#Rockstar!Jensen x Reader

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Pure Filth

Pic used: x - It has not been altered.

Summary: You and Jensen enjoy a brief interlude back stage.

Pairings: Rockstar!Jensen x Musician!Reader (You)

Warnings: Smut. Dirty imagery. Brief fingering. Unprotected PinV sex. Public sex (mostly - your backstage, people are around). Little bit of dirty talk.

Word Count: 801

A/N: Okay, so I'm for sure still working on Chapter 5 and 6 of The Quicksilver Princess and barring some sort of disaster, I'll post both chapters by next Friday.

But I still haven't been able to get Austin out of my mind. The man is an absolute sex rock god! and the concert is lingering in my mind. I know I'm not alone. I got this request from @kayyay1219 and I knew I had to write something else besides Whiskey, Neat.

Hope you enjoy!! ❤️

As always, of course, this is a single, multiverse version of Jensen. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

His head was thrown back, his pearl white teeth sunk deep into his plush bottom lip as you rubbed him through his jeans. His body still dripped sweat and the tang of it hit your nose as you buried your face in his neck.

You and Jensen had barely made it off the stage before he'd slipped behind some stacked up equipment boxes to slam you against the wall there, only partially shielding you both from the eyes of those who were running around backstage. 

It didn't matter. 

The rest of the band and the road crew knew how the two of you were together. You fought hard, fucked hard, and made incredible, electric music together.

That volatile combination was what brought endless, teeming crowds to your concerts and made the band skyrocket to the top of the charts over and over again.

So everyone just dealt with the fallout from it.

Jensen's lips were frantic and searching now; he breathed you in as he ran his tongue along your jaw before plunging it, wide and wet, into your open, waiting mouth.

As he inhaled you, consumed you, his hands were pulling at your clothes, shoving them up and out of his way so he could dimple your soft, yielding flesh with his hard fingers, squeezing you so tight it felt like he was leaving his fingerprints behind.

You pushed your hands up under the tank top he wore, running them over his sticky skin to his back, loving the way his muscles flexed and moved under your roaming fingers. 

He lifted your tight black skirt so it sat around your waist and then pushed your panties aside so he could swipe his middle finger and forefinger through your hot, wet slick, coating them quickly.

“Unf, fuck, fuck…” He chanted into your ear, before growling loudly as you raked your nails down his beautiful back, collecting him under your nails. The skin and sweat there made you feel dirty and clean at the same time.

You often joked with each other that the life you lived together was pure filth.

The way you loved each other was pure, even if it was dangerous. The way you clung to each other as Jensen slammed into you, acting as an alchemist, changing you from two beings into one. He was Plato, putting the two halves of your one soul back together, and it was pure. 

But the sounds you both made, the physical reality of the moment between you was filthy. The way he grunted as he desperately tried to get even deeper inside you, the way you sucked in too much air and let it slowly leak out of you in an earthy, whining sigh, the way your bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat - it was filthy.

The two of you together were pure filth.

In the hot, thick cacophony of backstage, he fucked you hard and deep, your leg held to his hip as he drove into you. His other hand was pressed tight against your clit, his fingers circling and creating a sharp and aching pleasure that you knew was about to explode.

He knew it too, and when he spoke his voice was rough, whiskey soaked and demanding, the same voice he used when he sang your songs on stage.

“I want everything from you, baby, squeeze me so fucking tight. Give me all your heat and all your screams.” 

He bent his head to lick the salt from your skin and suck on your neck, drinking you in like smooth, sweet tequila.

With his final thrust, you gave up all he asked for, screaming and clenching around him so tightly that he came instantly, his body rutting against you as your pussy milked him dry. 

You both stood on shaky legs and pulled in shaky breaths as he crushed you against the wall, the only thing keeping the two of you propped up.

Less than a minute passed before you heard your stage manager calling out to you both, standing far enough away that she wouldn't get an unsolicited peep show.

“Come the fuck on, you two!" She yelled at you. “The crowd's going ape shit for an encore!” She walked away, shaking her head indulgently.

You managed to help each other stand up straight; you tucked Jensen back into his jeans, and he pulled your skirt back down.

The way you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you, staining your panties and wetting your thighs, was indecently filthy.

But the warmth in his shining green eyes as he looked down at you, and the way you could both feel your hearts pick up the rhythm of the drums as they called you to the stage - that was beautifully pure.

It was the Yin and Yang of your lives with one another and you wouldn't have changed that perfect balancing act for anything.

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[daylighted]

──ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpre-show pregame ㅤ ♫ ⋆ ｡ ♪ ₊ ˚ ♬ ﾟ .

manager!dean & sunshine. now playing ! greedy, tate mcrae. find sunshine's setlist here.

content warnings. pining. it's a warning bc it's BAD. also john winchester hate. but pls just consider that a given on this page.

he'd loved you since you were kids, dean did.

and he thought he'd been obvious. he thought he'd been obvious when you were both kids, and he'd handmake the dandelions you loved so desperately into rings ─ hell, he'd proposed to you with it.

but you were always destined for things greater than a childhood best friend from your small town you were always bound to outgrow. and so dean winchester did the most irrationally rational thing he could think of at the time, not wanting you to slip through his fingers like water.

he followed.

dean was actually still following you, trailing like a lost puppy.

"opener starts in ten," he says, flipping through the notes in his clipboard, "set should take around 40 minutes, give or take. that means─"

"i love you so much, dean," you say when you spin on your heel, and he's long past ever thinking those words will mean anything besides being platonic and useless to him, but it still makes his heart thump in his chest at the idea they could, "but you do not have to explain my set to me."

dean huffs his annoyance. "i was saying," he grumbles, grabbing a water bottle from the pack set up in the wings of the venue's stage, "before you rudely interrupted to try and be cruel to me ─ worked, by the way, gonna keep me up at night ─ that you have about an hour to eat, drink, do the social media thing, whatever you want. just in the hour constraint."

you were so pretty. your makeup was half done. you had the thickest layer of white powder underneath your eyes that he'd ever seen, and your lips were chapped, still. always chapped. because you're always running your mouth, he'd told you once. still true.

you weren't even dressed yet, either. there, on the rack outside of the dressing room he'd been following you to, was your allotted outfit. so glittery. everything was so damn glittery in the pop scene.

the things he did for you, really.

"you know i can't eat big before a show," you say, as if this is supposed to be new information to him, "did you get─"

"fruit tray, veggie tray, cold water, all already in the fridge."

"and─"

dean slow blinks at you. once, twice. "and your special good luck wine."

your smile is so grateful that it could make him a molten mess, right in the floor of sunset blvd's backstage area. you just had that effect on him, even when he wished that you didn't hold so much power. people looked at you and saw a star; dean looked at you and saw the stars.

he saw the little girl that climbed to the top of the monkey bars to balance on the thin bars, just so you had a wide enough berth to scream barbie movie songs at the top of your lungs to anyone who gathered beneath you. he saw a girl who burned through the school's printer paper to have sheet music of every song you liked. he saw a girl who used to come and sit on his bed while his dad screamed or snored downstairs, and sing half-finished songs to him while writing and rewriting their endings to cover up the sound of it.

they were still dean's favorite songs on your setlist, those ones that he watched come to fruition before his eyes. watching your passion bloom was prettier than any flower, made you prettier, somehow.

"dean?"

embarrassing. he clears his throat, straightens his spine, as if he hadn't just been caught in a daydream by the very person who haunted them. "go ahead."

"don't talk all professional to me," you chide, your lips giving way to the gentle tone of your voice, "i asked if you'd come in and have a glass with me. to celebrate."

your hand is closed around the big clothing rack, the door half open. dean's maybe not very observant when it comes to situations involving you, but he's also not a complete dope.

"you're changing."

you slow blink at him now. "and?"

dean does not know how to explain to you that this is a very bad idea. even if technically, the both of you were married by fairy forest law. you'd said that. he was just still playing make believe, still, whereas your ring fell off and into the thick green grass the same very day he'd given it.

so, he's incredibly mature, and instead says, "whatever." and follows you into your dressing room.

a chaotic mess of niceties, as always. all of your makeup is spilled out on the vanity, but it's not cluttered anywhere else but the vanity. flowers and fan gifts line the couch's arms and the coffee table. the tv is set to a nature documentary, a koala slowly eating a piece of bamboo while the narrator's voice rumbles lowly throughout the room.

two wine glasses in the center of the coffee table. horrible of him to let that get into his head. god forbid he start thinking you want him around and not just to monitor your performances and the finer details.

dean carefully slips around you to the mini fridge in one corner of the room. "just a glass, or─"

he never thought that something as simple as turning over his shoulder would cause so much regret within him. you, half naked, the oversized hoodie you'd shown up to the venue in halfway over your head. your bare stomach. your bare legs. the wire of your bra, now the cups, and─

he cleared his throat and turned away. dean needed to get his shit together.

"just a glass. it's the first show of the tour," your voice is muffled through that big ass hoodie, the big ass hoodie he knows you're currently changing out of, jesus, "can't be half drunk on stage. i'm not jensen or charlie."

right. his ( extremely one sided ) competition. what you, or they, didn't know couldn't hurt them.

so, instead of saying everything that starts spiraling when you bring them up, dean practices the underappreciated art of keeping the not nice words to himself, and moves to the wine glasses on the coffee table. fame hungry idiots, the voice in his head grumbles anyways as he pours one glass, egotistical pricks that don't deserve you, no one deserves you.

dean gives himself three minutes before he looks back at you again. just in case you're still practically strip teasing him, taking off your clothes painstakingly so.

no, you're in that sparkly dress now. the matching shoes sit beside your vanity amidst your chaos, right next to the chair you've planted yourself in. your eyes are lined dark, the white powder beneath them dusted away; your lips shine with pink gloss, no longer chapped but just as swollen. jesus. he's off his game.

dean watches as you swipe the lipgloss applicator across your plush bottom lip. he thinks he could die. "can't you tell," he starts slow, as if the words are pushing through his mouth without him being able to stop them, "that i want you?"

it's not the first time that he's confessed to you. but as always, you have this complex in your head, now, since getting famous, that seems to stop you from believing anyone could want you beyond what art you provide to them.

so it's no surprise when you meet his eyes in the mirror's reflection, a little smile pulled onto your lips, and you say, "i would want myself." your fingers lift and make a grabby hand for the wine glass he offered. "besides, what's to want? you already have me."

dean guesses you're right. still married, even if your ring has wilted and become part of the earth again. still married, even if your only obligation to him now is the fact that he works for you, or something like that. still married, even though he knows your hatred for the other bands under your label is a front. you don't look at dean like you look at jensen. you definitely don't laugh like you do with him like you do with charlie.

but who was he to be greedy? they didn't get to watch you put your ensemble together for your tour's first show. they didn't get to watch you eat blueberries that stain your lips brighter pink. they didn't know that the only thing that calmed your pre-show jitters was the national geographic animal documentaries.

so dean would wait, as he always had before, for his wife to turn the light back on for him, and lead him back into the forest, to the altar of their long forgotten vowed promises.

being greedy wouldn't get him anything.

song credits. making this an interconnected universe was such a good idea i cannot wait to write dean beefing (somehow LMFAO) with jensen. and charlie. but mostly jensen bc that's just so funny. wdym they're gonna look the exact same and never acknowledge it while they're throwing hands PLS.

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[supernotnatural2005]

Imagine sending Jensen a thread of filthy texts whilst watching him perform a gig 👀

AN: This was purely based off of this gif set. Because hot damn!!! 🥵🥵

Warnings: Language, suggestive texts, smutty thoughts - 18+ ONLY

Main Masterlist

Jensen's Masterlist

You stood at the back of the crowd, figuratively keeping your head down as you quietly supported your boyfriend’s band, Radio Company. 

Jensen had a lot of fans, even in your hometown of Austin, and you wanted to keep a low profile so as not to draw any attention to yourself. You were not a celebrity by any means, maybe now by proxy because of your relationship with him, but still, you liked to maintain your privacy. 

Jensen just handled the attention better; he was a natural. Maybe it was for the fact he’d been in the limelight for the better part of over 3 decades, but you think it was also because he was just so genuine. You truly admired him for it. Supernatural had created such a loving and welcoming fanbase that exceeded even beyond the show's eventual end. 

It was incredible to witness and even be a part of for the last few years. So it was no surprise to you that they would support him with his other talents. 

You watched on in astonishment, as per usual, as he sang the last lines of their song—Drowning. One of your personal favourites because it showcased just how beautiful Jensen’s voice really was. He never ceased to amaze you, even now, nearing the 4 years you’d been together.

However, you too enjoyed keeping him on his toes. It was only fair. Though, the way he looked up there, glistening with sweat from his efforts and from the August heatwave up here in Austin; his sleeveless arms gloriously tanned and toned, his longer locks damp and slicked back with a casual hand and bearded jaw. He was only to blame for what you did next. 

You pulled out your phone as the band took a mini break to take a drink and talk to the crowd and opened your text thread with Jensen. 

‘You have no idea how hot I am for you right now.’ 

‘What I’d give just to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you.’ 

‘I’m so wet for you I can feel it between my thighs, every time I move.’ 

‘I wish you could come find out what you do to me.’

The words kept coming, flowing through your thumbs as you tapped away at the keyboard, sending one after the other, getting filthier and filthier with each one. 

‘Fuck, I’m so horny I’d let you fuck me in the restroom after your set.’ 

‘Would you like that baby?’

‘Feel your big cock slip so easily inside me?’

You bit your lip, blushing at your boldness and the increasing wetness between your legs. You were only torturing yourself at this point, but as you looked up, you saw your boyfriend’s frown and him reaching for his phone in his jeans pocket. 

Your heart began to race, heat, other than from the warmth of the room, licking up your spine, tingling your fingers through to your toes. You watched his face go from confused to bewildered to mad. His jaw ticking and the tightening grip on the device were telltale signs you’d pushed his buttons. 

His eyes flicked quickly to where you stood in the back, flipping you off with a look that would only intimidate the unexpected. But you knew differently. That was a look that said, “You’re going to be punished for that when we get home.” The thought alone sent another thrill of excitement through you.

AN: oof 🥵😅 just a quick little impulsive imagine that hit me. But can you blame me! Look at him! 😍 (also as a side note: i have nothing against his wonderful family, this is just purely fiction.) As always, feedback is much appreciated! 💕

[t3l3vangelism]

NEW B౨ৎT ALERT

i lost the original orange coloring i usually use ( </3 ) so if new bots look different from the old ones stfu and keep it to urself cause i’m not changing all of my bots icons i’m too old for that shyt

TEACHER!JENSEN ACKLES ( “early arrival” )

the teacher in the classroom beside his got let go due to budget cuts meaning his class had nearly double in size, meaning he had double his work load. he’s beyond stressed and his partner is miles away filming the climax of their new movie so they hardly ever had time to talk. after a long, tiresome day jensen comes home to a surprise.

DEAN WINCHESTER ( “helping hand” )

dean helps his niece, claire, move into her college dorm a week early and ends up taking a liking to her new roommate.

DEAN WINCHESTER ( “rivalry” )

dean and user have been fueding back and forth for years. they were both lead of similar bands, under the same label, created at the same time. when they’re both invited to a party, dean takes the opportunity to confront them.

[collywobblvs]

BALLET DANCER!READER FROM THE “AFTERCARE” SERIES

posted by/orignal author: @daylighted

link to series: AFTER AFTERCARE MASTERLIST

note for daylighted: just finished the first 5 chapters so here you go, lovey! made it just for you! I’m gonna make one for rockstar!jensen as well and then a visual moodboard for the entire story!

edit: ROCKSTAR!JENSEN ACKLES has been posted!

NONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES BELONG TO ME, ALL RIGHTS GO TO DAYLIGHTED

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

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

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

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

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

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

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

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

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

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I do.”

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

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

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

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

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

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

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

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

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

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

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

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

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

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

“I have to work.”

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

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

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

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

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

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

“Sabrina!”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

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

All of your exes did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What a blessing,” you joke.

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

I love that you’re here.

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

“You know I would have come.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not serious.”

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

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

x

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[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt3/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: FLUFF, Language, Maybe Smut

A/N: Absolutely no hate to anybody irl, its all love, i personally love Danneel. So, no hate at all. tpwk.

The night of the gig, you stood in front of your closet, trying to figure out what the hell to wear. You weren’t sure why you were overthinking it—Jensen seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn’t give a damn what you showed up in. But something about the way he’d looked at you last night, the weight of his words, made you want to put in a little effort. Not too much, though.

Finally, you settled on a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged your curves just right, paired with a cropped band tee and a leather jacket. Casual, cool, and just a touch of edge. You added a silver chain necklace and boots with a slight heel for some extra confidence, then ran a brush through your hair, leaving it loose and slightly messy.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, debating whether or not to go heavier on the eyeliner. “It’s just a bar,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at your own nerves. Still, you swiped on a little more mascara and grabbed your bag before heading out the door.

When Jensen pulled up outside, the rumble of his truck’s engine sent a flutter of anticipation through you. He leaned out the driver’s side window as you approached, his grin widening when he saw you.

“Damn,” he drawled, his eyes scanning you quickly before meeting yours. “Didn’t know I was picking up a rockstar tonight.”

You smirked, walking up to the passenger door. “Just trying to fit the vibe. Don’t get used to it.”

He laughed, hopping out to open the door for you. “Noted. But I gotta say, you nailed it.”

You climbed into the cab, the faint scent of leather and his cologne surrounding you. As he slid back into the driver’s seat, he shot you a sideways glance. “Nervous?”

“About what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“About seeing me in my natural habitat,” he teased, his tone light but his gaze steady.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “I think I’ll survive.”

The drive to the bar was filled with easy conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. Jensen had this way of putting you at ease, like you’d known him for years instead of just a few days.

When you arrived, the bar was already buzzing with energy, the warm glow of string lights and the hum of conversation setting the mood. Jensen placed a hand on your lower back as he guided you through the crowd, a gesture that felt natural but sent a ripple of awareness through you.

“Stay here,” he said once you reached the edge of the stage. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Before you could respond, he was gone, disappearing backstage. You found yourself a spot near the front, sipping your drink and trying to ignore the way your pulse raced.

When Jensen took the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you couldn’t help but smile. He owned the space, his voice rich and rough, pulling you in from the first note. Watching him up there—completely in his element—was something else entirely.

By the end of the set, you were thoroughly impressed. He hopped off the stage, sweaty and grinning, and made his way straight to you.

“Well?” he asked, grabbing a beer from the bar and leaning casually against it. “Am I officially off the hook?”

You gave him a slow once-over, pretending to consider it. “Not bad, Ackles. You might actually be good at this.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a tough crowd, y/n.”

“Gotta keep you humble,” you shot back, smirking.

His grin softened, and he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “Something tells me you’ve got a way of doing that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just smiled, raising your glass. “Here’s to exceeding expectations.”

Jensen clinked his beer against your glass, his eyes never leaving yours. “Cheers to that.”

The bar was quieter now, with most of the crowd having filtered out. Jensen nursed a beer at the corner of the counter, his head turned slightly as he watched you sip your whiskey. The weight of the night, the energy of the music, and the warmth of his presence created a strange sort of stillness between you—charged, unspoken, but not unpleasant.

“Didn’t peg you for a whiskey drinker,” he said finally, his voice low but carrying in the near-empty bar.

You looked up at him, swirling the amber liquid in your glass. “Didn’t peg you for a singer.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smile but close. “Touché.”

You took another sip, letting the silence settle again. It wasn’t uncomfortable; if anything, it was oddly grounding. Still, you could feel him watching you, his gaze steady, like he was deciding whether to say whatever was on his mind.

“You ever get the feeling,” he said eventually, his voice quieter now, “that no matter what you do, there’s this piece of you still stuck somewhere else? Like you’ve moved on, but a part of you hasn’t caught up yet?”

The question caught you off guard, the weight of it unexpected. You set your glass down, meeting his gaze. “Yeah,” you said softly. “I think everyone feels that way, sometimes. What’s keeping you stuck?”

He hesitated, his fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “My kids,” he said finally, his voice rougher now. “And… my divorce.”

You blinked, the confession hitting harder than you expected. “You’re divorced?”

“Yeah,” he said, his laugh humorless. “Surprised you didn’t know. Feels like half the world’s got a damn opinion about it.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t. I guess I just assumed…” You trailed off, not wanting to sound intrusive.

“That I had it all figured out?” he offered, his lips twitching into a bitter smile. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupted gently. “It’s what everyone thinks. Jensen Ackles, family man, happy life. And I tried, you know? I really fucking tried.”

His voice cracked just slightly, and you felt a pang in your chest, unsure what to say.

“I have three kids,” he continued, staring down at his beer. “JJ, Zeppelin, and Arrow. They’re my world. Everything I do, it’s for them. But somewhere along the way… me and their mom, we just stopped being us. We became co-parents. Roommates. Whatever you want to call it. And it wasn’t enough anymore.”

You swallowed hard, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through you. “That sounds… incredibly hard.”

“It is,” he admitted, looking up at you again. “But what’s harder is knowing I hurt them. That no matter how much I try to explain it, they don’t understand why their parents aren’t together anymore.”

You nodded slowly, searching for the right words. “It sounds like you’re doing the best you can. And maybe… maybe that’s enough.”

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “You’re good at this,” he said finally, his tone softer now.

“At what?”

“Listening,” he said simply. “Not a lot of people do that anymore.”

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Not a lot of people talk like you just did. That takes guts.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the conversation hanging between you. Then Jensen cleared his throat, his fingers drumming against the counter.

“I don’t usually unload on people like this,” he said, almost sheepish.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, meaning it.

He looked at you then, really looked, and you felt something shift in the air between you. It wasn’t romantic, exactly—at least not yet. It was something deeper, an unspoken understanding that neither of you had asked for but somehow shared.

“Thanks,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?”

“For not making me feel like a damn idiot for saying all that.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You’re not an idiot, Jensen. You’re just human.”

He laughed softly, the sound carrying a hint of relief. “Human. That’s a nice way of putting it.”

As the bartender started cleaning up for the night, Jensen glanced at his watch, then back at you. “I should probably get you home,” he said, though there was no urgency in his voice.

“Yeah,” you said, though a part of you wasn’t quite ready for the night to end.

He stood and offered you a hand, his touch warm and steady as he helped you down from the stool. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The drive back was quiet, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. When he pulled up in front of your place, he turned to you, his expression softer now.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said, his voice low.

“Thanks for inviting me, and hey, I'd love to meet your kids sometime” you replied, your smile genuine.

Jensen blinked, visibly surprised by the offer. His lips parted slightly like he was searching for the right words, but none came right away. Instead, he tilted his head, studying you with an expression you couldn’t quite read—somewhere between curiosity and cautious hope.

“You’d want to meet my kids?” he asked finally, his voice careful, almost hesitant.

You shrugged lightly, feeling the sudden weight of your words. “Not like that,” you clarified quickly, holding up a hand. “I mean, if you ever bring them around set or something, it’d be cool to say hi. Nothing… bigger than that.”

Relief flickered across his face, and his shoulders relaxed as a small smile curved his lips. “They’d like you,” he said softly. “JJ especially. She’s sharp—probably sharper than me most days. You’d get along.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way his face softened when he talked about her. “She sounds like a handful”

“She is,” he said, his grin widening. “But in the best way.”

For a moment, the two of you fell quiet, the hum of the truck’s engine filling the space. Then Jensen shook his head slightly, like he was shaking off a thought. “You know,” he said, his voice lighter now, “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“To say what?”

“That you’d want to meet them.” He glanced at you, his expression open but vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten. “It’s not something most people say when they find out about my kids. Usually, it’s… I don’t know. Complicated.”

“Well,” you said, leaning back against the seat, “I don’t see why it has to be. You’ve got kids. That’s just… part of who you are.”

Jensen’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he looked away, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “You’re full of surprises, y/n.”

You smiled faintly, turning to look out the window. “Guess you’ll just have to stick around long enough to figure me out.”

His low chuckle filled the cab, and when you glanced back at him, his grin was softer now, more genuine. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Guess I will.”

The following week on set was bustling as usual, with crew members darting between trailers and the low hum of equipment buzzing in the background. You were sitting in your chair, flipping through the next day’s script, when you spotted Jensen walking toward you.

He was dressed down in a flannel and jeans, a trucker hat pulled low over his messy hair. His character wasn’t in the day’s shoot, so seeing him here caught you off guard.

“Hey,” he said, stopping a few feet away. His voice was warm, but there was an edge of hesitation, like he wasn’t entirely sure he should be there.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, setting the script down. “Didn’t think you were filming today.”

“I’m not,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “Had a few things to take care of nearby, thought I’d swing by and—” He hesitated, his eyes flicking over your shoulder before coming back to yours. “Well, JJ wanted to meet you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the name, and when you followed his gaze, you saw a small blonde girl peeking around the corner of a trailer. Her curious eyes darted between you and her dad, and she held a stuffed animal tightly against her chest.

“JJ, come on,” Jensen said gently, motioning for her to join him.

The little girl hesitated for a moment longer before walking over, her steps slow but confident. When she reached Jensen’s side, she tilted her head up at you, her expression suspicious but not unkind.

“You’re the one who works with my dad?” she asked, her voice sharp and inquisitive.

“Guilty,” you replied with a small smile. “And you must be JJ.”

She nodded, clutching her stuffed animal a little tighter. “Dad said you’re pretty cool.”

“Did he?” you asked, glancing up at Jensen, who looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. “Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

JJ studied you for a long moment before her lips twitched into a faint smile. “You don’t look disappointing.”

“High praise,” Jensen muttered, his ears turning pink.

“Very high praise,” you agreed, grinning.

For a while, the three of you talked—well, mostly JJ, who quickly warmed up and launched into a detailed explanation of her stuffed animal’s adventures. Jensen mostly stood back, watching with a quiet kind of pride that made your chest ache.

When JJ finally ran off to explore the craft services table, Jensen stepped closer, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“She’s a little firecracker, huh?” you said, your tone light but genuine.

“She is,” he agreed, his eyes still following her. “Takes after her mom that way.”

You hesitated, sensing the weight of his words. “What was she like? Your ex-wife, I mean,” you asked carefully. “If that’s okay to ask.”

Jensen’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked down, his hat shielding his face for a moment. “She’s… she’s a good mom,” he said finally, his voice quiet but steady. “We just… grew apart. Things got complicated. It’s a story for another time.”

You nodded, not wanting to push, but your curiosity lingered. Before you could respond, Jensen’s tone shifted, lighter now as he glanced back up at you. “Speaking of stories for another time,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “how about dinner? Just you and me. No kids, no set, no distractions.”

Your brows lifted in surprise, and his grin widened, the hint of nervousness beneath it only making him more endearing.

“Is this your way of changing the subject?” you teased, though your heart was already racing.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice low and warm. “Is it working?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Alright, Ackles. Dinner it is. But I’m holding you to that story someday.”

“Deal,” he said, his grin softening into something more genuine.

JJ came bouncing back then, holding two cookies and insisting you take one, and the moment shifted back to something lighter. But as the day wore on, you couldn’t shake the weight of what he’d said—or the anticipation of what might come next.

The next evening, as you finished getting ready, you couldn’t help but replay the moment Jensen asked you out in your mind. You’d exchanged numbers the first night you met—he insisted it was “just in case you get lost on set” with a teasing grin—but the texts that followed were anything but formal. He’d sent a few casual check-ins, a couple of jokes, and even a photo of JJ’s latest drawing with the caption: Future Picasso, right?

Still, this was different. Tonight wasn’t just a casual moment on set or a chance meeting. Tonight, he was picking you up for an actual date.

You kept brushing your hair and making sure your little black dress was perfect, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach as you heard the sound of his truck pulling up outside. A few seconds later, there was a knock on your door.

When you opened it, Jensen stood there, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets, his flannel swapped out for a fitted black button-up that made him look effortlessly put together. His smile was immediate, and a little crooked, like he was trying not to look too eager.

“You clean up nice,” he said, his voice warm and teasing.

“So do you,” you replied, grabbing your bag.

As you stepped outside, he held the door open for you, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered, like he was taking you in for the first time.

The drive to the restaurant was easy, filled with laughter and light conversation. He told you a funny story about JJ’s attempt to negotiate for a later bedtime, and you shared a tale about a childhood mishap that left you both in stitches.

When you arrived at the small, tucked-away Italian place he’d picked, the cozy, intimate atmosphere immediately put you at ease. You were just getting settled at your table when you heard a familiar laugh from across the room.

“Jensen Ackles, as I live and breathe!”

You turned toward the voice to see Jared Padalecki striding over, his wife, Genevieve, trailing behind him with a knowing smile.

“Great,” Jensen muttered under his breath, though the grin spreading across his face betrayed him.

Jared clapped a hand on Jensen’s shoulder before pulling him into a quick hug. “Didn’t know you were bringing a date,” he said, glancing at you with a friendly, curious smile.

“Well, now you know,” Jensen said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Hi,” you said, offering your hand to Jared. “I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Jared interrupted, shaking your hand enthusiastically. “Jensen never stops talking about you.”

“Jared,” Jensen said, his voice laced with warning, though there was a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

“What? It’s true!” Jared teased before turning to Genevieve. “See? I told you this guy’s all grown up, finally asking someone out.”

Genevieve rolled her eyes affectionately before extending her hand to you. “Ignore him,” she said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you replied, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden attention but charmed nonetheless.

After a few more minutes of banter—most of it at Jensen’s expense—Jared finally relented. “Alright, we’ll let you two enjoy your night. But don’t be a stranger, Ackles.”

As they walked away, Jensen let out a long breath, shaking his head. “That’s Jared for you. Subtle as a freight train.”

“I can see why you two are close,” you said with a grin.

“He’s family,” Jensen said simply, his tone warm. “Has been for years. We’ve been through a lot together.”

The way he spoke about Jared reminded you of how he talked about his kids—with an unshakable loyalty that made your chest tighten.

“I like them,” you said honestly.

“They like you too,” Jensen replied, his smile softening as he leaned back in his chair. “But I’m pretty sure I like you more.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Guess we’ll see about that,” you teased, taking a sip of your wine.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, each moment drawing you closer. And as Jensen drove you home later, the comfortable silence between you felt like a promise—one neither of you needed to say out loud just yet.

After Jared and Genevieve returned to their table, Jensen shook his head, a low chuckle escaping him. “You okay? Surviving the Padalecki tornado?”

“Barely,” you replied, still laughing. “Though I can’t believe he called you out like that.”

“He lives for it,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair. “Gets off on embarrassing me.” His eyes flicked to yours, a glint of something more than humor in them now. “But I can take it. Just means I owe him one later.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” you teased, swirling the wine in your glass.

“Always do,” he said, his tone low, his gaze holding yours for just a beat too long.

The rest of the meal passed with ease, though the air between you had shifted. The teasing banter still came, but there was a weight beneath it now, an unspoken tension that grew with every subtle brush of his fingers against yours when he passed you the breadbasket or refilled your water.

By the time the check came, your cheeks were flushed—not from the wine, but from the way his eyes lingered on you, like he was trying to memorize every detail.

The drive back to your place was quiet at first, the silence thick with anticipation. Jensen kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the console, his thumb tapping in time with the faint music playing through the speakers.

When he pulled up outside your building, he cut the engine and turned to you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a small, almost nervous smile, he said, “I had a good time tonight.”

“So did I,” you replied, your voice softer than you intended.

He hesitated, his fingers brushing against the keys in the ignition before he looked back at you. “You gonna invite me up, or do I have to sit here and hope you text me?”

The boldness of the question caught you off guard, but you didn’t miss the way his voice dipped, or how his eyes dropped briefly to your lips before darting back up to meet yours.

Your breath hitched, and before you could second-guess yourself, you said, “Come up.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, knowing grin. “Didn’t think you’d say no,” he murmured, climbing out of the truck and following you to your door.

Inside, the air felt heavier, quieter. You barely had the chance to kick off your shoes before Jensen was there, standing closer than he had all night. His fingers brushed against yours, a light, teasing touch that sent electricity racing up your arm.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice low.

Your reply was barely a whisper, but the way his eyes darkened told you he’d heard every word. “I wouldn’t have invited you up if I wasn’t.”

That was all it took. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips claimed yours in a kiss that was slow but insistent, like he’d been waiting all night for this. You both smiled against each others lips. And when you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, the look in his eyes promised that this was only the beginning.

A/N: im glad this is getting so much love, and please let me know if i add 'solene' instead of y/n anywhere.

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[angelackless]

CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS

Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x popstar!reader

JENSEN DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE ENDED UP IN A PRETTY LITTLE POPSTAR'S BED,BUT HE CERTAINLY DIDN'T MIND IT.

Dating you was like a dream come true for him, I mean, who wouldn't want to date someone as gorgeous,hot and perfect girl as you?anyone in their right mind would have said yes to you, and Jensen was totally and utterly hopelessly in love with you, his princess.

Jensen ran his hand up and down on your arms, trying to get you to wake up because he needs to get ready to go to rehearsal with his band,even if he would much rather hold you in his arms all day, "princess, time to wake up" he murmured, kissing your shoulder, but you only give a whine in response and snuggled closer to him, tightening your grip around him.

He chuckled,kissing your forehead "as much as I love it when you're clingy, I have to get up"

"can't you stay?" you whispered the words against his skin and tilted your head to look into his eyes "please?"

"No,no,baby, don't use those cute little puppy eyes on me,you know I can't say no" he sighed "i'll be away only for a few hours,then I come back, we can order from your favorite pizzeria, and watch those sappy romcoms you like so much,hm?we have a deal?"

"promise?" You asked, your fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos

"yes,princess,I promise" he gave you a smile and kissed your lips gently, his hand coming down to hold your waist and pull you closer to himself so there's no space left between the two of you "swear on my life"

"If you don't keep your promise, I might have to pull a Taylor Swift and write a song about you" you said jokingly

"I prefer when you write about how good I'm pleasing you" he give you a cocky grin "in fact,how about I give you a little inspiration for your next album?" He asked and hovered about you

"what about the rehearsal?" you asked raising your eyebrow

''they can wait, I need to spend time with my girl first" he said and without waiting for a response he kissed your lips like he was starving to get a taste of you, and he already knew he won't get to rehearsal in time,but to him it worth it, let's be honest, nobody would pass on the opportunity to get a taste of you, not him atleast.

[queenofallerdalehall]

@mvdeanw It's my birthday (again!!!)

so glad to still be here, doing this. And having wonderful people doing *this* for me!!!!!

~ Dean Winchester and Ellie Spencer as Rockstars ~

When the energy of music collides... love blooms.

Happy Birthday Alex ♥

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Whiskey, Neat

Summary: Y/N is sweet and awkward, how will that work out for her when she meets the world's hottest rockstar.

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/18+: Smut. Unprotected PinV sex. Oral (m&f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Bit of dirty talk. Shy/Awkward reader. Jensen being an absolute rock god. Jensen being irresistible. Jensen being the hottest mofo on the planet.

Word Count: 5,154

A/N: So I got a couple of requests (here and here) for a rockstar!jensen fic after the shows in Austin that murdered us all. I already had every intention of writing something to try and slake our thirst, so I hope this satisfies what you were looking for my friends! Got it out a day earlier than I thought I would! Yay! 😁

I also took some inspiration from this unbelievably hot TikTok. 🥵🥵

As always, of course, this is a single, multiverse version of Jensen. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. ❤️

Jensen Ackles was a fucking, rock god; Y/N wasn't denying that. 

Her friend, Angela, was shaking her head at her and throwing her arms wide. 

“He's fucking amazing! Girl! Why wouldn't you go? They're backstage passes and he is the sexiest fucking man on earth! How can you pass this up?”

Y/N's face became pleading, willing her friend to understand her trepidation. “Because he's the sexiest fucking man on earth, Angela! And what am I supposed to say when I meet him? ‘Hi my name is Y/N. I have four cats, and an inability to speak without horribly embarrassing myself. Please don't look directly at me or I might burst into flames.’”

Angela rolled her eyes. “All you need to say is, ‘Hi, I'm Y/N and I'd be happy to suck your dick.”

Y/N felt her cheeks get warm. “Not likely.”

“Y/N!” Angela whined. “You have to come. You won the passes and they're in your name. If you don't go, I can't go, and you'll be denying me my god given right to maybe fuck Jensen Ackles.”

Y/N scowled at her. “Your god given right? Really?”

“Okay, fine. My god given right to go drool over him up close!” 

Y/N was hesitating and Angela could sense she had her on the ropes as she continued. “Look, you've been looking for ways to get over your shyness, right?”

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah and those ways don't include making a fool of myself in front of a rock god.”

Angela pouted. “Please? It will be so much fun.”

Y/N felt her stomach clench at the idea but finally relented. The truth was that alongside the unbelievable fear at the idea of meeting Jensen Ackles, was an equal amount of ridiculous excitement.

She sighed. “Fine but if it looks like I'm gonna throw up, you need to promise to get me out of there.”

***

The crowd was screaming and jostling Y/N around as she stood in the floor section, about five feet from the stage. Jensen hadn't even come out yet, but the musicians that backed him on tour were coming on stage, and everyone knew that meant he was minutes away from coming out.

Angela was quite possibly screaming the loudest. It was a lot for Y/N to be immersed in the noise and chaos. But she also had pleasant butterflies in her stomach, allowing the excitement to override her extreme nervousness.

Finally the lights went down in the house and the lights pointing at the stage came up, bright and colorful, and zooming around the stage. 

The first blaring notes of Jensen's latest hit started just as he leapt out on stage. He began to sing the driving melody, using his rough, powerful voice to give the lyrics the feel of a battle cry.

The first four songs were performed one right after the other, whipping the crowd into a frenzied, frothing mob. 

After that, he slowed things down a little, introduced the band and promised them all an unforgettable night. 

He did a couple of medium tempo songs from previous albums, and one of his slow, slightly melancholy hits. Y/N sang along with every word. 

She could have sworn that when he was close to the edge of the stage and looking down at them all, he made direct eye contact with her. It was only for a moment, and he may have been looking at something behind her, but that stare still made her toes curl.

The rest of the concert was incredible. Jensen dripped sex on stage, his body drenched in sweat. His voice cast a spell over the crowd as it moved back and forth from rough and full of grit, to velvety and full of warmth.

He did two encores before he left the stage for good. When he was gone, Y/N stood in the aftermath feeling like she'd been given a pleasure overload.

And now she had to go meet him.

Angela grabbed her hand so they wouldn't get separated in the throng, and followed the signs pointing the way for those with backstage passes.

They walked down a long rope line until they reached the very end. They waited behind the velvet rope for Jensen to arrive and start signing autographs.

It was easy to know when he emerged from the stage door because a wave of hysterical screaming started up once again.

Y/N could see him approximately twenty feet away, making his way down the line, smiling at fans and taking selfies with them, signing CDs and posters of him. More than one woman pulled down the neckline of their t-shirt so he could sign the heavy swell of their breasts.

As he approached them, Angela started screaming for him and waving her CD towards him. It was at that exact moment and not a moment sooner that Y/N realized she had nothing for him to sign. She carried nothing with her and there was no way she was bold enough to get him to sign her boobs.

Jensen approached Angela and smiled at her before shooting a quick look at Y/N. He focused his attention back on Angela as her friend gushed and yelled at him over the crowd.

“You're the absolute best! The show was incredible!” She told him. 

He smiled, thanking her and handing her back the signed CD, before obligingly leaning in slightly to allow for a selfie.

Finally Jensen reached Y/N, the very last person in the line. He stared at her for a moment and Y/N just stared back, falling head first into the green magic of his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned a little closer to be heard over the crowd. “Got something for me, Sweetheart?”

Angela's voice was in Y/N's head and she was about two seconds away from shouting. “Sure, I can suck your dick.” 

Thankfully before that happened, he made a motion like he was signing something and she realized he meant, did she have something for him to sign.

She shook her head. “No, I…I'm sorry, I didn't think. I don't have things.” She said, slightly rambling.

He smiled warmly and Y/N practically melted into the floor like the Wicked Witch of the West. 

“Well, we gotta fix that.” Jensen said, nodding to the bodyguard standing at the end of the rope. The giant man unhooked the velvet barrier from its pole, holding it out wide so that Y/N could leave the line. 

Jensen leaned towards her to make himself heard again and she was almost completely undone by the scent of him; clean sweat and salty skin combined with something masculine and tangy that made her desperate to bury her face in the t-shirt that clung to him like a second skin.

When he spoke into her ear, goosebumps spread over every inch of her body, and it took her a minute to actually process his words.

“Come on into the green room with us and we'll find you a CD so I can sign it for you.”

Y/N swallowed convulsively and then waved at Angela vaguely. “My friend…”

He smiled at Angela again and waved her forward. “She's welcome to come too, the more the merrier.”

Angela shoved Y/N forward in her excitement to follow him and Jensen reached out to steady her.

He grinned at her. “You good?”

She just nodded emphatically.

“What's your name, darlin’?” He asked, and his soft Texan drawl made her woozy. 

“Y/N.” She answered in a shaky voice.

“Well hi, Y/N.”

Jensen ushered them forward, letting them precede him into a short, slightly dark hallway. As they turned a corner and continued down a longer, better lit hallway, the noise of the crowd slowly receded. 

It was only a minute until they reached a big brown door and the bodyguard opened it for them. 

Inside was a party. There was a makeshift bar at the back of the room and the band was already a couple of drinks ahead. They’d obviously brought friends too, some men, some women. Music played loudly and everyone gave a cheer as Jensen walked in. 

They were quickly surrounded by people clapping Jensen on the back and congratulating him on a great show. There were some press people there as well, wearing press passes and snapping photographs. 

Y/N was overwhelmed by everything happening around her, and she turned to Angela to silently freak out with her, but her friend had been immediately and completely distracted by the drummer who had approached her. She seemed to be very caught up in him as she wandered away from the group to chat with him quietly. Y/N shook her head, trying to snag Angela's attention again and force her to come back, but that was apparently impossible.

Finally as the crowd around him parted, Jensen looked back at her. 

“Give me ten minutes to shower and change and I'll be back. Can I get you a drink first?”

Y/N shook her head no and then answered anyway. “I'd like a water.”

Jensen seemed slightly surprised by her choice, but smiled and took her hand to lead her to the bar, where one of the bodyguards was doing double duty as a bartender.

Jensen leaned over the makeshift bar and spoke loudly, above the music. “One water and one whiskey, neat.”

Y/N felt ridiculous as the bartender passed her a water bottle before pouring out about four fingers worth of Whiskey for Jensen. She wasn't a big drinker, but she'd certainly drank before. She liked vodka, she could have asked for something with vodka.

Jesus, I'm completely out of my element here. She thought, starting to feel a bit claustrophobic even in the wide and spacious room.

She looked down at her feet as she spoke to Jensen. "You know, you don't have to sign anything for me. I mean...I don't wanna trouble you. I don't need anything."

Jensen tipped her chin up with his forefinger. "I'll let you in on a little secret sweetheart."

He smiled flirtatiously and his bright green eyes sparkled. "I didn't actually bring you here to give you an autograph. I just thought we could get to know each other a little."

Her heart started to hammer against her ribs and she blinked owlishly at him. The sexiest man alive just wanted to spend time with her?

His flirty expression softened a little and he dropped his hand, taking a step back.

"But if you just wanna go, that's no problem."

Y/N shook her head adamantly. "No, I wanna know you. Get to know you."

Jensen nodded. "Good."

He took a quick sip of his whiskey and then set it down beside her. "Then, guard that, will ya? And I'll be back in ten minutes max, and then maybe we can get some fresh air? You look like you could use it."

Y/N nodded in relief. "Yes." She said quietly. He reached out and squeezed her hand before striding off to disappear through yet another door.

Y/N stood awkwardly by the bar, occasionally making eye contact with someone and quickly looking away. Angela seemed to be the only person who's eye she couldn't catch, mainly because she was in a lip lock with the drummer.

Thankfully Jensen was as good as his word, because ten minutes hadn't passed before he returned.

His hair was wet from the shower now, and he wore a clean white t-shirt and pair of black jeans. He looked utterly scrumptious.

He picked up his glass and took a sip before smiling at Y/N. "Thanks for keeping it safe for me."

She shrugged. "I live to serve." She frowned at her stupid response and wanted to take it back, but Jensen chuckled and thumbed towards the ceiling.

"So there's a rooftop patio if you don't mind climbing a couple flights of stairs."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

He place his big, warm palm on her lower back, guiding her through the room and making a shiver run up her spine from where he touched her.

As they left, she still couldn't get Angela's attention, so Y/N just took out her phone and sent her a text to let her know where she was so she wouldn't worry.

If she even noticed.

After walking up a couple flights of stairs, Jensen pushed through a metal door and they emerged onto the rooftop. There were a few tables and chairs set up, as well as a very comfortable looking, if slightly worn, leather couch. It was sitting inside a big canvas tent - likely to keep it from getting ruined if it rained.

There were a few other people sitting around the tables chatting quietly. A cool but gentle breeze blew and Y/N sucked in a big breath of it, exhaling slowly.

“Better?” Jensen asked, a smile in his voice.

Y/N nodded. “Much, thank you.”

“Good. You looked like you might pass out if we didn't relocate quickly. Even in the autograph line you looked a bit shell-shocked by everything.”

He was smiling but Y/N felt her cheeks get warm. Had she really looked so stunned and out of it standing there?

“No, I was…I mean I loved it. The show. You're so…you were so good.”

She wanted to scream at herself for using such an uninspired word. "Good" didn’t really describe the experience of watching him command the stage and hold every single person there in the palm of his hand. 

H

But he just nodded. “Thanks. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“I really did.” She said trying to imbue more of her true excitement into her words.

Without discussing it, they wandered over to the couch, and set their drinks on the small table beside it.

“So, what do you do, Y/N?” Jensen asked as they sat down.

Their conversation was slightly stilted for the first little while, which was completely down to her. She was trying, but her words tended to be choppy and stiff as she second guessed everything that came out of her mouth and awkwardly tried to explain away her awkwardness…which in turn caused things to be…awkward.

Slowly but surely, though, as a couple of hours went by, Jensen pulled her out of her shell - charmed her out of it, really. He was funny and warm and his calm demeanor and patient, understanding vibe eventually made her feel relaxed and happy. Soon they were sitting close together, talking about when he’d started playing the guitar.

“I was about six.”

“Six?” Y/N asked incredulously. “Could you even hold onto the guitar at six?”

Jensen chuckled. “Amazingly, yes. And it was good I started young cause you need years of practice to build up good calluses on your fingers.”

Jensen picked up her hand, turning it palm up in his.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head like he was disappointed, but his voice was soft and teasing. “Could never make a guitar player out of you with these soft hands.”

He ran his fingertips over her smooth palm before raising it slowly to his lips. He placed a small kiss there and Y/N's stomach fluttered and her heart beat fast. Her breath was shaky and shallow as Jensen shifted his gaze to her mouth. He let go of her hand to cup her cheek and run his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Its got me wondering if your lips are just as soft.”

Y/N swallowed loudly and shocked herself with her response.

“You can check if you want.”

“Thanks, I think I will.” Jensen said with a wicked grin as he lowered his head, breathing softly against her lips. The whiskey on his breath made her dizzy, or maybe it was his scent surrounding her again. Either way her heart was pounding and her lower belly tightened almost painfully.

Jensen pressed his lips to hers and they were soft like silk, but warmer. Before he could even press his tongue to her lips, she opened up inviting him in immediately. Jensen groaned quietly as he slid his tongue inside. He tasted like whiskey and mint and she was instantly starving for him. 

He kissed her senseless for several minutes, pulling gasps and groans out of her easily. He began to let his hands roam as he moved his lips down the side of her neck and Y/N let out a soft, breathless cry, throwing her head back as his big hand palmed her breast through her t-shirt.

Her mind whirled as he laid waste to her senses. She couldn't believe any of this was happening, but she chalked it up to a vivid dream, and she refused to do anything that might derail it. So she urged him on as he let his hands reach up under her shirt to squeeze her lace-covered breast and tease her skin where it swelled above her bra.

“Yes, god, your hands feel so fantastic.”

“Mmm…” Jensen moaned as he licked her pulse point. “Calluses aren't too rough? Cause, fuck baby, you’re soft all over.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I like them rough.”

Jensen pulled his hands out of her shirt and sat up slightly, making Y/N whine at the loss of his hands pressing firmly into her flesh.

He nodded sideways towards the tent opening. “Should I close that?”

Y/N remembered suddenly that there were people at the tables barely thirty feet away. She was surprised to find she didn't actually care that they would likely hear them and guess what was going on inside their little enclosure. 

She nodded at Jensen and he rose quickly, pulling the sides of the canvas together and tying them closed.

He moved back towards her, but instead of sitting beside her again, he pressed his hands into the back of the couch on either side of her shoulders and rested a knee on the seat between her legs. He hovered over her for a moment, fixing her with a stare that made her toes curl, just as it had when he looked at her the same way during the concert.

Her voice was hoarse with desire when she spoke.

“Was I imagining things, or did you notice me in the audience tonight.” It was a bold question, and ordinarily she wouldn't have the courage to ask it. But the look of heat and need on Jensen’s face as he stared at her so intensely made her feel fearless.

He shook his head in answer to her question. “No, you weren't imagining it. You were just so beautiful, you snagged my attention and made it hard to look away. Your expression was so wide-eyed and sweet.”

He leaned down a little and kissed her softly. “You sure you're okay being here with me, sweetheart? I don't wanna pressure you into anything.”

Y/N was shaking her head before he'd even finished his sentence; she spoke loudly as she desperately tried to reassure him. 

“No, trust me. I wanna be here. So much wanna be here. Never in a million years would I have thought that I WOULD be here. Like, if you'd asked me which was more likely to happen tonight…aliens descending from the sky in hot pink convertibles to take over the world, or me having sex with Jensen Ackles, I can tell you I would have been looking for our alien overlords.”

Jensen looked slightly bemused at her rambling. “Wow.”

Y/N blushed. “Sorry, I’m quiet to start, but once you get me going, I can be pretty loud.”

A slow, sexy mile spread across Jensen’s face and Y/N blushed a deeper red. “Sorry, that sounded a lot dirtier than I meant it.”

Jensen shook his head, still hovering over her, trapping her between his arms braced against the couch. 

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I like dirty.” He kissed her softly. “I like sweet too. They make a pretty incredible combination"

He pulled back from her and slowly lowered himself down till he was on his knees in front of her. “Just two things.” He said, raising two fingers. “One - I’m just confirming that you did in fact say you were going to have sex with Jensen Ackles, right? That wasn’t me just hearing what I wanted to hear?”

Y/N laughed breathlessly. “No, you heard right; there's no way I wanna stop at just a make out session.”

Jensen bit his lip, and his gaze smoldered hot enough to burn her to a crisp. As a result, her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke. 

“And what’s the second thing?”

“I just wanted to tell you that, when I make you scream my name? You don't have to call me Jensen Ackles. Just Jensen works.” He smiled mischievously. "Course, 'Oh Daddy!' works too.” 

He shrugged. “I’m easy.”

He winked at her and Y/N felt her breath leave her body as he pushed her t-shirt up a bit and began to lick and nibble at her stomach, before he pulled it all the way off and tossed it aside, leaning forward to gently bite her nipple through her lacy bra.

Y/N shivered and stifled a moan. He slid his hands around to her back, unhooking her bra, which she pulled off. Keeping his strong hands pressed into her upper back, Jensen held her in place while he licked her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard before letting it go so he could flick the tip of his tongue against it.

He paid the same attention to her other breast and then alternated back and forth between the two. Soon her breasts were heavily marked with small purple bruises he’d sucked into existence. 

He let go of her so she fell back against the couch, as he deftly unbuttoned her jeans, and slid his fingers under the waistband to pull them down. He nodded to her. 

“Lift?”

She obliged and he slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs. He quickly pulled off her shoes and then took her jeans all the way off. He ran his big, calloused palms up and down her thighs and she trembled. 

Everything still seemed a bit surreal, and the sensations he was evoking in her only made it seem more likely that she was dreaming. Outside of her own imagination, she never thought she’d feel this kind of thrumming need run throughout her body.

He spread her legs wide with his broad shoulders as he settled between her them. He pushed her panties to the side so he could lean forward to teasingly touch the tip of his tongue to her clit. He swirled it there for a moment, making her buck her hips and push her hand into his hair. It was still slightly damp from his shower, but incredibly soft between her fingers.

Jensen spoke and his breath was hot, even against her burning skin. “God damn, baby, you really are too sweet.” He said licking his lips. 

He paused to slide her panties down and off of her, and then quickly buried his face in her cunt. She yanked hard on his hair, surging up against his lips and clamping her thighs tight to his ears. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pried them open again, holding them in place, while never once stopping his oral onslaught.

His tongue was magic, his mouth was heaven. Pure. Heaven.

He quickly had her on the brink of climaxing, but he pulled away, making her gasp in dismay. “Please, Jensen…” She begged, tugging a little on his hair and trying to direct his mouth back to her. 

“Patience baby.” He cooed against her thigh as he nibbled on it. “Just let me take care of you, just let yourself feel it.”

She could definitely feel it. Blood pulsed in her throbbing clit and her muscles shook with her need. Still Jensen just teased her, sucking more marks into her inner thighs and occasionally lapping his tongue through her slick folds, making her jolt upward as though she’d been electrocuted.

Finally, when she was whimpering quietly and begging him to end the pleasurable torture, she felt his thick middle finger slide through her folds, teasing her clit briefly before pushing inside her slowly. 

“God! Fuck!” She moaned as Jensen added a finger and stretched her open.  

“That’s it, baby.” He said as he began to feel her walls flutter and tighten around him. “Come for me now.”

Proving he had complete control of her body, Y/N felt him press against the spongy spot inside her and she immediately followed his command and came fast and hard, clamping down on his fingers. He stopped pumping them, keeping them buried inside her, pressing on her g-spot over and over again, bringing on two more orgasms in quick succession.

As she was laying there trembling like Jello and recovering from her third orgasm, Jensen stood up, stripped off his shirt and yanked down his jeans and underwear. Her slightly blurry vision cleared immediately and she quickly focused on his cock, semi-hard and jutting out from his body. 

Without even thinking about it, she just melted off of the couch and onto her knees, leaning forward to suck his tip into her mouth. 

“Unf - fuuuck.’ Jensen groaned, drawing out the word. 

He pushed his fingers through her hair, so that he could cup the back of her head with his hand. He slowly pushed her further down his dick before making a fist in her hair and pulling her off of him just as slowly. 

She gasped as she came off of him, spit and cum keeping them linked. He took hold of himself with his free hand and tapped his cock against her lips. 

“Open up, sweetheart. I wanna see you stuffed full of my cock while you look up at me with those beautiful eyes, gone all wild and needy.”

Y/N moaned and opened her mouth immediately to let him push further down her throat. Her eyes watered and saliva dripped out of the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him, and began moving up and down his thick cock. 

He guided her head as she bobbed on his dick, and praised her with disjointed compliments. 

“Fuck, Y/N, yes. So fucking perfect. You’re doing so good, baby…just…fuck me! Just like tha-” 

His words cut off with a deep guttural groan as she slid slowly off his dick, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

He threw his head back, and she could see sweat glistening on his neck. His face was contorted in pleasure and his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip, making her clit start to throb at the sight of him.

He whimpered slightly as she popped off of him. “God, baby!” He said, pushing her back down his length, even though he was shaking his head. “You gotta stop now or I’m gonna come down your throat and I’m way too desperate to ruin that fucking pussy for that.”

He tugged her off of him again and he helped her up off her knees, pulling her close against him so she could feel his burning skin against her own. She ran her fingers across his wide chest and over his flat belly, sighing as he slotted his mouth over hers to kiss her deeply.

She could taste herself on his tongue, overriding the whiskey, and it made her pussy clench just thinking about everything that very talented tongue had done to her.

Finally he pulled away and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her lips and then pushing it inside, pumping it shallowly. He raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you want it, baby? I can put you on your knees on the couch and fuck you from behind, or bend you over. Or you can sit in my lap and ride me; I can lay you down beneath me and just bury myself in you so deep.”

His voice felt like warm chocolate and was just as delicious. Y/N nearly stopped breathing as she contemplated her choices. 

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth as she finally she decided. “I just wanna be able to see you, that’s all I care about.”

Jensen kissed her again, soft and sweet, walking her backwards a few steps. He lowered her to the couch before following her down, placing a knee on either side of her hips. She looked up at him as he towered above her and felt a shiver of want run through her body. Her pussy was clenching painfully around nothing, desperate to have him inside her.

Taking hold of his cock, he pushed inside slowly; when he was about halfway in he stopped to give her time to adjust. He was very long, and very, very thick so she appreciated the time to get used to his size.

But very quickly she was desperate for more, pushing her heels into his thighs to urge him in deeper. When he was sunk into her completely he groaned and collapsed on her, holding some of his weight on his forearms, but still crushing her into the couch cushions, which felt absolutely incredible.

Then he began to move in and out of her in perfect rhythm, pumping his hips in long, fluid strokes. Y/N moaned deeply as she scored her nails across his shoulders. The action made him grit his teeth and increase his pace. She gripped the sides of his hips with her knees, her whole body tightening as he began pounding into her like a freight train. 

She was crying out in ecstasy seconds before her climax even hit. The feel of him ramming into her body so deep, making her breasts bounce with each thrust, was just too perfect, too incredible to hold back.

As she was coming down, he rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles with his middle finger, making her scream and fall over the edge again. She opened her eyes in time to see him throw his head back again, a harsh, prolonged groan ripped from his throat as he thrust deep one more time, and came inside her, flooding her cunt with warmth.

He shuddered a few times, hips bucking sporadically as he emptied into her completely before his muscles went slack and he crushed her even further into the couch.

She laid there, happily running her hands up and down his beautifully muscled back until he pushed his torso up so he rested on one elbow, looking down at her, and pushing her sweaty hair back from her forehead.

“How you doing, sweetheart.”

Y/N nodded dreamily.  “So good. Like…SO good.” She emphasized, making Jensen chuckle.

“Good.” He said, kissing her lips briefly. He shifted their position so that he laid with his back against the couch, stretched out on his side. He pulled Y/N back to spoon against him, tucking her head under his chin and offering his bicep as a pillow.

He nuzzled against her ear. “You were amazing, Y/N. This was amazing. I gotta admit when you ordered the bottle of water, I wondered if maybe you were just a bit too sweet for me.” He teased, chuckling low in her ear and making her stomach tighten pleasantly again.

Y/N reached over her head to grab his glass of whiskey. “Definitely not.” She said, arching a brow and taking a sip. The liquor burnt a path down her throat and she started coughing and choking almost instantly. Jensen calmly took the glass out of her hand and handed her the bottle of water.

His eyes danced and his smile was wicked as he watched her gulp down the water. “So, it might be a while before you’re ready to drink whiskey neat, but we can start with like, a wine cooler?”

She wheezed at him. “Good plan.” 

He laughed softly before lowering his mouth to hers and sucking the whiskey from her lips.

Jensen RPF and Any/All Characters:

@lyarr24

@lacilou

@deans-spinster-witch

@globetrotter28

@suckitands33

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@alwaystiredandconfused

@evznackles

@jackles010378

@impala67rollingthroughtown

@krazykelly

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@candy-coated-misery0731

@envyaurora95

@spnwoman

@deans-baby-momma

@luvr4miya

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@arcannaa

@viviwatchestv

@winharry

@ladysparkles78

@kr804573

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Any/All Fics Regardless of Character or Fandom:

@kazsrm67

@slut-for-evans-stan

@sexyvixen7

@nancymcl

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@waywardcheshire

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Everything Incl. Fan Edits:

@k-slla

@leigh70

@eevvvaa

@kickingitwithkirk

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@notinthislife50

@roseblue373

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess

@avanatural

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@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

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[daylighted]

PROMISE ME THAT YOU'LL BE THERE . . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤAFTER AFTERCARE !

the rockstar next door can't get his mind off of the innocent little ballet dancer plaguing his thoughts . . . even knowing it's a bad idea to get involved - especially knowing it's a bad idea.

tropes. age gap. rockstar x ballet dancer. enemies to lovers ( mild ). bad boy & good girl. slowburn to hea. love/hate. innocent!reader. love/hate. toxic relationship.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRACKLIST . . .

one. good girl faith. two. should run for the hills. three. half-past five. four. sorry that u love me! five. can't we keep it in the dark? six. seven texts, two missed calls. seven. i wish she was you. eight. i don't want him anyway, girl, take him! nine. we can never be friends. ten. your white mustang. eleven. a fragile line. twelve. don't you love me? thirteen. for you, i bleed. fourteen. miss possessive.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Series I never wrote but maybe will someday...

Soldier Boy x Journalist!Daughter!reader or x reader - Either way, this one would feature ahem, a not so nice Ben

Sequel series to Feral with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Dean might have his freedom but he has to deal with the consequences of being famous while trying to get used to a normal life. The gang has to deal with something known as a Fear state as well that is uh, not very fun...

Zero recollection on what this one was supposed to be besides Rockstar!Dean x reader. Whoops 

Prisoner/Former Detective!Dean x Detective!reader. Her old partner couldn’t really have been a serial killer, could her? The evidence lines up too well to say anything but. She knows him though and when everyone else abandons him, she’s the only one he’s got left to turn to. Is he just playing her? Or is someone else trying to keep him locked away on purpose?

A Dean x reader turned Apocalypse!Dean x reader. A shortcut through The Lightning Woods in a storm was dangerous. Everyone knew it. The old wives tales were outdated and unrealistic. But more than one person that’d gone in during a storm had later lost their mind…A lightning strike made everything change. Suddenly you knew what was coming, knew what Dean would become, knew what would happen to the world. But was there any way to warn your boyfriend about the end of the world without sounding insane? Or better yet, stop it?

Jensen x nanny!reader. This is the story of If I Fell For You from Jensen’s POV with all the extra heartbreak of seeing things from his side as he deals with falling in love again and the ups and downs of it. 

[atc74]

It’s Been Awhile

Warnings: Angst, breakup, unresolved conflict, slight fluff, 

Summary: The reader leaves to follow her dreams, but it leaves them both with regrets.

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen x Reader AU

Word Count: 1931

Written for: @waywardbeanie

Beta’d by: @flamencodiva, thank you! 

A/N: I know it’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything, so I opened requests to a few select people and found some inspiration.Inspired by the prompt in bold, and the song “It’s Been Awhile” by Staind. I hope y’all enjoy it. Feedback is the fuel that keeps me running! 

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Y/N and Jensen had been best friends growing up in the suburbs of Dallas. She wanted to be an architect  and he wanted to go into sports medicine. They spent all their free time together, and sang in the church choir on Sundays. Thick as thieves, people would say about the two of them whenever they were together. Jensen was her first friend, her first boyfriend, her first...everything. 

They started college together at the University of Texas, and with the exception of their location, nothing changed. They remained in their own bubble which Jensen nerdly referred to as the Fortress of Solitude. The one place he could be himself, let his guard down, and figure out who he really was. He could do all that with Y/N, or because of her, he wasn’t entirely sure if there was even a difference anymore. 

Their friendship, along with their love, was carefree, and wild. The day road trips turned into weekend escapes where they lost themselves in each other the open plains of their home state. Jensen would bring his guitar everywhere and each day provided new opportunities to be inspired by the landscape and her. When Jensen was with Y/N, he wanted for nothing. From road trips, to study sessions, to candle light frozen dinners. She was all he ever needed.

Just like time, life could stand still, then change in the blink of an eye. Y/N was offered a coveted two year internship. They stayed together, but long distance was hard, long distance relationships were harder. It wasn’t long before daily calls became weekly texts, until they dwindled off completely. Jensen convinced himself if she had wanted him, truly wanted him, she would have stayed to build a life with him. 

Jensen spent most of his time in bars, masking his pain with booze and open mike nights at the college bars. He built walls around him in her absence, and only let himself think about her when he sang the songs she inspired. Despite the haze of alcohol in his system, he never felt more at peace or sober than when he sang of her. 

After she left to pursue her dreams, he never expected to amount to much with Y/N to push him to pursue his own. A writing and recording contract was the last thing he thought he wanted, but maybe, just maybe he thought, this was his chance to get her out of his system by changing direction and abandoning all their plans. She did it when she left him, why couldn’t he?

A string of failed relationships plagued them both as they tried to move on, never finding a suitable match. Flawless memories of a first love set unreachable standards and no one, no matter their intentions, would never measure up. Booze, one night stands, and other methods of self sabotage, were the cornerstones of the walls Y/N and Jensen had constructed.

With each report of Jensen’s success, her walls fortified, terrified to let anything, or anyone in. She stayed away from social media and shut down anyone who dared mention his name to her. 

In every city, state, and country he visited, Jensen could sense her. Her essence surrounded him everywhere he went. The beauty of the landscape, the laughter, it all brought him back to her. It didn’t matter what, or who, he did to block out the memories, she was there. 

His guitar nestled under the crook of his arm was where he truly felt at home, at peace, with her memories flooding his senses. All his transgressions, his mistakes, all that shit disappeared when he escaped into the music with her. He took pen to paper and confessed his regrets to the ghost of her memory. 

Y/N found herself back in Dallas unexpectedly when her grandfather passed away. She hadn’t been home in so long, following her dreams and improving housing around the world. It didn’t escape her attention when the mother tossed the morning paper in front of her, Jensen staring back at her in black and white, from the front page of the entertainment section. She didn’t believe in destiny, she made her own future, but she couldn't help but think this was her grandfather sending her a glaringly obvious sign from beyond the grave. Jensen was performing an acoustic show at the local theater the following night. 

“Grandpa left this for you, baby,” her mother placed an envelope on top of the paper, hiding Jensen’s profile from her view. She carefully opened the crisp white linen envelope seeing her Grandfather’s neat block printing. 

Enclosed with the note was a ticket to Jensen’s show and a backstage pass. She knew better than to question, her grandfather always did work in mysterious ways, and he had never let her down. She wasn’t about to let him down now, despite her trepidation over seeing the love of her life again, she owed it to her grandfather to follow his dying wish. 

Jensen had requested darkness for his final song. He sat alone on the stage, surrounded only by a dozen candles, silhouetting him against the dark curtain behind him. He couldn’t see the faces of the people who had paid to see him, but he wasn’t there for them. He was there for her, and her alone, even if she wasn’t in the building, he was always there in his heart. 

It's been awhile

Since I couldn't

Hold my head up high

And it's been awhile

Since I first saw you

And it's been awhile

Since I could stand

On my own two feet again

And it's been awhile

Since I could call you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that are rendered

I stretch myself beyond my means

Time is a funny thing when you think about it. Days past slowly, while the year flies and in the blink of an eye, a decade has gone by and all Y/N can think of is how did she let it go this far? How did she let him get this far from her. 

As she silently watched Jensen perform, tears streaming down her face, she couldn’t help but think, this wasn’t the man she remembered; this man was broken. And she blamed herself. If she hadn’t left, if she hadn’t put her dreams in front of their own, would he still be broken? Would she? She was responsible for both of them, for their regrets were driven by her actions. Despite the time that had passed, he still knew how to each nerve with her, all the while blaming himself, just like she blamed herself. 

And it's been awhile

Since I could say

That I wasn't addicted

It's been awhile

Since I could say

I loved myself as well

And it's been awhile

Since I've gone and

Fucked things up

Just like I always do

And it's been awhile

But all that shit

Seems to disappear

When I'm with you

Her heart jumped in her chest, lodging itself in her throat and making it hard to breathe. Could he be singing about her? The possibility that he could still love her after all this time brought fresh tears to her eyes. She knew how she felt for him, although she denied her emotions on a daily basis, but if there was a minute chance, she knew she had to go for it. 

And everything I can remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I have rendered

Have gone and fucked things up again

 Why must I feel this way?

Just make this go away

Just one more peaceful day

 It's been awhile

Since I couldn't

Look at myself straight

And it's been awhile

Since I said, "I'm sorry"

And it's been awhile

Since I've seen the way

The candles light your face

And it's been awhile

But I can still remember

Just the way you taste

And everything I can remember

As fucked up 

As it all may seem to be

I know it's me

I cannot blame this on my father

He did the best he could for me

It's been awhile

Since I could

Hold my head up high

And it's been awhile

Since I said, "I'm sorry"

“Thank you.” Jensen murmured two short words before exiting the stage. He pushed through the throngs of people waiting for him backstage, needing the quiet solace of his dressing room before the short meet and greet. He needed a few moments to pull himself together, to collect his thoughts. 

He had never performed that song in front of anyone before tonight. Not a soul on earth had heard that song, not even his band. He was overwhelmed with the emotion it pulled from him, even if he had written it. He wanted nothing more than to be able to play that for her, to express everything he felt, but couldn’t tell her for the last ten years. 

He entered the meet and greet room after he felt calm enough to leave his dressing room. He silently thanked his manager and the venue for keeping the affair small, only allowing ten people in that night, he knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand more.

Jensen thanked everyone for coming as he scanned the small room. His heart slammed into his chest wall as his eyes locked on a face he thought he’d never see again. She looked every bit as beautiful as she had the last time he had seen her. He had to hold the bottle of water with two hands to keep from reaching for her. He had never felt time pass like it did when he was with her, even surrounded by other people. When his manager signaled the end, he breathed a sigh of relief, laced with regret. What if she left and he never saw her again? What if she stayed and wanted to speak to him? Sifting the emotions from the logic, he exchanged a few words with his manager before fleeing the room to his own space. 

A soft knock at the door brought him back to the present and he calmly answered with his back to the door. “Come in.”

He caught her eyes in the mirror of his dressing room, tear tracks fresh on her flawless skin. He spun around before she could vanish. “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

“I didn’t really have a choice.” 

“There’s always a choice.” 

“Not this time.” 

“I never thought I would see you again, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Following my compass.”

“I won’t pretend to know what that means, but I’m going to assume it has something to do with your grandfather. I’m sorry for your loss, he was an incredible man,” Jensen offered. 

“Yes, it does, and yes he was. He always liked you and told me I was an imbecile for leaving you the way I did, for not fighting for you, for us,” Y/N admitted. “That song…?”

“Are you asking if it has meaning? If it’s about you?” 

Y/N took a tentative step forward, lessing the gap between them, the atmosphere in the room shifting. “Yes.” 

“Yes. All of them are. You were always my inspiration, my muse,” Jensen confessed, inching closer to her. 

“I’m sorry, Jensen,” Y/N sniffed. 

“For what?” 

“For leaving. For losing my compass.” 

“You’re here now.” 

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ROCKSTAR!JENSEN ACKLES FROM THE “AFTERCARE” SERIES

posted by/original author: @daylighted

link to series: AFTER AFTERCARE MASTERLIST

link to ballet dancer!reader moodboard: BALLET DANCER!READER

note for daylighted: as promised, here is the rockstar!jensen ackles! the visual moodboard will probably come tomorrow. love your work!

NONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES BELONG TO ME, ALL RIGHTS GO TO DAYLIGHTED

[wayward-dreamer]

Before The Show

Square/s Filled: Rockstar!AU - @supernatural-jackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo) / Rockstar AU - @spnaubingo / deep throating - @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,110

Summary: Y/N finds a way to help with Jensen’s nerves before the concert.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, that’s pretty much it.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble but I went over which is on brand for me lol. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

The dressing room was peaceful, the low strum of the guitar in Jensen’s hands the only sound filling the small space. He hoped that he could spend the next few minutes alone, relaxing the nerves that were starting before he met the rest of the band backstage. The venue was no doubt full already with all the fans that were there to see them perform, but he was trying not to think about it. He closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch, listening to the chords he was playing for the song they had decided to open the show with. A light knock on the door caused him to lift his head, sitting up as he placed the guitar next to him on the sofa.

“Come in.”

The door opened and Y/N stepped through, making him smile instantly. She had flown in that morning to see them, but he hadn’t been able to meet her all day because of the radio interviews and practice they had done.

“Hey, beautiful,” he husked, taking her in as she closed the door and walked over to him.

She smiled softly as she straddled his lap, leaning in to kiss him as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Hey.”

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he muttered against her lips, pulling her closer as his thumbs brushed against the bare skin of her waist, exposed from where her t-shirt had lifted up.

“Me too,” she whispered, looking into his eyes as her fingers combed through the short hair at the back of his head. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” he replied, nodding slowly. “Just the usual pre-show nerves.”

“Anything I can do to help?” she asked, smoothing her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, before she brought them up again, kneading the tips of her fingers into his muscles.

He groaned softly, his eyes squeezing closed as he leaned his forehead against hers. “That’s definitely helping. Thanks, darlin’.”

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N pressed her lips to his, the kiss passionate as she moved her hands down his chest, lightly pulling at the edge of his black t-shirt. He hummed against her mouth, knowing exactly what she was trying to start but he had no time to do that before he had to be on stage. He reached down and took her hands in his just he pulled away from the kiss, looking up at her.

“Y/N, we uh, we can’t right now,” he informed her, glancing briefly at the clock on the wall, “I gotta be out there in like five minutes.”

She nodded, contemplating what he said, before her hands slipped down once more, reaching for his belt. “You can be a little late…”

A smirk pulled at his lips as their eyes were locked on each other, before his gaze lowered just as she shifted back, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. She kept her sight on him as she took hold of his belt again, unbuckling it quickly and pulling it through the loops, a mischievous smile on her face. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to tug the dark jeans down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock rested against his pelvis, the light brush of her fingers against his length causing him to twitch, making her bite down on her lip. She lowered her head, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft, her mouth softly sucking at the tip as she glanced up at him.

Their eyes met briefly before she licked over the underside of his cock, his head dropping back once more as a low grunt escaped him, his eyelids fluttering closed. His hand found its way into her hair as her mouth sank down over his shaft, the small moan from her vibrating around it making him clench the strands between his fingers. She pulled back slowly, her tongue moving along his cock and licking at the tip, before she took him into her mouth again. Her head bobbed back and forth, circling her tongue around the tip every time she drew back, taking him deeper as she relaxed her throat.

“Fuck, just like that, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down at her, completely lust-blown.

The glugging of her throat reached both of their ears as she sped up, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her mouth, making her thankful her gag reflex was nonexistent. She moaned as she sank her mouth lower, the tip of her nose pressed against his pelvis as he gripped her hair tight, his eyes snapping closed, vision blinding white from the overwhelming sensation of her mouth. He feared any minute someone was going to be knocking on his door, asking why he was taking so long, but he pushed that thought away. He wasn’t going to last much longer anyway with how deep she was taking him, his thighs tense as he felt how close he was to his release.

“Shit, Y/N,” he hissed, his jaw clenching just as his hand did in her hair, holding her in place. “So fucking good…”

She continued to bob her head up and down over his cock, her hand stroking over his balls, feeling him twitch against her tongue as she continued to suck. It wasn’t long before his head fell back once more, a deep, drawn out “fuckkk” leaving him as he throbbed, his seed coating her tongue. She took everything he had to give her, giving the tip a final lick before she sat up, a wicked smile on her face as their gazes locked just as she swallowed.

“That was…” he breathed heavily, shaking his head as a small, raspy chuckle fell from his lips. “Fuck, darlin’, you really can still surprise me.”

She giggled, her lips hovering close to his as she leaned up, slowly. “You love that about me.”

“I really do,” he husked, looking deep into her eyes before he pecked her lips, once, twice.

He redressed quickly, both of them cleaning up and making themselves presentable before they left the room. They made it to the side of the stage only a few minutes late, the band unable to ask him where he had been. With a quick pre-show circle to wish everyone a great set, the band members walked onto the stage, Y/N watching from the left side, smiling as she heard the crowd begin to cheer.

Jensen kissed her cheek, joining the rest of them, but not before whispering a promise to return Y/N the favor once the concert was over.

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