort of pervert or something, but I swear I’m not,” he said, pulling a tag that said Creation Entertainment Supernatural Convention, from his back pocket and showing it to her. “My hotel is less than a block from here. I’m here for the convention, Dallas is my hometown, I’m from here. I’m not just some freak. I can’t leave you out here in this, I just can’t. I swear I’ll not lay a finger on you. I just can’t leave you alone and cold here in the rain.”

Y/N’s chest tightened as panic, and some other emotion she wasn’t sure of gripped her tight around the throat and threatened to choke her. She knew then, she had a choice to make. She could either turn down the handsome stranger, watch him walk away back to his job, leaving her to live in the squalor she found herself in, maybe survive another day…

Or she could take this man by the hand and leave with him to the hotel he was staying at, and leave this mess behind her for even just a night…

Worst case scenario, he would kill her and dump her body in a dumpster behind the place he was staying when he was done doing God knows what to her. It was a fate she knew would probably happen to her eventually if she kept living the life she was living, she wasn’t an idiot. 

She was pretty certain that he wasn’t a sex trafficker, or else he wouldn't have the badge he had shown her to get into the convention. 

Maybe he just wanted a good time for a night, and thought she was an easy pick up for some sick reason? Would that really be so horrible? So what if she had to sleep with him to stay the night? At least he was attractive and seemed nice. Surely he’d let her take a shower and sleep on the floor of a warm, dry hotel room, that was more than she could ask for… Even if he did kill her, what did she have to lose?

Jensen watched as she debated within herself, patient, the rain beginning to dampen his jacket and perfectly placed brown hair, but he never moved a muscle, just looked at her with the most pleading eyes she’d ever seen. 

Slowly, still somewhat unsure of her own fate, she reached up and took his warm, massive hand, and he helped her to her feet. 

There was no going back now, either way, she’d just sealed her fate…

“Come on darlin,” he said, slipping his jacket from his massive shoulders and over her own thin frame, not caring that the rain pelted against his side as he slowly started to guide her towards the massive hotel off in the distance. “Let's get you dry and cleaned up.”

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Work Buddies

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jensen x Jared

Summary - Jared and Jensen work for Kripke Enterprises which has a strict “No Dating” policy. Will they make it through an upcoming presentation without causing an HR nightmare?

Word Count - 2,636

A/N - This is an early birthday gift for @buffywoo!! Hope you feel better soon, babe! Prompted and beta’d by @jld71, thanks again!!

***In other news, this is my 601st post!! WILD!***

Warning - NSFW, shameless flirting, anal (fingering and sex), top!Jared, power bottom!Jensen

Read it on Ao3

Kripke Enterprises was notorious for its severely strict “No Dating” policy. It was all well and good as far as Jared was concerned. He’d broken up with his girlfriend before moving and he was hardly ready to jump back onto that particular horse. That was until he was paired with someone from advertising for a new project. 

Jensen Ackles was the epitome of gorgeous. He had a jawline that could cut glass, perfectly decorated with just the right amount of facial hair. His cheekbones were high, eyebrows expressive, and eyes as bright as emeralds. His hair was perfectly styled and his legs adorably bowed. Jared hardly knew where to look while they were introducing themselves. 

Jim, not Mr. Beaver, insisted they work together over the course of the following weeks to come up with the perfect presentation to show to Mr. Kripke for a new apartment complex on the other side of town. Jared being a contractor, and Jensen being in advertising, had to make the plans and concepts both appealing and economical for the company and any future tenants. 

Jensen’s smile disarmed Jared’s brain every time he laughed at some offhand comment Jared made. Jared had always been told he had a particular sense of humor that not all people appreciated. Jensen’s mind seemed just as dirty as his, as he’d chuckled or outright laughed whenever Jared made a lewd observation, which was often. 

It turned out that they had a lot in common. In addition to being Cowboys fans, they both had parents who were still married and a younger sister and older brother. They’d both grown up in Texas and followed their passions to get to where they were at Kripke Enterprises. 

They grew close over the weeks. Jared caught himself on more than one occasion staring as Jensen chewed on his pen while he thought, wondering what it would feel like to have those plush lips around his cock. He’d shake his head, laugh at himself, and then shrug when Jensen would raise a brow at him. 

When their presentation was finished, Jared decided to make a move. 

“Let’s grab a drink tonight,” he suggested to Jensen as they packed their bags to go home. 

“Yeah, alright,” Jensen agreed. 

Jared felt what he’d only ever heard described as butterflies in his stomach. He’d known Jensen would say yes, but that just meant he had to go through with his half-baked plan of getting Jensen into his bed. Step one was drinks. 

“Where’d you have in mind?” Jensen asked once they were outside. 

“How about Sagebrush?” Jared proposed. 

“They have live music there, right?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t know about tonight,” Jared admitted. 

“That’s cool, I’m up for anything,” Jensen said with a dazzling smile.

“Anything?” Jared asked, voice dripping in innuendo. 

Jensen cackled. Head thrown back, lean neck on display, just asking for Jared’s teeth to sink into. “You know me, man. I’m always down for a good time.” 

Okay, step two was drinks, step one was laying the groundwork. 

Step two was well underway, they were on their third round of Scotches when Jensen leaned over and tapped Jared on the arm. He leaned even closer and brushed his lips over Jared’s ear as he whispered. Jared broke out in goosebumps. 

He pointed to a couple that was dancing a few feet away. “What do you bet they’re gonna go fuck in the bathroom before the next set?”

“I’d take that bet. They’re halfway there already!” Jared responded. 

Jensen laughed and Jared’s gut pulled at the sight. He’d seen Jensen laugh before, tons of times over the weeks, but there was something freer about Jensen after a few drinks. He was looser and less… controlled. 

“Hey,” Jared said, following Jensen’s lead and leaning in close to speak into Jensen’s ear. “You wanna get outta here?” 

Jared leaned back to get a read on Jensen’s reaction. Jensen looked him right in the eyes, calculating. Jared was sure he’d said too much too soon until Jensen grew a shy smile. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“Yeah?” Jared asked, hopeful. 

“Yeah. This place is kinda loud, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Jared said, downing the rest of his drink and standing. 

They both grabbed their suit jackets and bags and then left. Once the door shut behind them, Jensen turned to Jared and then stepped up to him. Not sure what was happening, Jared took a step back and Jensen followed. After a couple of steps, Jared’s back hit the wall. Jared laughed, but Jensen was all business as he pressed in on Jared and planted a kiss on his lips. 

Jared was stunned at first, but very quickly got on board with the turn of events. He grabbed Jensen’s hips and pulled him in close. Jensen’s hands were around Jared’s face and his fingers ran through the longer strands at the back of his head. 

Jensen pulled away far enough for them to catch their breaths, but kept their foreheads pressed together. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time,” Jensen admitted, breath ghosting over Jared’s mouth. 

“Same,” Jared said, leaning back in for another kiss. 

Jensen kissed him quickly, then pulled away and held his hand out to help Jared off the wall. “Your place or mine?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Do you have lube?” Jared asked.

Jensen shot him a look that answered the question for him. 

“Who’s closest?”

After revealing their addresses and figuring out whose place was the quickest to get to, they took off in the direction of Jensen’s apartment. It was only a few blocks, so they hoofed it, hand in hand, glancing at each other and smiling the entire way.  

At the door to Jensen’s apartment building, Jared pressed himself against Jensen’s back, grinding his erection into Jensen’s ass. Jensen pressed back and groaned as he had to try his key for a second time to open the door. 

Jared took his grousing as impatience and nibbled on his ear lobe, ya know, to aid the situation. 

Jensen leaned into the attention, then grumbled, “You’re not helping.”

After his third attempt, Jensen opened his door and Jared wasted no time getting them into a more private space. Once the door shut behind them, Jared had Jensen pressed against it and their mouths sealed together. 

Their hands crawled under each other’s shirts and Jared finally got to feel Jensen’s bare skin under his fingers. Jensen was warm and solid yet pliant under his touch. When Jared couldn’t take it anymore, he moved away from Jensen’s mouth and worked his way down to his throat. Jared could feel the reverberation from Jensen’s groan through his lips. 

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Jensen said.

“Patience is a virtue,” Jared responded against Jensen’s pulse. 

“Fuck you.” 

“No, fuck you,” Jared corrected. 

Jensen moaned again and gripped Jared’s shoulders. “Fuck me.” 

“That’s the plan,” Jared said, pulling back and looking Jensen in the eyes. “Right?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Please,” he added leaning in for another kiss. 

Jared knew he’d give Jensen anything and everything he’d ever ask for. How could he deny him anything? Especially when he asked so prettily. 

“Bedroom?” Jared asked. 

Jensen nodded then shoved his shoulders away from the door. “Right this way,” he said with his arm out like he was about to give Jared a tour. 

Jared followed, pressed against Jensen’s back and pressing kisses along his neck and shoulders. When Jensen walked them into his room, he flipped on the light and turned in Jared’s grasp. They kissed again, only breaking apart to remove each other’s shirts and kick their pants and shoes off. 

Down to their boxer briefs, Jensen led them to his bed. He kissed Jared until he backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, then he pulled away and dug through his nightstand drawer. He grumbled to himself a moment then said “Aha!” and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. His smile was blinding and Jared couldn’t help but respond with one of his own. 

Jensen kissed him again, this time slipping himself between Jared’s legs and gently leaning him back against the mattress. Jared went willingly, holding Jensen in his arms to bring him down on top of him. Without their slacks in the way, their cocks drug against each other, wet spots on their briefs getting them sticky with precome. 

Jared was drunk on the little noises Jensen made, the quiet grunts and soft moans when their cocks would slide together just right. He wanted to live in this moment forever, but there were literally more pressing issues that required immediate attention. 

Deciding that it was time to move things along, Jared rolled over toward the head of the bed, landing Jensen on top of his pillows. Jensen chuckled and rearranged the pillows and himself while Jared grabbed the lube and condom and worked his briefs off. He grabbed the waistband of Jensen’s briefs next and moved them slowly down his hips, careful not to get them hung on Jensen’s impressive dick. 

Beautifully bare to him, Jensen lay there, looking at Jared while Jared did the same. He was just as attractive naked as he was clothed. They were both cut, and Jensen’s perfectly dark pink tip dribbled precome onto his belly. Unable to control himself, Jared reached forward and grabbed hold of Jensen’s cock, giving it a few slow strokes. 

“Oh, God!” Jensen groaned out, shoving his head back into a pillow. 

Jared smiled, he loved seeing Jensen come apart and being the one to bring him there. Jensen whimpered when Jared let go so he could start prepping him. As soon as he heard the snip of the lube bottle opening, Jensen raised his legs and held himself spread out for Jared to be able to get to him easily. Of course, Jensen was well groomed everywhere, he was a sight to behold. 

After a moment of appreciation, Jared coated a few fingers with lube and set to work. Jensen was tight but relaxed enough that Jared had no issue stretching him open quickly. While Jared worked his fingers in and out of Jensen’s tight hole, he took Jensen’s cock into his mouth and got his first taste of him. He was addicted already. Jensen fit perfectly into Jared’s mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. 

Jensen moaned and groaned and grunted his way through being prepped. Jared could live in this moment for the rest of his life. Knuckle deep into and choking on Jensen. If he’d had hair, Jared would be burying his nose into it, as it was, Jared’s nose was rubbing deliciously against Jensen’s slick, bare skin. 

Once Jared could easily shove three fingers into Jensen, he considered him prepped. As quickly as he could, he slurped his way off Jensen’s cock, rolled the condom on and slicked himself up. While Jared was busy, Jensen rearranged himself on the bed, settling more toward the middle. Jared kissed his way up Jensen’s legs, torso, and neck until he finally got to his mouth. As they kissed, Jared used one hand to line himself up and the other to hold himself over Jensen. 

Jared thrust in slowly, giving Jensen ample time to adjust to the intrusion. He was squeezing around Jared so tightly that Jared was afraid of hurting him if he moved too fast. Jared kept his eyes on Jensen’s flushed face as he thrust in, prepared to stop at the first sign of distress. 

He couldn’t get over how gorgeous Jensen was. Long lashes fluttered while Jensen kept his eyes squeezed shut. His perfectly plush lips formed a sensuous “O” whenever he breathed out. His skin was flushed a delicious pink that made the spackling of freckles across his face stand out. 

All too soon, Jared bottomed out and Jensen’s eyes fluttered open. He made eye contact with Jared and his flush deepened. His eyes shone like a perfectly polished moss agate; Jared couldn’t look away if he wanted to. 

“You can move now,” Jensen told him, voice rough and attractively ragged.  

Jared’s cock twitched at the sound and Jensen clenched back. They both groaned at the sensation. Jared did as he was told and pulled out, not quite as slowly as he’d entered, but still unsure of hurting Jensen. He was quite aware of how endowed he was and had bad experiences in the past. Once he was pulled out to the head, Jared pushed back in a bit faster. 

“I can take it, I won’t break, promise,” Jensen said breathily. 

“If you’re sure,” Jared said, increasing his pace. 

Jensen smacked his ass and pulled his hips forward to drive his cock in deeper, then ground his hips against Jared’s pelvis. So, Jensen was a power bottom, noted. Jared took his cue and started to fuck Jensen in earnest. If he wanted it, Jared would give it to him. 

After a few minutes, they were both sweating and breathing heavily. Jensen was taking him beautifully and Jared couldn’t think of ever having had a better partner. He gave as good as he got, and Jared had a lot to give. 

Two position changes later, Jensen was practically singing as he moaned with every thrust. Jared reached around and started tugging at Jensen’s cock. With a few well-aimed thrusts, Jensen was coming all over his bedspread. His entire body went rigid with it and Jared was being squeezed like a vice. After a few more thrusts into Jensen’s tight channel, Jared was pumping his release into the condom. 

Jensen collapsed onto the bed, to the side of his mess, and Jared followed suit, landing behind him with his cock still lodged in his ass. They lay there and breathed for a moment and then Jared held the end of the condom and slipped himself out. Jensen let out a breath once Jared was out and shuddered at the loss. Jared tied off the condom and paused for a moment. 

“Trashcan’s on the other side of the nightstand,” Jensen supplied. 

“‘Kay,” Jared said, leaning over the side of the bed and tossing the filled condom into the trash. 

Jared wasn’t sure what he should do next. Was Jensen a cuddler? Would he stay the night? Would they eat something before bed? Jared sure had worked up an appetite. 

“Getting cold over here,” Jensen said, reaching a hand out for Jared. 

Jared followed his lead and laid back down behind Jensen, curling around him and holding him close. Jensen exhaled a deep breath and settled into Jared’s embrace. 

“We’re going to have to go to HR on Monday,” Jensen said after a while.

Jared started. “What, why?” 

“Because I’m gonna wanna do this again and we both know how Kripke is about his dating policy. We’re never going to be able to work together again.” Jensen chuckled to himself. 

Jared kissed Jensen’s neck. “I could definitely do this again.”

Jensen playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t mean right now!” 

Jared kept kissing Jensen’s neck. “But I’m hungry…” 

“Then we should eat something,” Jensen said, laughing. 

“I could eat you.”

“Maybe later.” Jensen rolled over to face Jared, a serious look on his face. “Pizza or tacos?”

Jared didn’t even think about it. “Tacos.”

“A man after my own heart.” 

They both smiled at each other until Jensen climbed down to the foot of the bed to grab his phone out of his pants. Jared laid back and enjoyed the view as Jensen lay on his stomach and placed an order on his phone. Chuckling to himself, he thought about the nightmare this would be for HR and had to admit to himself that he didn’t care. It would be worth it to be with Jensen. 

[holylulusworld]

Another dream (3)

Summary: The dream continues.

Pairing: Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, mentions of smut, almost violence.

A/N: No smut in this. We get a little plot in this.

<< Part 2

Dream a little dream… masterlist

“Come one, Samuel Winchester! The least you can do is give me your dick,” you complain loudly as Sam sits in your living room to the read yet another book about the supernatural.

“I want to go back home,” Sam retorts.

You snort.

“Oh yeah? Do you wanna know what happens if you and Dean go back to your world,” you push your chin out and purse your lips.

“Enlighten me!”

“Dean is going to die. Killed by a stupid vampire clown and you,” you chuckle darkly, “you are going to end up with a blurry wife, and a ridiculous wig when you grow old. If you want to go, go ahead! But Dean will stay here! I’ll not let him get killed, impaled by a clown-pire!”

“He’s my brother! And—” Sam frowns deeply. “Does he really die? How do you wanna know? Are you a witch?”

“I watched the fucking show, dude,” you grunt. “Now lemme get back to your dick…”

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” Dean casually strolls into your living room. “Sammy, I got a job.” Dean proudly exclaims. “I’m a mechanic now. I got it all. A nice home. No monsters. My brother. A sexy girl. A job. The only thing missing is my Baby…” He sighs deeply.

“Ackles got an Impala,” you clear your throat as Jensen and Soldier Boy follow Dean hot on his heels. “BOYS! You’re back!”

“We tried to find out how to send the guy in your bedroom back,” Jensen shrugs. “What was the talk about my car?”

“It’s my car, actor,” Dean barks, ready to fight with Jensen again. “I want it back.”

“Hmm…” you ponder while Jensen and Dean are ready to get handsy. “What if I dream of fucking you in Baby in front of my apartment.”

Dean stops in his tracks. Fist midair as he dips his head to look at you. “I’m not sure this will work,” Sam interjects.

“No, no…let her talk,” Dean drops his fist to sit next to you on the couch. “Do you think you can bring her over too?”

“I got Beau here, didn’t I? I only watch one episode and here we are…” you grin at Beau who didn’t say much since he ended up in your bedroom. He sits on the floor, staring out of your bedroom as he cannot leave it. Thanks to the curse, magic, or what the fuck is going on with your dreams. “Let’s have a Supernatural marathon. We need episodes with you and Baby and sex…”

“Count me in,” Dean grins. “I want my BABY!”

“Can you...” Beau finally speaks up, “bring my daughter here?”

“Uh-it only worked when I got naughty dreams but—” you bite your tongue. “We could try. I mean…I didn’t want to bring you here. I’m sorry. You were just so hot, and I got…”

“Horny,” Ben grunts. “We won’t share, buddy. If you want a girl, look somewhere else.”

“I can’t leave the bedroom, genius,” Beau talks back. “How’d you all get out of here? Dean, Jensen, and you can leave the apartment too.”

“We fucked like champions,” you glare at Soldier Boy. “What? It’s the only way.”

“That so?” Beau looks at Sam. “But the big guy over there said he never fucked her.”

“I-uh…we kinda…” Sam’s cheeks turn red as his brother slowly turns his head to look at him. “I thought it was a naughty dream and kinda went down on her. She sucked my dick and then…I realized it’s not a dream.”

“He wasn’t too bad,” you grin at Sam. “A pity he refuses to give me that dick. I’d like to help him leave the apartment. Well, his loss.”

“You mean I need to have sex with you to leave the bedroom?” Beau’s eyes drop to your exposed legs. “She took all of you?”

“Sometimes all of us at once,” Soldier Boy grins proudly. “She’s good at taking dick, buddy. All of her holes are golden.”

“Sir, you shouldn’t talk about a lady like that,” Beau points a finger at Ben. “This is…inappropriate.”

“It’s fine,” you wink at Ben. “Soldier Boy got a nasty tongue, but he makes it up with said skilled muscle most of the time.”

Ben’s eyes drop to your crotch. He darts his tongue out, teasingly licking his plump lips.

“She loves my mouth on her.”

“All you talk about is sex,” the newest addition to your weird bunch says. “What about the lives you left behind when she brought you here?”

“People always wanted me to save them,” Ben shrugs. “In this world, they don’t know me. I mean…they sometimes think I’m Ackles, but that’s not the same. I give them an autograph and move on.”

“What about the people dear to you?”

“I got my brother and—” Dean looks around the room. “I miss my friends, but this world gives me a chance to live the life I always wanted to. No monsters. No fighting to stay alive. No more losing people we love. I gave enough. It’s my time to get the good things in life.”

“This is my world so,” Jensen looks at you with darkened eyes. “I still go my life, career, and the people I love. Y/N is a nice addition.”

“Watch your tongue, actor boy,” the hunter warns. Dean glares at Jensen, still angry that he got the Impala. “I’ll be watching you.”

“I can still beat the shit out of you,” Jensen puffs his chest. “Come and get some if you are brave enough.”

“That ended well for you last time,” Sam sighs deeply as his brother and his fake twin are ready for another round of Ackles vs Winchester. “Jensen with all due respect, Dean is much stronger than you.”

“No fighting,” you point a finger at Jensen. “You know the rules. If you fight, no sex for you.”

“Not again,” Ben growls. He angrily balls his hands into fists, ready to keep them from fighting again. “One month was enough.”

“Y/N, can you please explain how I ended up here again? I’m still a little…I don’t know. Confused?” Beau asks as Jensen and Dean raise their fists. “Guys, maybe you can help too?”

“Uh-sure,” Dean drops his fist. “We told you before that Y/N dreamed of us having sex. One moment I was sound asleep, and the next I was standing in her bedroom.”

“Same,“ Jensen mutters.

“I was fighting some bank robber, and then I was in her bedroom.”

“So two of you were asleep, but you were awake,” Beau hums. “I was asleep too.”

“Same,” Sam adds.

“Ben, no lying,” you tut. “Tell us what you did.”

Ben pouts.

“Please, I need to know,” the sheriff softly asks. “We are all friends here, right?”

“Maybe I was a little high,” Ben sheepishly admits. “When I take the good stuff, it feels like I’m in a dream world. I just walked away from the bank robber and stepped inside her bedroom.”

“So, if the drugs count, we all were asleep when she got us here,” Beau concludes. “That’s a start. Now we only need to find out if she got special powers.”

“Why did we not think of this?” Jensen furrows his brows.

“We were busy screwing the life out of our girl,” Soldier Boy shrugs. “Who cares how we ended up here? I want to stay. If you all want to leave, go ahead. More pussy for me.”

“Stop with the crassness,” Beau warns now. “You can’t talk like that about Y/N. She’s not a piece of meat or a fleshlight you can use to get off.”

“You don’t even know her, sheriff,” Ben grins. “Not like I know her. She’s so warm and soft inside. I would kill to be inside her cunt.”

“Sick bastard.”

“Loser who can’t leave the bedroom,” Soldier Boy smirks darkly. “Aw, you didn’t get any yet. I bet you’ve got blue balls already.”

“ENOUGH!” you snap at Soldier Boy. “No sex for you for a week.”

He grunts.

“Two weeks.”

“Maybe I should go out there and find some other girl to—”

“Fine. Go ahead,” you get up from the couch and storm toward your bedroom. “But if you fuck some other bitch, never come back.” You slam the door shut behind you and lock it. “If anyone tries to get inside, I’ll stab you!”

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you,” Dean mutters. “She’s our girl. Only because of her, we made it here. I like my new life.”

“Not cool,” Jensen huffs. “I knew you were trouble…”

Inside your bedroom, you curl into a ball on your bed. “Sorry,” Beau sighs deeply. “I shouldn’t have said a damn thing.”

“No, it was nice of you,” you give Beau a cracked smile. “I’m sorry that I brought you here. If only I knew how to send you back home.”

“Hmmm…maybe we can find a way together,” Beau gets up from the ground to sit on the bed next to you. “We just need to have a little patience.”

I swear, if that dude touches Y/N I’ll break your neck,” Dean growls at Ben. “It’s your damn fault she locked all of us out!”

“He was an ass.”

“Not helpful,” Jensen runs one hand down his face. “We are fighting for over four hours now. Can we just stop? Maybe we should apologize to Y/N and do something nice for her instead.”

“Fuck me,” Dean stares at the car parked in front of your apartment complex. “But we didn’t watch the show or anything.”

“Uh-it’s not the real one,” Jensen throws the keys to the Impala at Dean. She’s one of the cars we used on the show. Not the original, but the next best thing.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“She belongs to you, Dean. I was only the one bringing you…I mean my role to life. But you are him and-“

“Thank you,” the hunter grins. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“Maybe you should go for a ride with Y/N,” Jensen jerks his head toward you carrying bags with groceries. “After we helped her carry the groceries inside.”

“Good plan…a very good plan…”

“Okay, what are we all doing in here,” Soldier Boy grumbles in the backseat of the Impala. He must share the backseat with Jensen and Beau. “And why can the sheriff now leave the bedroom.”

“We made sweet love, Soldier Guy,” Beau grins. “While you all were busy fighting each other, I spend time with Y/N. She’s a lovely woman and I worshipped her.”

“Can we go for that ride now?” You slap Dean’s thigh. “Come on, let her roar Dean. I wanna hear her purr for me…”

Part 4

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Growing up was never easy for me, but finally I may have found some light in my very dark world.

Warnings: Mentions of death, parents death, mentions of abuse, homelessness, anxiety, ect

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Do you ever feel like if you disappeared today, nobody would notice? The world wouldn't stop, your disappearance wouldn't be plastered on milk cartons or across news channels, nobody would even know or care. That was my life. Nobody knew me, or cared for me. Nobody noticed me, not really. I was a ghost, an invisible presence left alone, all alone.

My parents died when I was a baby, I was too young to remember who they were or what happened really. I know what my Aunt told me, they wanted a night to themselves, so she babysat me. Around 4 in the morning she received a phone call saying that they passed away, asleep in their beds when the fire took their lives.

I don't even remember having parents, I have photographs of us together, but their faces are unknown to me. I didn't know them, I didn't get the chance.

After the fire, I stayed with my Aunt. Things were weird there. She'd look at me with such heartbreak and disgust and I had no idea why. I was just a kid, what did I do?

But I must have done something wrong, because when I turned 6 she told me she couldn't take care of me anymore, and the next morning two kind people packed me in their car and drove me away. I never saw my Aunt again.

My first foster home was alright, I was happy for a little bit. There were a lot of kids in the house, various ages, both sexes. I didn't like the kids too much. They were loud and annoying, and hyper. They always wanted to play stupid games like hide and seek, or tag. I didn't want to play dumb games, I wanted something real. I wanted to connect, to have somebody next to me.

And eventually, I did.

Henry, my foster dad, was always there for me. He actually cared about me, noticed me, heard me. He would spend hours at night reading me fairy tales until I fell asleep, and during the day he'd teach me things like how to ride a bike or read.

I had an actual connection with him, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had, and I loved him more than anybody. I thought I finally had somebody permeant in my life, but I was wrong.

My foster mom Sandy didn't like me. She hated the fact that her husband had his attention on me, and she thought it was strange for a six year old to bond with an older man rather than the children all around me. She said it wasn't healthy.

So he was taken away from me. After many tears shed and heartbreaking hugs, I said goodbye to the only person who's ever seen me for me, and moved to a new foster home.

The new home was horrible. The parents weren't friendly, and I was the only child in their care. I was forced to follow their schedule which consisted of three boring things, every day.

Cleaning, school, homework, food, bed. No reading fairy tales, no riding my bike, no playing with toys.

I hated it there. I felt so alone, so invisible. So I left. I ran away thinking I'd be better off somewhere else. But as a 7 year old girl, I didn't get very far and as soon as I returned, things got bad.

At first, it was the belt. My foster dad would smack my arms hard, than my legs, sometimes my face if I was a bad enough kid. If I cried or continued to disobey, the belt was replaced with his palms. This happened for years, non stop torture.

I didn't stop trying to run away, every few months I'd take off, praying that nobody would find me, they'd leave me alone but everytime I was brought back and beaten worse.

Finally, the parent's gave up on me and I went to another home. But I was so angry, so filled with anxiety and rage that I drove away anybody who could possibly care for me.

By the time I was 18, I had been in 13 Foster homes. My last one wasn't too bad, but I didn't talk, I barely ate, I didn't connect. I didn't want another Henry situation. I didn't want to care about others because I knew they'd leave me.

And I was right.

On my 18th Birthday, my present was a knock at my door from my parents telling me I've aged out and I need to leave. I received a check to get me started, a bag of food, and a cell phone, than I was left alone.

The money wasn't much, definetly not enough to get an apartment so I decided to get a car instead. I ended up using all my money to buy a crappy little Honda Civic and I've called it my home ever since.

Sleeping in my car wasn't half bad, I had my own space, I didn't need to listen to anybody or share it with anybody, it was all mine.

One night I parked beside a motel that had free Wifi, and I was bored so I decided to find something to watch, I never really watched TV or movies, but tonight I wanted to.

The first show I found was something called Supernatural, and for some reason I felt a connection, like something was telling me to watch it.

God, am I happy that I did.

The show felt like home, it gave me something to look forward to, something to provide me comfort on the hardest of days. I felt connected, like I knew the characters and I was living their life.

And one of the characters, Dean.. He awoke something inside of me that I never knew was there. He made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that life was hard but I needed to keep going.

The more I watched, the more I started to feel like I belonged somewhere. The show pulled me out of the darkness slowly, convincing me that life was better if I was here to live it. It gave me hope. It allowed me to breathe again.

Today is my 25th birthday, and I was celebrating like I always did, drinking beer in my car and listening to music while mindlessly scrolling through a page for Supernatural fans.

I froze when I glanced about an article about Supernatural's newest convention, which happened to be a few hours from where I lived. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about going, people like me don't go to shows or events like this, but I needed this. I really needed it.

I checked my bank account and nearly leaped with joy when I realized I had enough for a ticket, living in my car finally payed off.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket for the convention and for the first time, I felt excited. I felt hope beaming inside of me. I could finally be surrounded with people with similar interests, and feel normal for once. Hopefully.

The next morning, I walked into the office building I worked at, and made my boss Brad a coffee, like he always expected. Knocking on his door, I took a deep breath before entering, walking towards his marble desk and placing the coffee on the table.

He nodded before taking the cup in his hand and sipping it, like he always did. His eyes flickered up towards me when he noticed I haven't left yet.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the desk, "I just wanted to ask you something if you had a moment."

He nodded for me to go on and I shook off the anxiety nearly suffocating me. Confidence, I need to have confidence.

"I was wondering if I could take a week off starting Friday evening, there's somewhere I need to go out of town."

He stared back at me, the silence was suffocating, the tension high. He shook his head and looked back down to the papers scattered across his desk.

"No, sorry that won't work."

It felt like a punch to my gut, I haven't taken one day off, I constantly worked overtime, I did everything and anything for this ass, and I can't take some time off?

I swallowed down the nerves and sat in the chair in front of his desk, noting the way he stared at me confused. "Sir, all due respect I have been working non stop for the past 7 months and I have never asked for a day off, I've never taken a sick day and I always have my work done, all I need is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was raised, eyes locked on mine. "I said no Y/N, is that all?"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I stood from my spot, making my way towards the door. Anger was bubbling through my system and I felt like I couldn't breath.

I turned quickly and sighed, "Actually, there's one more thing."

He scoffed and looked up towards me, awaiting my response. I swallowed hard and frowned, "I am not going to be back tomorrow, I quit."

His mouth dropped open and he stared back in shock, but I didn't stay long to hear whatever response he was going to throw at me. I rushed as fast as I could out of the building back to my car. I slammed the door as the tears rushed down my face.

What did I do? Why did I quit my job for a convention? What the hell was so special about this damn show.

I finally let go of all the feelings I was holding onto, bursting into sobs of pain and frustration. Life was harsh and unforgiving, every moment of hope was washed away.

The only thing I had left was the convention, and even than I was clearly going to be the outcast, the weird girl who looks like she's never showered or slept a day in her life.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things would be different here, the fans seem nice enough online, why wouldn't they be in person?

And if Dean Winchester was still inside Jensen, I knew he wouldn't look at me like I was garbage, if he ever even noticed me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 coming soon stay tuned!

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Behind the Scenes pt 7

Master List 

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: fluff, body insecurities, oral sex (male receiving) 

A/N: I couldn’t leave everyone hanging long after the last chapter. I know it was a hard one, it was hard to write. I hope this one makes up for it. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, with a slight time jump*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes 

This is my original work, do not take it. 

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Jensen sat against the wall outside your room for what felt like hours. His head was pounding and his eyes hurt from crying. He prayed harder than he had ever prayed in his life. His mind was in a haze and all his thoughts kept centering around you and the future you two were supposed to share. 

The nurse who pushed him out of the room came up and kneeled beside him. Touching his shoulder he gently called his name “Mr. Ackles, you can come back in. She’s stable again. We were able to bring her back.” He helped Jensen to his feet and Jensen walked about into your room. 

He saw you laying on the bed, still unconscious and pale. He hated seeing you like this. He felt completely powerless and it made him angry. “What happened?” Jensen asked in barely a whisper. “She suffered a blood clot that went to her heart. We can’t give her blood thinners right now until we are sure her bleeding has stopped. We will do some scans in a few hours to check and then start her on a regime of medication to help prevent further clots. We placed these on her legs to help keep the blood pumping.” The doctor moved the sheet back to reveal cuffs on your legs that inflated and deflated on your legs. 

Jensen nodded his understanding. “Is she going to be okay?” “She’s still not out of the woods yet, if you’re a praying man I would suggest you pray. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. Really it’s up to her and her body to fight. We will give you two some privacy. Mr. Ackles, I will be praying for her.” Your doctor gently touched his shoulder before leaving the room.

Jensen sat beside you and held your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “I love you so much baby. I need you here with me and Tristan. I’m not ready to do this by myself. Please keep fighting baby.” Jensen laid his head on the bed beside you and quietly cried. 

His phone went off and he checked it. It was a text from Jared asking how you were doing. He just sent a text back that you were still fighting. He didn’t have the energy to tell him what happened. One of the night nurses walked in and saw Jensen. She was an older woman and had a sweet smile. “Mr. Ackles, when was the last time you ate or drank anything?” She questioned. “I guess this afternoon at home. I’m okay. I don’t want to leave her.” 

She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder “Mr. Ackles, you are no good to her or your baby if you don’t take care of yourself. Go grab something to eat and drink, go see your son, and just breathe. I promise I won’t leave her side until you get back.” Jensen stood up and reluctantly let go of your hand. He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “I love you baby. I’ll be back soon. I’m going to check on Tristan.” He kissed you again and thanked the nurse. 

He walked to the cafeteria and grabbed a coffee and a snack. He ate it quickly. He didn’t realize how hungry he was until he sat and ate. After he finished he started walking to the nursery. Jensen looked through the glass and saw Tristan awake. His bright green eyes were looking around. His heart warmed and he smiled. His son was the greatest gift anyone has ever given him. He was so thankful you gave him this beautiful baby. The nurse saw him and smiled. She opened the door for him. “Hello, Mr. Ackles. Have you come to see baby Tristan?” Jensen smiled and he said yes. 

Jensen walked over to Tristan and picked him up. He carried him to the rocking chair and sat down. “Hey baby boy. How’s daddy’s boy?” He looked down at Tristan and saw his green eyes looking up at him. He couldn’t believe how quickly he loved him. Then he had a realization. He put Tristan back down, kissed his head and told him he would be right back. 

Jensen walked over to the nurse in the nursery and told her his idea. She thought it was a great idea and worth a shot. The nurse helped him push Tristan’s bassinet to your room. Once in the room he found the other nurse still sitting by your side. She smiled when she saw you and Tristan. “He’s absolutely beautiful, Mr. Ackles.” Jensen smiled and thanked her. 

“I had an idea and I hope you can help me with it. I want to lay Tristan on her chest. Skin to skin. I think it will be good for her to feel her son.” Jensen told the nurse. “Oh Jensen, I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let me help you. You get baby Tristan down to his diaper and I’ll get her ready.” Jensen got baby Tristan down to his diaper and the nurse helped get your chest cleared enough of wires to lay Tristan down. Jensen carried Tristan over and carefully placed him on your chest. The nurse took your hand and placed it on Tristan. 

Jensen and the nurses stood silently. Listening to your monitor and the soft coos of Tristan. Your heart rate started increasing. Jensen and the nurses exchanged looks. They stayed quiet and watched you and the monitor. Jensen leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Come on baby, Tristan is here waiting for his mommy. Please open your eyes. You can do it baby.” 

Jensen saw your hand that was on Tristan twitch a little. His eyes went wide. Surely he was mistaken. He looked and saw it again. The nurse gasped when she saw it too. Then they all saw your hand tighten around Tristan, holding him tight. Your eyes started to flutter open. Jensen and the nurses couldn’t believe their eyes. You were waking up. 

“I’m right here baby! Oh thank God! Y/N, it’s okay baby. You’re safe.” The nurse left to get the doctor so they could check you. While she was gone you woke up and saw Jensen. Tears fell from your eyes as you held your baby. The other nurse in the room told you to stay calm. The doctor would remove the tube. You nodded with understanding. 

Jensen leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You came back to us. I love you so much baby.” The doctor walked in and saw you awake with Tristan on your chest. “You came back, Y/N. You’ve had so many people anxious for you to come back. I see you’ve met your son.” She smiled at you and Jensen. “Great idea, dad.” She looked at Jensen. “Okay, I’m going to remove this tube. When I do, your throat is going to be sore, but it’ll get better after a few hours. Are you ready?” You nodded. Jensen took Tristan off your chest and wrapped him in a blanket and held him. 

The doctor removed the tube and gave you some water to drink. Your vitals were getting stronger and your color was starting to come back. “What happened?” You asked hoarsely. The doctor told you what happened in the operating room and most recently. Your eyes went wide and you looked over at Jensen who had tears in his eyes. “You got yourself a great man there. He wouldn’t leave your side, and he’s been so great with baby Tristan too.” The doctor told you. You took Jensen’s hand and held it. 

“I need to text everyone and let them know you’re awake. They’ve all been worried.” Jensen said as he handed Tristan back to you. You took your son in your arms and looked at him. He was perfect. He looked like you but had Jensen’s eyes. He held your finger in his tiny hand and cooed. You smiled and whispered “Hey baby boy. You are so loved and so wanted. I can’t wait to watch you grow.” You kissed his head softly. 

Jensen finished letting everyone know you were awake and they were going to be moving you to a recovery room soon so everyone could visit a few people at a time. Jensen sat beside you and watched you with Tristan and smiled. He took out his phone and took a picture. “Jensen, don’t take my picture. I look horrible.” “No you don’t, you’re breathtaking, and you’re holding our son.” He smiled. 

“Our son. Our sweet baby boy is here. I can’t believe we did it, Jensen.” “No, you did it sweetheart. You carried him, gave birth to him, and fought to come back to us.” Jensen kissed your lips softly. “I was so scared, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you. We almost did, but you came back to us.” A tear fell from Jensen’s eye. 

“Oh baby, don’t cry. I’m okay. I could never leave you.” You grabbed his hand. The nurse walked in and told you they were moving you to recovery. Jensen took Tristan and placed him in his bassinet and the nurse started pushing your bed to your new room. Jensen pushed Tristan and followed behind you. 

Once you arrived at your new room the nurse hooked you up to the monitor. “This will only be temporary. We need to monitor you a little while longer.” You nodded. Once you were hooked up she left you, Jensen and Tristan alone. Jensen picked up Tristan and brought him back over to you. You took Tristan in your arms and kissed his head. Jensen leaned down and kissed your lips. “I love you, sweetheart. So much!” “I love you too, Jens.” 

“So what did Jared say about his name?” “He was over the moon. It took him a second to get it. I haven’t had a chance to tell Misha he’s here yet. I’ll text him later.” You nodded and continued to look at your son. You couldn’t believe you were a mom. There was a soft knock at the door and Jensen said come in. You looked up and saw Jensen’s parents and yours. When your mom saw you she cried and ran to hold you. 

Everyone took a turn hugging you and then they turned their attention to baby Tristan. Your parents and Jensen’s didn’t stay too long. They wanted you to rest. Your mom kept hugging you and didn’t want to leave you. You understood, but her hugs were body crushing. 

When they left you fed the baby and changed him. You had just finished feeding Tristan when there was a knock at the door. You said come in softly and saw Jared and Gen walk in. They both smiled big when they saw you up and holding the baby. “Oh my goodness. We are so happy you are okay.” Gen said as she hugged you. Jared smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you gave us quite a scare.” “So I heard. Thank you for being there for Jensen. I know it wasn’t easy for him or y’all.” “Hey, Y/N, that’s what family is for. We will always be there for you guys.” Jared said as he hugged you. 

You tried to stifle a yawn that was building, but you couldn’t help it. Gen and Jared hugged you, Jensen, and Tristan before they left. Jensen placed Tristan in the bassinet and walked over to you. “I love you so much. I was so scared. I thought I was never going to see you again.” Jensen sighed. “Jens, what happened? I just remember them telling me they needed to do a c-section, but then everything went black after that.” “The doctor said your placenta detached and you started to hemorrhage. When they got Tristan out you started to bleed more. You lost a lot of blood and coded 4 times on the table. Later in your room you coded again, but you fought baby. You fought so hard to get back to us.” Jensen kissed your head as a tear slipped out.

“I’ll never stop fighting to stay with you and Tristan. I love you, Jensen. I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” You lifted your hand and cupped his cheek. He leaned down and for the first time in a while your lips touched in a passionate kiss. 

The kiss was filled with so much need, love, and emotion. You melted into his lips as both of you moaned. A knock on the door interrupted the kiss. You blushed and said come in. The nurse came in to check your vitals and see if you needed anything. “I am a little hungry. Do you think I can get something to eat?” You questioned. “Absolutely! Dad, do you need anything?” The nurse turned towards Jensen. “No, I’m good. I’ll grab something later. Thank you though.” The nurse nodded and left the room.

“Jens, you looked exhausted. Why don’t you go home and get some sleep? I’ll be okay.” Jensen smiled down at you. “I’m okay baby. That chair turns into a twin bed, I’ll get some sleep later. Right now I want to enjoy being here with my little family.” You playfully rolled your eyes, knowing it was useless arguing with him. “Okay, but promise me you will sleep. We need you in top shape.” You said as you motioned towards the baby.

The nursery nurse came to get Tristan just as your food arrived. “I need to take him for a bath, and to be checked by the pediatrician. I should be able to bring him back in a few hours.” You and Jensen nodded. You ate your food and Jensen chuckled. “You really were hungry, weren’t you?” You shook your head enthusiastically. 

When you finished eating you laid down. Sleep was washing over you. Jensen walked over to you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sweet dreams, baby.” When Jensen heard your soft snores he fixed the chair into a bed and kicked off his shoes. It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking him too. 

You woke up a few hours later and looked over to see Jensen fast asleep. You smiled and your heart filled with so much love. You couldn’t imagine the pain he went through. The doctor came in, breaking you away from your thoughts. She saw Jensen sleeping and she smiled. “Good afternoon, Y/N. How are you doing?” “I’m sore, but feeling pretty good. I heard I gave everyone a scare.” “Yes you did, especially him.” She pointed towards Jensen. “He refused to leave your side. I thought he was going to beat up one of my nurses.” She chuckled. “Oh no! He is fiercely protective of his family.” You told her. “I can see that. You’ve got yourself an incredible man there. I’m glad to see he’s finally resting.”

You looked over at Jensen, “me too.” “Okay, let's check you out and see what’s going on. I see everything looks good and you are healing. Your blood count is good and the scans we did show no more bleeding. This is all really good news. If you keep this up and your numbers stay up you can go home tomorrow.” “Oh my goodness, really?” You exclaimed. The doctor nodded yes. 

As she was leaving the room Tristan was brought back in. The nurse handed him to you. He smelled so good after his bath and was wrapped up tightly in his blanket. You were so in love with him. He was a perfect mix of you and Jensen, with Jensen’s green eyes. When you first saw him you thought he favored you more, but now he definitely is a beautiful mix of the two of you. 

You talked to him, held him and kissed him while Jensen slept. About half an hour after they brought Tristan in there was a soft knock at the door. You told them to come in. You smiled when you saw Clif and Misha. Clif walked over to you first. “Hey sweet pea, how are you feeling?” He kissed your head and looked down at the baby. “I’m okay. Doing so much better.” He nodded and looked over at Jensen and smiled. 

Misha walked up next and looked at you and the baby. “Hey, Y/N. I can’t believe you named him after me, thank you. That means so much to me.” “Oh Mish, you’re an important part of Jensen’s life and mine too. Would you like to hold him?” Misha nodded and held out his arms. It warmed your heart to see Misha holding your son. You grabbed your phone to take a picture. Jensen would want to see this so you decided to take a picture. 

Tristan started to whimper a little and Misha thought he did something wrong. You laughed and told Misha he was probably just wet. As Tristan started to whine more, Misha handed him back to you and Jensen started to wake up. Jensen stretched and stood up seeing Clif and Misha in the room. “Hey guys, good to see you. How long have I been asleep?” “A few hours, but you needed it.” You replied. Jensen nodded and walked over to Clif and Misha. He gave them both a hug and thanked them for coming. 

“Well, we are going to head out and let you two rest. I’m in town for a few days, so I’ll see you guys soon.” Misha said as he leaned down to kiss your head. “Okay, thanks for coming. We really appreciate it.” You smiled. They both nodded, gave one last hug to Jense and you, then left. 

“So the doctor came in while you were asleep and said everything is looking good. No more bleeding, blood count is steady and if I keep it up I can go home tomorrow. Can you believe it?” You told Jensen. “That’s great news baby. I can’t wait to get you two home.” Jensen replied. 

The next morning the doctor came into your room early to talk to you and Jensen. “Well, it looks like everything is still going good. Your blood count is increasing and there is no sign of infection or potential for you to code again. I think it’s safe to send you home. The nurse will be in shortly to unhook you, and give you your discharge paperwork. If you need anything, day or night, don’t hesitate to reach out to me.” She smiled as she talked to you. 

“Thank you doctor, we will. Thank you for taking such good care of me and my little one.” She hugged you and Jensen stood and hugged her too. “I want to see you in my office in about 5 weeks for a check up. If you need anything before then, let me know.” You nodded, “See you in 5 weeks then.” 

The nurse came in and started unhooking the machines and took out your IV. “Okay, Miss. Y/L/N, you can shower and get dressed if you would like. Here are discharge instructions. Please follow them and call your doctor if you experience any complications. Keep all of your follow up appointments and take your medication as prescribed. Do you have any questions?” “No, thank you. I’m just eager to shower and get my family home.” You smiled. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know when you are ready and we will get you a wheelchair and home.” 

She left the room and you slowly stood. Jensen helped you to the bathroom and offered to stay in the bathroom while you showered. As you stepped in the shower, the warm water enveloped your body like a hug. You sighed contently. You washed your hair and body, taking extra care around your incision. When you finished Jensen was waiting to help you out and dry off. “Jens, just hand me the towel, please. I don’t want you to see my body right now.” You said through the curtain. “Honey, no. Let me help you. I love your body. It’s beyond perfect.” He started to pull back the curtain. You bit your lip and tried to cover the best you could. 

“Baby, please let me help you. Your body just did something amazing. Not only did you carry and give birth to our son, you fought like hell to stay here with us. You’re perfect and I love every part of you.” You slowly put your hands down and Jensen’s eyes looked at your body. “So beautiful.” He whispered as he helped dry you off. You blushed and pulled him close to you. You placed a kiss on his lips and whispered “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N. Now let’s get you dressed and home.” You nodded and smiled

A few minutes later you were dressed and Tristan was in his carseat ready to go home. Jensen was beaming with pride. The nurse came in and helped you in the wheelchair and started to wheel you out. Jensen followed close behind with Tristan. He pulled the car around and placed Tristan in the backseat, locking him into the base. You slid in the backseat with him as Jensen got up front. 

You watched your sweet boy sleep and Jensen’s focus on the road. He was driving carefully. It made you chuckle. “Honey, you can drive the speed limit.” You laughed. “I’m trying to keep y’all safe,” he said. “Okay, baby.” You smiled.

The three of you arrived home safely. Both of your parents were waiting to welcome you home. The house was clean, there was food ready and everyone was so happy you and Tristan were home. Jensen’s mom and your mom came to your door and helped you out. Jensen grabbed Tristan’s carseat and carried him inside. 

You sat on the couch and Jensen took Tristan out of his seat, laying him in the small bassinet beside you. He was sleeping peacefully. Your dad and Jensen’s were sitting at the table while your moms were in the kitchen finishing up setting the food out. Jensen ran upstairs to take a shower and change. You got up and started to walk upstairs. You heard the shower running when you got to the bedroom and bit your lip thinking about him in the shower. 

You missed him and how he made you feel. You knew it was going to be awhile before the two of you could be intimate again, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sneak a peek. You softly knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, Jens, need any help?” You whispered seductively. Jensen pulled back the curtain showing off his wet, toned body. You bit your lip and could feel the ache between your thighs. 

Jensen stepped out of the shower and water trickled down his body. You walked up to him and kissed his lips. He deepened the kiss and you moaned. You felt his length harden against you. “Jens, let me take care of you.” You whispered as you slowly dropped to your knees. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.” Jensen told you. “I know, I want to.” You looked up at him seductively. 

You took his hardening length in your hands, guiding it to your mouth. As your lips wrapped around him he groaned. You used your tongue to lick his length, starting at the base and all the way up to the pink tip. He had some precum on the head and you licked it off. 

Your movements became fluid as you worked his length down your throat. Jensen’s hand went to your hair and helped guide you. Jensen moaned and grunted with each thrust. He was close already. “God baby, you feel so good. I’m not going to last long. I need to cum.” He moaned out. You pulled back and locked eyes with him, “cum for me baby, cum down my throat.” Your mouth took him in deep and a few thrusts more and he was cumming down your throat. His hot seed spilling in your mouth. When you felt his pulsing stop you pulled him out of your mouth. 

Jensen helped you off your knees and pulled you into a hug, kissing you deeply. “Damn baby that was amazing. You didn’t have to do that.” “I know, I wanted to. You deserve so much more than that.” You kissed his lips and told him to get dressed. 

*time jump 7 weeks*

You and Jensen worked really well as a team when it came to taking care of Tristan. Between diapers, baths and feedings you were getting good at being parents. Your follow up and Tristan’s first appointment went great. The doctor cleared you for all activities, as long as you took it easy. 

Jensen and you decided it was time to announce the baby had arrived. You had pictures taken and you both picked your favorite one. The post read:

Y/N and I would like to announce the birth of our son, Tristan Dmitri Ackles. Born on August 23 at 22:35, weighing 7lbs 5oz, and 21” long. He was early, but was born healthy. Y/N and I are so in love with him and can’t wait to watch him grow. Thank you for all the love and support throughout this journey. 

Jensen & Y/N

You couldn’t believe how fast the post went viral. It was shared and commented on so quickly. Everyone was so supportive and said he looked like you. Which made you giggle. Of course Jared and Misha had to comment about the baby being named after them. Their back and forth banter made you and Jensen laugh. 

Jensen was upstairs in the nursery with Tristan while you were getting lunch ready. Jensen called you upstairs, he said he wanted to show you the outfit he just bought for Tristan. You smiled and went upstairs. “Let me see the adorable outfit you bought for him.” You said as you walked into the nursery. When you walked in you saw Tristan in his crib laying in a onesie that looked like a tuxedo. You giggled. “Well aren’t you just the most handsome little man. You look like you’re ready to go to prom.” As you turned around to ask Jensen where he got it from you gasped.

There Jensen was, behind you and on one knee. Your breath hitched. In his hand was an open ring box. “Y/N, from the moment I met you I knew I wanted to marry you. You’ve given me an incredible family and I know I should have asked you this a long time ago, but would you make me the happiest man on Earth and do me the most incredible honor of being my wife? Tears filled your eyes and spilled over onto your cheeks. “Yes! Jensen, yes I will marry you!” He stood, hugged you and kissed you. Then he placed the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen on your finger. “Jensen, it’s perfect, this was perfect.” “You’re perfect”, and he kissed your lips. 

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A Winchester Chronicle (c6)

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Summary: you and Jensen hit the set in a small Colorado town, joining Jared and Jim for some light-hearted fun. The episode heats up as Dean gets infected with a mysterious sickness, and your character, Raven, stands by him through the tough scenes. Off-camera, you and Jensen's connection deepens, mixing work and personal vibes.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) rough sex, anger, arguments, tension, angst and physical violence. Smut, fluff. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

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Chapter 6: Has reference to Episode 6 'Yellow Fever'

You step out of the car, stretching your legs after the long drive to the small Colorado town where the next episode will be filmed. Jensen is by your side, his hand resting lightly on your back. The air is crisp, and the town’s quaint charm is evident in the old-fashioned storefronts and the friendly waves from the locals.The drive had been long and somewhat stressful.

About halfway there, the car the studio rented for you both started making strange noises, and Jensen had pulled over to check it out. He’d muttered under his breath, frustration clear in his voice as he fiddled under the hood. You’d gotten out to help in any way, the tension in the air reminding you too much of past moments with your late husband and mother, where frustration had always been directed at you.

“Damn this car,” Jensen had grumbled, slamming the hood shut. “We just need to get to the next town and find a mechanic.” He kicked some tools and sent them flying, barely missing a passing car. 

His frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but the tone brought back painful memories. You’d flinched at the commotion but stayed silent, feeling a pang of insecurity and the old PTSD stirring. Jensen had noticed your silence and glanced over, his expression softening.

“Hey,” he’d said gently, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “Are you ok?”

You’d nodded, forcing a small smile, but the unease lingered. It took a day and a half for the car to be fixed and the only things to do in the town you’d stopped at for the mechanic, was walk to a gas station, hang out at the hotel, or watch buzzards eat road kill. It felt like the set of Legion, honestly. Jensen was tense as the hours ticked by because you had a deadline to get to set by. His mood only worsened when you tried to tell him it was going to be ok. “They’re working on it, Jensen, Jesus Christ.” You were short with him. It was 119 degrees out. You were tired, and you weren’t sure how much more of his complaining you could take. You quietly walked into the hotel and got to the room. “I’m sorry, I just want to get on the road as much as you do. This isn’t ideal, but it’s also not the end of the wor…” Jensen spun you around as you were about to walk through the door, picked you up, carried you through the doorway and pushed the door shut with his foot. “I’m not mad at you. Do you know that?” He stood you up now, taking both of your hands in his and looking into your blue eyes. “I –I do know that. I think I’m just as grumpy as you about it, but… I know there’s more to this for me.” You felt ashamed. You’d worked through your trauma many times, but no matter how much you did, some things weren’t going to fix themselves as easily as others. “Are you talking about your husband?” He sat down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “And my mom… yeah. I’m sorry.” You started crying, hugging Jensen now. “Don’t do that. Don’t give them one more ounce of apology from you for how they chose to treat you and disguise it as love.” Jensen pulled your chin down to look at him and gently wiped a tear away with his thumb. “I wish I had known you then…” He trailed off, his thoughts drifting to another lifetime. “You wouldn’t have even given me the time of day, then.” You giggled, wiping the rest of your tears away. Your laugh broke his thoughts. “What? You? Of course I would have.” He said, smiling as he pulled both of you to lay on the bed, facing you. “No, Jen, you really wouldn’t have. I was lucky to leave my house maybe once a week to get groceries. And if I did get out more than that, I was tending to my family in every possible way. I was not witty, charismatic, or sexy in any way. I was surviving.” You turned away from Jensen, you didn’t want to see him pity you. He rolled you back over to face him again and propped himself up on his arm, placing the other over you. “Was it always like that? Even before you got married?” He asked seriously now. “Jensen… It doesn't matter now. Does it? I’m just… broken and I’ll be fine tomorrow, I promise.” You shifted beneath him to shimmy out of his gaze and from under his bodyweight. “ It does matter. Y/N, you are not broken, you’re a badass. You’ve endured so much in life and if you’re not ready to talk about it, say that. But please don’t pretend that I shouldn’t know at some point so that I can love you in the best way possible, even on the bad days.” He stopped you from moving lower. “If you go any lower, you’ll have to start unzipping.” He slyly added. You paused, confused on what to do or say. “...I was betrothed to my husband through my mom in an attempt at keeping me under her thumb even longer.” You were quivering now, as memories flooded your brain. “I didn’t even get to meet him until the day we got married, and at our first look, he said "I didn't have a choice in this either, but I'll try to make you happy."

Jensen held you close, his eyes full of concern as you continued, your voice trembling slightly.

“Those words he said, they seemed sweet at first. A promise of understanding and mutual effort. But as time went on, I realized they were also a confession of his own lack of agency. He was kind, yes, but his actions were often passive-aggressive. He never directly confronted my mother, leaving me to bear the brunt of her overbearing nature. When things went wrong, he would sigh heavily, make sad eyes, punch something, throw something, and then subtly imply that it was my fault for not handling things better.”

Jensen's grip on you tightened, his brows furrowing with concern. “And your mother...”

“My mother,” you continued, your voice steadying, “she never hesitated to voice her disapproval. She’d berate me for my choices, for my career, for not being the perfect daughter and wife she demanded. Her constant criticism wore me down, making me doubt my worth at every turn.”

Jensen’s eyes filled with empathy and sadness. “I’m so sorry you went through that. You don’t deserve to carry that weight. And I don’t want to ever make you feel like that.”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Now, in the small hotel room, the weight of those memories pressed on you, and Jensen’s presence was both a comfort and a challenge. He was so different, so direct and caring in ways you weren’t used to.

Jensen gently squeezed your hands, bringing you back to the present. 

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It’s just...sometimes when things go wrong, I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. Like I have to fix it, even if it’s out of my control.”

Jensen nodded, his expression serious. “My frustration, all day -did that make you feel that way?.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Honestly, no. You were completely valid in your response and frustration. The throwing and slamming, happens and wasn’t directed at me. You also never told me it was my fault, and that’s just going to take some getting used to.”

“Well, get used to it,” he said with a grin. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I will try to remember to not slam or throw anything though.”

You let out a shaky laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. You tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed him. You knew at this moment you loved him. This man, with his mountain scents, rugged body, and dreamy voice -has always made you feel safe. You pulled out of the kiss with a slightly bewildered look. “I…” You wanted to tell him. “I…” You couldn’t get the words out. You felt the heat in your cheeks, but couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment at your stuttering or passion from the moment. You cleared your throat, softly. “I feel safe with you, Jen.” You managed.

“Good, princess,” he replied, pulling you to bed. “Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

You nodded, feeling safe and supported. As you both lay down, you nestled into Jensen’s side, your worries completely melting away in the warmth of his presence. Your brain wouldn’t turn off though, and if you couldn’t tell him how you felt yet, then you could at least show him. Jensen was breathing softly, eyes closed, hand entwined in yours. You escaped his grasp and sat up looking at him adoringly. This perfect man was angelic. You slipped out of your clothes and softly climbed back to bed. As you studied him, you slowly made your way up his body, trailing your fingers as you went. He stirred a little, eyes fluttering with sleepiness. “Hey.” He smiled sleepily. You answered him with a kiss, taking his face in both hands, breathing heavily. When you broke the kiss, he wasn’t ready for it to end, trying to bring your lips back to his. “Jensen, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously, looking deep into his eyes. He stopped, looking at you waiting. “What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to prop himself up out of bed, now. “Nothing. But this thing I need to say, I can’t get out of my mouth…” You said shyly, pushing your forehead to his chest and holding him to the bed. “So let me show you.” 

You kissed his broad chest, veins grazed your lips as you trailed them down his abdomen, softly taking your hands down the sides at the same time. You stopped just above his groin and you didn’t have to see to know that Jensen was all ready for you. You looked up at him briefly, tucked your hair behind your ear, barely lifting your head from his body. He was fixated on you. Watching you and shivering at every light touch you made. His eyes dark with longing. You shimmied the blanket and his underwear slowly down over his erection, watching it spring up as the confinement lifted. He was engorged and his tip was glistening with his slick pre-juice. You look at him again with a questioning gaze. He nodded his silent approval, shifting for a better view. You started by licking up the juice flowing down the side of his cock. You loved the salty taste of him as you made the way up to his tip with your tongue. Swirling your tongue lightly around his nerves. He moaned. You loved that sound. You grasped the base of his dick with one hand and tightened your lips around the tip, sucking lightly and moved him into your mouth inch by inch. You whimpered at his girth. As you picked up momentum, he bent at the side and pulled at your leg, bringing your ass closer to him. He groaned at the sight of you. You could feel yourself dripping already and just knowing he saw it made you suck faster and harder. “Oh my gooood.” He said, gripping your hip with one hand, sliding the other up your thigh and to your pussy. You wiggled at his touch as he got closer to your slick cave. He slid a finger into you, hooking at your abdomen, matching your rhythm. You took him deeper into your mouth, approaching your throat. He put another finger in you, making you lose focus and gag on his length. He grabbed your hair into a ball in his other hand, lowering you further and further until you couldn’t breathe. You gagged again and he let you up. Gasping for air, you used your spit to keep him lubed while you stroked him with your hands. Jensen pulled his fingers from you and turned your head to look at him as he sucked your sweet juice off of his fingers, moaning. He pulled you firmly by your hair to lay next to him on your side, his cock now threatening to enter you from behind. He moved your hair out of the way and brought his mouth to your ear, breathing heavily and then kissing you down to your shoulder. You moaned at the sensation, flinching under the stubble of his chin. He propped your leg up with his hand, and entered you completely. “Jen!” You moaned, grabbing for his body behind you, scratching at him. “Fuck baby…” He grunted as he picked up the pace, watching your ass bounce, and holding your leg higher for more access. 

You felt the familiar surge of ecstasy building as your body tightened at the pleasure. Every push made your moaning louder. “That’s it, scream for me, princess.” He encouraged through clenched teeth. “No.” You whispered, trying to keep it down for the other rooms. But he pushed into you harder and harder, making you go against your answer. Your body couldn’t hold out any longer and clamped down on his cock as he released into you at the same time. “JENSEN! OH GOD!” You screamed and whimpered as he kept pushing and pushing to make sure you both rode it until you couldn’t any longer. You had to push him back and pull out of you as your body quaked from the pleasure. He leaned over you, giggling, as you turned to face him, cupping his face in your hand. “What?” You asked, looking at him sleepily. He leaned his forehead to yours, his voice got serious and low. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “I know you’re not ready to say it yet, and that’s okay. But I need you to know it. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

You felt a surge of emotion, your eyes filling with tears as you looked into his sincere gaze. You didn’t need to say anything; the depth of his words and the intensity of the moment conveyed everything you felt. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, sealing the silent promise of love and understanding between you.

The next morning, the mechanic called with good news: the car was fixed. You and Jensen packed up and hit the road, making it to the set in Colorado without any further issues.

The small town greeted you with open arms, and the familiarity of the cast and crew brought a sense of normalcy.

“Hey, there they are!” Jared’s voice boomed across the parking lot as he and Jim walked over, grinning widely.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Jim teased, pulling you into a warm hug.

“Blame the car,” Jensen said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “It decided to have a breakdown halfway here.”

“Better the car than you,” Jared jokes, clapping Jensen on the back.

The atmosphere was light-hearted as you caught up with Jared and Jim, swapping stories and laughing at inside jokes. Jensen’s arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close as you all headed towards the set. You shared playful moments, teasing each other about the intense scenes your characters would face. 

As you walked, Jensen’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a silent apology for his frustration yesterday. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, and saw a flicker of worry there. He was still thinking about how he acted, about how it affected you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday,” he murmured when Jared and Jim were a few steps ahead. “I didn’t mean to snap or keep complaining. I just... I get worried when things go wrong. It’s nothing you did, I promise.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his concern. “I know. It’s okay, really. I just... sometimes it brings back memories. But I know you’re not like that.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I never want to make you feel that way. You’re too important to me. If I ever do something that upsets you, please tell me.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection. “I don’t think I’ll have to. Your concern about if you treated me wrong says it all. I trust you.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You shrugged, the last of your unease melting away. “Chemistry, who knew!” You chuckled together as you caught up to Jared and Jim, ready to dive into the next adventure.

The director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a mysterious sickness killing the residents. Victims seem to die of fright, and Dean gets infected. Sam and Bobby have to move fast to save him.”

You and Jensen exchange knowing glances, a silent conversation passing between you. The bond you share is evident to everyone around, drawing smiles and nods of approval. The crew begins to prepare the set, and there’s a buzz of excitement in the air. Props are moved into place, cameras are adjusted, and the town transforms into the eerie setting for the episode.

As you watch the preparations, you feel a surge of anticipation. Jared saunters over, a playful grin on his face. “Hey, we get to film a scene with the Impala in front of a donut shop!”

Jensen laughs, shaking his head. “Oh man, how could I forget? The ‘Eye of the Tiger’ moment. Classic.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “What’s this about?”

Jensen chuckles, glancing at Jared. “I’m supposed to be waiting for Sam in the Impala. Just wait for the song to start playing.” He winked at you.

Jared chimes in, eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s going to get a kick out of this.”

You laugh, imagining the scene. “I’m slightly terrified.”

Jensen grins, a twinkle in his eye. Jared nudges him, smirking. “Just don’t break character, Dean. We need you to be scared out of your mind, not rocking out.”

Jensen rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah.”

The director calls everyone to their positions, and the lighthearted banter fades as you all slip into character. The scene is set with the Impala parked in front of an old-fashioned donut shop. Jensen sits in the driver’s seat, waiting for the cue. The camera rolls, and the scene begins with Jared as Sam walking towards the car.

But then, something unexpected happens. The crew hasn’t cut the music, and “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing over the speakers. Instead of staying in character, Jensen’s face lights up with a mischievous grin. He starts drumming on the steering wheel, nodding his head to the beat.

You watch in amusement as he steps out of the car, fully committing to the moment. He struts around the Impala, playing an imaginary guitar, completely lost in the music. Jared stops in his tracks, bursting into laughter, and the crew follows suit, unable to keep a straight face.

Jensen climbs onto the hood of the Impala, rocking out with an energy that’s contagious. The entire set erupts in applause and cheers, everyone caught up in the spontaneous performance. You can’t help but join in, clapping and laughing at the sheer joy of the moment.

Finally, the music fades, and Jensen hops down from the car, bowing dramatically. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week,” he jokes, earning more laughter and applause.

As the crew resets for the next take, you catch Jensen’s eye and give him a thumbs-up. He winks back, his grin wide and genuine. 

As the director's voice echoes through the set, "Action!" rings out, and you seamlessly slip into the role of Raven, the perceptive ally to the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean navigate the eerie town, investigating the perplexing deaths attributed to an unknown sickness. You immerse yourself in the role, offering Raven's keen insights that unravel the mystery piece by piece. The camera captures every moment, framing your character's contributions to the unfolding drama.

Between takes, the atmosphere remains lively and warm. Jensen's eyes twinkle mischievously as he ribs you about Raven's intensity, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "Raven's really got that 'nothing escapes me' vibe today," he quips, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You shoot back with a mock-serious expression, channeling Raven's sharp wit, "Well, someone's got to keep Dean from charging in like a bull in a china shop." Laughter ripples through the crew.

As the day wears on, the tension on set simmers beneath the surface, each scene bringing you closer to the heart of the episode's gripping storyline. The makeup team works meticulously, transforming Jensen into a pale shadow of his character, Dean, whose body succumbs to the mysterious sickness ravaging the town. You watch with a pang of empathy as Jensen embodies Dean's struggle, his acting prowess making the illness seem palpable.

"Stay with me, Dean," you murmur, your voice thick with emotion as you deliver Raven's heartfelt plea. The camera zooms in, capturing the raw intensity in your eyes, the depth of your connection with Jensen amplifying the scene's emotional impact. It's moments like these that remind you why you love acting—immersing yourself in a character's world, bringing their story to life with every fiber of your being.

Off-camera, during breaks between scenes, you and Jensen steal quiet moments to connect. Leaning against the Impala, stars strewn across the night sky, you discuss your characters' motivations and the nuances of the script, but the conversation often veers into more personal territory. Jensen shares anecdotes from his life on the road, his passion for classic cars evident as he shares about the Impala's history.

"You know, this car's been through more than a few hunts," Jensen remarks with a wry smile, patting the Impala's sleek exterior fondly. "Just like us, huh? Survived a lot of crazy adventures in a short amount of time."

You chuckle softly, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and genuine affection. "Yeah, and somehow we’ve always come out on top. Just like Dean and Raven."

He nods thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that sends a flutter through your chest. "You know, I never expected this job to lead to such incredible friendships," Jensen admits, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Especially one as special as ours."

You meet his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Just friends?," you say softly in a moment of reflection. “I would be honored if you would consider yourself my girl friend, Y/N Y/M/N.” He said pulling your chin up to meet your gaze. “The honor is all mine, Jensen Ross.” You whispered as you leaned in for a kiss, climbing onto the hood of the Impala, pulling him with you. “Take me.” You said through kisses, pulling off his flannel. He stopped and looked around. “No one is allowed to see you other than me.” He said, his voice serious. “Jen… make it quick.” Pleading as you slid closer to him, running your hands up under his shirt, his warmth radiating with his quickening pulse. Before Jensen could consider it, Jared walked by clearing his throat. “Did they not book you a room together?” He joked, thumping the hood of the impala as he walked past. “SEE.” Jensen said, motioning towards Jared. “I can’t do this here.” He laughed. “You’ll just have to be patient.” He winked, pulling his flannel back on and helping you off the hood. You sighed as you walked to the next set.

Sam and Bobby are relentless in their search for a cure, their brows furrowed with determination as they pour over ancient texts and consult grimoires. 

“Dean’s running out of time,” Sam mutters, his eyes scanning the page of an old, leather-bound book. “We need to find the source of this sickness before it’s too late.”

Bobby huffs, adjusting his cap. “We’re close, kid. Just gotta keep at it.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to think of how to help Dean. 

As the cameras roll, the weight of the storyline presses down on you, each scene heavy with the impending threat to Dean’s life. You find yourself lost in the moment, fully immersed in Raven’s determination and fear. But between takes, the mood lightens considerably. The cast jokes and laughs, finding moments of levity amidst the seriousness of the plot.

“Hey, remember that time Dean thought he could out-drink a demon?” Jared teases, nudging Jensen with a grin.

Jensen chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, not one of Dean’s finer moments.”

As the day progresses, you move to the more harrowing scenes. Dean, now severely afflicted by the sickness, starts hallucinating. His eyes widen in terror as he sees Lilith, appearing as a little girl, taunting him.

“Dean,” you call softly, stepping into the scene, your voice trembling with concern. “It’s not real. I’m right here.”

Dean’s eyes darted around wildly, his breathing ragged. “She’s here. She’s going to kill us all.”

You reach out, gently touching his arm. ��Who’s here? Look at me, Dean. Focus on my voice. Whoever she is, she’s not real.”

He starts to hyperventilate, the fear gripping him tightly. You pull him into your arms, holding him close as he shakes. “I’ve got you. Guys, anything?” You asked urgently.

Jensen’s performance is heart-wrenching, his portrayal of Dean’s vulnerability and fear striking a deep chord. Sam and Bobby continue their desperate search for a cure, their frustration mounting as time runs out. “We’re missing something,” Sam mutters, rubbing his temples. “There has to be a link we haven’t seen yet.”

Bobby slams a book shut. “Think, boy. What ties all the victims together?”

You join them, flipping through another ancient tome. “What if it’s not about who they are, but what they fear? This sickness seems to prey on their deepest fears.”

Sam’s eyes light up with realization. “Fear. That’s it. We need to find a way to break its hold.”

The urgency heightens as you work together, Raven and Sam’s insights guiding them closer to the truth. “Are you sure about this, Sam?” Bobby says, his voice tinged with hope. “Do either of you have a better idea, because I’m all ears.” Sam says loading a shotgun. “Well, let’s kill this bastard.” You said, revving the engine to a car.

As the cameras roll once more, you stand beside Dean, your heart aching as you see the toll the sickness has taken on him. “Stay with me, Dean,” you plead, your voice filled with emotion. “We need you.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours, a flicker of hope shining through the fear. “Raven…”

You squeeze his hand, willing him to hold on. “Right here, baby.” That wasn’t your line… but the moment was so intense you just said what you felt about Jensen right there. 

Off-camera, you and Jensen find solace in each other’s presence. The intense scenes bring you closer, the shared experience deepening your bond. You discuss your characters, but the conversation often drifts to more personal topics, the lines between acting and reality blurring.

“Jensen, I…” you start, unsure how to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside you.

He takes your hand, his touch grounding you. “I know. Me too.”

The day finally comes to a close, and you film the climactic scene where Sam and Bobby kill the ghost who infected Dean. Dean is saved, and there’s a collective sigh of relief on set.

“We did it,” you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jensen pulls you into a tight embrace. “Yeah, we did.”

As the crew wraps up for the day, you feel a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. The journey has been challenging, but it’s also brought you closer to the people who matter most. You share a final, lingering look with Jensen, knowing that this bond, both on and off-screen, is something truly special.

That evening, as the cast gathers to celebrate the successful shoot, you reflect on the day’s events.“To us,” Jensen says, raising his glass in a toast. “To this incredible journey and the people we’ve met along the way.”

“To us,” you echo, your heart full.

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Midnight Snuggles

Summary - You have a rough week and let down your hopeful boyfriend after he flew across the country to see you, but he surprises you with exactly what you need.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x reader

Warnings - implied smut, fluff (is that a warning?)

Word Count: 704

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You had been missing your boyfriend terribly for the past few weeks while he has been stuck in Vancouver filming as your favourite Winchester, so generally, him slipping into your shared bed at midnight would be a dream come true. Except you had only just managed to fall asleep after a stressful week at work.

“Hey baby missed you so much,” he murmured into your neck as he slipped into bed behind you. You could feel his bare legs and back against your own as he snuggled up closer. You just sighed in response, slightly annoyed at being woken up so soon after dozing off. Obviously taking your sigh as one of pleasure rather than annoyance, your oblivious boyfriend continued leaving soft kisses over your neck and ear in search of your pressure point.

“Jens…I missed you too. But please not tonight,” you groaned as you reached around to push him off you. Clearly hurt and concerned by your reaction he spun you around to face him.

“What happened? Are you sick, hurt … did I do something wrong?” he asked concern filling his voice as his emerald eyes searched yours for any signs of pain. 

“I’m just tired … big week … work kicked my ass,” you mumbled pecking the corner of your boyfriend's frowning lips. 

“Sorry to hear that, beautiful. Com’ere,” he said as he laid back and opened his arms for you to snuggle into him. You didn’t have to be told twice. You snuggled into his warm embrace and rested your head on his bare pec, sighing contently. He ran his hand up your back comfortingly and kissed the top of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted more than this. I mean you caught the red-eye for a reason…” you mumbled into his chest. You could feel him tense up under you.

“Hey, hey, hey…I didn’t come home just for sex, sweetheart. I came home to spend time with you." 

“But…”

He softly tilted your chin to force your eyes to meet his. “Sweetheart, listen to me. I love you, and I love spending time with you in any way possible. Is sex with you beyond mind-blowing? Of course, but I can wait. I never want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to with me. As long as I can have you in my arms, I’ll be a very happy man. And besides, we’ll both have more energy in the morning anyway.” He smirked, “right now though, just let me hold you and let’s get some sleep. We’ve both had a big week.”

“I love you so much, Jensen. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I love you too, so much. Now get some sleep.” He kissed your head softly as you snuggled back into the warm body you’d missed so much. You kissed his chest as you closed your eyes. 

Jensen stayed awake a little longer, rubbing your back and admiring your sleepy figure until sleep finally took over.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Your eyes fluttered open as the golden rays streamed over you through the window, as you stretched your muscles you expected to feel your boyfriend’s body beneath you. Instead, all you found were cold sheets. You frowned to yourself figuring your sleep-deprived brain must’ve dreamt up the wonderful night until you heard a noisy clatter from downstairs. You sat up quickly at the reassurance that it was all real, a smile taking over your features.

Just as you were about to get out of bed the door swung open revealing your green-eyed lover carrying a tray complete with two coffee cups, a stack of pancakes, whipped cream and maple syrup. 

“Good morning beautiful,” he said as he approached your bed, setting the tray down in front of you before climbing in beside you. 

“I should be the one serving you breakfast in bed after last night,” you said. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you into him as he kissed your forehead. 

“How about you just let me have you for dessert?” he smirked. “I think that can be arranged, handsome,” you said reaching for your mug to get breakfast over and done with, more excited for the second course.