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[the-fever-of-mankind]

I do the same thing. Though I wrote a series (30 chapters) and had to queue it or it would have been a mess

Chris Evans fic incoming. Got nothing but love for the guy but I have never written him

Soooo do fanfic authors have a schedule for when they upload fics? 

Because as soon as I’m finish writing a piece, I post it. Hence why sometimes I overload your dashboards with my fics.

Just wondering. :)

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No More Light

Summary: John Winchester is on a stakeout. But finds his attention is on a woman who moves into an apartment below the one he’s meant to be watching. He saves her from her would be kidnappers and embarks on a journey he never intended to keep her alive from insidious people from her past.

Chapters: 7/7

Characters: John Winchester, OFC (Red). 

Warnings: Swearing, violence, bodily harm, mentions of assault, death, smut.

Status: Finished

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

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No More Light (Chapter 6)

Summary: John is on a stakeout. But finds his attention is on a woman who moves into an apartment below the one he’s meant to be watching.

John Winchester & original fictional character. Eventual smut, plenty of angst.

Warnings: Cursing, talk of violence, nekkidness, mentions of abuse.

Word Count: 1,791

Chapter summary: John finds out Red’s real identity.

SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

After my accident, I scrubbed up and got back into bed, fighting sleep as much as I could but suddenly I found myself staring at the ceiling and I knew it was morning. Red was gone. 

There was noise coming from downstairs, the smell of burning toast found me as I trudged into the kitchen, grumpy and still tired as hell.

‘You look awful, Winchester. Get any sleep?’ Faye shot me a look and turned away with a grin on her face. I knew what she was getting at but I ignored her. 

Red looked like a deer in headlights, those big fuckin’ eyes looking at me like she was waiting for me to start yelling and pointing my finger at her.

I just shrugged. ‘I’ve had better nights.’ From the corner of my eye, I saw Red straighten, dropping the remains of her toast onto the plate.

‘I’m gonna get to work, take as long as you need but get the fuck out of my house, Winchester.’ Faye left me with a kiss on the cheek and a wave to Red. 

The silence that laid over us was smothering. Sipping on coffee in the hopes it would rev my engine, she was squirming, I could sense it.

‘So…’ She started.

I leaned back against he fridge and waited for her to open up. 

Rolling my eyes when she started talking about how sweet Faye was.

‘Who the hell are you?!’ The mug I’d held clattered onto the table as I put it down, I honestly didn’t mean to make that much noise. 

Red visibly recoiled. I would have felt bad but the anger in my stomach was coming to a rollin’ boil.

‘John…’ she began pleading. 

‘Tell me who the hell you are.’

Blushing, Red scrubbed her hands on her jeans and pushed out her chair. ‘Don’t shout at me.’ She mumbled, trying to push past me. 

‘Red, please.’ I lowered my voice, I really didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable but my head was fucked up with this woman.

‘I’ve helped you a few times now, I feel I’ve earned a bit of trust. At least tell me your name. Then we can work on who you are and what the hell you’ve been doing to me.’

This close up I could see the perfect curve of her cheek to her chin, streaked with a stray tear. 

Taking a deep breath, she looked me dead in the eye. ‘My name is Desdemona,’ she spat, as if the words would strike me down.

I probably looked like an idiot. Desdemona? What kind of name was that?

‘I never would have guessed it.’ I bit the inside of my lip, no way in hell would I have guessed. She didn’t look like a Desdemona. Maybe a Hazel or a Heather. 

Red shook her head, holding her arms around herself. ‘I prefer Red.’

The hint of a smile disappeared as soon as it had come.

‘Desdemona,’ I tried to be softer, was she doing this on purpose? Was the innocence all an act?

‘Start talkin’ or I’ll salt every corner of the room and leave you here.’

‘That won’t stop me,’ she blurted.

I raised my eyebrows ‘oh, it won’t?’ 

Swallowing hard and thinking for a second, she threw her hands into the air. ‘Fine. My name is Desdemona and I’m running away from my brother because he plans on using me as a sacrifice in one of his fucked up fantasies.’

‘I already knew that, why does he want to sacrifice you, what is he getting out of it? And why am I waking up with bruises and…’ I stopped myself just in time, maybe the sex dreams were just that, I didn’t wanna put my foot in it. She could think I’m some old creep wanting a bit of ass.

‘It’s a long story.’ 

‘I got time.’ I was gettin’ testy again.

Red, no, Desdemona huffed. This all felt too much like a dad/daughter relationship. Part of me was turned on by it. Keep your damn thoughts to yourself, my brain scolded.

‘I’m afraid you won’t believe me if I told you.’ 

‘You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve seen and heard over the years.’ My eyes followed her while she paced across the vinyl floor, biting her nails.

‘When I was 16 I found out that I have this thing wrong with me and that I inherited it from my grandma.’

‘The one that named you?’ I interrupted.

Red nodded furiously, continuing ‘And my brother, well he’s a total asshole, always has been. He’s a big deal in underground crime and he has been…hoping to siphon this thing that’s wrong with me.’

I held up a hand, she stopped pacing, dropping her hands by her sides. 

‘I’ll just stop you there, Red. You’re a succubus.’

Red grimanced ‘kinda’.

‘No kinda about it sweetheart, you’ve fucked the living hell out of me twice now.’

The colour drained from her face. ‘I didn’t mean to’, her voice was barely above a whisper.

‘Can you control it?’ 

She shook her head, ‘it only happens when I’m asleep and usually when someone is attracted to me, you know?’

I shrugged, yeah I’ve had sex with people that found me attractive but that’s where the similarity ends.

‘And your brother isn’t like you?’

‘No, but he knows about what I am because he uses me.’ 

Red broke right then, her body crumpled to the floor, loud sobs wracking her small frame.

I got to my knees and wrapped my arms around her. ‘Your brother is scum, if I meet him, I’ll put a bullet in him.’

‘Why do men always think violence is the answer?’

‘Got any other ideas, darlin’?’

I could feel her tremble, no suggestions were forthcoming.

‘Tell me then, Red. He uses you when you can’t control it, does he abuse you physically, when you’re awake?’

Red sniffled. ‘No, not yet. That’s what the whole ‘sacrifice’ thing is. He wants to use my physical body to remove the demon part and take it for himself. I can’t let him do that, do you know how many people he could hurt?’ 

Red looked at me, wide eyed and tear streaked.

‘Too many people I’m guessin’.’ 

‘I ran away. It was an impossibility that he would find me. But he did. Somehow.’ 

‘You can’t run forever, he’ll find you again unless he’s stopped.’ 

Red pouted. ‘Can you help me?’

‘What you thinkin’ sweetheart?’ I sat back on my heels and heard her out. 

***

To say the next twelve hours didn’t go as planned is an understatement. 

We ended up in a nice enough motel, the owner gave us the honeymoon suite. The cocksucker probably has a two way mirror or some shit going on, he looked the type.

We’d been driving for hours, the pin in the map was exactly where we shouldn’t be goin’, back to Red’s hometown. Right into the jaws of the beast. 

Red had slipped into a second hand shop at the first half decent town we’d come to. She even decided on a hat for me, I’m not a hat guy, but it made her happy, so I wore it the rest of the way. 

With her new haul of clothes, Red decided to take a bath while I got dinner, somethin’ healthy enough, she said she liked vegetables. 

‘I’m back.’ I called out, shutting the door behind me, locking it out of habit.

Sloshing sounds from the bath was all I heard.

A few minutes later, I tapped on the door. ‘Red, you ok in there?’

No answer.

‘Red? Dinner is getting cold.’

The door released from its catch with a squeak, opening the door an inch. Peach smelling mist seeped out from the crack.

‘Red?’ I pushed it open a little more, I could barely see anything the room had steamed up so much.

Her hand placed on either side of the tub, she grabbed hold of it and stood up slowly. When the air cleared I could see her, naked and pink from the hot water.

‘Uhhh’ was the noise I made, trying to avert my gaze.

‘Why so bashful now, John?’

‘I…I didn’t mean to just walk in on you.’ Oh fuck, what was I doing? 

‘You did though.’

Squeezing my eyes closed, I hoped when I opened them that she would wrap a towel around herself.

No such luck, her lips turned up into a grin. Her eyes narrowing, she raised a hand, beckoning me. 

‘Help me out, John. I don’t want to slip.’

Working on auto-pilot I grabbed the towel resting on the sink and moved to her, taking her hand. She caught me looking at her, fuck.

‘John?’ 

Her voice, it wasn’t like it was at night, when she was her demon self, it was her, but it was different somehow.

‘I want you.’

Shaking my head, I tried to step back. ‘No, I can’t.’

‘Oh,’ there was sadness in her tone, disappointment.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to, Red. I just can’t take advantage of you.’

She raised an eyebrow ‘John, please. Tomorrow I may be dead. YOU may be dead. Just give me this.’

Her fingers reached out, touched my neck, running her hand down my chest, stopping right over my heart. 

Those perfect pink lips were so close to me. We connected, my mouth resisting for a breath. But I drank her in as if she were my last sip of water in the desert. 

She tasted like strawberries. 

The distance between the bathroom to the bed wasn’t far but we stumbled together.

My shirt was gone and her fingers were exploring my scars. Her eyes were wide, goddamn she was gonna kill me with those eyes.

‘Can we leave the light on? I want to see your face.’

‘Of course, darlin’, we can do this any way you want.’

Red nodded, her fingers dancing against my zipper. 

‘You’ll have to help me.’ 

‘You know where it is, sweetheart, you’ve had it before.’

Blushing, she shook her head. ‘Not in the physical world. If I do this, I own the bad thing and it can’t be taken away from me.’

Oh fuck. I wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do but she was pulling me under, her breasts were pressed against my chest, she was kissing me and I was hard as steel for her.

‘You sure?’ I muttered into her neck, sucking softly on the sweet smelling skin.

She agreed with a swoon, I swept her up into my arms and lay her on the bed. 

‘I’ll take you, demon and all.’

Red licked her lips as I undid my belt. 

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 22) - The Nights Ablaze and So Am I

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC /Oscar Isaac fiction.

Jared takes Stef to a masquerade party.

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing, infidelity. smut, blowjobs, voyuerism.

Chapter WC: 3,656

‘Its a party, you’ve been to one before.’ Jared’s voice came from the bathroom, where he had been making far too much noise the past few minutes.

‘Hmm,’ Stef replied, running her hands along her hips, the gown she chose for tonight hugged her in all the right places. Considering herself for a minute, she decided to stop being so hard on herself, she looked hot. Nodding in agreement with herself, she sat on the edge of the bed to pull on her heels, these were new. She would be towering over Oscar if she wore them on a date with him, but tonight she would be with Jared. A girl didn’t have to worry about what heels she wore with him. Tying the ribbon across her calf, she stole another look at herself. These shoes were so pretty, they were black satin with a killer stiletto heel. 

‘You ok out there?’ Jared called, still banging things against the sink.

‘Yep,’ Stef stood and walked around the bed, testing the shoes. She wouldn’t last all night in them. There was no way. Women who could walk in heels were warriors in Stef’s eyes, they had always been a little too painful for her. 

‘Beauty shouldn’t be painful.’ She said, loud enough for Jared to hear. 

‘You’re so beautiful you hurt my feelings,’ Jared responded.

Stef snorted with laughter, ‘oh shut the fuck up.’

She could hear him chuckling in the bathroom, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. 

‘You ready?’ Jared stepped out of the bathroom and paused, his jaw dropping ever so slightly when he saw her. Recovering with a loud swallow he ran a hand along his mouth, ‘well you look...’ he couldn’t think of the right word. 

‘I look...’ Stef fished for the words.

‘Delectable, stunning, beautiful...like I wanna rip the dress off and take you right here.’ Jared offered, walking toward her, slowly dropping his hand against her ass, pulling the satin material aside, revealing the slit that ran up her thigh.

‘My god.’ He said, his half lidded eyes drinking her in.

‘We don’t have to go to the party,’ he whispered.

Stef smiled, putting her hand over his and pushing it away. ‘You can look but don’t touch. At least til later.’

Jared whimpered as she turned away, watching her hips sway, one hand on the door handle. ‘Come on, you don’t want to be late!’ 

Jared pouted, ‘how can I go outside, other people will look at you and try steal you from me.’

Stef tutted, ‘get your ass into the car Jared, or I’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there for the night.’

‘Oh you would, huh?’ 

‘And I’d send you pictures of me hanging out with your friends.’

‘Hmmm,’ Jared’s pupils were blown wide with lust, there was no mistaking the erection forming in his pants. 

‘Sitting in Jensen’s lap maybe...’

Jared cocked an eyebrow, ‘nuh-uh,’ he grabbed for her, pulling her to his chest. ‘You’re tall in those shoes.’ 

Stef playfully pushed against him, unable to contain her giggles. Wrapping his long fingers around her wrists, he moved them behind her, her body was flush against his now, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He growled, soft and low.

‘We have time, we could have a quickie.’ 

Stef stayed quiet, her consent given while she leaned her head back, offering him the length of her neck. Leaving her tied up in one hand, he moved the other to run a thumb along her throat to her breast bone, her cleavage round and soft and inviting. He wanted to tear at the fabric, rip it away so she would be bear for him. Grinding his teeth, he was breathing hard. ‘No,’ he whispered. Their lips so close, the static crackling between them, dip in and kill the lights or pull back?

Jared chose the latter, he released her hand and moved for the door, ignoring her plea. ‘Like you said, we don’t wanna be late.’

He was still hard as he sat into the passenger side of her car, he had to push the seat back to make room for his legs. Looking across at Stef as he drove out into the street, he knew she was just as horny as he was. 

‘You ok to drive in those shoes?’ 

Stef put her foot down, the car responded easily and roared onto the highway. 

‘We will be there in a little while so behave, or don’t. Just don’t tease me.’

‘Oh and you wouldn’t tease me by sending me pictures of you with my friends, huh?’ 

She looked across at him and the shit eating grin he wore, she couldn’t stay mad at him. Rolling her eyes she concentrated on the road while he fiddled with the bluetooth setting on her radio. Allowing himself a dramatic gasp when one of her own songs started up. Twin Flames had been the easiest song she had ever worked on, it was quite far down on the list of music that hadn’t disturbed her sleep. It was just he icing on the cake now that she had met Jared on the video shoot. And now he was sitting next to her, his hands on his knees, he was looking at the lights they passed, humming the lyrics. 

‘Ever think of writing any music?’

‘I can’t sing.’

‘Yes you can. You should do some back up vocals for me when I’m back in the studio.’

‘You’re recording something soon?’ Jared looked a little excited. ‘Come on!’ He threw his hands in to the air, ‘I’m a fan, sue me.’

Stef broke into a laugh, ‘yep, I met with the band and they have some music for me to write lyrics to. I’ve gotten a few done already.’

‘Can I hear ‘em?’ 

Stef winced, ‘not yet, we’re not even at demo stages yet, honey.’ 

Jared grumbled, ‘when then?’

‘Ok, I’ll get something down this weekend and I’ll let you listen to it. See what you think.’

Jared seemed happy with that, he was nodding and grinning. Holding his thumbs against his chest, telling himself he was ‘the man.’

‘If I roll my eyes at you any more on this journey, I may crash the car.’

Jared clapped his hands, delighted at having wound her up so much.

***

‘Ready?’ Jared said, looking at her through the eyeholes of the mask on his face. Stef nodded, wondering why she was nervous. Everyone inside had been at the wrap party. From the sounds of it, it was a little more wild than she expected.

A Supernatural masquerade party at Halloween was bound to be a little crazy. ‘You nervous?’ Jared had his hand in hers, squeezing it a little for reassurance. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Her mouth was dry, she wasn’t good, not really. Her feet wouldn’t move. 

Jared leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips, catching a little of the red lipstick she had only just applied. Stef rubbed her thumb against it.

‘We can just go back to yours,’ he suggested, seeing she was uncomfortable.

‘Thanks honey, but no. I want to go to the party, my old shy self comes out when I see it’s in full swing. Especially when I don’t have alcohol in me.’ 

It had been her choice not to drink tonight, she’d wanted to have a clear head for tomorrow. It was her birthday after all, she didn’t want to spend it throwing up.

The door of the house opened, the noise getting louder. Jared waved at whoever it was, recognising them even with the ludicrous mask they wore.

Stef walked with Jared to the entrance, hiking her dress up a little so she didn’t walk on it as she climbed the steps. Jared slowed his pace while she adjusted herself. 

Inside, there were bodies everywhere. Rock music pumped through the speakers. It looked more like a frat party than a sophisticated get together. Stef smiled, enjoying the fact that they were anonymous, well, she was. Jared was getting clapped on the back from every direction. Not one person noticing or maybe even caring that he was hand in hand with a woman that wasn’t his wife. 

The wide hallway in the mansion had the biggest staircase Stef had ever seen. She thought about how many rooms there were, the doors on the upper floor suggested 10 that she could count. Someone was waving furiously from the balcony right above them. Stef couldn’t be sure who it was until they smiled. Jensen. Definitely Jensen. She waved back and he motioned for them to join him.

Stef pulled on Jared’s hand, he was speaking to someone, actually, shouting over the music. They were close to the speakers here. Stef wouldn’t be able to stand it for long. 

Jared nodded and hit the man on the shoulder playfully, whoever he was. ‘Coming,’ he mouthed, following Stef up the stairs. 

‘I was wondering when you two would get here!’ Jensen was in a three piece suit and a feathered mask, the two didn’t match but neither did the feather boa that was wrapped around his shoulders. 

‘You’re not meant to know who we are!’ Jared grinned, chewing his gum loudly.

‘Yeah coz you’re not noticeable, you 7 foot freak.’

Between nudges and inside jokes, the guys did their best to include Stef in the conversation, Jared had his hand on her lower back, stroking his knuckles against her spine each time he leaned into listen to whatever Jensen was saying. 

Throwing a thumb over his shoulder, Jensen shook his head. It was a silent conversation between the two men. Both took off down the hall. Jared held tight to Stef’s hand until they got to a stairwell that lead downward. They were going into the basement. 

When Jensen opened the door to reveal the room within, Stef had to take a breath. It wasn’t techically a basement, it was an all out man cave. Huge sofas, every manner of game console known to man and a bar tucked into the corner.

‘Who the hell owns this place?’ She blurted out. Jared had taken the mask off his face and was rubbing his eyes. ‘Makin’ me itchy,’ he grumbled. 

‘We rented it for the party, dunno know how owns it.’ Jensen offered a glass of scotch to them. Jared gulped it back in one go as Stef refused hers. 

‘Nice to be away from the madness upstairs.’ Jensen poured Jared another two fingers. 

‘Even down here you can hear them, are they always this...insane?’ Stef undid the ribbon at the back of her mask. Jensen may have forgotten he had his on, he kept talking while he drank. There was a long row of records on the far wall that Stef decided to inspect. 

Jared would steal glances at her over Jensen’s shoulder. God, she looked so damn beautiful, he thought. The familiar warmth in his belly crept up toward his chest. Usually it went the other way, his loins were forever on fire for that woman. But this was a new sensation, he was crazy about her, sure. He couldn’t deny it. Everybody knew it. 

‘Yo man, you listening?’

‘Hmm?’ Jared raised his eyebrows at the question but had to force his eyes away from Stef and her hands running across the spines of the records she was engrossed in, reading each and every one of them. 

‘I forgot you can’t concentrate on anything else when that girl is around.’ 

Jensen was topping up Jared’s drink that he had in his had, but hadn’t drank. ‘Take it easy, buddy.’ Jared put a hand over the rim. 

‘Problem?’ Jensen asked.

‘Nah, it’s Stef’s birthday, I don’t wanna be a drunken idiot.’ 

Jensen smiled, ‘you’ll just be an idiot, as usual.’ He turned to Stef, ‘happy birthday, girl!’ He raised a glass.

Stef turned to see both men looking down at her, she had bent over to see the second row of dusty records, blushing, she stood up. ‘Thanks.’ 

She rubbed her arms, it was chilly down here. 

‘Thanks for coming to the party, if I had known I would have done something special.’ Jensen turned to his friend, gritting his teeth ‘why didn’t you tell me before, man.’

‘It’s cool, I have something special for her.’

‘I don’t wanna know if it’s anything to do with what you got in your pants.’ 

Jared snorted a laugh, ‘well, some of that and something else.’

Jensen clinked glasses with Jared, ‘to the birthday girl!’ He declared. 

‘To the birthday girl,’ Jared joined in the toast, drinking down the scotch, letting it burn his throat, he preferred beer but he’d take what was offered.

It was half hour til midnight and the party had moved outside the mansion to watch fireworks. ‘So, birthday girl, have you had a nice day?’ 

Jared and Stef were definitely the only two sober people on the premises. Sitting together on a loveseat on the balcony overlooking the gardens. His jacket was resting across her shoulders, his fingers winding through a piece of hair that had come undone from her carefully constructed hairstyle.

‘Yes, I have. Thank you for spending it with me.’ 

‘I got you a little something.’ Jared reached into his pocket. 

‘Oh no.’ Stef began blushing furiously. ‘You promised you wouldn’t get anything.’

Jared scoffed, ‘C’mon, I had to get you a gift.’

He produced a silver bracelet. So simple and elegant. It was actually exactly Stef’s style. 

‘I had to check my pocket so many times tonight, thinking it had slipped out.’

Jared was busy wrapping it around her wrist he didn’t notice Stef blink away a tear that had almost broken out. No one had gotten her a gift like that in years. Years. The easy way he gave it to her, talking all the while. Stef grabbed his chin, his beard having grown out in the last few months. ‘Thank you.’ Her hazel eyes meeting his. Her stomach did a somersault. Those puppy dog eyes, how could she not fall for him?

They were kissing, sickening sounds that people complained about when a couple just can’t keep themselves apart in a public place. 

Stef moved across into his lap, grabbing the back of his head and running her hands through his hair. 

‘Any chance of you giving me some beard rash in some sensitive places when I get you back to mine?’ Stef was nibbilng on his earlobe. 

She could feel the rumble of his laughter. ‘Most definitely, baby. It’s your birthday, I’ll do anything you want.’

‘That’s what I like to hear.’ Stef was grinding down against his crotch, the ache inside for him overwhelming. 

Her hand reached down, palming his cock through his pants. ‘I want you,’ she whispered. ‘Right here on this balcony. Where anyone could look up and see us.’

Jared bit his lip, swallowing the moan her words had brought out of him.

‘I wanna check something with you first though,’ Jared grabbed her chin and turned it toward the corner of the balcony. A cctv camera was pointed down onto the grounds. ‘Would you really care if someone were watching us?’

‘Mmhmm,’ Stef slid down onto her knees, unzipping his pants in that slow, teasing way she did. She didn’t hesitate to pull him from his boxers and lick around the tip. He was so hard. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes. She was teasing him, alright. No one could do this like she could. ‘Would you still be doing this if someone were watching you?’

She looked up at him, her lips puckered as if she were about to kiss his mouth, instead she placed a kiss to the underside of the head of his cock. Nodding slowly, she began licking where she knew he was most sensitive. 

‘Ok then.’

Jared took his phone from his pocket, typing something quick as a flash and drew her up by her elbows. His cock springing free from her mouth. ‘Get in out of the cold.’

Jared tucked himself back into his pants before rushing down the hallway to an open door. The lights inside were low, the fireworks throwing shadows and bursts of light across the walls. A huge four poster bed was the centre piece of the room. Not big enough to be a master bedroom, not in a house this size, but impressive none the less.

Stef expected Jared to throw her onto the bed and ravage her, but to her surprise, he sat on the chaise lounge by the window. Just to the left was a set of three long mirrors, giving him a perfect view of her as she kneeled to take her place between his legs again. 

‘OK, please continue.’ Jared’s eyes were soft, half closed as he watched her open his pants again. 

She pumped his thick shaft a few times, licking the tip before taking him into her hot mouth. He whimpered and swallowed hard. 

Putting one hand on the back of her head, he watched her wiggle her butt in the reflection.

The three different viewpoints from the mirrors was a fucking great idea.

She sucked softly, making noises so sweet to his ears. She was loving this.

Jared watched her, taking his member down deeper and back out again, like it was made to be in her mouth. He could come apart right here, spill down her throat but he wanted to fuck her. She looked too damn hot tonight to pass up this opportunity. 

Stef felt his balls twitch, this was the moment when he would tell her he was ready to blow. So she pulled back, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. He was breathing hard, but he was steady, controlling himself better than he had been able to before.

The fireworks were so loud outside the window, she didn’t hear him ask her to stand up. 

Jared stood and turned her around, slipping his hand around to the front of her dress and down into her cleavage. His long fingers grasped at her nipples easily. His breath was on her neck, his cock grinding against her ass. Looking at him in the mirror as he found the slit in her dress and moved his hand along her thigh to land on her mound, she was soaking through her panties. They were new, black satin and perfectly ruined as he moved them aside to run a finger along her slit.

‘So fucking wet. You’re perfect,’ He said, eagerly kissing the skin of her neck. 

Movement in the corner of the room caught her eye. Stef started, her heart hammering. ‘Someone is watching us,’ her voice barely audible over the fireworks exploding. Jared’s lips were at her ear, his voice drawing out the name, ‘it’s Misha.’

Stef squinted into the dark corner, he was still, his silhouette burned into her eyes as she squeezed them shut. 

‘I can ask him to leave, if you want?’ Jared was pushing her over, one hand on her shoulder, the other sliding the dress up and over her ass. Stef couldn’t speak, this was really happening. Shaking her head, she leaned forward at his behest, feeling his hand running along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. His long fingers sliding her panties down, exposing her glistening pussy to the room. The flood of arousal allowed her to groan aloud, Jared lined up and pushed in without warning. Stef cried out with pleasure while he kept a steady pace. Looking up at the mirror, she saw Jared was looking her face in the reflection, the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin as he saw her looking back at him. His pace never faltered, the room was closing in around her. Never had she felt another pair of eyes on her and fuck if it didn’t make her feel dirty.

Jared bent over and grabbed her hips, spearing her with his cock, he was panting ‘you do like it, don’t you? Dirty girl. it’s making you so wet.’ His voice was too low for anyone else to hear. 

‘Yes, I like you fucking me while someone watches,’ Stef grinned into his kiss. It was sloppy and hot, he nipped at her jaw before standing back up to his full height, continuing his thrusts. 

Grabbing the edge of the chaise lounge to keep from toppling over as Jared started grunting, watching his cock disappearing inside of her. ‘So fucking wet, baby,’ he kept saying. 

The fire in her belly was crawling slowly between her thighs, it wouldn’t be long until she felt the rush come over her. 

Jared stopped thrusting and bit back his groan, teeth sinking into his lower lip. With a slap against her ass with one hand, he finally let out a breath. Stef was almost there but he wasn’t moving. ‘Don’t stop,’ she cried. 

Jared grabbed the flesh of her ass and thrust hard into her. Gasping, she convulsed, laying her head down onto the chair between her outstretched arms. 

Jared pulled out of her with an obscene squelch. Stef felt her dress move to cover her ass as he fixed her up. 

‘Y’ok?’ Jared sat down heavily next to her. Turning her head to look at him, sweat lining his forehead, she smiled. 

His eyes moved across the room as he watched his friend leave. 

‘I’m ok,’ Stef whispered, closing her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the post orgasmic high.

When a few minutes passed, Jared grabbed her waist and dragged her across his lap. 

She lay with her back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadying, his arms wrapped tightly across her chest, their fingers entwined. 

‘It’s 12:00, Happy Birthday, baby.’ His lips grazing her temple. 

‘Happy birthday to me,’ Stef shimmied herself against him, being exactly where she needed to be. 

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Under Your Spell (Part 20) - A Thorn of Wisdom

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC /Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef and Claire try to enjoy themselves at the con.

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing, infidelity, smut.

Chapter WC: 3,617

I risk a kiss. One kiss

One kiss!

I knew from then my life had died

Stef sat alone pushing food around her plate. 

Giving up, she pushed it away. The restaurant was empty, Claire had never showed. Dropping as good a tip as she could on the table, Stef gathered her things and stepped out into the crisp autumn afternoon. It was warmer than yesterday, which was lucky as she had only brought a light jacket.

Shades down over her eyes, she wandered the streets for a bit. Everyone was bustling around, enjoying themselves, convention goers were easy to spot; most of them were wearing some kind of geek-tastic garments. 

Stef’s phone had been pinging in her purse the last half hour, but she didn’t bother checking it, if it were really important, they’d call. 

Deciding to do something she hadn’t done in at least a decade, Stef found a bench in the local park and slipped on her headphones. The familiar sounds of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’ filled her ears. Elbows on her knees, she put her chin into her hands and watched the world go by. 

There was couple not too far away, both looking at something on a phone and laughing and another in the distance being very, very handsy. 

She thought of Jared’s hands, how they made every part of her feel small. 

Can we stop thinking about Jared for five minutes? Stef scolded herself.

Turning up the song, she ignored her inner thoughts. 

The sun was dipping lower in the sky and she was utterly alone in the park now. 

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she scrolled through the messages. 

Claire: Shit, sorry about lunch I went to the restaurant but you were gone. 

Claire: Where are you?

Claire: You ok?

Darius: Hope you’re having fun, buy me something with dads face on it

Jared: Sorry about earlier, what you up to?

There was a missed call from Claire.

‘Hey bitch, whats up?’

‘Where are you?’

‘I’m walking out of the park right now, on my way back to the hotel.’

‘Are you on your own?’

Stef looked around, checking over her shoulder. ‘Yep.’

‘Where is it, we will come get you.’

‘It’s only, like, four blocks away.’

‘Hot young woman alone in a park, bitch, we are coming to get you before someone else does.’

‘Fine, I’ll wait by the hot dog stand.’

As Claire was hanging up, she could hear Richard getting an earful of abuse. Stef chuckled, Claire never put the crazy on a slow boil. 

The hot dog stand seller was determined to sell a hot dog to Stef, trying to lure her in with the promise of the best mustard she’s ever had.

Telling him she was a vegetarian who hated mustard didn’t deter him. 

She sighed with relief as an S.U.V. pulled up next to her, Claire’s hand beckoning her from the open window. Stef climbed into the back. She shook off the chill and the hot dog stink.

‘You ok, why did you just disappear? I was so worried.’

Claire had twisted around in her seat, a crease between her eyebrows as she scowled.

‘You didn’t show up for lunch, so I went for a walk.’

‘But you were gone for hours!’ She screeched.

‘Chill the fuck out, Claire.’

Richard was watching her in the rear view mirror. 

‘Everyone was starting to freak out.’

Stef rolled her eyes, feeling like a teenager who had been caught breaking the law by a very disappointed parent.

‘What were you doing that you missed the dinner?’

‘I’ll tell you later,’ Claire huffed, back into her bad mood. 

Stef pulled out her phone, desperate to ignore the tension.

Stef: I’m heading back to the hotel now, been out enjoying the sights.

Jared saw the message straight away, typing back quick as a shot.

Jared: I’m free for a half hour, can I come to your room?

Stef: ok, but no funny business.

Pulling into the underground, Richard parked up and put a hand on Claire’s knee. 

‘I’m calm. I’m sorry, I just got worried about her.’

Richard nodded quietly. 

‘Sorry, I got snappy, Stef.’

Stef grabbed her friend as they walked to the elevator, pulling her into a crushing hug. ‘I know you love me, sorry I didn’t contact you. I just needed a bit of head space.’

Claire took her hand, the other already in Richard’s. The three of them stood in the elevator in silence. Breaking apart when the doors slid open on Stef’s floor. 

‘I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit.’

Claire wiggled in her fingers in farewell as Stef made her way down the hall.

Jared was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed. 

So goddamn cute, Stef thought.

He stood to his full height when he saw her coming toward him, leaning in for a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘You good?’ He asked, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

‘Yeah, I’m good. Wanna come in?’ It was a useless question, he was on her heels as she opened the door. 

She plonked herself onto the bed, taking off her boots. Jared sat on the edge of the desk, his arms folded across his chest, brows furrowed.

‘If you have something to say, please say it.’ Stef huffed.

Jared raised his eyebrows in surprise, ‘yeah so I understand you’re not happy with how this weekend worked out and I get it, I’m not either.’

‘It’s one thing of many that has me unhappy right now, let’s not lay all the blame on you.’

Jared blew hard through his nose, Stef wasn’t sure if he was mirthless laugh or one of those noises her father would make when he was about to say something sarcastic.

‘They come first, Stef, I’m sorry.’ Jared shook his head, looking down at the floor.

‘I know, Jared.’ Her voice was steady, this conversation had happened more than once, on her side at least. Her son was always more important than any person she dated. A lot of them hated it. 

‘I have my own family, I get it.’ 

He still wasn’t looking at her. Stef moved toward him, their height difference more obvious now that she was barefoot, she just reached his shoulder.

Placing her hands on either side of his face, the stubble scrubbing against her palms as he put on a smile for her. 

‘I don’t like that you’re unhappy, but I can’t do anything about it right now.’

Jared leaned his forehead against hers, still holding himself. 

‘You can make it up to me another time,’ Stef stroked his face gently.

His hazel eyes finally met hers. He was sad. It wasn’t just this. Something else was eating at him.

‘What is it?’

She felt his hands reaching under her blouse, lifting it slightly so he could rest them against her hips. His skin was hot. Always so hot.

‘I wanted a weekend with just you and me, somewhere not hidden away and I think....I think my wife knew that and that’s why she came.’

Stef kissed his dimples, each in turn. She kissed his eyelids and his brow, holding him against her shoulder. They held each other in silence. 

‘If your smell could rub off on me, that would be great.’ Stef placed a kiss on his hairline.

Jared chuckled, ‘I’ll rub off you like a cat, I can leave some hair if you want.’

‘Oh, your hair is already on the sheets. I found one inside the sleeve of my jacket earlier.’

Jared hummed against her neck, kissing down to her collarbone. ‘Are you coming to the Q&A?’

‘I promised I would.’

‘That was before,’ his voice came from her bosom, his nose nudging at her cleavage. 

‘I’m still going. Claire missed lunch so I think I will make her buy the drinks for the night.’

‘You flying back tomorrow with a hangover?’

‘Fuck yes!’ Stef groaned, knowing it was going to be hellish going back home with Claire and no Richard. 

‘Damn, that’s a long flight, that makes me feel worse now I couldn’t spend more time with you.’

‘Ah, I can hang with my friends, don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I don’t need that much entertaining.’ 

Jared sighed, checking his watch. ‘I gotta go before I start getting panicked phone calls from Jensen. See you down there?’

Stef pressed her lips into a tight smile, scrunching her face. ‘I’ll see you but uh, probably not a great idea to be hanging around you!’

Jared, who was half way to kissing her face, paused, peering at her with one eye closed. ‘You’re right. So, kiss me quick.’

Stef obeyed, an open mouth kiss with a flick of tongue before pulling away. 

‘Nuh-uh,’ Jared responded by putting a hand into her hair and holding her; his mouth on hers for a deeper kiss. She knew he hadn’t had his fill but had to detach himself. His phone started to ring. 

‘Fuck me, leave me alone for five minutes.’ 

Answering the call, he gave Stef a wink, hugging her quick with one arm. 

And just like that he was gone again. 

***

The hall was packed tight. A queue wound its way from the stage all the way down to the back of the room and around the other side. Stef stood next to Claire who was craning her neck constantly to get a view of Richard on stage. There was no use in telling her to stop, Stef knew she wouldn’t. 

Everyone on stage was in great spirits, livening up the crowd easily. Some dancing, some singing. Then the questions came, Jensen as usual, played a serious version of himself, mostly to make Jared look like more of a goof than he already was. 

It was the first time Stef got to see him as the adored person he was, his personality really was perfect for it. Throwing his legs over the back of the chair, his hands running through his hair every few minutes.

Jared chewed his gum with his mouth open, Stef remembered telling Darius not to do that; her mother would yell at her for doing it. 

‘Can you believe I’m fucking that guy,’ Stef whispered to Claire.

Claire bit her lip, looking from Jared to Stef. ‘Lucky bitch.’

I am, Stef figured. Massive shoulders, strong arms, abs you could wash your clothes on, a cute ass and dimples? Not to mention a great sense of humor, Stef could never resist a guy who could make her laugh. 

He was an impressive totem. And he was entertaining this crowd, screaming like a bunch of girls at a boy band every time they did, well, anything!

Stef made a note to try watch all of Supernatural, it was a show she had dipped in and out of through the years. She was terrible at keeping up with tv, making an exception for anything Oscar was in. Sometimes when Darius was younger, they would curl up on the sofa and watch him with bowls of popcorn, ready to call Oscar and rate his performance, a call Oscar said he always looked forward to. 

Somehow, she thought, Jared may not feel the same way about that situation. 

After the screams and laughter died down, a girl stepped up to the microphone.

‘My question is for Jared. Since starring in a music video, do you think you’ll do it again? Coz it was so sexy.’

Jared put a hand to his brow, Jensen was looking at his friend, doing his best to stifle a laugh.

Eventually Jared put the microphone to his mouth, ’No!’

‘Why not?!’ The girl squeaked.

‘Because that was special!’ Jared swung around in his chair, doing a 360 turn. Jensen continued looking at him, no expression on his face, microphone poised to say something. 

‘Aww c’mon,’ the girl teased. 

Stef could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, Claire was giggling next to her. 

‘It was fun and yeah, I dig the music. But if I do it all the time, it won’t be special anymore.’

There was a wave of disappointed noises from the crowd. 

‘They’re hungry for you, buddy.’ Jensen’s voice rippled across the room, followed by loud cheers.

Stef wished she could slip out of the room, unseen. But if she were noticed now, it would be awkward. So she sat still. At least Claire was here. 

Claire seemed to feel her friends discomfort, sliding a hand into hers, she held on tight, not taking her eyes off stage. 

Richard was at the side of the stage chatting a little to someone next to him, laughing at Jensen who was now making fun of Jared. 

Jared was sweating more than usual, Stef could see it glistening on his neck. He was shaking his head, hair falling into his face. 

‘Two videos wasn’t enough for you guys?’ Jared held his hands up.

The answer was predictable. ‘Ok, ok. I can ask to be in another one. But you guys have to be nice, maybe it’ll happen.’ 

After the cacophony of excited noises died down, more questions were asked. Then the hour was up. 

Claire was scrolling through her messages. 

‘Hey,’ she whispered, ‘Rich just text me, he says he has a pass for you to go backstage.’

‘Isn’t his wife backstage?’ Stef huffed.

Claire shrugged, ‘Jared says he has a few minutes spare and he wants to show you something.’

’What the fuck does he want to show me?’

‘I don’t know, bitch. Rich says go see him at the side door.’

‘When?’

‘Now!’ Claire waved her away, replying to Rich’s wall of text.

‘There she is.’ Rich waited until Stef was close enough to pass a lanyard to her. ‘Keep hold of that and follow me.’

Stef stayed behind him, walking through a hallway, past closed doors. Finally, stopping by a room that had chairs piled up outside. ‘Wait in there.’

Rich closed the door behind her, there wasn’t much in this room. It looked like storage for just about everything they had forgotten about. Stef for a moment thought this was a trick and that Jared was going to jump out and frighten her.

A door opened on the far side of the room and Jared stuck his head in. ‘Hey,’ he whispered.

‘Hey, yourself. What’s with the cloak and dagger?’

Jared turned and looked behind his shoulder, quickly moving into the room and closing the door softly.

‘C’mere,’ raising to fingers at her, curling them in beckoning motion. 

‘Why are we whispering?’

‘Coz my family are in the next room, but I needed to see you.’

His thumb landed on her jaw as she made it across the room to him. ‘I knew they would ask about you but it still got me feelin’ like a kid, I was a little embarrassed.’

‘I got that,’ Stef gave him a half smile. 

Jared ducked his head and kissed her softly. ‘What’s up?’ 

‘Sneaking around.’ She said simply.

‘I know, it’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get.’ Grabbing her waist he pulled her closer to him. Smothering her mouth with kisses, she hardly had time to draw breath before he was dipping in for more, holding her face tight in his hands.

He was groping down her her ass, cupping her flesh under her skirt, closing the distance between them. ‘Do you want to do this here?’ Stef gasped. 

He answered by turning her around, twirling her hair in his hand and moving it over her shoulder. Running his mouth along the exposed flesh of her neck.

Feeling Jared press against her, she leaned into him. He was breathing her in, smelling her hair, her skin. Causing her to tingle all over. 

‘What are you doing?’ she murmured, wishing he wouldn’t stop but aware that there were people in the next room. If someone were to come out and see them...

‘Shhhh,’ Jared brought a large hand to her mouth, keeping it there as he pushed her further into the corner, it was darker there at least, a little out of the way of the door. 

‘Do you want me to take you right here?’ He whispered, taking her ear gently between his teeth. The sensation weakened her, he felt her losing control, regaining it almost straight away, worried they would be caught.

The way Jared was feeling right now, it would be over quick. 

‘Jared, don’t.’ Stef whispered, placing her hands against the wall to steady herself, all the while bucking her hips back to grind her ass into his crotch.

‘Don’t?’ He teased, ‘coz your body is telling me you want it. You want me to fuck you right now?’ His hands ran down the front of her blouse, slipping his fingers inside her bra, pinching her nipples until she cried out, Jared put a hand over her mouth, a little rougher this time. ‘I won’t tell you again, keep it down.’ He warned. 

Stef could feel her wetness moving down to her thighs now. The feel of his hands on her, forcing her to do what he wanted, it made her so hot. 

Jared took his hands from her breasts, giving the nipples final hard tug before bringing his hand to her skirt, lifting it and pulling her panties down past her ass cheeks, just enough room for him to slip his hands between her legs to her sex. Dipping his fingers in to feel how wet she was, he licked his fingers, moaning softly. ‘I wish we had time to do more, baby. Maybe later,’ he pulled her head back so it was resting on his chest. ‘Stick your ass out for me a little more,’ he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. But she read his tone, he was not to be disobeyed.

Putting his hands between her legs again he pushed at her thighs, ‘Open.’

‘Open!’ he said through gritted teeth when she didn’t immediately move her legs apart for him.

Stef heard the clink of his belt before feeling the heat of him. He was pushing into her already. The feel of him filling her up without warning made her groan, nipping as his fingers. 

‘You feel amazing, baby.’ He bit at her neck, trying to hold back his own wanton moans. 

Keeping one hand on the wall for support, Stef brought her hand to her pussy, placing a finger on either side of his cock as he rutted into her. She managed to brush against his balls, which made him thrust harder. Both of them trying not to make a sound. 

‘Stop it,’ Jared said, but made no move to push her hand away, he let her continue to touch herself. 

There was movement from the other room, running footsteps nearing the door before a voice called them back. 

Jared pushed Stef up so she was crushed against the wall with no room to move. With her head still resting on his chest, he could look down at her and see her eyes fluttering, a sure sign she was close. 

‘You want to cum, baby?’

Stef muttered something he couldn’t hear, so he grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, knowing she loved the feeling of it. 

‘You can’t make a sound, do you hear me? If I let you cum, you’ll have to be real quiet.’ 

Stef looked up at him as tears were beginning to fill up her eyes from the brutal thrusts he was laying into her. She could have come several times over but she was too afraid someone would hear her. If he touched her clit, she’d be done. 

But he didn’t. Instead he bit down onto her neck, hard. She cried out with the pain and bit into his hand, without thinking. Jared cursed and pulled his hand away from her face, grabbing her ponytail. Clenching her teeth, she came. He watched her face scrunch up and relax, her mouth slack and falling into an o shape. 

Placing a hand against her neck, he continued pounding into her, loving the feeling of her clenching around his cock. 

He followed close behind, there was no possibility of him pulling out, the orgasm was too intense. Pushing his hips right up against her ass, he stopped moving. One hand on her throat, the other on her ass, he tried to steady his breathing, she was gasping for air along with him. 

There were voices coming towards them. Jared pulled out and pushed her skirt down, quickly redoing his buttons and belt. 

Cheeks flushed and breathing hard, they both stood to wait for the voices to pass them.

Jared sighed with relief and checked Stef, giving her a look that asked if she was ok. He could see she was shaking a little bit.

‘Sit down,’ he pulled a chair towards her. 

‘Fuck,’ Stef tried to fix her hair a little. ‘Do I look ok?’

‘You look beautiful.’ Jared smiled at her, running his hands along her thighs. 

‘Do I?’ Stef began fixing her blouse, finding that her nipple was still freed from her bra. 

‘You look like a woman who just got fucked the way she likes it.’ Jared stilled her hands. ‘Stop fixing yourself, you’re perfect.’ 

‘I need a bathroom.’ Stef sat back into the chair, motioning towards her ruined panties.

Jared grimaced, ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s ok, it was hot.’ Stef crushed his face playfully with one hand and placed a kiss on his mouth. 

When she left the room, she heard children running across the floor towards him.

‘Daddy, where you been?’ 

Stef giggled, hearing Jared grumbling an excuse, he had gotten stuck into something and had lost track of time.

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 28) - My Heart Is A Tomb

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/ OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef makes a life changing decision.

Married Jared! Single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Angst, swearing.

Chapter WC: 2,132

Stef was laying across the sofa looking into the flames in the fireplace when the heavy knocking jolted her back to reality. 

Brendan raised his head from the armchair, pupils narrowing at the intrusive sound.

Stef, unwrapped a blanket from her legs and padded to the door, her heart skipping a few beats seeing Jared standing on her porch, hunched against the wind and driving rain.

‘The hell are you doing out in this weather?’ Stef scolded, taking a fistful of his collar and dragging him into the house. 

‘I had to see you, you won’t answer your phone.’ The worry he felt was easing away seeing that she was in one piece, in her delightfully warm house.

‘The power went out and I didn’t get enough of a charge on my phone. Sorry.’ Stef pulled her shawl closer around her, the storm was making her feel colder inside than it really was. 

‘Alright, that’s ok. I was worried is all.’ Jared started to unzip his heavy snow jacket, the water dripping to the floor at his feet.

‘Take your boots off and sit by the fire.’

‘Yes, mom.’ Jared looked at her sideways, not really sure if she was in the playful mood or not. Her frown said not. 

Stef busied herself for a minute straightening out his boots and jacket, leaning them against the hearth so they would dry quick.

‘You ok, really?’ Jared put a large hand on her knee when she finally sat next to him on the sofa.

Stef blew out a long breath, putting her hand over his, pulling his fingers back gently, inspecting them before letting them drop again.

‘You seem bothered by something.’ 

When Stef didn’t answer, Jared placed his fingers against her jaw, gently lifting her face so he could look at her.

‘Is it me?’ He asked quietly, almost hating the words coming out. 

Stef had tears in her eyes. ‘It’s not you, Jared.’

‘What’s wrong?’ 

She hated seeing that expression on his face. 

‘What you said a couple of weeks ago, when you were here?’ 

Jared shifted a little. He nodded, waiting for her to continue. 

���I’m so sorry, I should have said it back and it’s been eating at me ever since.’ 

The tears were falling, Stef took a deep breath, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it even to myself for a long time. I’m a flawed person, Jared.’

Jared was shaking his head, Stef could see the raindrops still clinging to his hair. 

‘I am! What the fuck am I doing with you?’

Jared frowned, ‘what do you mean?’

Stef brushed the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.

‘You know what I mean, Jared. I love you. What the fuck am I supposed to do?’

Jared leaned in for a kiss, feeling for the first time the gravity of their situation. He wished he could push the thoughts to the back of his mind, but it was now that they had to talk about it. Breaking away from the kiss, he heard Stef sob softly.

‘What are we gonna do then?’ Jared closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. 

Stef’s fingers were winding around his. ‘We can continue as we are, that’s one option. But I don’t think you or I will be satisfied with that for long.’ 

She tried to raise a smile.

‘What are the other options?’ Jared whispered, grabbing a piece of her hair between his fingers, just touching, just holding.

Stef sniffled, ‘you can only guess what our other options are, Jared.’ 

She felt him nodding slightly. But he said nothing for a long moment. Pulling away she looked up at him. He was weeping too. The other two options were out, he didn’t even have to tell her ‘no’. 

‘I wish this was easier.’ Stef looked at the boots sitting by the fire, the laces half chewed by Jared’s dog.

‘You mean you want to break up? Right now?’ Jared’s voice was barely above a whisper. He was shaking his head, his eyes squeezed shut.

Stef shuddered, ‘I don’t want to. But, we have to be realistic. At least, I’m trying to be.’ Pulling her hand free from Jared, she buried her face in her hands and cried. 

He was rubbing her back, whispering to her that it would be ok, they would be ok. 

This isn’t want either of them wanted, they were both thinking hard on a way to fix it. 

How could they be in love? When did this happen?

Jared was kicking himself, he had agreed with Gen that this was just going to be a casual thing. Almost a year later and here they were, sitting side by side having spent every spare moment they had with each other. 

The whole fucking situation was bullshit. 

Stef ran her hands against her cheeks, ‘sorry I just sprung this on you, Jared.’

‘How long have you felt this way?’ 

‘I dunno it kinda crept up one. Well, the realisation did anyway. I probably knew I loved you from the start.’

Jared nodded. ‘Yeah, me too.’ 

‘Was me saying it a...bad thing?’ Jared tripped over the words. 

‘Not a bad thing.’ Stef, leaning back on the sofa took a few deep breaths. ‘It just put everything into perspective for me.’

Jared clasped his hands in front of him and cleared his throat. 

‘I ruined it, didn’t I?’ 

Stef felt the tears again, she wished she could turn off the waterworks. ‘You didn’t ruin anything.’ 

There was a moments pause before he turned and looked at her, ‘I don’t want to do this.’ Another tear rolled down his face, dripping onto the knee of his blue jeans. 

‘I wish...’ He began, then started wiping his own tears away as vigorously as Stef had with hers. 

‘I wish I had met you before Gen.’ 

It hit Stef like a punch in the gut. She knew he would never leave his family and she knew she would never let him. 

‘You probably wouldn’t be who you are without her, you know? She seems perfect for you.’

Jared nodded sadly. ‘I wish I could have you for always too.’

‘I should go,’ Jared wiped at his face again.

‘You don’t have to rush off. I don’t...I don’t want you to go just yet.’ Stef pleaded, biting her lip.

‘If I stay, I could change my mind.’ 

‘I won’t allow you to do that. Not now, Jared. Can you imagine your life without your kids? Your home?’ 

He shook his head. 

‘Believe me, it’s better that you go home to your wife and kids at the end of the day. Not to me.’

‘You wouldn’t want me to come home to you?’ Jared’s eyes were wide, looking at her searchingly.

‘Of course I would. You’re the first man that has picked up the pieces of me and shuffled them around into the right order. I’m happier now that I have been for a long, long, long fucking time.’

Jared broke down, he sobbed and tried to cover his face. Stef wrapped her arms around him, holding him while he shivered, his crying stopped as quick as it had started.

‘Not be be cliche, but can we still be friends?’ Jared choked a small laugh.

Stef nodded, still holding him, her head resting against his shoulder. 

‘I don’t want to have a life that doesn’t have you in it anymore. You’ve been so much to me, Stef.’

‘You’ve been everything to me, Jared.’

***

Two hours later, they were laying in Stef’s bed. The candles that she had found in the miscellaneous drawer were scattered about the room, giving a meagre amount of light but it was enough to hide the tear stained faces and red eyes. 

Jared had wound his fingers through her hair again, stroking the long, dark locks. Looking at them wondrously, as if it were the first time. 

They hadn’t said much, just exchanged looks and sometimes a soft kiss. 

‘You know,’ he started, his voice cracking, trying to keep the volume as low as the mood. ‘Maybe, when we’re old and my wife leaves me coz she finally realises I’m an idiot and she’s better off without me, I can look back on this as one of the better times of my life and fall in love all over again.’

‘Are you saying you’d want me when I’m old and ugly?’ Stef was laying on her back, looking at the ceiling, watching the shadow of the trees swaying in the wind. 

‘Nothin’ about you is ugly, Stef.’

Jared could just about see her pained expression.

‘Nothin’,’ he repeated.

‘Except, I took a man away from his family. Some people would call me a home wrecker.’

‘I wouldn’t and neither would my wife.’

Stef sighed. ‘Thanks for saying that, but c’mon.You have broken how many rules to be here with me now and even getting this far in our relationship. How many of my own rules have I broken.’

It was a question she has asked herself every day since they met and the voice asking had gotten louder for the past while. 

‘Ever since the convention.’ Stef spoke her thoughts.

‘Breaking rules since the convention?’ Jared had stopped stroking her hair, he leaned on one elbow, propping himself up so he could look at her. 

‘Nah, from the start, Jared. What I mean is,’ she felt his fingers tracing delicate lines against her stomach, it was distracting. ‘I had my heart broken and it was just him kissing someone else. And look at what we’ve done. My younger self would never have allowed it, it hurt too much. You know?’ Her eyes looked into his, searching for understanding.

Jared swallowed hard, knowing she was right. ‘I have been with other women since getting married, but not like this. And probably never again.’

‘You can’t say that. You can’t say you won’t pick up with someone else in a years time. Who knows what the fuck the future holds for us.’

‘I can say with certainty, I won’t. This is it. I need to focus on my wife and my kids and stop being so damn selfish.’

Stef nodded. They both needed to stop being selfish. 

‘Can you love two people at the same time?’ Stef whispered, feeling Jared shift closer. They kissed, his mouth a little hungrier. She didn’t want it to stop. 

‘I believe we can.’ Jared wrapped his long fingers around her throat, taking her lips again. 

***

Stef sat on the stairs. Jared was dressed and ready to go. But, he hung by the doorway. 

‘This is weird.’ His voice low.

‘Weirdest break up ever.’ Stef agreed.

Jared had his eyes squeezed shut. ‘I don’t wanna do this.’ He said it last night. Stef agreed, nodding. ‘It’s wrong. But it’s wrong to keep it going, for both our sakes.’

‘I know you’re right.’

‘What are you gonna tell Gen?’

‘Not the truth.’ Jared confessed. 

‘Lies will eat at you, Jared.’ 

Jared was looking at her sitting on the stairs, the same way she had when he had first stayed the night. She looked beautiful, but he could see she was hurting, just as he was. 

‘She knows I love you but I can’t tell her how much. That would cause more of a problem, I can’t hurt her like that.’

‘You know she thanked me. When we met.’

‘Yeah, she told me. I was surprised she didn’t tell me right after it happened though. I asked her about it after our talk.’

‘Oh,’ Stef didn’t know what to say now. Jared seemed ok with that. 

‘She also said you were pretty. And that she could see why I liked you.’

Who had constructed this alternate universe where they stood still right now? Where the world kept turning outside her door. Stef cursed that it would continue even now while they looked at each other, neither wanting to take the final step that would slice open the curtain and allow the real world light to spill through. 

But it was happening, Jared took the few steps towards her and leaned in close, his hair brushing against her face, her eyes closing, lips parted. Just the way he had seen her in his dreams before the first kiss and now before the last. 

Fingers wrapped into her hair, gripping the back of her head in his large hand, pulling her toward him. Their lips met in a searing kiss. His forehead pressed against hers while they panted, clinging to each other. 

Stef had her eyes closed when he left and closed the door softly behind him. Getting to her feet, she clicked the lock. She’d done it. And it was the worst she had ever felt. 

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 16) - So When You Come

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be?

(For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, Single Oscar! Single Richard!

Chapter warnings: Cursing, smut!

Chapter WC: 2,625

I hold your hand so hard my knuckles turn white

Richard pulled Stef into a bear hug, managing to lift her off her feet. ‘So good to see you, honey.’ He made a show of spitting out her hair as her long locks fell across his face, making them both laugh.

‘Good to see you too.’ Stef was nervous. Hella nervous. This would be the first time she would be with Jared at work, she was eager to see the set and all of the crew, appreciating this was absolutely huge in comparison to the small sets she had been on.

‘Let me show you around!’ Richard walked arm in arm with Claire ahead of Stef, pointing out different people he knew, waving and giving thumbs up periodically. 

‘And here’s the trailers...’ Richard turned and winked at Stef. 

Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her jacket, she wasn’t sure what to do, her stomach was doing somersaults, even her palms were a little sweaty. Jared sleeps here? She tilted her head to the side, stopping at an open door, there was movement inside. Jensen came rushing out the door, arms out. ‘Ladies, how are we?’ He gave each of them a hug, squeezing Stef a little harder than she expected. ‘Jared’s inside,’ he whispered, his mouth at her ear. Some crew members were still bustling around them. 

Her legs felt like jelly, did he not want to come out and say hi?

‘Of course you can use the bathroom, go right ahead,’ Jensen placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the door of the trailer. 

The room didn’t have any lights on, the only illumination was through the slats on the window blinds. Stef felt a pair of arms snaking around her waist, Jared’s body pressing against her. The heat from him and the sheer size of him had her humming in pleasure. ‘Hey, pretty girl,’ his lips nipped at her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine, her reflexes pulled her shoulder toward her ear, trapping his face against hers.

‘You good?’ 

‘That was a nice trick, getting Jensen to cover for you.’

She felt him shrug, he was rocking gently from side to side, moving her with him. Staying like that for a few short moments before he spun her around. Now face to face, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

‘Jensen and Rich are gonna show you around set.’

Stef frowned, ‘you not coming?’

‘Nah, I gotta do some stuff for the next couple of hours. But I’ll see you tonight, for dinner.’ Jared cupped her chin and smiled softly. his eyes glazed over as he swayed with her. 

‘What are we having for dinner?’ 

‘Not each other.’ Jared smiled, poking his tongue between his teeth. ‘That’s for dessert.’ 

Stef dropped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans grabbing a handful of his ass. 

‘Promise?’

‘Absolutely.’ 

Their lips were on each other again, not pulling away for several moments. The heat of the kiss left her wanting more, but the sound of Jensen clearing his throat at the door told them their time was up.

‘Go enjoy the tour, I’ll see you later,’ Jared ran a finger along her cheek. She gave him a half smile in reply. 

‘Later,’ looking at him over her shoulder as Jensen set off toward Richard and Claire, who had decided to sneak off to a dark corner themselves.

***

At the long table at the restaurant Richard had booked, Stef was sitting directly across from Jared. The drink was flowing, the conversation was great and the food was seriously good. Stef had a belly full of so much pasta, she figured she wouldn’t have to eat again for another few days. 

Halfway through the dessert, Stef slipped her foot out of her shoe and teased along the inside of Jared’s leg. He cleared his throat noisily at the initial touch, allowing his lips to curl upwards but didn’t look at Stef. Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a long gulp of beer, closing his eyes as her foot ran higher, past his knee. Stef could feel the heat of him, it was warm in the restaurant but boy did that man radiate heat. After a moment of delicate nudges with her toes, Jared reached under the table, while talking to Jensen next to him, he grabbed a hold of Stef’s foot. Rubbing the pad of his thumb across he arch, knowing she was ticklish. Instantly regretting the idea of teasing him under the table, she tried to tug her foot away but Jared held fast. No one else at the table seemed to notice. Claire was laughing and playfully slapping Richard’s arm, he was thoroughly wrapped up in her. Jensen and Jared were talking about a scene they had done earlier. It was when her eyes got to Misha that her heart skipped a beat. He was sitting there, regarding her with a slight smile, knowing full well what she was up to. Feeling his eyes on her, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl who was about to be scolded. The flush in her cheeks couldn’t be blamed on the wine. Misha blinked slowly, still looking at her, as if he was telling her to continue, he was enjoying the show. 

Get it together, Stef told herself, trying again to pull her foot away. 

Misha leaned toward her, his eyes roaming down to her cleavage and down toward the drink that sat in front of him. He took a quick gulp of beer, his eyes back to hers. 

A new wave of arousal hit her, unconsciously handing it the reigns. Her foot pressed against Jared’s crotch. HIs face gave nothing away, but he released the hold he had on her foot, instead tracing his long fingers along the sensitive skin around her ankle. 

This was too much, her senses were struggling to take back control. If she were laying on a bed, with her foot in Jared’s crotch and Misha gazing into her like he was now, there would be nothing anyone could do for her, she would be lost in them. She would have been desperately at their mercy. 

Stef looked down at Misha’s hands, he had them laying flat on the table. No one else seemed to have notice the exchange between them. She began to wonder what those hands would be like on her skin. Goosebumps raising on the exposed flesh of her arms. Stef bit her lip, telling herself to calm down. Misha was grinning now. Did he know what he was doing to her?

Was he going to say something? 

Stef swallowed, gaining some degree of control back. Jared was still rubbing her ankle and she had to admit, the sensation was lovely. 

What would happen if she put her other foot against Misha’s knee?

Don’t, she told herself. Don’t do that. 

Stef couldn’t help it, she pushed the other shoe away and raised her leg toward Misha. It was as if he was waiting for it, his warm hand met her cool skin and she shivered. 

He was tracing patterns across her foot now too, never taking his eyes from her face. Misha had noticed how she bit her lip a lot when she felt awkward and damn it was hot, he felt a little riled up. 

‘Stef?’ A voice moved through the air, all faces turned to look at her. 

‘Are you ok?’ Claire narrowed her eyes.

‘Yes, why?’ Stef squeaked. 

‘You’re making some strange noises over there.’

‘Am I?’ Oh no! 

Jared’s shoulders were shaking with laughter, ‘the dessert is really good, huh?’ 

Everyone laughed with him and carried on their conversation. Stef threw a morsel of chocolate cake into her mouth, wishing she could hide under the table. But no, each foot was still between the legs of two handsome men sitting across from her.

Misha let go, bringing both hands in front of him to grab Stef’s plate.

‘I’m definitely having what she’s having.’ His face breaking out into a handsome smile. 

Thank you, she mouthed.

No, thank you, he mouthed back, pointing at her. 

***

‘You were being a dirty girl at dinner, I feel like I should punish you. Someone could have seen what you were doing.’

They had just closed the door of the trailer when his voice changed, dropping to almost a rumble. 

Stef felt her cunt clench around nothing, that voice was doing things to her she couldn’t explain. She was already dripping wet. 

He moved behind her, pushing her over the arm of the sofa. ‘I’m thinking, maybe a spanking might set you right.’ 

Stef groaned, feeling her jeans being pushed down past her knees, his hands rough. Without warning, there was a harsh crack and a sting. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, she wanted this. It felt so good.

Another slap. Jared kept his hand over the mark on her ass. ‘Are you sorry?’ His breathing ragged, reaching down to grab her hair in his fist he pulled her head back. ‘Huh?’ He spanked her, harder this time. The next was harder again. 

Stef cried out. ‘Fuck, Jared.’

‘That’s not an answer.’ Jared hit her again.

Her legs were giving out, she couldn’t hold herself up any longer.

‘I’m not sorry,’ Stef breathed, smiling back at him. 

Jared plunged his tongue into her mouth, groaning into her. 

‘You’re a brat.’ He placed another slap across her already red skin, lighter this time. ‘Get on your knees. I’ll make you sorry.’

He hit the back of her throat over and over, Stef gasped for breath each time he pulled out of her throat. 

‘You ok?’ Jared looked down at her, mouth open, tongue out, licking the underside of his cock. She answered by taking the pink head and giving it a suck before letting it pop out of her mouth. 

Jared twisted his mouth into a smile and pushed into her again. Grabbing her chin with one hand, the other in her hair, guiding her head back and forth.

He could have come twice already but he was holding off, he wanted to see her gag on him, tears leaking from the side of her eyes. 

‘You look hot, choking on me like that.’

Stef giggled around him. ‘But we better stop because I have plenty more I wanna do to you.’ 

‘Like what?’ Stef took hold of his hands as he pulled her to her feet. ‘Get your ass into the shower and I’ll show you.’

Stef was standing under a pathetic excuse of a shower, the hot water barely a dribble. ‘Jared, your shower sucks.’ 

‘Turn the knob,’ he shouted through the door.

Stef fiddled with a few of the handles and a whoosh of water hit her. She cried aloud with the shock of the freezing water hitting her.

Jared laughed, leaning into the shower to turn up the heat. ‘I like cold showers.’ 

Stef was covered in goosebumps, shivering while she lathered herself up.

Jared stepped in behind her, large hands helping to spread the soap across her back. 

‘This is nice,’ she hummed, leaning back against him. 

‘Everything is always nice with you.’ He placed a kiss against her neck, licking the skin behind her ear. 

Pressing his hard cock against her lower back, he brought one of her hands behind her. Stef began pumping him, the warm skin soft beneath her touch. 

‘You’re fuckin’ huge, anyone ever tell you that?’

Jared hummed happily. ‘You’ve been taking it real good.’

‘I’d love to feel it inside me again.’

With a long inhale, Jared placed his fingers around her throat, gently tightening his fingers around her. 

‘You will,’ he breathed. 

Stef’s groan was cut off as Jared tightened his fingers around her throat, cutting off the flow of air. Her hand, in turn, began to tug him harder. His own groans filling the bathroom.

Dragging his other hand across her stomach, he curled two fingers around her clit and pushed them past her folds. Hot and wet and ready for him. ‘You like it?’ You like me fucking you with my fingers?’

Stef could only answer with a pitiful moan. 

‘Shall I add another?’ Jared didn’t wait for a response, the pushed a third finger inside her. Stef’s legs were faltering. 

‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ 

‘You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Gonna cum on my fingers?’

Stef could feel his cock twitching against her back. 

When she tried to speak it was incoherent nonsense, but managed to gasp out a yes. 

Jared loosened his grip on her, allowing her to fall forward against the bathroom tiles, his fingers sliding out of her sopping folds with a squelch she would have been embarrassed about if she didn’t feel so damn frustrated.

‘What are you doing?’ Stef turned to look at him. He was licking his fingers, a smug look on his face. 

‘Why didn’t you ....’ Jared cut her off with a searing kiss, rubbing his cock along her ass. 

‘Bend over.’ 

Stef did as she was told, the water running a little colder against her now. 

Jared grabbed a nipple between his fingers, tugging on it harshly. Stef bit her lip to conceal her moan. ‘Don’t stop doing that.’ 

Placing a large hand on her back, he pushed her over a little more so she was on show for him. ‘You look fucking perfect, baby. I can see how wet you are for me.’

‘I want you, please, fuck me.’

Jared grabbed his cock in his hand and began pumping furiously, his thumb running across the lips of her pussy, taking her slick and rubbing it up onto the tight ring of her asshole. 

Stef begged a little more for him to be inside her, but he was entranced by her standing still in front of him. 

After a moment of him groaning, pawing at her with his free hand, she felt the hot ropes of cum hitting her ass. 

‘Oh, Stef.’ he breathed, shaking his head, trying to clear the fuzziness. Grabbing her hips to steady himself. 

Stef scrunched up her face, what was he doing to her? This was college boy crap. She wanted to get off. Standing to her full height, she turned to look up at him, he had a grin on his stupid handsome face. 

‘You’ll get yours baby. But, it’ll be when I say.’ 

He was rinsing her off while she stood there, cold and wet and frustrated.

‘Come on, let’s have some fun.’ Jared threw her over his shoulder and made his way into the bedroom, not allowing her to dry off. 

Giggling as she bounced on the bed. Jared pushed her down and pinned her to the bed. 

‘Mind if I try something?’ He nudge her nose with his, running his fingers over her stiff nipples.

‘Will I enjoy it?’

‘I think you will.’ Jared kissed her between laughing, ‘you get wiggly when you’re annoyed. It’s pretty damn cute.’

Stef stopped mooching underneath him. ‘Well, I’m frustrated.’

‘Yeah, that’s part of the game. Baby you’ll enjoy this part, I promise.’

‘Ok then,’ she muttered, ‘What part of the game is this?’

Jared got up from the bed, moving toward the pile of clothes he had left on the floor, Stef enjoying the view of his ass. Licking her lips at the sight of him releasing a belt from the loops of his jeans. With the slight creak of the leather as he wrapped it around one fist, had her rubbing her legs together. 

‘Fuck yes.’ She said as he lunged at her. 

When you clear the streets and kill the lights

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Under Your Spell (Part 12) - Steady As We Burn

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Smut, all of it (NSFW)

Chapter WC: 2,224

Swinging the hotel door open with a bang, she was wrestled into the room by a giant with too many hands. 

‘I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.’ He exclaimed, kissing every available part of her face and neck.

She answered with giggles, unable to get any words out, allowing him to continue ravaging her.

The door clicked shut and a suitcase falls over. Still he couldn’t get enough of kisses. 

‘You know they say you shouldn’t tell someone you missed them,’ Stef breathed, beginning to nuzzle his ear as she whispered, placing a kiss on his sweet spot, she could feel him turn to jelly. ‘It reminds them they didn’t miss you.’

Jared pulled away with a frown, his hair mussed. ‘You didn’t miss me?’ His voice high pitched. Stef giggled, ‘of course I did, I just need you to focus for a minute, your stubble is going to give me a rash.’ 

Jared ducked down and placed more kisses on her neck, pausing on one spot to suck the flesh gently between his teeth, now it was her turn to weaken in his grasp.

After a few moments of nibbling and sucking along her collarbone, he stood to his full height, complete with a shit eating grin. Jared turned her toward the mirror above the dresser.

‘Jared, I am going to kill you.’ She gasped, pulling her shirt aside, seeing the trail of hickeys he had just made. 

‘How will you kill me this time?’ He snaked his hands down her ribs, resting them on her hips. Nose in her hair, breathing in her scent, he felt so full of her, he smiled, closing his eyes, just feeling her there with him, finally.

‘I think I’ll sit on you til you die.’

Stef felt the rumble of laughter behind her, he seemed a little dopey now. 

‘Tired?’

‘Mmmm’ he answered, ‘maybe a little lie down.’ He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward the bed. Kicking off his shoes and throwing his jacket towards a chair in the corner, missing it entirely.

Laying facing each other, he traced his fingers across her cheek, resting on her lips. ‘You look tired too.’ He commented. 

‘Touring is hard on the body and the soul.’ Stef lamented, feeling a smile creeping onto her face. He looked so innocent when he was sleepy like this, she thought. 

‘Come closer, I want to fall asleep with you,’ Jared nestled his nose into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her. 

‘You came all this way, to snuggle and nap.’ Stef felt her eyelids getting heavier. A contented sleep washing over her.

Waking an hour later to Jared rolling off the bed and closing the bathroom door quietly behind him. Rubbing her eyes, she checked the time. There wasn’t a show today, but she had planned to get out and see a bit more of the city, that was before Jared had decided to show up but she definitely didn’t mind the distraction.

Checking her phone, she saw that Darius had text her a few updates about his new girlfriend. Oscar hadn’t text, she knew he wouldn’t. They had a few too many drinks last night and having walked her back to the hotel, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and stumbled off to get a cab. She hoped he had gotten back home ok. Sighing, she decided to text him that same thing.

Jared appeared, looking thoroughly crumpled from his nap.

‘Hey pretty girl, you ok?’

‘Definitely,’ she moved over toward him giving a kiss before shimmying from the bed toward the bathroom, Jared made grabby hands toward her ass as she ran. 

‘I need to shower,’ Jared leaned against the door frame, shirtless, jeans hanging below his waist.

‘Me too, as it turns out. Maybe we should save some water.’ Stef licked her lips, hooking her fingers into the band of his jeans and pulling him toward her.

‘Is this shower gonna make us clean or dirtier?’ Jared helped remove her shirt, raising a hand to brush against her nipple that was standing to attention under her lacy bra. ‘Pink this time?’

Stef stood on her tip toes to reach his lips, he didn’t bend down to her like he usually did. He seemed to like the idea of her struggling. 

‘Short.’ Jared said, placing his hands on her ass and lifting her. Stef wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the bulge pressing against her core. She started grinding on it as best she could.

‘Damn, girl. Do you ever stop?’

‘I can’t help it, there is something about you that makes me want you so bad.’

Under the hotter than hot spray of water, Stef lathered up her hair while Jared watched, he hadn’t stepped into the shower, instead he decided to sit on the edge of the bath, cock in hand, stroking himself. 

‘You could join me,’ she suggested. Steam was filling up the room fast.

‘Oh baby, I got the best view right now.’ 

She could see the intensity of his gaze through his curtains of hair.

Stef loosened the shower head and used the hose to get rid of the last of the suds. Bending down a little to clean her lower half, giving him a perfect eyeful.

She heard his sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t touch her. Her skin was screaming for his hands to be on her. 

Pouting, she stood to face him. 

‘Don’t give me that face, sweet girl. I’ll join you when I’m ready.’ 

Stef gave him a face that she knew meant punishment, she wouldn’t mind him throwing her over his knee right now. 

Bracing herself against the cold tiles, Stef brought the shower head to her folds.

Jared raised his brows in surprise. Good, she thought, maybe this will tease him enough for him to get his ass into the shower. 

Using her free hand, she slid a finger inside, then another. Moving them in and out gently, watching Jared, his eyes couldn’t look away from what she was doing.

His cock was weeping now, holding it tight in his fist. 

It worked. He stood to join her, grabbing the hose from her hand, he placed it back on the hook and turned her so she was facing the wall, wincing when her hot flesh hit the tiles. 

The scalding water was running over her ass as he brought a hand down in a sharp crack. 

Stef cried out with the sudden sharp pain, bucking her hips back towards him.

‘You fucking like that don’t you?’

Stef nodded, chewing her bottom lip so the moans wouldn’t escape.

Another slap on the other cheek. Oh God, this was good. His hand came down on her ass cheek again and again, stopping only to rub the skin to stop it tingling. 

Stef reached between her legs, gripping her clit between her two fingers. 

‘Touching yourself while I punish you for touching yourself. You’re quite a brat, did you know that?’ Jared pressed his cock against her ass. ‘Do you know how much you’re turning me on right now?’ He gritted his teeth, grabbing a handful of her wet hair. Her head wrenched sideways so he could pull her chin toward him before taking her mouth with his. Tongue and teeth and no air. Stef gasped when he let her go. 

‘Get out of the shower and wait for me outside.’

Stef did as she was told, feeling the slick between her legs as she grabbed a towel and began drying herself outside the bathroom.

When Jared appeared he was still wet and still very, very hard. 

There was a fire in his eyes, gone was the man who had greeted her with hands and smiles and kisses. Here stood a man that was demanding she open herself up and let him plunge in to take everything she had to give. 

He was again watching her while she opened the towel, his eyes drinking her in. Licking his lips as he saw her bring her hand between her legs. A soft moan coming from her lips as she began getting herself off. This wasn’t a movement to get ready for him, she was going to cum, he knew. 

He needed her, but he didn’t want to take this moment away from her. She moaned again while he started touching himself, his large hand wrapping around his cock, his movements getting faster now watching her beginning to shake. 

When his name left her lips and she was throwing her head back, he moved in and pushed himself inside her.

He was rutting into her with such force, the bed shifted under her. Grabbing at the sheets around her, she cried aloud. Thrusting as if he had never fucked before, he would pull out a little before slamming back into her again. 

Stef grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him down. He roared as he came. She was gasping beneath him, seeing that she was still moving her hips against his, he brought his hand between them.

‘Let go of me,’ he ordered. 

His fingers pressed down hard on her clitoris, his face inches from hers as she cried out and tightened around him. Riding out her orgasm, she tried to move away from him, his fingers still playing across her sensitive bud. 

‘Oh god, Jared, please stop, please stop.’

But he kept up the pace he started, pulling another orgasm from her. Stef couldn’t breathe, the intensity was too much. When he pulled out of her, she took an intake of breath. Laughing into the shock of it. Never before had she had two orgasms in a row. 

Jared lay next to her, wrapping a long arm around her, stroking her skin as she came back down.

‘You’re cold.’ He said. ‘Come on, get dressed.’ With shaky hands, Stef managed drag a hoodie over her head, folding her arms across her body. A desperate need to pee had her back in the steamy bathroom. She probably needed another shower after that. Holy cow did that man make her feel everything all at once. 

‘Are we doing anything today?’ Jared was wearing a pair of sweatpants when she came back to the bed. 

‘I was going to go sight seeing, but I got some better things to look at today.’ Stef bit her lip, watching him scroll through his phone, his biceps bulging as he held himself up on his elbows. He gave her a sly grin and motioned for her to join him.

Laying next to him in silence as he scrolled and leaned in every so often to place a kiss on her forehead. 

‘Have you always been like that in bed?’ Stef mused.

‘Like what?’

‘Commanding.’ 

Jared rubbed his nose into his hand, sneezing loudly. ‘Sorry. No. I like it though.’ He threw the phone down and lay on his side, stroking his hand against the inside of her thigh. 

‘You always liked being told what to do? And if you say you don’t like it I won’t believe you.’

‘I love it, there’s something about your demeanour, it changes so quickly and I’m a quivering mess.’

Jared ran his hand a little higher on her leg, tracing patterns on her skin.

‘Would you let me take complete control sometime?’

‘Like a full on dom?’ Stef bit her lip, the thought alone bringing back the white hot need between her legs.

‘Well, no not that. Or maybe that I’m not sure, I don’t have any experience with it.’ He laughed, a little embarrassed.

‘I’m surprised, this is new for you?’

‘Yeah. My wife, she doesn’t like rough play. At all.’ He lay his chin against her shoulder, rubbing the stubble against her. 

‘And you like it.’ Stef tried to wriggle away from him, ‘you’re hurting me with your chin.’ Giggles taking over.

‘I’m sorry, but I like seeing you squirm.’ Rolling over her and pinning her beneath him. 

‘I do like it,’ he continued. ‘I tried it, after we did the video. She wasn’t into it.’ He shrugged. 

‘But!’ Jared placed his forearms alongside her head, ‘I have to confess. It riled me up quite a bit, me with my hand around your neck. I never thought something like that could be such turn on. You trusted that I wouldn’t hurt you.’

Stef agreed with a hmm sound, loving the weight of him on her. 

‘I had a serious amount of wanks that week.’ 

Stef burst into a fit of laughter. 

‘What? Hey, you’re not meant to laugh at my confessions.’ His dimples appearing as he grinned wider at her. The vibrations of her laughter causing him to laugh too.

‘I’m sorry, baby. The idea of it is wonderful. I love the fact that you had to do it. I did it too.’

‘Oh you did?’

‘Hell yeah.’ Her tongue was in his mouth before he had a chance to answer her. Kissing like they were teenagers again, hands everywhere. 

A rumble from her stomach brought them back to reality. 

‘You wanna go get some food?’

Stef nodded, still kissing him. 

‘Get dressed then, I don’t want anyone else seeing that ass.’ 

‘Oh, only you get to see it?’

Jared threw her a glance, pouting, ’Damn straight.’ 

CHAPTER 13

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Under Your Spell (Part 10) - Ashes On My Shoes

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing. 

Chapter WC: 2,458

The night of the Texas show was here. Stef was always nervous for every gig, why wouldn’t she be? There were a hundred and one ways that things could go sideways. Most of them had already happened during her career. But Jared would be at this show. He had text her to say he was incoming, ’With the boys.’ She assumed Jensen would be joining him. 

The bus was parked up next to the venue, the first of bands that were playing with them had started their set. Stef was already dressed for the stage, usually she kept it simple enough but tonight she made a special effort to be a little more flamboyant. Claire had helped her put together this flowing ensemble. A dress with a plunging neckline that just about reached to her navel, long sleeves and a train of black and silver material that followed her around as she walked. It was a flirty, Morticia Addams inspired dress with a slit up the front that came up to her knees. When she moved it dragged behind her, showing off her long legs. 

The legs that Jared had kissed and ran his fingers up and down teasingly the last time they were together. He said he loved her legs. She loved them when they were wrapped around his waist.

‘Focus, Stef.’ she scolded herself in the hand held mirror she used to put on her make up. 

Just then her tour manager pulled open the door, shouting ‘you decent?’

‘Yeah, come on in,’ Stef had one more coat of mascara to do and she was done.

‘Wow, you look great. You going on a date afterwards?’ Jeff was cool, he was a friend from years back, from the beginning. Always a good guy to have with you on tour. You needed a snack at 3am, he got it. You needed a replacement guitar string before you ran on stage, he had it ready. 

‘Maybe.’

Jeff carried on with his checklist, talking to himself more than to her.

‘Your stuff is on stage, the band are hanging in the waiting room. You staying on the bus?’ 

‘Nah, I’m going to go in now.’

‘Just so you know there are some fans at the gate, waiting for you.’

There were always a few people hanging around the venue before her shows. The first time she got off a bus with people shouting her name was definitely one of the highlights of the business for her. They were the reason why she still did shows. Her fans were always hungry for more music.

Recognising a few of the faces in the crowd, Stef hung with them for a few minutes.

They were complimentary about her ‘new style,’ asking if it was for the new album.

She agreed, butterflies nesting in her stomach again at the thought that she had made this effort just for Jared. What had become of her?

Smiling and doing her best poses with the fans, she waved them goodbye. Promising to give them a shoutout from the stage.

The venue was packed. Though she put that down to the most excellent support acts that were with her. Slipping into the backstage area through the rear entrance, she noticed her band mates were rowdy. 

‘What is it about the Texas crowds that get you guys so wound up?’ She laughed, watching the empty mini bottles of Jager tumble down from their ludicrous game of dominoes. 

‘What is it about Texas that’s got you looking like that?’ Evan queried, the boys wolf whistled. 

‘Settle down.’ She scolded. Forever the mother. These guys had been around nearly as long as Jeff. She found them all adorable and annoying, referring to them as her ‘hairy ass babies.’

Curing her nerves with two glasses of whiskey, she saw the second support act coming backstage, sweaty and loud. 

They’d be up next. 

Jeff appeared again, ‘Hey Stef, c’mere.’ 

‘Your friends just arrived,’ he said in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards Jared and Jensen. Misha stepped out from behind the two taller men and waved energetically. ‘Hey!’ he called across the corridor at her.

Stef ushered them into the room. Giving Jensen and Jared a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Jared was smiling from ear to ear, but said nothing.

‘Hey hot momma,’ Jensen tried to keep a straight face, glancing at Jared. ‘Can’t wait for the show. We brought this idiot, he loves your music too.’

‘I’m a new fan.’ Misha pulled her into a tight hug. ‘Not as big a fan as Jared, but I still love your stuff.’ 

Misha seemed to be a guy you could instantly like. Stef patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was done. 

’Sorry, I’m excited to meet you. Jared talks about you non stop.’

‘Do I?’ Jared was looking at Stef, taking her in, his eyes pausing on all the right places of the dress. 

‘You do, actually.’ Jensen clapped his friend on the back. ‘Come on, let’s get ready for this show then.’ He gave Misha a playful push out the door and threw Jared a look that said ‘hurry up.’

When they had disappeared, Jeff pointing the way up to the box Stef had booked for them, Jared was still standing over her. ‘You look beautiful.’

She could feel herself getting a little bashful. ‘Thank you,’ she replied, deciding it was best to just say it rather than pass it off as ‘this old thing?’

‘Good luck, I can’t wait to see you play.’ He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. That surprised her, she didn’t think he wanted to advertise that they were somewhat ‘together.’ 

‘I can’t wait to play for you.’ Stef smiled, giving his chin a little tug. 

‘You got about five minutes,’ Jeff came back and took Jared by the arm, leading him out of the door. 

With the lights glaring into her face, she could never see the crowd. That often helped with her nerves. Being up there made her feel so vulnerable, that was why she loved doing it so much. It was like therapy, pouring her heart out into the songs and letting them take over. The crowd were waiting impatiently when the lights went down. It was her cue to walk on stage. The guys were at their instruments, playing the intro to the new single. Stef reached the mic as the beat kicked in, her words flowing easily. Everything sounded right. In the moment, she forgot everyone around her. Forgot about Jared sitting forward in his seat taking in the show, watching her move with the music, doubled over when the high notes required it. 

There was little time to chat between songs, Stef preferred it that way. It was easier to just get on with it. 

She hated the ‘hey there..*insert city* you’re the best.’

Halfway through the set, she thanked the crowd for coming out, introduced the band and pulled out her acoustic guitar. 

‘This isn’t usual for me, I like to kick it full steam ahead for you guys. But, someone recently sang this song to me and it revived some old feelings. Despair and lost love. Sounds good, right?’ The crowd whooped and cheered.

‘Ok, cool.’ Stef started right into the song, keeping the pace that Jared had set when he sang it to her on the floor of Jensen’s cabin the night they first made love. 

Burning soft skin of two

Trying hard to let go of you

Hoping it will do

Pulled right out from underneath you

She heard the crowd singing it along with her, her breath caught in her throat when she finished the song, pushing her guitar aside and holding up her hands in thanks to the fans. 

‘You know what, I don’t usually say this, but y’all ARE the fuckin’ best.’ 

Backstage, everyone was in high spirits. The whiskey was flowing and Stef was so buzzed. Misha was taking pictures of the band, wanting her to strike some ridiculous poses with Jensen and Jared.

Several of the shots made it on to instagram. Jared and ‘the boys,’ each posted a picture with Stef, exclaiming about how great the show had been and how excited they were to be invited backstage.

Stef even posted one with Misha, Jensen and Jared holding her up as she lay across them. There were so many comments on it, she just didn’t have the energy to read them.

Back on the bus, the guys were continuing their little party in the ‘living area’ behind the driver. Jared had come back with Stef to have a chat before they had to go.

Checking that no one was watching, Stef pulled him halfway into her tiny bunk, there was no way the both of them would fit in there but they managed to squeeze in, legs dangling out from behind the curtain. Giggling like teenagers, they made out for a while. Jared punctuating each kiss with how much he enjoyed the show. Eventually, after several phone calls from an increasingly pissed Jensen, Jared took his leave. Kissing her wrist to her shoulder and then giving her several kisses that made her head spin, he left. 

‘Stefanie’s got a boyfriend!’ One of the guys stuck his head out through the sliding door of the living area, he was so drunk he could barely stand. 

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Stef threw a pair of his balled up socks at him. ‘And clean up after your-damn-selves.’ 

The next day they were playing a much smaller venue, but the crowds were still coming out, thankfully.

Stef had taken a moment to look at her tagged posts on social media. There were a few great shots taken the night before, she was incredibly grateful her tits didn’t pop out of her dress. 

‘Wow, you know J2?’ ‘OMG Jensen’ ‘OMG Jared’. Was how most of the comments were going. Several were suggesting she was fucking one of them, or all three.

‘She sucks, her music sucks and she’s ugly.’ Charming. Stef often deleted the nasty ones, coz who wants to see them, right? 

There were more followers on all platforms, that was nice. More people to hear the music, she supposed.

Her heart skipped a beat on seeing a post on insta from Jared. It was a picture of them striking a ridiculous pose, his arm around her waist. They were doing their best blue steel. The second was a shot of him, Jensen and Misha heads together at the show and the third was Stef on stage, she couldn’t recall what part of the night it was. 

‘If anyone gets a chance to see this girl live, go see her. You rocked us last night, Stef. So proud of you.’ Several love hearts.

Misha commented, ‘get your hands off my girl, Jared.’

Jared: ‘And how long do you know her that you think you can lay claim?’

Jensen posted several laughing emojis, ‘as MJ said boys, ‘the girl is mine.’

Stef liked each of the comments. Adding her own ‘I’d take all three of you, no problem.’ To which Jared added a sad face and a broken heart. 

Her phone began vibrating, the long stream of comments disappearing. Oscar’s name was flashing on screen.

‘Hello, Oscar.’ Her voice was a little husky from the night before.

‘There she is. I see your show was well received last night.’

‘Oh?’ She feigned ignorance. 

‘There is a write up about it already, some fans of Supernatural are getting quite excited about it. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone from the show would you?’

‘Maybe.’

She heard Oscar sighing down the phone where there would usually be laughter.

‘You better not be messing around with a married man, Effie.’

‘Why would that be any of your fucking business, Oscar?’

‘I thought as much, you won’t deny it either. I noticed something about you when you came down for Dar’s party.’

‘You noticed what?’

‘Well, don’t get me wrong you are always lovely but you were simply glowing when you arrived at the airport.’

‘Oh shut up, you’re so full of crap.’

‘Am I?’

She supposed he wasn’t. But again, she didn’t want to tell him he was right. 

‘Yeah, your silence speaks volumes.’

‘I’m a big girl, Oscar. I look out for myself. Always have.’

The last two words stung him and she knew it. He shifted in his chair, she heard him clear his throat the way he always did, before he wanted to launch into a speech about how she was getting herself into trouble.

’Before you start, because I know what you’re going to say!’ She warned, hearing him start to tell her to watch herself.

‘I appreciate your concern, but I’m not getting myself into anything I haven’t thought about for many sleepless nights. We have...an agreement.’

Oscar scoffed, ‘so you’re fucking a married man. That’s fine is it?’

‘It is for us, Oscar. Please don’t judge me.’

‘I can’t not judge you. What’s with you lately? You’re not really acting like yourself.’

‘Hey, you told me I needed to loosen up a bit.’

‘Loosening up a little means go out with your friends more and have some fun. Not start a relationship with a married guy. A famous married one at that. Jesus, Stef, you have to be more careful.’

‘Oscar, I appreciate the concern.’

‘That’s it? No fighting back?’

‘I don’t want to fight, not with you. I can’t fight with you anymore.’

Oscar was sighing again. ‘Promise me, you’ll be sensible. I can’t stand seeing you broken hearted.’

‘Oh don’t start that shit again, please.’ Stef buried her face in the crook of her arm, laying across her bunk. 

‘I mean it, Stefanie. Don’t do that to yourself, you’re worth more than that. You’re more than a mistress.’

‘I know that. And as I said, it works for both of us right now.’

‘Yeah, yeah sure. You frustrate me so much, you know that?’

‘I do. It’s why you love me though.’ 

Perhaps she had chosen the wrong words, his voice which had been pleading was now just sad.

‘Fuck sakes. I’m shaking my head right now, but you can’t see me.’

Stef bit her nails, ‘yeah but I can imagine it, vividly. You still got that nice head of hair?’

‘Yep, I’m shaving it off as soon as this movie is done.’

‘I hate your bald head.’ Stef complained.

‘I am doing it just to annoy you, and I will be sending pictures.’

‘Ugh, delete me from your life please.’

‘Never,’ he smiled a little, ‘I gotta go.’

‘Later Oscar.’

‘Goodbye, love.’

CHAPTER 11

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 30) - Heaving Nights Between Friendship and Flame

Summary: An OFC & Oscar Isaac fiction.

Finale

Married Jared! Single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut, thigh riding. 

Chapter WC: 3,152

Curse the things that made me sad for so long

Stef tipped the wine glass and let the cool liquid rest against her tongue. This was going a lot better than she expected. Oscar had arrived fashionably late, breezing into the restaurant and sitting himself down across from their guests. ‘Sorry I’m late,’ he winked at Stef, seeing she had ordered a drink for him.

‘Good to see you again, Richard.’

‘Oh please, call me Dick.’ Richard waved a hand, dismissing the formality. 

‘And Claire, you look great.’ 

Claire was always expecting a compliment, even though she seemed to brush it off, Stef could see she was loving the attention. 

Oscar turned his dark eyes on Stef, resting a hand on the back of her chair he looked as if he was waiting for her to make an announcement.

‘You look good too?’ Stef offered, confused at the look he was giving her. 

He chuckled, nose crinkling. There was a silent conversation happening between them. No, Stef hadn’t told Claire that they had decided to start dating again. 

Oscar eyed Stef’s drink, filling it up before she could decline a top up.

‘Amazing how our schedules all allowed us to be in the same place at the same time!’ Stef was nervous, her palms were starting to sweat a little. Why did she decide on the black satin dress when there was a perfectly nice dress in a sensible material in her closet. The satin dress showed off her curves and pushed up her cleavage, which always needed a bit of help. As her mother used to say ‘it fits you where it hits you.’

And she was trying to impress Oscar, Stef had rolled her eyes a couple of times at the thought. Wasn’t it the same whenever you began dating someone? Not like he didn’t know every inch of her by heart. 

Stef cleared her throat, squirming as she felt Oscar’s fingers graze her shoulder. 

‘So, Richard has agreed to direct the video!’ She was excited about the idea. The band had a few hour long sessions via skype recently with all the new ideas they had.

Stef threw Richard’s name out there, knowing he had never directed a music video before but it would be crazy fun.

Claire handed a creased and over used notepad back to Stef, ‘And I’m doing the costumes.’

‘Wonderful, it’s all working out!’ Oscar smiled at them. Everyone seemed happy and he couldn’t even say it was the alcohol. 

‘I can’t believe you are going to spend that much time sewing diamonds onto a jumpsuit,’ Oscar had declined dessert, deciding instead on leaning back in his chair to sip an espresso martini.

‘Not diamonds, I love Stef but if I get any diamonds, I am keeping them.’ Claire giggled, pushing her ample cleavage together, looking to Richard, whose gaze was exactly were Oscar’s was. 

That woman knew how to dress for attention. Stef bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. 

Hint hint Richard, Stef thought.

‘So crystals, whatever.’ Oscar was looking at the drawing Claire had done for Stef’s outfit. ‘That’ll take a lot of time.’

‘I’ll have time. Actually,’ Claire leaned forward, her cheeks flushed on her perfectly glowing skin. ‘I’ll have a studio.’

‘Where?’ Stef piped up, knowing how small Claire’s house was.

Claire pressed her lips together, looking like she wan’t to explode and implode at the same time. She looked to Richard to get the go ahead.

‘I’m moving to L.A. to live with Rich.’ She gushed, grabbing his hand. Richard smiled, fully aware that he had hit the jackpot with Claire. They both seemed so...happy. Stef hadn’t said anything, anything she thought of saying wouldn’t be enough. 

‘Seriously fucking happy for you guys,’ she said finally, raising her glass. 

She meant it too. Claire would have the man of her dreams, a good studio to finally build her business back up and good weather to go along with it. Stef was a little jealous of the last part.

They clinked glasses and toasted to the good news. 

‘Excuse us while we go smoke,’ Oscar signalled for Richard to join him, leaving Claire and Stef with a wink.

‘Anything you wanna tell me?’ Claire wiggled her in her seat and placed her elbows on the table, leaning closer to get the gossip she craved.

‘I am so fucking happy for you, Claire.’

‘And?’ She teased.

‘And it won’t be long until you have that diamond you want.’ 

‘No, that’s not what I’m talking about.’ Claire grabbed Stef’s wrist as she was about to drain the last of her wine.

‘Oscar....’ She whispered, as if Oscar would hear and come rushing back in.

‘He’s here for the weekend.’ Stef replied without changing her expression. How long could she keep it up? Not long, apparently.

In a rush of words that almost formed a sentence she blurted ‘ok we decided to start seeing each other again coz we love each other,’ and saw Claire lean back, her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide with shock.

‘I knew it!’ Claire said with such confidence it made Stef giggle.

‘I knew you guys were seeing each other.’ She took a few sharp intakes of breath and swallowed a large mouthful of wine. 

‘But it’s not fucking surprising!! Oh my fucking god. How come you didn’t tell me straight away? When did this happen?’

Claire had changed mood several times while bombarding her friend with questions. Surprised, happy, smug and finally, indignant.

‘Ok, you done with the questions?’ Stef looked over her shoulder, seeing the men outside chatting.

‘His birthday weekend, when I was in New York. We decided to be adults about it, admitted our feelings and figured we would see how it goes.’

‘And hows it been going?’ Claire was back to wiggling in her seat, eager for information.

‘This is the first time I have seen him in the flesh since then, so I suppose I will let you know when he leaves.’

‘Long distance, oh I feel your pain girl.’

‘Not anymore,’ Stef grinned, ‘you’re moving to L.A.’

They both squealed in delight. 

‘Does everyone know? Does Darius know?’

‘No! And don’t tell anyone, please Claire. Even Darius, I don’t want to get him excited for it to not work out.’

’He would be excited, Stef. He’s always wanted you two to get back together.’

Stef nodded in agreement. 

’Are you happy?’ Claire asked, taking Stef by surprise.

‘I am. If I can keep my crazy mind at rest, it’ll work and I won’t drive him around the bend.’ 

The wine was gone, Stef knew it was best to bow out now and have an evening she would actually remember tomorrow. 

‘You’re not crazy, you know. It’s huge, what you’re doing. You have overcome so much in the last year. Clap yourself on the back and go be happy.’ Claire was pulling out her card, paying for the meal even though Stef had argued with her about it.

Richard and Claire left hand in hand, Claire throwing a wink at them over her shoulder.

‘You told her.’ Oscar turned, raising an eyebrow.

‘She figured it out, which wasn’t difficult.’ Stef slipped her hand into his as they walked. 

‘How are you gonna be when she moves to be with her beloved?’ Oscar led her down a side street, a short cut to her house. 

‘I dunno. Supposing now is not the time to worry about it, I’ll just enjoy my weekend and freak out next Friday?’ Stef shrugged.

Oscar let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, spinning her until her back hit the brick wall. The street lamp overhead fizzled and went out, coming back on again, flickering intermittently.

‘What are you doing?’ 

Oscar’s mouth was on hers in a flash. Her hands were wandering up the front of his jacket, seeking out the warmth of his hard lined chest. 

‘Is there anything you don’t want me to do?’ Came his answer.

Stef opened her mouth to groan, but nothing came out. So surprised was she at being manhandled.

He was kissing her neck, his tongue meeting the skin before sucking softly. His head was between her breasts when she took her first intake of breath.

‘Right here?’ Stef gasped.

Oscar looked up at her and smiled, pecking her on the lips. Taking her chin in his hand, he pushed lis leg between hers, forcing it upwards until she was resting against him.

Stef closed her eyes, feeling the urge to rub against his thigh. It was exactly what he wanted. 

Fucker, she thought. 

‘Fuck me,’ was what she said.

‘Right here wasn’t good enough a moment ago,’ he kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers, hungry for it. 

When they agreed to start anew, she didn’t realise everything would be different. It was ALL new. Though they had kissed and fucked and made love hundreds of times before, he felt new. 

‘Maybe I should hike up your dress and slip my fingers inside you.’ His hand ghosted over her leg, fingers grabbing at the material. 

Stef sighed, leaning her forehead on to his, she found herself smiling. 

‘Mmhmm,’ he licked his lips, watching her squirm against his thigh. ‘That’s what I thought.’ 

Oscar’s hand was up and inside her panties in an instant, moving his leg to get access. Stef cried out with the loss of the pressure only to feel his fingers stroking her sensitive bud. 

‘Or maybe,’ he pulled his hand away and let her dress fall from his hand. ‘I’ll let you go down on me right here.’

Stef looked at him with disbelief, she loved that dirty mouth.

‘You’d love that wouldn’t you?’ Oscar kissed her lightly, watching her mouth slacken, her tongue running against her lower lip. 

‘That’s my dirty girl,’ Oscar sounded pleased with himself. 

Stef kissed him like she didn’t want to stop. And if someone’s laugh hadn’t echoed off the walls surrounding them, she may not have stopped. The thoughts of sliding to her knees and opening his pants were all that was on her mind. 

‘Still don’t care if anyone sees, huh?’ 

‘Either I go down on you right here or you can at least get me off with those fingers.’ 

Oscar drew back, his face neutral, the bulge in his pants betraying his arousal. 

‘Remember our first time?’ 

‘Of course I remember, we had nowhere else to go. We had to fuck in an alley behind the music centre. It was hot.’ 

Oscar again parted her legs with his own. Stef wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on while she ground against him. ‘Get yourself off. I wanna see your face.’ Oscar whispered, teeth grazing her earlobe. Resting her face in the crook of his neck, she felt it spreading out from the pit of her stomach, her fingers were tingling. She was gonna cum hard. Shivering, she clawed at his jacket. 

Oscar took her face in his hands and kissed her, smothering the cry he knew would come. Nails dug into his shoulders, her cunt aching from the emptiness while it throbbed lazily from her orgasm.

Oscar set her back down on her unsteady feet. ‘You gonna be ok to walk back?’ He asked softly, brushing his thumb against her jaw.

Nodding, she cleared her throat. Stef felt a little embarrassed, in the flickering lamp light, he picked up on how flushed she was.

‘You ok?’

‘Yeah, that actually brings back some memories.’

They were walking again, hand in hand. 

‘Sure did. At least we have a bed to go back to these days.’

‘Why didn’t we do it when my mom was out, what were we thinking?’ 

‘Your mom was never out and I shared a room with my brother. I know you like it dirty but I don’t think you’d want my brother watching you.’

Stef crinkled her nose, ‘nah.’

‘Hence, the dark alley. It wasn’t so bad though.’

‘Let’s get back home so I can at least repay you.’ 

Oscar pursed his lips, purring. ‘What you got in that filthy mind of yours.’

***

Brendan was rubbing his face on Oscar’s leg, leaving an unnecessary amount of hair behind. ‘Man, he loves you.’

Stef slid onto the bed, watching her cat show Oscar more love than she had received from him in months. 

‘Do you let him sleep up here?’ Oscar stroked the soft hair under Brendan’s chin.

‘Hell no, he’s not allowed in here.’

The bed creaked when he stood up, ‘come on buddy out with you.’ 

Brendan followed him like a hound follows his master. Stef could see the flash of his eyes as Oscar closed the door. 

‘Need me to take the squeak out of your bed, Effie?’ 

Stef bit her lip laying back on the bed, parting her legs for effect. Oscar eyed the scene in front of him, fiddling with his belt. 

‘I think, it’s about time you got naked.’ He began rolling up his sleeves like he was about to plough the fields.

Stef watched him for a moment, the heat pulsing from her core. 

Fucking sexy. 

He trained his eyes on her, he said nothing but his face told her everything. 

Unzipping her dress with her back to him, she let the dress fall to the floor. Her bra came off next. Oscar stood stock still, just watching her slow strip tease. 

Kneeling back onto the bed, she crawled over toward him, her eyes meeting his. A silent conversation; pulling down her panties she dipped her fingers against her folds, wetter than she thought…and he had only just rolled up his sleeves!

The sound of his zipper filled her mouth with saliva, like he was a gourmet meal she was about to devour.

His cock sprang free, thick and veined it fell into her waiting hand. His eyes said what he wanted.

She dropped both hands to rest on her legs and stuck out her tongue, licking the underside and guiding it into her mouth. His breathing changed, there was no other signs he was enjoying it. His face remained blank. 

Suddenly, his hand grabbed her shoulder. Stef let him fall from her mouth with a pop. ‘What?’

‘What’s that?’ Oscar was pointing at a scar above her breast. 

Looking down, Stef sighed, it was better to come clean. ‘I like it rough. You know that. Sometimes, I like it to hurt.’

‘Well,’ he said grabbing his cock in his hand, guiding it back toward her mouth. ‘Lucky for you, daddy’s picked up a few new tricks over the years.’

While Stef sucked and moaned around his length, he undid his tie, wrapping the fabric around his fist. ‘Climb back onto the bed.’ He ordered, his voice still soft. 

Obeying, Stef lay back against the pillows. 

‘Do you trust me?’ 

‘I don’t even have to ask what you’re going to do because I already know I want you to do it.’ 

Stef gasped when he bit down onto the sensitive skin of her chest. ‘Leaving a mark of your own?’ 

Leaning back on his heels, he admired her. ‘You’re more beautiful now than you ever were.’ 

Blushing, she tried to hide her face. ‘Don’t,’ he warned. ‘I want to see your face tonight. It’s been too fucking long.’ 

Her hands were bound and her legs were wrapped around his waist. His fingers were deep inside her, rubbing against that spot he had found when they were younger. And he hit it over and over. Stef cried out.

‘Forgot you were loud,’ Oscar said proudly, leaning in to kiss her. ‘I love it.’

Stef was shaking, pulling against his necktie that kept her hands in place. 

When she had gathered herself enough to open her eyes, she saw Oscar breathing heavily, smiling down at her.

‘I want you inside me.’ She didn’t care if she didn’t orgasm again. He had given her so much tonight already. Just feeling him was going to be enough.

Oscar lined himself up, pushing in slow, watching her face. Stef went crazy for this and she didn’t know why; he was fully clothed. There were few things sexier than her man taking her before he got naked. She was laid out bare before him, exposed and vulnerable. 

‘Fuck yes.’ Stef writhed beneath him. 

‘You got new tricks?’ She cursed aloud while he started a good pace, his cock slipping out from her heat and plunging back in. ‘I can’t wait to see what they are, coz this is hot as fuck.’ 

Each thrust would grind him closer to her, going deeper than any man had been.

‘I want your cum, baby.’ Why was she talking so much? Never before did she feel so mouthy. 

‘Oh you want it?’ Oscar flashed her a smile, placing a hand on her throat and squeezing gently. Stef nodded before her eyes rolled back. 

Oscar felt her tighten around him, her body rigid. Her mouth was open in a silent cry. The sight of her pushed him over the edge. Collapsing down next to her, he whispered sweet nothings into her skin. 

‘I don’t think I’ve come that hard in years,’ he breathed. 

Stef hummed sleepily.

‘Oh no, don’t do that.’ He untied her, rubbing the chafed skin on her wrists. ‘No sleep yet.’

Stef tutted, rolling on to her side to look at him.’You wanna stay up all night and talk?’ 

‘That would be nice. We should probably have a few serious talks before I go back home.’

‘No, don’t talk about going home, not yet, you only just got here.’ She whined, grabbing his arm  and throwing it over her waist, snuggling into his side.

Oscar stroked the hair back from her forehead. ‘You want me to move up here and be close to you?’

Stef looked at him, reading his expression, he was for real. ‘But, New York is home. For both of us. When Claire leaves, I got no one up here.’ She hadn’t wanted to think about it just yet, but maybe the freak out she promised herself could come now while she had Oscar to talk her down. 

‘You wanna move back home then?’

‘Oh fuck, what about Brendan, I can’t bring him with me?! I can’t abandon him!’

A soft meow came from the hallway, the fucker always knew when she was talking about him.

‘We will sort something out, don’t worry. He can live with us. I’ll let you sleep for now.’ Oscar kissed her brow, her nose and her mouth, finding her lips curled into a smile.

‘Can’t wait,’ she whispered. 

She was asleep by the the time Oscar stripped and got into the bed next to her. 

‘I love you, Stefanie James.’ 

Stef nuzzled against him, sighing in her slumber.

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Under Your Spell (Part 11) - Surrender

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her.

Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be?

(For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter WC: 2,510

‘And what was the inspiration for this new album, because it seems a far cry from your previous work.’ The DJ had been kind so far. She had spoken to him a dozen times over the phone but this was the first time she had met him in person. Sitting in the small studio, headphones set on ‘small’ but still too big for her head, digging into her ears uncomfortably. 

‘Yeah, it’s definitely a heavier sound. Lyrically, it’s not all too far from the last album. As you grow a little older you learn so much about yourself. This time around I looked back at everything that has happened. I’m a single woman living alone now.’ ‘Happily,’ she interjected as the DJ tried to exclaim his disbelief. 

‘I’m happily living by myself WITH myself, I suppose. You know the human in you will always have something to pine for from your past.’

‘So you’re saying a happier person wrote these lyrics?’ He held the album up for her to see. 

‘Oddly, yeah. No matter how happy we are in life, there is always a niggle there, something will be tugging on your sleeve you know?’

‘I get you. For those that don’t know, I’m talking to Stefanie James, who's new album dropped this week and it is sha-mazing.’

Stef laughed. ‘Never has anyone described it like that, thank you.’ They laughed together for a moment before he started taking questions sent by text. 

‘We have one here about your next video, it’s coming out today?’

‘Yes, the second part to Walk Into The Fire.’

‘Aptly named Twin Flames,’ he explained for listeners.

Stef reminded herself not just to nod, but agree verbally. 

‘Well, this person is asking if the man/demon in the video is who we think it is?’

Stef groaned, ‘it’s not even out yet and people know who it is.’

‘Jared Padalecki, of Supernatural fame.’ The DJ announced. It was ok at this stage. The label wanted the information out there.

Stef agreed with a simple ‘mmhm.’

‘So how did that come about then? The listeners are dying to know.’

‘He heard I was doing a video through some people I had worked with previously.’

‘Oh so he was a fan?’

‘He was, actually. So he got in touch with my people to see if he could be involved.’

‘How did he hear about it, like how would that come up in a conversation.’

Stef laughed, she loved talking about Jared. ‘We were looking for someone ‘large and imposing’ the idea being that he is a part of me that I’m running away from.

‘He is large and imposing.’ The DJ agreed.

‘But a hell of a nice guy. We have become good friends since, he’s truly a great person. He came out to a show with his friends when we were in Texas.’

‘I can’t wait to see the new video, we are going to play Twin Flames now.’

As the song played on in the background, Stef checked her phone that had been buzzing away in her pocket.

Jared: Hey you’re on the radio, I’m listening

Stef: Stalker.

Jared: Am not…:) You’re talking about ME, I gotta hear how great I am.

P.S. New song is great. 

‘Is that Jared texting you right now?’ The DJ mused when the song finished.

‘Yes, he said he loves hearing about how great he is.’

‘Another listener asks if he’s a good kisser?’

Stef swallowed, ‘wtf?’ she thought, then flushed, realising the new video trailer had a flash of them pretending to make out.

‘Oh God, that wasn’t a kiss.’ She blushed furiously.

‘So you don’t know is the answer.’

‘Yeah I don’t know,’ she lied. ‘Probably, if he looks like that he’s gotta be a great kisser.’

‘That’s your final answer.’

‘Yes.’ 

‘So back to you, coz never mind about that hunk, you are in the hot seat right now. What are your hopes for the new albums. Who would you like to touch with it?’

Stef snorted a laugh, ‘who would I physically touch with it?’

‘Yes, who would you assault with the new album.’ 

‘Ok, if I could, I would give my drummer Evan a paper cut with the booklet because he has been posting awful pictures of me all through this tour on social media.’

‘I saw!’ The DJ exclaimed. ‘You with how many sausages in your mouth?’

‘Oh god, that was a dare, I can’t trust those guys.’

‘And I suppose I would touch Jared nicely with it. Since he was such a good sport with the videos we shot. I can think of lots of people I could touch with the new album, but we don’t have all day.’

‘A text just came in to say ‘your lyrics have saved me.’ What do you think of that?’

Stef raised her eyebrows, ‘uhhhhhh, I would say I’m glad. It’s a wonderful feeling when you put on paper your thoughts and people like it and people FEEL what you feel, you know? Showing vulnerability and emotion is a strength and that’s what I’ve always wanted to tell people with my music.’

‘Preach it sister. We will all be praying at Church Stefanie by the looks of this new artwork. For the people at home who can’t see what I’m holding, it’s the lovely Stef in what looks like a bespoke headdress covering almost half of her face and a wonderful flowing gown, surrounded by what looks like druids? Is that right?’

‘I dunno,’ Stef replied ‘people standing around me summoning the gods of good music, hoping they throw me a bone.’

‘Well it looks great, thanks for coming in.’

‘Thanks for having me.’

Jared: Stop talking about me.

Stef: I will and you won’t like it.

Jared: True. You having fun?

Stef: Lots. 

Jared: Where the fuck are you right now anyway?

Stef: New York. 

Jared: You gonna wear that dress for the show tonight? 

Stef: Nah, I’m wearing something smaller and tighter.

A short video came through from Jared rubbing his nipples through his shirt, pretending to orgasm.

Stef sent one back of her licking her lips. 

Jared: I miss your stoopid face

Stef: I’ll be home before you know it.

Realising that ‘home’ was 2,000 miles away from where he lived with his family gave her pause. She was in New York, where Oscar was currently living. Jared lived closer to her than Oscar did and both were what felt like a million miles away.

Sitting in the hotel lobby by herself, she decided to order a G&T. There wasn’t anyone else in the bar, so she curled up in a comfortable armchair away from the world. It got her thinking about how far away she was from everybody. Her parents had passed and she wasn’t close to any other family. She and Oscar had wanted to live in Canada, living in their own world surrounded by trees and mountains. It seemed perfect when they were younger. Then everything went to shit. Stef found him with another woman just as his acting career was taking off, so she kicked him out. 

Finding the perfect home for her and Darius far enough away from everything she had grown up with, in a different country, leaving Oscar behind. Now Darius was gone too. 

She lay her head back on the chair and sniffed, feeling a little alone. Grateful for everything she had, she was happy. But something was missing. 

Stef never allowed her to think of herself as one part, she never felt like someones ‘other half.’ She was complete as herself. 

Being with Jared was raising a lot of emotions she had kept hidden for a long time. It would be typical of her to rip them out root and stem as soon as they dared peek out of the soil. 

Her phone beeped, making her jump a little. ‘Get a grip, Stef.’ She mumbled.

Jared: I wanna see you soon. Do you think we can be in the same place at the same time in the next few days?

Stef sighed heavily, sending him on a list of all the towns she would be in within the next week.

‘Drinking early?’ 

Stef looked up from her phone to see Oscar standing over her, a smile on his face.

‘Oscar! What the hell are you doing here?’

‘You’re in New York and you don’t want to spend every minute of it with me? I’m upset!’ He pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in the tightest hug he could manage. 

It was exactly what she needed, she clung to him. 

‘You ok? I thought I’d surprise you.’

‘It’s a great surprise.’ Stef assured him, slapping the peak of his cap over his face. 

‘Stop it, woman. Two seconds and already you’re making me regret coming here.’

‘Lies.’

‘Yeah, whatever.’

Oscar came back from the bar with quite a large beer for himself and another G&T for Stef.

‘Cheers to you and your success.’ They clinked glasses and drank, each keeping an eye on the other.

‘What’s new?’ He asked, still eyeing her curiously.

‘Nothing since the last time I saw you.’ She sipped the ice cold drink, shivering slightly.

‘You could say nothing new since the last time we spoke. Everything has changed since the last time we saw each other.’ Oscar leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs in front of him.

Smug bastard, Stef thought, shaking her head at him. Sure, the last time they met, they slept together for the first time in years and they hadn’t mentioned it since. 

‘Well then, I don’t want to talk about it.’

Oscar sniffed. ‘Fine.’

‘I listened to your interview.’ He said softly, chewing his lip.

‘I’ve done so many over the last month, I’m afraid I’m starting to sound like a robot.’

‘Nah, you wouldn’t, you ramble too much.’

‘Do not!’ Stef shot him a look, he grinned in reply.

The following silence was interrupted by her phone notifications.

Jared: None of those work for me, how about I fly out to New York to meet you?

Stef replied frantically ‘Wow when can you come?’

Typing typing

‘Earth to Stef.’

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Jesus, you are completely in love, aren’t you?’ He half sneered, half laughed.

‘No. I’m not.’ Stef felt herself getting angry. ‘I hate it when you smirk at me like that. Stop it.’

Oscar sighed heavily. ‘Sorry. Alright? Can we just have a nice evening. As friends.’

‘Sure.’ Stef said, eyeing her phone to see what Jared replied.

Jared: I come every time you touch my penis.

‘Oh for fuck sakes.’ 

Oscar frowned at her but didn’t say anything

Jared: I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. 

Stef: Can’t wait.

Her stomach flipped in excitement, feeling her palms getting a little sweaty, she rubbed them down her legs, leaning over and placing her head between her knees. Oscar leaned over the gap between them and placed a hand gently on the back of her head.

‘You ok, Effie? Sorry if I’m talking out of turn. I don’t mean to.’

‘It’s not you.’ Her response muffled.

Toying with the clasp of her necklace, he didn’t say anything else. If she wanted to share, she would. He could never force anything from her. She gave what she wanted to give. 

‘You hungry? I have a nice place booked for dinner later, you’ll love it.’ Oscar settled back in his seat.

‘I’m so hungry.’ 

‘You been eating ok on the road?’ 

She looked up at him, into those big brown eyes she had loved so much, almost a lifetime ago.

‘No. It’s awful. Every time I go on tour I remember why I don’t like it.’

‘Yeah, but every time you do it you get more famous, eventually you’ll be flying in a private jet.’ 

‘Oh I hope not!’ She scoffed, feeling her mood rising again. ‘I’d hate to be as famous as you,’ Reaching up she took the cap off his head in a swift movement, putting it on her own head.

‘You didn’t shave off your hair!’ 

‘Nah, I didn’t want to piss you off. I seem to be walking a fine line lately.’

Stef decided not to let him bait her, she just flicked the cap down over her eyes and continued sipping her drink. 

‘So...Darius sent me a picture earlier.’ Oscar pulled his phone from his pocket, flicking through his gallery, showing her a selfie of a very pretty girl with her son. 

‘Holy shit, is that...’

‘The lovely girl from the party? Yep, she’s his girlfriend now.’

‘That’s so cute,’ Stef started chewing her lip. ‘You did tell him not to make us grandparents, right? I still have a lot of good-boob years to use up before I can be called Grandma.’

Oscar started laughing, seeing the look on her face was priceless. ‘Don’t worry about it, if we are grandparents, so what, it’ll be great.’

‘Would it? You want more children running around? We only got rid of ours.’ 

Oscar nodded, ‘I’d love more kids.’

‘Really? Stef blinked, surprised. 

‘Yeah. But I’m not gonna worry about it. If it happens it happens.’

‘Twenty years after the last one, that’ll be a shock to the system.’ Stef drained her glass, feeling the alcohol going to her head.

‘Are you fit for another?’ He pointed at her empty glass.

‘Go on then, I’ll let you spoil me for an evening.’

Oscar walked to the bar to order the drinks, turning his head to watch her over his shoulder. She was smiling down at her phone, texting Jared. He wondered if she ever smiled like that when she text him. 

He thought back to Darius’s party, after they had danced together. Oscar couldn’t help but look at Stef and wonder what their life would be like now if he hadn’t fallen into the grip of the other woman. Darius clapped him on the back to get his attention. He was taller than Oscar by a few inches, it was strange for him to look up at him rather than look down. His eyes were like his mothers, but the rest of him was Oscar.

‘Dad, did you ever think of asking mom out?’ 

Oscar opened his mouth and closed it again, feeling like a fish trying to gulp water on dry land. 

‘Ask her out? Why?’ He asked, feeling sheepish.

‘If I were looking at a girl like that, I’d ask her out.’ 

‘Yeah but it’s your mom, we aren’t together anymore.’

‘I know, idiot. You two look at each other when you think the other isn’t looking. It’s stupid. Get over it and ask her out. I won’t even be weird about it.’

Oscar nodded, thinking that maybe she would say yes. 

Looking at her now, there wasn’t a chance in hell. Not since Jared had wormed his way into her life. 

He hadn’t seen Stef happy like this in a long time, he made his choice to just be happy for her.

CHAPTER 12

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Under Your Spell (Part 5) - A Heat You’ve Never Known

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing

Chapter WC: 2,725

Series Masterlist

Claire: 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

Stef: Glad you enjoyed yourself.

Claire: I’m having coffee, wanna join? Must gossip.

Stef: Nah, gotta get rid of the moose.

Claire: WTF?

Stef: Jared stayed in the spare room. I think he’s still sleeping.

Claire: We definitely need to talk. 😉

Stef: I’ll call you later

Stef was sitting on the sofa, feet tucked under a blanket sipping coffee. She had spent a few minutes in front of the mirror fixing her hair, moving it this way and that in an attempt to make it look ‘effortless.’

Shrugging, she gave up and made a pot of coffee, hoping the smell would rouse Jared so she wouldn’t have to go knocking at the door.

Just as she sent the last text to Claire, she heard movement upstairs. The bathroom door closed. Silence again.

Brendan raised his head from the armchair he was snoozing on and deciding it was nothing interesting, curled up again.

‘Good morning,’ Jared rumbled coming down the stairs, fully dressed, looking like an angel fallen from heaven, scratching his tummy as he gave her a lop sided smile.

‘Coffee in the kitchen.’ She sang, unusually chipper.

‘Are you always this good a morning person?’ He sat next to her on the sofa, coffee in hand.

‘Well, no. Not usually. But it has been a long time since I had company in the morning so I suppose that has made a difference. Did you sleep ok?’

‘Yeah, I did, I was out like a light.’ Throwing an arm along the back of the sofa, his hand brushed against her hair, giving a strand a playful tug.

His phone rang. With a grumble he removed himself from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Stef could hear him speaking low to someone, his tone changing when she heard the sound of a child yelling. ‘Hey, buddy, can you do what your mom says? Please? Yeah I’ll be home soon, before you know it.’

Stef felt uneasy, like worms were squirming inside of her stomach. She hated that he made her feel like this, a little jealous of his family. 

You know him nearly a week, stop being such a crazy bitch! Stef told herself, lifting her phone to text Claire again.

I can meet you at yours later, I need wine and girl chats.

Jared walked silently back into the room, ‘Sorry about that. My kids are wild today,’ He ran a hand through is hair, grimacing.

‘I feel your pain. Wait til they are teenagers, then the fun starts.’

Jared put his head into his hands, ‘No, Stef. What have I DONE?’

Having regaled him with a few stories of Darius in his teens, Jared finally decided that he needed to get going. His flight home was leaving that night and he hadn’t packed yet.

Leaning against the door, waiting for the Uber to find the house he searched for something to say that would be a meaningful goodbye.

Stef sat on the bottom stair, wrapped up in an oversized hoodie looking cute as hell. He wanted to reach over and pull her into a bear hug. All he could do was sigh.

‘This week has been amazing, from not knowing you at all to this.’ He shook his head, strands of hair falling into his eyes. ‘It’s just…’

‘It feels like we have known each other years rather than days?’ She finished for him.

‘Yeah, something like that. You better keep in touch though.’

The car pulled up outside and honked impatiently. ‘Oh shit,’ Jared laughed, reaching over with one arm to pull her into a gentle hug. He took the opportunity to smell her hair.  Coconuts. Mmmm.

‘Jared?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Are you smelling me?’

‘Yeah, I am. Just let us have this moment.’

She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest but didn’t let him go as she usually would have, hugs shouldn’t last this long, this was an embrace and the heat radiating from him filled her to the brim, she hugged him tighter.

Another impatient honk brought them to their senses.

‘You just let me know when you get home safe.’ Stef waved as he made his way down the path. He turned and nodded, lifting his hand in goodbye.

When the car disappeared, she felt heavy hearted.

Claire had text back, agreeing to their girly date. Stef decided to have a long, very hot bath and not think about men or music or the ache in her legs from dancing.

***

‘Tell me everything.’ Claire coaxed, filling the wine glasses with an absurdly large measure.

‘No, you first. Since my night wasn’t half as interesting as yours, I’m guessing.’

Claire talked non stop for a twenty minutes about Richard and how good a kisser he was. They didn’t go all the way, but he said he would call and arrange a date. Which was unusual for Claire, who didn’t date.

This whole situation was unusual for both of them. Claire would get excited about a man, sleep with him and move on.

Stef didn’t date at all. She was happy being single. Sure, men came in and out of her life but she never gave much effort in it. It wasn’t a priority. So why was she glancing at her phone every few minutes, like a love sick teenager, hoping the boy will text her??

‘You gotta tell me about your night, he went home with you?’ Claire waggled her eyebrows at her friend.

‘Not for sex, Claire. He wanted to make sure I got home ok. Then he ended up staying. It was late,’ she playfully nudged Claire’s arm, ‘There was absolutely no funny business.’

‘Only you could call it funny business and not come across as a prude. I KNOW what you like in the bedroom.’

Stef scoffed, feigning surprise. ‘Oh, do you?’

‘Because I suggested half of the shit you do.’

They fell into a fit of giggles. For the rest of the night they drank wine and made fun the cheap horror movies they were so obsessed with. Eventually falling asleep together on the sofa.

Stef woke with a groan. ‘Don’t drink three nights in a row,’ she said to the sleeping figure of her friend.

Her phone was ringing.

‘Oscar.’ She croaked.

‘Oh dear, not again.’ He laughed. ‘Were you up to no good last night Ms. James?’

Stef scoffed, ‘Actually, no. Or maybe I was. I’m with Claire. We passed out on the sofa.’ Moving into the back yard, she pulled the door closed behind her. It was hot, even with it being early, the birds were chirping, a little too loudly she thought.

‘Well then yes you were up to no good.’

‘I was out with Claire two nights in a row.’

‘For shame, Effie, for shame!’

Stef laughed. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?’

Oscar cleared his throat, ‘Hold on a sec.’ There was a female voice in the background.

Stef raised her eyebrows, her lips curling into a half smile.

‘Who’s that?’ she asked, hearing Oscar moving back to the mouthpiece.

‘Someone I work with.’

‘Suuuuuure,’ Stef drew out, she had missed teasing him, it had been a while since they had been together face to face.

‘Hey, I’m looking forward to the weekend. You sticking around after the party?’

‘Of course, why wouldn’t I?’

‘Just in case you and mystery lady want to head off to a rodeo.’

‘Oh fuck off, Effie. And hey, I was worried about you, that’s why I called.’

‘Why were you worried about me?’

‘Well, I did send you a few messages, the first you ignored and the second you didn’t even look at.’

‘Oops.’ Was all Stef could say. ‘I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’ve just been busy. Socialising.’

‘I’m happy you’re getting out more. You need to loosen up a bit. You’re getting antsy. And angsty. It’s not good for you to cut yourself off from everyone.’

Stef scowled, she knew he was right but didn’t want to let him know he was right.

‘I gotta go. Thanks for the call. We still ok for Friday? My flight comes in at 8pm.’

‘I’ll be there.’ He assured her before ending the call.

Stef took a long breath and closed her eyes. She was shaking. Either from the hangover or the thoughts of Oscar worrying about her. He did that. Only he could see when she was slipping and always, always, he pulled her back from the depths. Always him. No one else.

After twenty two years, he was still there supporting her, always her cheerleader. It made her sad that she couldn’t move past their trouble, she wouldn’t forgive herself if she forgave him, that was part of the problem. Could she ever trust him again? It was a question she asked herself often, every time they got a little closer, she would pull back and he would feel it and be hurt by it. And the cycle started again. And she didn’t know how to break it.

Frustrated now as well as hungover, Stef huffed and dragged her hair back out of her face, holding it back a little tighter than she should but the sting of it was easing the tension. 

It was there that Claire found her, sitting on the porch steps in the sunshine, breathing softly, eyes closed.

‘You good, girl?’

Claire looked worse than Stef felt. Her make up was a mess.

‘You look terrible.’

‘Well, so do you, bitch.’

Hours later, as Stef sat with her guitar in her lap, plucking the strings, the chords not coming together. But she kept at it. It was therapy for her. She needed to get this song out of her and move on.

Her phone dinged.

Jared: I got home ok. Hope you’re good.

It wasn’t as warm a text as she had hoped for. But, you can never really read someones tone from a text.

Just as she was putting the phone down, another text came through.

Don’t say hi to Brendan. 👀👎🏻

Stef spluttered. ‘Damn, he hates you buddy.’

Brendan didn’t bother lifting his head.

Happy you got home ok. Brendan says he will work on his issues.

She wished she could have him sitting across from her while she strummed the tune she had written purely because of him.

It was catchy, so far she was proud of it. Definitely going on the next album. She placed a star beside the title in her notepad.

Opening the recording feature on her laptop, she sang the opening verse and chorus, with the bare minimum of guitar behind it. It would do. That way she wouldn’t forget how she wanted it to sound.

Jared: I’m open to a reconciliation. 

Taking the opportunity to be a little spontaneous. Stef opened the front camera on her phone, grabbing Brendan and snapping a picture before he could react.

The selfie turned out great, she was smiling, he looked surprised.

Sent.

A moment later a picture came through, taking a little too long to download.

A close up shot of Jared, wearing his beanie (of course) his hand cupping his chin, smiling into the camera.

Her stomach did a flip. ‘Why is he so beautiful?’

Brendan, annoyed at having been manhandled, made his way out of the room.

’Tell me why, Brendan? Why is this my life?’

Her phone rang. ‘Oh,’ was all she could say, seeing the video call option popping up on screen.

Panic answering, she had no time to fix herself.

‘You scared him, he’s run away.’ Stef rambled.

Jared was in the same position as his selfie, smiling into the camera.

‘Never mind that guy. How are you?’

Stef flicked her hair over her shoulder, pulling at her shirt nervously.

‘Writing.’  

‘Is that a state of being for you?’ His eyes crinkling as she smile grew wider.

Stef mirrored Jared by leaning her chin into her hand.

‘My apologies, I am well. Tired, having spent an evening with Claire again. And you?’

‘Two nights in a row, you party animal. My family have gone to bed. I’m sitting here alone missing my new friend.’

Stef felt herself blush and felt the heat ignite in her belly at the way he was looking at her.

‘Cute pictures of you two from the party by the way,’ he was leaning back on the sofa now, laying flat and getting comfortable.

‘Oh god, what pictures?’ Mild panic taking over.

‘You were tagged on instagram. Looks like some bathroom selfies,’ he chuckled watching her cover her face and groan.

’That girl is going to put up the wrong picture of these days and get me into trouble. Hey wait, how did you know I was tagged in a photo. I didn’t even get a notification.’

‘It came up about two seconds before I called you. And I follow you on instagram, have done for a while actually.’

Stef bit her lip, realising she hadn’t actually followed him, just stalked his page a few days back.

‘Hey, I gotta ask, does your wife mind you calling me like this?’

The smile fell from his face a little. ‘Probably, I have told her we became friends after the video shoot. I know she’d like you, we’re just, uh, going through a bad time right now. Nothing that we can’t fix though,’ he added, seeing concern on her face.

‘It’s all good. We’ll get you down here for a Texas barbecue and you can hang with us and Jensen and his family. It’ll be fun. And your son too. I’d love to meet him. Is he like you or his dad?’

The awkwardness was gone from the conversation now as he saw her face light up at the mention of Darius.

‘He is like his dad, dark and handsome. Quite a bit taller though, nearly six foot. Not nearly as tall as you though.’

‘No one is, don’t worry.’ Jared teased.

‘Personality wise, he is like me. He’s reserved, not a bit interested in the fame his father has.’

Jared raised his eyebrows, ‘So, baby daddy is famous?’

Stef considered the fact that Jared didn’t know her all that well, ‘Yeah. We keep our private lives private. We didn’t want Dar growing up with a public life. We didn’t think it was fair to him. But, he’s a man now, he can decide whether or not he wants to go to events with his dad.’

The temptation was too much, Jared had to ask. ‘So, who is baby daddy? Anyone I know?’

Stef giggled, ‘Actually you probably do know him, Oscar Isaac.’

‘Whaaaaat? Oh man, you know I love Star Wars!’ He gushed.

Stef fell into a fit of giggles, ’Oh shit, I gotta tell him Jared Padalecki is fangirling over him.’

‘Well, this is amazing, my new best girl’s baby daddy is Poe Dameron!’

Stef stuttered ‘uh, ok your ‘new best girl’s’ baby daddy is not a fictional character from Star Wars.’

‘Oh come on! I already knew you were cool. I just like you twenty thousand times more now.’

The conversation continued in that manner, both giggling at each other until Stef said she had to get to bed. A proper nights sleep was high on her list.

Before hanging up, Jared held up a hand to get her full attention. ‘Just promise me, you will call me during the week and play that new song for me.’

’A private viewing?’ Stef said, stroking the neck of her guitar.

The look on his face had a rush of heat pool in her core. Inwardly, she groaned as he winked, ‘I am up for any kind of show you want to give me.’

He bit his lip straight after. Stef opened her mouth in pretend shock. ‘It would just be me,’ she lowered her voice. Jared cocked an eyebrow at her.

‘Poe Dameron doesn’t do cam shows.’

Jared groaned loudly, covering his face with his hand.

He went to bed that night and lay awake staring at the ceiling, thoughts of Stef wouldn’t leave him alone, the guilt he felt was immense. He wanted her, there was no question. Did she want him?

Reaching over, he touched his wife's shoulder, finding she was easily roused. She couldn’t sleep either.

‘Baby, we gotta talk.’

CHAPTER SIX

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Under Your Spell (Part 14) - Morning After You

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be? (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Cursing

Chapter WC: 1,928

You doubt and you're desperate, you wear both your cross and your hammer.

Reactions to Twin Flames had been better than she could have ever imagined. The distraction of Jared visiting kept her away from the anxieties of releasing another new song. He had left an hour before the bus pulled away, holding her face in his hands, kissing her like he would never see her again. She missed him already. Already pining for him. He felt the same.

As she made her way across state lines, texts were coming through from everybody she knew.

Jared: I miss you so much. I keep watching this video, wishing we were making it all over again.

Stef: Making the video or making love

Jared: Both :) 

Claire: My god, that video is hawt. Brendan misses you, he’s being a douche rn.

Darius: Mom, that video is amazing, I’m glad I didn’t have to see dad doing those things to you though. Warn me if the next one will be that graphic pls.

Oscar: I was not expecting the video to be like that. It’s both beautiful and confusing. 

Stef rolled her eyes. She could just imagine Oscar’s brows furrowed, thinking over the video. 

Stef: It’s past demons coming for me. I’m allowing them to devour me so I am reborn. I thought you’d be happy for me. Growing up and moving on.

Oscar: So happy for you. x

Several messages popped up from Jared while she drank her third coffee that morning.

Fuck

In trouble

They were Paps

Gen angry. 

HELP ME

Stef snorted with laughter. He was really panicking. 

Chill. I’ll put something up on my twitter about us hanging out, it should take some heat off.

Sure enough, it did. Stef had posted a short tweet about Jared coming to NY to celebrate the release of the song. She tagged her bandmates too. Mentioning that she would see her fans at the next show in Pittsburgh. 

Two more shows in Canada, then home. 

Just before she stepped on stage that night, she shot off a text to Jared.

Stef: Everything ok now?

It was hours before he replied. 

Jared: Still in trouble, will call you later.

They were travelling again, hitting the road as soon as the show was finished. They all stank of sweat and beer. Luckily, they were staying in a hotel the next day. Her phone, on silent, flashed with Jared’s name across the screen. Keeping her voice low while the guys slept, she answered, her heart hammering in her chest.

‘Hey.’

‘Hey you,’ his voice just as low as hers.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Oh, just, Gen not happy we got caught. Photos of us on some gossip website. Did you see?’

‘Nah, I don’t care much for them. I didn’t have food on my shirt did I?’

Jared snorted, the tension easing as he laughed. ‘No. Gen showed me the photos but I told her not to look. We were just having lunch.’

‘Well, don’t look at comments on anything right now, it might upset you.’

Jared sighed heavily. ‘I hate that I’m getting in trouble over this. Can’t I just see my girl without someone else putting it out there for everyone to see?’

‘That’s kind of part of the agreement, honey.’ Stef yawned. She couldn’t help herself, her mind and body were achingly tired. 

‘Yeah, but I broke the rules by going to see you.’

‘What rules?’

‘Well, we date other people when I’m away working. And I’m not working right now, I will be in a week or two but yeah, I may not get to see you all too soon. I’m sorry.’

‘What does that mean for us?’ Stef swallowed a lump in her throat.

‘Nothing baby, I just have to put my energy into my family right now. The kids missed me and I missed them. They’ll be back at school soon...’

‘So, I’ll be put on the back burner.’

‘Nah not like that. Come on.’ He pleaded.

‘It is like that. It’s what we signed up for. It’s not like you’re leaving your wife for me, you have to work between the two of us.’

Jared was silent on his end of the phone, it made Stef feel uncomfortable, she really didn’t know how to move forward in the conversation. 

‘If that’s what you still want,’ Stef said, her voice lower that before. Her fingers winding into her hair nervously.

‘I always want you. Never think that I don’t.’ 

‘But you want to take a break from us for a while?’

‘I don’t want to, but it looks like we have to.’ 

It wasn’t final, but it felt like a kick in the gut. 

Stef couldn’t agree to it, couldn’t say yes or no or fight with him. 

‘Stef?’ His voice came through, she could hear his longing. 

‘Yeah, it’s fine.’

‘No, it’s not. It’s not what you wanted. You told me you didn’t want this to be for everyone else, it was just for us and I promised you that. I said it was just for us. I fucked it up.’

‘I wouldn’t take it back though.’ Feeling as though she couldn’t punish him for everyone else’s reaction to it. It seemed so simple all of a sudden. 

‘No I don’t regret a single thing. Maybe I just need to be a little more careful.’

‘We need to be more careful. I don’t want to talk about shit I know nothing about but I hope your wife isn’t too upset about this.’

‘Yeah well. I’ll have to work to get back in the good books.’

‘Good luck with that!’ 

Jared hummed on the other side of the phone. ‘You know what will get me through the next few days? A picture of my girl.’

Stef smiled. ‘Of me now? I look horrid after the show.’

Jared chuckled, ‘Impossible. And send one to me tomorrow too. I need my fix.’

‘Are we talking kinky pictures or...’

‘Well, now that you mention it, the idea is in my head.’ 

Stef bit her lip, curiosity taking over. ‘Maybe I’ll take a sexy picture. You’ll have to wait and see.’

‘Oh, baby don’t make me wait.’

‘He complains! After having me several ways yesterday.’

Jared whimpered. ‘I’m touching myself through my pants right now.’

‘Behave,’ she scolded playfully.

‘I can’t! You make me feel desired.’

‘Hey, can you not quote my lyrics to me!’

Jared started laughing then, feeling the funk of the last few hours draining away. ‘You make me feel so much better about this whole situation.’

‘It’s nothing, Jared. You can move past this. And I’m here until we decide otherwise.’

‘You mean if we decide to break up? Which we’re not.’ Jared pressed, ‘we’re not are we?’

‘No.’ Stef said with finality. 

There was a voice in the background, she heard Jared pulling the phone away from his face. 

‘I gotta go.’

‘Ok, good luck.’ Was all she could say before she heard his weak ‘goodbye.’ 

***

‘Brendan! My little douchebag, you miss me?’ Stef was kneeling on the floor of Claire’s hallway. Brendan was rubbing himself against her legs, annoyed that she had left him and happy that she was back. He couldn’t decide to be excited or just ignore her completely.

‘He was good for most of the time, but he destroyed some shit, as usual!’ Claire spoke to the cat, not Stef. 

Sitting on her back porch in the bright autumn evening, hands around a strong mug of green tea, Stef gagged with each sip. She hated the stuff, but it was all Claire had.

‘So you hear from Richard at all?’ Stef didn’t want to the conversation to get on to Jared. They hadn’t spoken in three days and she missed him desperately. 

‘Yes! Oh my god, we went out last week, that guy is sooooo funny!’ Claire exclaimed. 

‘So, have you fucked him yet?’ Stef asked, remembering Claire asked her the same question about Jared.

‘I did, actually.’

‘And?’

Claire was beaming, ‘that guy is amazing in the sack. He’s amazing anyway.’

‘Woah, Claire. This is starting to sound like love.’

Claire rolled her eyes, ‘maybe. Oh my god. Listen to me.’

‘You’re gushing about a man!’ Stef couldn’t disguise how happy she was for Claire. 

‘I’m seeing him next week too, he’s working on Supernatural so I get to see him and go on set.’

Stef’s heart sank a little, thinking of Claire on set meeting everyone again. Meeting Jared.

Claire nudged her, ‘You’re coming too, you know! I’m not walking on set by myself.’

‘Am I going? Jared hasn’t asked me.’

‘Shush, Richard said he would arrange it with Jared so we can go for dinner. All of us. All the cast, so it won’t look too suspicious for you guys.’

‘That’s nice of him. So he knows about me and Jared?’

‘Yes. And he’s totally cool with it. He said it’s also cool if you want to join us for a threesome.’

‘Oh tell him yes, right now. Tell him I’m ready and waiting.’ 

Claire clapped gleefully, ‘Oh he will be so happy. He’s always wanted to have a brunette and a redhead at the same time.’

‘You know, if I weren’t seeing Jared, I might even consider it.’ Stef imagined herself rolling around in the sheets with Richard, she bet that guy could fuck. 

‘You’re not exclusive are you? It’s more of an open thing, right?’

Stef considered it for a moment, ‘I guess it is. But, I don’t think Jared would be too happy with the thoughts of me and Richard. And you!’

Claire shrugged, ‘As if he’s not sleeping with is wife too.’

‘Please stop, I don’t want to think about it!’ Stef put her head into her hands.

‘Sorry, but he does. That man has a good thing going. Two women on the go.’

‘Am I foolish, Claire? Tell me truthfully.’

Claire reached over and placed her hand in Stef’s. ‘We have been friends for so long, I would tell you if I thought you were being an idiot, in an instant you know I would.’ 

Stef nodded, agreeing.

‘To anyone on the outside looking in, yeah you could be a little foolish. But this is what you want and it’s what he wants. It suits you both. You’re enjoying it now.’

Claire kissed Stef’s hand. ‘So stop thinking too much on it. Just enjoy the love and attention of a good man with a good heart.’

‘You’re right.’

‘Of course I’m right.’

They fell into silence, thinking of the men currently occupying their mental space. 

‘He has a huge dick doesn’t he?’ Claire mused.

‘Totally. And Rich?’

Claire sighed happily, ‘it’s as big as his personality. God, that man is made for me.’

‘Oh I told Jared I would send him a selfie.’ Stef pulled her phone from her pocket.

‘No, let me take it. Pose sexy,’ Claire grabbed the phone and typed in the pin code. 

Stef leaned back against the rail on the porch, her hand in her hair. licking her lips. her gaze cast down.

‘Pull your tits out a bit, perfect.’ Claire showed Stef the photo before whipping it away and texting it to Jared.

‘Bitch, I can send my own messages!’

‘Yeah but you’ll put something boring. Let me.’

Stef laughed, covering her face with embarrassment seeing the picture that was sent to Jared with the tag line. ‘This pussy is so wet thinking of you.’

Brendan was in the lower half of the picture drinking water from a flower pot. 

CHAPTER 15

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 23) - Oi To the World

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC /Oscar Isaac fiction.

Christmas in New York.

Chapter warnings: Swearing.

Chapter WC: 2,804

Christmas was upon her so quick it made her head spin. Stef was standing at the airport arrival halls, checking her bag every few minutes in case her passport jumped out and made its way home.

Her nerves were pinging like overstretched guitar strings. She spent every Christmas with Darius and Oscar, why was this one making her antsy?

They had misplaced her suitcase, that was irksome. The kind man at the lost baggage desk assured her it would make its way to her address before Christmas Day. With three days to go, she wanted to believe him, but figured she should hit up some stores just in case.

Stef had learned years ago that if the airline ‘lost’ your bag it would either arrive very late or not at all, several years before while on tour, she had ended up playing a show in her boots, grimy jeans and her bikini top because she had nothing else that was clean. That was a messy tour for everyone. Since then, she kept a bag with the essentials with her while she traveled; clean underwear, a spare shirt, make up, toiletries and...oh fuck, she remembered that she hadn’t packed pjs.

‘Mom!’ Darius was elbowing his way through the crowd of people in the arrivals hall, a big smile on his perfect face.

‘Hey kid, how are you?’ Stef pulled him into a hug, her chin resting on his broad shoulder.

‘Good, dad’s outside, there is literally no parking, this place is crazy!’

‘Well, it is Christmas.’

Darius looked about for her suitcase, giving her a look. ‘What? No presents?’

‘Airline lost my bag, I’m annoyed.’

He nodded sympathetically. ‘Come on, before dad is in a bad mood too.’

Oscar leaned in to kiss her cheek, ‘Hey momma.’

Stef rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t make me say it.’

Oscar smiled, his hand fondling the keys in the ignition.

‘Ok, hey daddy.’

Pumping his fist he started the car. ‘I’ve waited so long for you to do that.’

Darius slid into the back seat, missing their exchange. ‘The airline lost mom’s bag.’

‘Aw, shit, no.’ Oscar pouted.

‘I got my essentials,’ Stef patted the bag at her feet.

‘What a way to start the holidays. But, I got the eggnog ready, the place looks amazing, Dar helped me with the decorating,’ he held his fingers out, counting each thing to look forward to.

‘And of course, Indiana Jones is waiting for us.’

Stef felt the whoosh of excitement, it was truly a tradition at this point. Peeking over at her ex lovers face, she saw the blood rush to his cheeks, he was positively giddy.

Darius was texting, ignoring his parents. Stef wondered how many more Christmases she would be spending with him before he started his own traditions.

Oscar nudged her elbow, ‘hey, this’ll be fun. You’ll learn to chill.’

‘My mind doesn’t chill, you know that.’

‘We’ll see,’ he replied, before starting the engine.

***

Moments after dropping her bag at the door and pulling off her boots, there was a cup of eggnog in her hand. Darius was on some handheld gaming device that Stef didn’t recognise (Oscar always organised the tech gifts) and Oscar was lazing in his sweats, guitar in his lap, strumming mindlessly.

This is what it was for Stef at Christmas. Up late singing with Oscar while Darius slept curled up on the rug by the fire, at least until he grew a bit too old to sleep to get excited about Father Christmas visiting.

‘You could at least take off your coat and relax.’

Oscar leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his curls falling against his brow.

Stef was wearing her warmest, fluffiest sweater, it had been mind-numbingly cold when she left home that morning, but Oscars living room was lit up with Christmas lights, candles and a fire burning, and honestly she was starting to sweat a little.

‘I’m gonna shower first if you don’t mind.’

Oscar shrugged, turning back to the guitar, strumming a few familiar chords.

Stef noticed her album propped up against he wall next to his stereo, she felt the warmth in her tummy at the idea of him listening to it. He was always so supportive.

The shower pressure was thunderous, the water beating down on her already sensitive skin. Wincing, she reached over and turned down the spray. Any other day she would have loved it. But, not after the last few love making sessions she’d had with Jared. Each time they started making out it had been nice, soft, and ended rough and intense, him bending her body to his will, trying to find different ways to outdo the last time she came. Every orgasm he pulled from her was done with love, she knew, but her body was starting to fold in upon itself. That was just what Jared wanted.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see the bruises on her hips, her ribs. Pressing against the finger marks on her thighs she could feel him there, the hot sting of him buried inside her, his breath on her neck.

Her nipples were hard at the thought, remembering him in the bathroom, the fogged up glass of the shower cold against her palms as she tried to hold herself up while he fucked her. Then afterwards, he took her from behind while she watched in the mirror, seeing his mouth fall open while he slid inside her, one hand wrapped around her neck, bending her over the sink. Each thrust of his hips brought her to the edge, his fingers grabbing hold of her hip to keep her steady, legs shaking beneath her.

Even now, two days later, she could still feel him. And she missed it. Missed the power he had over her, trusting him to do as he wished with her.

Her fingers were trailing against the marks on her shoulder, teeth marks and hickeys, trailing down to her breast and right there by her nipple, a fresh bite. That had hurt. His fingers were inside her, all of them, ripping her apart as she came hard, his teeth sinking into her. There was nothing else in the world like it, the throb of her pussy, swollen from his hands and his mouth, before he even started fucking her.

Stef moved her hand between her thighs, her head falling forward. If she was quiet, she could get herself off in a couple of minutes thinking of Jared’s mouth on hers, grabbing her face between his hands, throwing his head back to get the hair out of his eyes. The way his eyes closed and he swallowed hard when he entered her.

‘I know you will come when I tell you to.’ He had said, holding her head in his hands, his forehead against hers.

Her cunt was aching to be filled, her fingers weren’t enough, but the thoughts of him was, she was dripping when she came, biting her lip hard so no one would hear her.

Oh god, she thought, the fuck is wrong with you??

After she cleaned up, scolded herself again and slipped on the extra pair of clean clothes, she checked no part of her skin was visible. The choice of sweater covered her neck, only a little of the burn on her right wrist could be seen. She stared at it for a moment, poking at it with her finger. She probably should put some cream on it, it stung a little, she had pulled against her restraints, it was gonna happen.

‘You ok in there?’ Oscar called from the other side of the door.

Stef opened the door, letting the steam escape. ‘Have you forgotten what it’s like living with a woman? We take our time in here.’

Oscar looked sheepish, ‘sorry. But the pizza is here.’

‘Pizza! You never said there was gonna be pizza!’ Stef hopped onto his back as he walked into the kitchen, his strong legs bracing to keep himself upright.

‘Have you taken your pills today, Effie?’ He laughed, one of her arms was around his neck. ‘You’re choking me a bit.’

‘Sorry,’ Stef jumped down and grabbed a slice of the biggest pizza she had ever seen. ‘All veg?’

‘All veg,’ Oscar stuffed his mouth and licked his thumb.

‘So how’s life?’

‘Same as it always is.’ Stef answered between mouthfuls. Darius had a plate perched on one knee in the living room, his ear to his phone.

‘His girlfriend,’ Oscar nodded toward him.

‘Cute.’

Oscar shrugged again. ‘I’d like to say we had our shit sorted when we were his age, but who does?’

‘If anything, we were in disarray.’

Both of them sat quietly studying their son for a minute.

‘Life sucks and then you die,’ Stef said quietly, feeling Oscar’s eyes turning to her.

She laughed, then snorted, causing Oscar to fall into a fit of laughter.

Darius turned around in his chair to look at them, rolled his eyes and continued his conversation.

‘Life doesn’t suck now though, right? You’re happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.’ The invitation to talk about Jared was there, she knew, but she didn’t want to offer up any information.

It was her turn to shrug. ‘I suppose.’

She heard him sigh. ‘Come on, eat up. We have so much tv to catch up on.’ Oscar knew she would relax after a while. Always afraid to tell him anything, lest the rug be pulled from under her. He understood, he was partly, or mostly to blame for the rift between them. Actually, he thought, he was all to blame.

She was better with him now, this relationship had brought out the playful side of her again, he had missed it more than he cared to admit.

‘I got you a gift you can open now!’ He suddenly burst out, startling her.

‘It’s not Christmas yet, Oscar.’

‘No, it’s perfect timing since your bag isn’t here.’ He hopped off the kitchen stool and jogged over to the tree, grabbing a nice sized package. Stef followed him in, curious as to what was going to sort out the no clothes issue she was having.

Darius had finished the call, looking a little glum. ‘Open it, mom, he seems real excited about it.’

Oscar was smiling, eyes twinkling as he watched her rip open the perfectly wrapped gift. Heavy material fell open in her hands, ‘Oscar, what the hell is this?’

Both men were laughing, Darius bent over holding his ribs.

‘Amazing, Oscar thank you. A Star Wars onesie with your face all over it.’

‘Hell yeah,’ he choked, ‘and look’, he pointed to the crotch. His face really was adorning all the important parts.

Stef buried her face in it, she couldn’t hold back the laughter. ‘Thanks so much, it’s everything I ever wanted.’

‘Should have gotten Dar one as well.’

‘No thank you.’ Darius piped up, shaking head, throwing back a glass of eggnog.

‘You made that way strong, dad, jeeeesus.’

‘Yep, trying to get your mom drunk.’

‘Ugh, please no. You’ll be up all night.’

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up with surprise, ‘Darius, what the hell way is that to talk about your mother.’

‘Ugh, I meant singing and playing guitar. Oh god you guys are gross.’

‘Hey, no arguments. I have been here an hour!’ Stef emptied her own glass and shoved it in Oscar’s direction, jiggling her hand so he knew she wanted a refill. ‘I won’t say no to getting a little fucked up.’

‘Now we’re talking,’ Oscar flicked Darius’s ear, ‘follow your mom’s lead, she’s the sensible one here.’

While Oscar disappeared to get refills, Stef’s phone started buzzing in her jeans pocket. She slid out onto the back porch cursing the cold air as she answered the call.

‘Hey girl, get to NY ok?’

‘Yeah, I did, not here long and the airline lost my bag.’ She grumbled.

‘Aw man, shitty.’

‘How is everything on your end?’

Jared sighed heavily, ‘home and surrounded by children and I need a break already.’ Stef could hear someone screaming in the background, following by crying.

‘Shit, hang on.’ He disappeared for a moment. ‘It’s ok, it’s been handled.’

‘So what’s the plan for the next few days?’

Stef ran through the general stuff that always happened around Christmas time. Some shopping, some sleeping, drinking, playing cards and writing songs. Standard stuff.

‘And you’re with Oscar and Darius?’ Jared queried, as if he didn’t already know the answer.

‘Yep, same as always. Though, I wonder how long before Darius doesn’t want to hang with us for the holidays anymore.’

‘I still hang with my folks,’ Jared offered, trying to cheer her up.

‘Sure, but if he goes and spends it in a different country or gets married it’ll just be me and Oscar staring at each other. How awkward would that be.’

‘You guys don’t get along if he’s not there?’

‘We do, but we know each other a long time, it’s not exactly exciting.’

Jared chuckled, ‘Christmas is never the same unless you are a kid or have kids.’

Stef shivered, ‘agreed, I’m in the yard and man, it is fucking cold here. I wish I had you to keep me warm.’

Jared hummed on the other end of the line. ‘That’d be nice. I most likely won’t get to see you until after the new year, probably the end of January.’

End of January, a whole month to go, Stef thought unhappily.

His family needed him more than she did, that was for sure. She was being greedy with his time, wanting every spare moment he had to be spent with her.

The familiar gut clenching sensation was back, oh why did she have to feel for him? That wasn’t in the plan. That wasn’t what she had wanted. Honestly, she had forgotten how it was when you met someone and fell for them over time. It hadn’t happened for her in a long, long time. She hadn’t fallen for anyone since Oscar.

Stef turned to look in at the living room where Darius was still eating pizza, talking to his father. Oscar was gazing back at Stef, nodding in agreement to whatever Darius was saying.

Had Oscar ever fallen for anyone else since her? She had been sure years ago, he seemed pretty serious with someone for a while, but that fizzled out.

He was intense. Everything about him made her tingle, even now with his eyes on her, Stef rubbed her neck unconsciously, wondering what the hell was thinking.

‘Stef?’ Jared was laughing, ‘you still there?’

‘Sorry, distracted.’

‘Yeah, no kiddin, want me to call you back later?’

‘Sure, go have fun with your family.’

‘You go have fun with yours.’

My family, she thought, stepping back into the warmth. This was her family. Sighing happily, she threw her phone onto the sofa and took the eggnog from Oscar’s hand, their fingers brushing for a second.

He didn’t say anything, everything he wanted to say was in his eyes, his perfect expressive eyes.

‘I think I’ll slip into that onesie, the eggnog has made me feel like jeans aren’t the right thing to lounge in.’

Oscar raised an eyebrow and watched her make her way back to the bathroom, she was humming away to herself.

Darius burst through the door when she had changed, she could hear him release the loudest piss as she giggled her way into the living room.

‘Close the damn door, no one wants to hear that, buddy.’ Oscar shouted. ‘Ha, look at you.’ He eyed Stef, asking her to do a twirl.

She spun on her tip toes.

Oscar licked his lips, ’Well, you did tell me once that you had a beautiful place for me to put my face.’

Stef looked down at her crotch to see Oscar’s serious ‘Poe’ face look back her.

‘Oscar, you’re a bad man,’ she sighed.

His nose crinkled as he smiled at her, ‘ready for a movie?’

‘Yeah,’ Stef threw herself down onto the sofa, loosening her ponytail. Oscar sat at the other end, grabbing her feet and gently placing her legs across his lap.

Stef looked across at him while he settled in, pushing at a cushion until he got it at the perfect angle, his fingers working the remote.

The opening scene started up, Darius joined them with a beer in a glass she remembered stealing from a pub in the city.

Smiling to herself, she caught Oscar looking at her. ‘Ready?’

Stef grinned back at him, ‘ready.’

Let’s just relax and forget about the world outside of this house for the next three days, she told herself.

No band, no music, no complicated relationships. Just her, Oscar and their son.

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 27) - I Keep On Biting Til I Feel It

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/ OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef makes a phone call she didn’t think she’d make.

Married Jared! Single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Angst, swearing, masturbaton.

Chapter WC: 2,450

Spending the weekend with Darius had been fun. They spent a little time at her mom’s graveside, then drank a few vodka’s in her memory at a bar downtown. 

It was the first time in a few years that they had one on one time. Stef could feel herself relaxing out of ‘mother mode’. They were sitting outside of the airport when Darius brought up Jared, not for the first time that weekend.

‘You don’t like him?’ Stef asked, sadly.

‘I do like him. He’s cool and he seems really into you. But, I dunno mom, I’d hate to see you hurt again.’

Stef put her hands into her lap, looking at people rushing in and out of their cars, trying to avoid the snow fall.

‘I hate that you remember the first time.’

‘I barely remember it, but you were pissed at dad for years.’

Stef snorted, half in amusement, remembering. 

‘I really didn’t let him forget it, did I?’

‘No,’ Darius’s voice, deeper than his fathers, sounded unusually snippy. 

‘I agree with that to a certain point, but.’ he hesitated, watching his mothers face. ‘Did you ever ask dad what actually happened?’

Stef whipped her head around to look him in the eyes, ‘I was there, Darius, I saw. That was enough.’

Darius huffed and looked out the window.

‘If Tanya did that to you, would you forgive her? Stef rolled her eyes and continued ‘actually, I don’t wanna have this conversation. I don’t want to argue with you before you go back to school.’

‘I’d at least hear her out.’ Darius regarded his mother for a moment and shrugged, he had said his piece. 

‘Don’t give me that mom look,’ He drew the corners of his mouth up into that cheeky smile she loved so much.

‘Give your mom a hug and don’t give her a headache, please?’ 

Darius got out of the car and walked to her side, grabbing her into a bear hug. 

‘Thanks for coming to see me baby boy.’ 

‘Take care of yourself, mom.’ 

Darius looked back over his shoulder as he walked into Departures. ‘I’ll kick his ass if he hurts you!’

***

Stef sat in her car, deciding she would text Claire and see how she was doing. 

Stef: Hey how did the weekend go? Darius surprised me and came to visit, I just dropped him at the airport.

It took only a few minutes to get a reply.

Claire: that’s so sweet! did Oscar come too?

Stef: Nah, he hurt himself on set, it was just my boy.

Claire: Poor Oscar. I’ll be back on Friday, so we can hang or go for food or drinks. Whatevs.

Stef smiled at the phone, tears threatening. Claire always remembered the upcoming weekend was a bad one. Each passing year, Stef would get less sad about her mothers passing and somehow that did make her sad, but in a different way. Claire was a great friend, albeit an unpredictable whirlwind of craziness and love. 

Stef was grounded and quiet where Claire was a leaf tossed in the changing directions of a gale on an island in the Atlantic. 

They complimented each other perfectly.

Stef: Perfect. tell Rich hey from me. xx

Claire had gone down to meet Richards family. Stef didn’t recall that ever happening before. The thoughts of it ignited excitement for her friend. Finally.

‘Ok, time for some music to calm me down.’ Stef poked around at her playlist until the familiar sound of Devin Townsend’s ‘Kingdom’ came onto her speakers. Hitting the road back home she could only think about what Darius had said about hearing his girlfriend out if she tried to explain why she kissed someone else. Stef knew she never let Oscar explain, she was too angry, upset, humiliated. 

Shaking the thoughts from her mind as she pulled up outside the house, she swallowed her pride and called Oscar.

His voice was muffled when he answered.

‘Hello?’

‘Shit, can you hear me?’

‘My name is not shit.’

Stef rolled her eyes.

‘I know you’re rolling your eyes,’ his familiar chuckle warmed her insides a little.

‘Am not.’

‘I gotta tell you, I was so surprised when I saw you were calling me.’

‘Why?’

‘Coz you never call me.’

Stef scoffed, ‘I do!’

‘Nah, you don’t, tell me, when was the last time you called me.’

Stef closed the door behind her. Brendan was slinking down the stairs, watching her with his green eyes narrowed. 

‘It’s Oscar!’ Stef declared. The cat stopped at the end of the stairs and looked at her expectantly.

‘Who are you talking to?’

‘Brendan.’ Stef was rubbing the soft fur under his chin, cooing at him as if he were baby. 

Oscar was laughing again. ‘I miss that crazy cat.’

‘He has calmed down a lot now. Usually if he misbehaves, I tell him he will have to go see Aunt Claire for a weekend.’

‘I imagine a weekend at Claire’s would be a lot more fun than you think.’

Stef hmmed a response, not really listening to him while she took off her coat one-handed.

‘You ok, Stef?’

‘Yeah, all good. Why?’

‘Not to keep at it, but you called me and you never call me. Is something up?’

‘Nooooo,’ Stef felt a little caught out, ‘I just wanted to see how you were, your foot, I mean.’

‘Just my foot?’ Oscar was biting back a giggle. 

‘Well, you hurt it!’

‘The rest of me can go fuck itself.’

Stef stopped dead in the middle of the living room and threw her head back, closing her eyes. ‘I could use a massage.’

‘You are so strange, you know that?’

‘Am not!’

Oscar was in a good mood, despite being in pain.

‘So what’s up with the foot? Darius said you hurt it in a stunt or something?’

‘Yep, I was doing a really cool and impressive stunt, and whatever way I landed, I twisted my ankle little.’

‘Oh, that sounds awful. I can’t wait to see the stunt that took you out.’ Stef laughed.

‘Ha ha, Stef. You’re all heart.’

‘Do you think you’ll live?’

‘I might, if only to see your face one more time.’

‘Oh fuck, you’re not allowed to do any more period dramas.’ 

‘I have help here anyway, I’m good,’ he said, exerting himself loudly as he shifted off the bed.

‘Who’s there?’

‘No one....I got a crutch.’

‘Oh.’

‘You sound like a crazy ex-girlfriend.’

‘I am.’

There was silence between them for a moment before Stef remembered why she called.

‘Thank you for getting Darius to visit me. That was a nice surprise.’

‘You’re welcome. He wanted to do it since last January, but he didn’t tell me in time and there were no flights.’

‘He’s so sweet.’

‘Yeah, he gets that from me.’ Oscar said, without missing a beat.

Stef sighed loudly into the phone. ‘Ouch,’ Stef’s hip brushed against dining table, pulling her jeans down with her free hand she inspected the large finger sized bruises there.

‘Earth to Stef, what’s up?’

‘I have a bruise on my hip, hurts like a motherfucker.’

‘Where did you get that?’ Stef caught herself before she tumbled out the words ‘Jared’s hands were holding me still while he fucked me hard, the way I like it.’

‘Walking into this dining table too often.’

‘You should move it.’

‘Good idea, come up here and help me rearrange my house so I don’t keep running into things.’ 

‘I’ll sit on the sofa and point to things with my crutch. You can care for me while I recover.’

Stef bit her lip, trying to imagine the scene. ‘I don’t know if I’d be a caring enough nurse to get you back on your feet.’

‘I disagree, I’ve seen you care for your mom and you raised a child. But I agree, you may not take care of me the same way.’

‘You make me sound mean, I was trying to be funny.’ Stef wiggled her fingers under the tap, there was plenty of hot water there for a bath. That may be just what she needed. Bubbles and wine. Why not, she was alone and needed to think. 

‘Definitely not mean. You are anything but mean.’

‘I dunno, maybe I am a horrible person,’ she said softly, more-so to herself than Oscar.

‘What the hell? There’s definitely something up with you Stef. You’re calling me, walking into furniture and telling me you’re a bad person. Do I have to come up there and tell you all the reasons why you’re great, coz you’re not listening to me now.’

‘Gonna hobble up?’

Oscar laughed. ‘I hear water. You’re either running a bath or having an almighty piss.’

‘Oscar!’ she scolded, ‘a lady passes water, we don’t piss.’

‘No matter how many times i ask you not to pee while you’re on the phone to me, you still do it.’

‘I know you too long to be shy around you.’

‘As long as it stays at number 1 and doesn’t drift into the number 2 zone. I would rather stay where I am if that’s what is the future offer.’

‘What are you rambling about?’ Stef poured a generous amount of bubble bath into the running water, enjoying the sight of it frothing furiously. It was gold and glittery. The glitter didn’t stick but it gave her a golden sheen that looked a little like a tan, depending on the light. 

‘Ok thanks for telling me about your bubble bath.’

Stef gulped, did she actually say that out loud?

‘I would actually love a bubble bath right now, but if I got in, I couldn’t get back out. I need a nurse. Will you wash me, Stef?’

‘I would wash you and leave you sitting in the cold bath water until you wrinkle up like a raisin.’

‘Woah, I’m glad we stayed friends.’

Stef cleared her throat, ‘so I was talking to Darius when I dropped him at the airport.’

‘He get going ok?’

‘I haven’t heard, I assume he got the flight. Anyway, he was a bit annoyed, well, maybe annoyed is not a good word, maybe more disapproving of how you and I dealt with things.’ Oh this was going to be happening now, why did the words keep coming out of her mouth?

‘What things?’

‘You know what I’m talking about,’ Stef lowered her voice, hoping she wouldn’t have to hear this conversation.

‘He brings it up sometimes with me.’

‘I understand why he brought it up when he was a kid, hoping his parent’s would fall in love again and get back together, but why is he brining it all up now?’

‘Would it be something to do with him meeting your...boyfriend.’

‘So you heard. I didn’t know he was coming up, if I did I wouldn’t have invited Jared over.’

‘He high tailed it out of there, Darius said.’

‘Kinda.’

She couldn’t see Oscar shaking his head. 

‘You ok?’ 

‘I’m fine, just feel like my head is spinning around after this weekend. I don’t want to have any more arguments, maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up.’

‘What do you want to know?’

The question was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t want to ask, did she?

There was silence between them again, she hated this. 

‘Stef?’

‘Nothing, I don’t want to know anything.’

Oscar sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I don’t think he’s entirely comfortable with you having an affair with a married man, no, don’t interrupt,’ he started, hearing Stef grumble on her end of the line. ‘The only reason is he doesn’t want to see your name dragged through the mud, that’s all. He wants you to be happy. People are dicks, you know that. Neither of us want to see you hurt by the fall out.’

Fall out, yes, that’s what was coming. She could feel it.

 ‘People should mind their own business.’

‘You’d think! But they don’t. They want to tear us to shreds over shit they don’t understand. You love him?’

‘Yeah,’ there, she admitted it.

‘Then fuck everyone else and what they have to say. Just don’t get caught with him or tell anyone whats going on.’

‘That’s conflicting information, Oscar.’

‘Well, that’s how it’s gotta be when you love someone you know you shouldn’t love.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Does that help?’ Oscar was fidgeting, she could hear him.

‘Yep. Thanks.’

‘You don’t sound convinced.’

‘I’m stripping so I can get into the bath.’

‘Effie!!’ His voice, high pitched and exasperated tone made her laugh. 

‘I’m kidding. Not as if you haven’t seen it all anyway.’

‘Yes, but we are not on video call and that’s not fair.’

‘Stop! Anyway, what’s your plan for the day?’

‘Well, I got some nice photos I’m gonna look at while I’m incapacitated.’

‘Which photos?’ Stef dipped her hand into the hot water, perfect temperature, she would be red as a lobster in there.

‘Just some more old photos I found in the loft. Plenty of you and the band. Baby photos. Some of you on the beach.’

Stef gasped, ‘shiiiiiit, I forgot about those. Can you skip past them?’

‘You know, maybe I should, you were only about 17 in them.’

‘No, I was 18. It was my eighteenth birthday.’

‘Huh,’ Oscar decided, ‘well you’re legal in them, bonus.’

‘I’m ending this phone call,’ Stef laughed. ‘Please don’t sell those photos to the press.’

‘Your nudes would make me a rich man, Effie!’

‘Goodbye, Oscar!’

‘Goodbye, love.’ 

Dipping into the water, Stef felt the stress lifting a little. Silence drifted into the space around her, the whorls of scented steam shielding her from the world. 

Her fingers, as they always seemed to do these days, ran down her stomach, stopping when they reached between her legs.

That day at the beach had been sexy as fuck, although she had forgotten about it almost completely. 

Oscar had taken pictures of her, with her permission. They had been joking about in the dunes having left their son with his grandparents. After posing for a few shots, Stef decided to be daring and took off her bikini. There was no one around, why not?

It was only afterwards she realised how many photos Oscar had taken. They had looked back on the once after. It was hot. At least Oscar thought so. That was the only time she had ever allowed anyone to take her photo while she was naked. 

The thoughts of him looking at them now had her fingers dipping inside herself. Her orgasm coming faster than ever before. ‘Goddamn it, Oscar.’ Stef sank lower into the water. 

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Under Your Spell (Part 4) - Last Night Was Something

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Ratings: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff). 

Chapter warnings: Flirting, mentions of sex, swearing.

Chapter WC: 3,225

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Just wanna dance with you all night When everyone has their disguise I’ll show you my heart is real I’ll show you how this could feel

‘Hey.’ 

‘Hey, yourself.’ Jared give her a smile, a real smile. His eyes were lit up by it. He was actually happy to see her.

‘This is my friend, Claire.’

Tearing his eyes away from Stef, he hurriedly shook her hand and gestured towards everyone. ‘Welcome to the party.’

Jared pulled his hair from his eyes and looked her up and down. The dress she chose was mid thigh, black and shimmering as she moved. He couldn’t help but look at her toned legs, that ass. His eyes lingered on it for a minute before he shook himself. 

Careful, man. You’re married. A little guilt creeping in.

‘What are you ladies having?’ He reached the bar and signalled to the bartender. 

Claire threw her curled auburn hair back from her face, ‘Oh, are you buying?’ 

Stef curled her lips into a half smile, hiding it behind her hand. Jared caught it and smiled himself. Claire was such a flirt. 

‘I certainly will buy you both a drink since I invited you.’ He spoke to Claire but gazed directly at Stef.

‘I will have a glass of white, so will she.’ 

‘Oh will she?’ Jared chuckled and nodded to the bartender. 

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.’

Drink in hand, Stef was introduced to so many people there was no hope of ever remembering their names. Jared excitedly shouting at everyone ‘This is Stef, I was in her music video, it’s how we met.’ He was already buzzed from the few beers he’d had in anticipation of her arrival.

‘And who are these ladies?!’ Came a smooth voice, the stranger cocking an eyebrow and grabbing Stef’s hand, placing a gentle kiss on her fingers. 

‘Uh, this is Stef and her friend Claire. Girls, this is Richard Speight.’ He leaned in towards Stef’s ear so she could hear him over the music, ‘He was in the show but he’s directed it mostly.’ Jared’s hand had found its way around her waist and was resting on her hip. 

‘Yeah I think I recognise you.’ Stef took a swig from the ice cold chardonnay.

Richard placed his other hand on top of hers. ‘Why thank you madam, I will take that as a good thing as I am, pretty wonderful.’

Claire, feeling thoroughly left out, nudged Stef, pointing at someone in the corner, ‘Hey, look is that Jensen. Fuck he’s hot.’

Richard threw a look over his shoulder towards Jensen, ‘Oh? Is he? He’s ok I guess.’ Giving them a mischievous smile he released Stef’s hand. ‘Shall I introduce you?’

‘Oh yes please,’ Claire grabbed Richard by the crook of his arm and they made a beeline towards Jared’s co-star.

‘You enjoying yourself?’ Stef stepped aside to where Claire had been standing, forcing Jared to let his arm drop from her waist.

‘Yeah, it’s great getting everyone together after we finish filming.’

‘I guess that means you’ll be heading back home?’ Stef sipped her drink again.

Jared took a deep breath, deflating a little. ‘Yeah, I will be. For a couple of months anyway.’

‘Excited to see your family?’

‘Of course,’ he swallowed some beer, picking at the label.

Stef sensed his unease, placing a hand on his arm she moved closer to his ear, ‘Want to get some air?’

Leaning into her, his hair brushing against her cheek, he placed a hand lightly on her exposed shoulder. Damn, that dress looked good on her.

He nodded and led the way to the door, careful not to grab her wrist too tight. People could be watching. 

Placing her jacket around her shoulders, Stef crossed her arms across her chest. ‘It’s loud in there.’

‘Thought you’d be used to that.’

Stef smiled softly, ‘I am. Actually, hopefully going on tour late summer, playing a few clubs, making everyone uncomfortable with my singing. Just a few shows, can’t work too hard.’ 

Jared squinted while he laughed. ‘Awesome. You gonna play Texas?’

‘Yep, though I can’t remember the name of the club, you should come out.’ she finished off the glass of wine in one gulp.

‘Well of course, I gotta support my friends. Would you like another?’ Jared took the glass from her, shaking his empty beer bottle.

‘Yes, but I’ll tell you something, Jared Padalecki, you are not to get me drunk tonight.’

‘Oh-ho. So you’re my responsibility for the night?’

‘Well, you DID invite me.’

‘Am I responsible for Claire too?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘Oh hell no, don’t do that to yourself. She’s with Richard, she’s his problem now.’

Jared chuckled, ‘I thought she was your friend?’

‘She is my friend, my very good friend. Who eats men alive! I love her dearly. She is the complete opposite of me.’

‘Am I in trouble tonight?’

‘Oh no, you’re safe. I told her you were off limits.’ Stef saw Jared blush slightly. 

‘So she’s the man eater so that makes you...’

‘That makes me kinda like a slow poison. I take my time, you know? Inject them with my venom and slowly digest them over the years.’

Jared doubled over laughing, causing Stef to snort a laugh. Hearing it made him laugh harder. 

‘Oh boy, you seem to be anything but poisonous.’ 

‘Come on, let’s get inside, you look cold.’ Placing a hand on the small of her back he guided her back into the club, where Claire was dancing with Richard, spinning and landing dramatically in his arms.

‘I thought I might need to save him, but he seems to be enjoying this.’

‘Richard is a playboy, any attention from women and he’s made up. They could be made for each other, you know.’

Jared grabbed another couple of drinks and gestured towards a table by the wall. ‘Come meet Jensen, he’s a good friend, you’ll like him.’

‘So you’re Stefanie, huh? Lovely to meet you.’ Jensen took her hand, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

He smelled so good, she thought. 

‘You’ve heard of me?’ Stef stuttered. Something about him made her feel a little shy, as if she had been stripped of a layer of clothing while his gaze was on her. 

‘This bozo hasn’t shut up about you since he did the video. From what he says, it’s the best work he’s ever done. Hands down. He’s winning awards for it.’

The boys exchanged looks and began poking at each other playfully, both making jabs louder than the other. 

Stef shot Jared her best sultry look, which surprisingly seemed to have the desired effect. Jared’s eyes fell on her face and he stopped messing with Jensen. They held the gaze for a moment before Jensen coughed pointedly.

‘Great to see you’ve become such good friends. Jared introduced me to your solo stuff recently. You’re rockin’ it girl.’

‘Thanks, man, I appreciate that.’ They clinked glasses and drank to making kick ass music.

Jensen was easy to talk to, within a few minutes they had established what other musicians had influenced her. He knew all of them, that was the shocker. He played guitar and sang too, expressing his desire to put out his own album.

‘Hey listen, I gotta use the ladies. Excuse me, gentlemen.’ Placing her empty glass on the table she gave them both a smile and went to find Claire. 

She found her in a corner chatting excitedly to an equally excited Richard. 

‘Hey girl, bathroom.’ 

Claire turned and gave Richard a wink before taking Stef’s hand and leading her away.

‘So you and Richard, huh?’ Stef teased, touching up her lipstick. Just a little more blush and she was good to go.

Claire readjusted her bra, pushing her boobs a little more out of her dress. 

‘So you and Jared, huh? She countered. ‘Oh come on, bitch, don’t give me that look. Jared can’t take his eyes off you. He hasn’t left your side all evening.’

‘He’s a friend, that’s all.’

‘Yeah tell him that. He’s lusting after you big time.’

Stef frowned at her reflection, thinking for a moment about what the hell she was doing. On her side it felt completely innocent, but she knew what she was doing, the flirting was a bit much. It was coming from his side too. 

‘I am leading him on, aren’t I?’ Her hazel eyes turned on her friend, concern changed her face into a grimace.

‘It’s not necessarily leading him on if you both want each other.’ Claire began pulling at Stef’s dress a little. Pulling the material up at the waist, exposing more of her friends legs.

‘You do want each other, right?’

Stef swallowed slowly, managing a nod. ‘I think so, I mean, I can’t make that choice for him.’ Her face pleading, knowing her friend would have no qualms about sleeping with any person she wanted. Claire was always a sexual free spirit. Never tied down. Always enjoying life to the maximum.

‘Bitch, the way he’s been looking at you this whole time, he would near eat you up.’

Stef brought a hand to her face, knowing she was blushing. 

Claire took her hand and pulled it away, ‘Ok, work with me here. We will go out there, be ourselves and have a nice time, dance and have another drink. If Jared wants you, he will come to you, I swear. And you can make your decision then.’

‘What about you and Richard?’ 

‘That man is incredibly funny. And such a flirt!’ She was pushing at her breasts again, they were threatening to spill out altogether.

On hearing a phone beeping, both started pulling at their bags. ‘Not me,’ Claire said, disappointed.

‘Oh it’s me,’ Stef turned her phone the right way up and looked at the notification. 

‘It’s Oscar.’ 

Claire sighed heavily.

‘What?’

‘It’s always Oscar. One of these days you will have to get over each other, you know!’

Stef opened her hands, declaring silently that Claire should explain herself.

‘He fucked you over, you have never forgiven him. He has spent the last 15 years trying to be your best friend.’

Stef bit her lip, ‘he kind of is my best friend.’

‘And he wants to be more, you know. You were made for each other, seriously. But for now, please, go out there and get that hunk. I mean the height of him alone screams ‘I got a huge dick!!’

‘Claire!’ Stef glared at her friend, bursting into laughter at the thought. ‘Girl, you’re going to get me into serious trouble.’

Claire turned Stef toward the mirror and grabbed at her friends chin, ‘Nah, bitch, this face is gonna get you into trouble. That and the fine ass I have caught Jared taking a glance or two at.’ 

With a loud smack landing on Stef’s ass, Claire threw her head back and laughed.

Several selfies later, they left the bathroom and made their way back to the bar. 

Richard sidled up next to Claire and declared he was buying the drinks and would hear no argument. 

He then whipped her away to the dance floor leaving Stef leaning against the bar, taking in the room.

Her eyes landed on Jared as he made his way over through the throng of people dancing.

‘Hey, there you are. Thought you might have ditched me.’ Rubbing at his neck awkwardly.

‘Not at all, just had to make ourselves pretty.’ 

Jared cleared his throat. 

‘You’re pretty all the time,’ his voice barely audible over the music, he stood with a lopsided grin, eyes glazed over.

Stef raised her eyebrows and nodded, mouthing a thanks.

Jared stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. ‘Uhm, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m sorry.’ His demeanour had changed, gone was the smile, his mouth now twisted into a grimace. He turned and walked out of the club, putting the phone to his ear, struggling it seemed to hear the person on the other end. 

Stef looked out at him, noting how wide his shoulders were, biceps flexing as he paced, waving one arm in the air. He was arguing with someone, it seemed. 

Right on time to save her from feeling completely alone Claire appeared and grabbed her hand, Richard grabbing the other, pulling her to the dance floor. She laughed at their enthusiasm. 

Matching Claire’s sexy moves, Richard dancing in a circle around them, clearing the floor for them. Motioning for everyone to watch. This made them laugh even more. By the time they had tired out, they were covered in a layer of sweat. 

Stef escaped the dance floor and stopped at a table where Jared and Jensen had their heads together, talking animatedly.

On seeing her approach, Jared nodded, giving Jensen a heads up. He turned and smiled. ‘Hey, Stef. Having fun?’ Jensen showed her those perfect pearly whites, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

‘I am,’ she was breathing a little heavier than she liked, dancing wasn’t something she did often. Looking to Jared, she could see he was a little red in the face. ‘You?’ 

‘I’m having a great time. But, I shall leave you two as I am going to have to get gone. Early flight.’ He tapped his watch and looked at Jared pointedly.

‘Nice meeting you,’ Stef offered as Jenson blew a kiss and winked at her. 

‘I should probably shoot soon too,’ Stef brushed the hair from her sticky forehead. ‘Thank you for inviting me, I didn’t realise I needed to let loose.’ 

Jared reached out and took her wrist, ‘I’ll walk you out.’

‘Ok cool, let me just grab Claire.’

Claire was grinding against Richard when Stef found her on the centre of the dance floor. With a look and a smile, Stef knew she wouldn’t be going home with anyone but Richard. 

‘You’re cool?’ Stef insisted.

Claire raked her hand through Richard’s hair as she threw a look over her shoulder at her friend ‘I’ll text you later.’

Stef knew that text would entail either a thumbs up or a thumbs down emoji, she couldn’t help but laugh. But gave her friend a quick kiss on the cheek and waved at Richard.

Jared was outside, jacket thrown over his arm. ‘C’mon, I got us an Uber.’

‘Us?’ Stef queried.

‘I’m just gonna make sure you get home ok. Claire not coming?’

‘She will be, later.’ Stef said, winking up at Jared, who gave a laugh and clapped his hands shouting ‘get it girl,’ in the direction of the club.

The journey back to Stef’s ‘creepy neighbourhood’ didn’t take long, the streets were empty, streetlights flashing past, throwing shadows across Jared’s face as he sat quietly.

‘I’m glad you came to the party.’ He eventually spoke, almost too softly for Stef to hear, sleepiness etched in the creases of his smile.

‘I’m glad you asked me.’ 

Pulling up outside her house, she cursed herself at not having not left any lights on. The yard was in complete darkness. 

‘I’ll wait and make sure you get in ok, if you like?’ Jared offered.

‘Oh shit, did I say all that out loud?’ Stef laughed.

‘Yeah you did. Are you really freaked about the dark?’

‘I am a bit.’

‘Ok.’ Jared unhooked his belt and pushed the door open.

He made his way to the opposite side of the car and opened Stef’s door. ‘I’ll look after you, come on.’

Stef insisted it wasn’t necessary, but Jared wouldn’t hear of it. He paid the Uber driver and shrugged his shoulders as the car drove off, leaving them in the darkness of the silent neighbourhood. 

‘Well, I’m stuck here now. The car’s left.’ He joked, sobering up in the night air.

Stef pulled her phone from her bag and switched on the torch. Jared followed suit and they made their way up the pathway to her front door.

‘Did you lock away the beast? I need to use your bathroom.’

Stef chuckled, ‘He’ll be asleep, don’t worry. Come on.’ 

Switching on a few select lights, she threw off her shoes and sighed at the relief. 

Jared watched her face, seeing her eyelashes flutter with the pleasure of being free of her heels. 

‘Fancy a night cap?’ 

Jared shook his head. ‘An espresso, maybe. If I’m to stay awake til another Uber comes.’

‘One espresso coming up.’ Stef made her way into the kitchen, mumbling a curse as her feet hit the cold wooden surface.

They sat on the sofa together having knocked back two espressos each. Jared’s arm draped across the back of the seat, his fingers gingerly reaching out to pull at the little strands of hair at the base of her neck. 

Having taken the opportunity to tie her hair up into a bun and changing into her sweats, she looked half done up. Her make up yet to be removed.

‘You should sleep in the spare room, it’s really late.’ 

Jared hummed. His eyes closed. 

‘Come on, big guy.’ Stef stood and pulled at his hand, realising there was no way in hell she would get him up off the sofa herself.

He chuckled at her efforts. ‘Ok, ok, bossy.’

Throwing an arm across her shoulders, he feigned sleepiness. He really wasn’t that tired, he just wanted to feel her trying to hold him up. Determination on her face and her hand pressed against his chest, keeping him upright. 

‘You got any mouthwash, I have a horrid mixture of beer and coffee in my mouth,’ he playfully smacked his tongue around his mouth. 

‘Yeah, yeah sure, I got some spare stuff in the main bathroom upstairs.

The spare room was right next to hers. A single bed was pushed up against the wall under the window. Posters of old school rock bands plastered the walls. An empty aquarium stood on the bedside table. Darius’s room, Jared figured. 

Removing his belt and his boots, he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Stef knocked softly and pushed open the door a little. ‘This ok?’ 

Jared stood from the bed, taking the few short steps towards her and pulled open the door. Stef had taken off her sweats, instead wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, her eyes widening in surprise from the sudden movement of the tall man as he loomed over her, his eyes drinking her in. He said nothing, but put a hand on her chin, his touch light as a feather, slowly moving down along her neck, stopping at the strap of her top. His eyes never leaving hers, she saw the ghost of a smile as her breath hitched in her throat.

‘Goodnight, then.’ she whispered, taking a step back. 

Jared leaned against the door frame, watching her walk to her bedroom. 

‘Thank you, Stef.’ He put a hand over his heart.

Stef, wondering what the gesture was for, gave him a quick smile and shut the door, keeping her forehead against it as it closed fully. Breathing out a sigh.

‘What are you doing, Stef?’ She breathed, stretching out on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind going back to the look he just gave her, hand on his heart. The way he had his hand resting on her waist at the party. Every look he had given her in the last couple of days replaying in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

This moment shaking in my hands I’ll share this secret for a chance Just to be here with you Just to get lost with you

CHAPTER 5