#danneel x reader smut

[wayward-dreamer]

Undeniable

Square/s Filled: Threesomes - @spnkinkbingo​ / Doggy style - @anyfandomkinkbingo​ / FREE - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles​ /

Pairing: Jensen x Female!Reader x Danneel

Word count: 4,018

Summary: Y/N can't deny the tangible attraction between her, Jensen and Danneel, and finds herself experiencing something she never thought possible.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual tension, smut: dirty talk, d/s elements, Dom!Jensen, Dom!Danneel, Sub!Reader, threesome, ffm, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex, doggy style, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), fluff

A/N: Pretty sure I killed both my betas @evergreencowboy​ and @makeadealwithdean​ with this, so let that be a warning... happy reading and enjoy! :)

Comic-con was always one of Y/N’s favorite events. The panels, the cosplay, the atmosphere of the fans - it was all pretty great. As press, it was always difficult to get some time off during the weekend to catch the things she wanted to, but if there was ever a spare moment, she loved walking the convention floor and taking in the excitement of the crowds, checking out the fan art and taking photos of some of the cool cosplays people had put so much effort into.

She had managed a couple of hours that weekend, but it was right back to business as usual, which was a lot of fun, too. She always got to interview the people she had admired, but considering her most favorite show of all time had now produced a spin-off, that was what she was most looking forward to talking about. She had interviewed Jensen several times over the years for Supernatural, and they had developed a great friendship because of it, so she couldn’t wait to catch up with him and his lovely other half.

“Y/N!”

She lifted her head up from the cards she was reading over, editing some of the questions with the pen between her fingers. She heard his husky, deep voice over the buzz of her co-workers as they prepped for the interview, smiling as he came towards her.

“Hey,” she beamed as she stood up from her chair, hugging him. She had a brief moment of confusion as it lasted a little longer than usual, but she didn’t dwell on it as they pulled away from each other. “It’s a been a while, huh?”

“Well, not long enough, clearly,” he joked, shrugging his shoulders.

“True,” she stated, with a slight chuckle.

“Oh, honey,” he turned around, taking the hand of a beautiful redhead as both of them faced her. “This is Y/N, she did a lot of press for Supernatural. Y/N, this is Danneel.”

Offering her hand, she smiled softly when Danneel leaned in and hugged her instead. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

“You too,” Danneel said, pulling away after a moment. “Jensen’s always said doing interviews with you has never felt like work, so I’m glad we’re coming around to you first.”

“Yeah, but I’m still gonna grill you both for as many non-spoilery spoilers as possible,” Y/N jested, wiggling her eyebrows.

Jensen chuckled, waving his finger at her as he sat down on the chair across from her. “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Y/N giggled as she adjusted the mic on her top, watching as Jensen and Danneel did the same for each other, sharing a quick kiss. She smiled to herself as she looked away, flipping back to the first card before she glanced back at them.

“Shall we?” she asked.

“Ready when you are,” Danneel replied, a small smirk on her face as she flipped her hair back lightly.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as their eyes met, a lingering look passing between them. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling as the camera started to record, but she had to push it down.

She had a job to do and couldn’t get distracted by them.

That’s what she kept reminding herself of every time her eyes would meet Jensen’s or Danneel’s as they discussed the new show, but she really couldn’t help herself. They were beautiful, and she suddenly found herself thinking things she really shouldn’t in the middle of an interview. Her mind wandered off briefly as her gaze fell on Jensen’s lips, imagining what they’d feel like on every part of her, before her thoughts transitioned to the way his wife’s would feel as well. She shook her head as she prepped herself to ask the rest of her questions, chastising herself for her unprofessional thoughts.

The interview had gone really well. The rapport between the three of them had been great, and Y/N had wished them all the success for the rest of the season. As they said goodbyes at the end before they headed off to the next string of interviews, Jensen and Danneel  invited her to the small event that the studio was having for them later that evening. She was about to decline the offer, but with the looks that had been passing between them, she found herself saying yes without missing a beat.

And that was exactly where she found herself later, a cocktail in hand, as they laughed about memories from past conventions and talked about how life was treating them lately. They sat in the curved booth, Danneel’s  knees brushing against hers because of the lack of space.

“Thanks for today,” Jensen stated, smiling softly. “I’m always a little nervous before we start, but having you first definitely put me at ease.”

“I’m glad,” Y/N muttered, taking a small sip of her drink. “It was really great for me to have you guys first as well. I just… I’m really happy for all of you.”

“You know, any time you wanna come down to New Orleans and do some press there, we’d love to have you,” Danneel said, leaning her forearms on the table, making the gap between them smaller.

“Oh, that would be amazing!” Y/N exclaimed, grinning. “Ah, I’d go through the proper channels with my boss first-”

“Of course,” Danneel interjected, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Do what you need, and then let us know. Especially if it’s some time next week, we’ve got some cool stuff coming up.”

“I’ll definitely talk to him soon,” Y/N stated, making a note on her phone to call her boss the next morning as soon as she woke up.

“Great,” the redhead smiled, her hand gently skimming down Y/N’s arm and curling over her hand. “It’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

Y/N sighed softly as she felt the beautiful woman in front of her graze her foot against hers under the table. Her thumb lightly brushed over Y/N’s knuckles, causing her breath to hitch as their eyes met. She had occasionally had the thought of what it would be like to be with other women, but had never acted on it. She certainly wasn’t going to now considering it would be highly unprofessional, but the sudden, familiar warmth that settled low in her core and the glint in Danneel’s eye were making things really difficult for her.

The attraction was undeniable, especially with everything she had been feeling all day, and she was pretty sure they felt it too, as their eyes met hers. She felt her cheeks warm up not for the first time that day, and she knew she was in trouble if she didn’t leave soon. But she made no move to stand up and walk out the door.

“Can we convince you for a night cap back at our hotel?” Jensen asked, his voice deep and husky as he turned to her, his eyebrows raised. “It’s more low profile than here.”

Y/N looked between the couple, her gaze locked with Danneel for a brief moment before she turned away, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as she glanced at her husband. Y/N knew what he was suggesting, and was very glad he was the one who brought it up.

“Well…” she started, leaning over the table and closer to them, dropping her voice down into a sensual whisper. “I think your room would be much more private.”

Danneel let out a low hum as she bit her lip, shifting closer to Y/N. They pressed their foreheads together as they looked into each other’s eyes, the wicked smirks on their faces almost identical. It was a brief moment, knowing that they’d rather not been seen, all three of them standing up as Jensen told them to wait outside while the valet brought the car around and he said their goodbyes for them.

Things had progressed faster than Y/N could process, but she still found herself squeezing her thighs together as they waited outside in anticipation for what was going to happen.

Jensen unlocked the door to their hotel room, letting Y/N and Danneel in first, before he closed the door behind them. She strolled into the room, biting her lip as she took in the decor. Her stomach flipped as she felt Jensen’s hand slide down her back as he walked around to face her, lifting her chin up to look into his eyes. They had discreetly walked through the lobby and into the elevator, keeping distance between them, but now they were alone together and her heart was beating faster at the thought of what was going to happen.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low but husky.

She gulped. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. She moaned against his mouth as her hands slid up his emerald green jacket, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands rested on her hips. He groaned as the kiss deepened and he pulled her in closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against him.

“Fuck,” she gasped, as she pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she saw how wide his pupils were already, and she found herself more aroused.

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine as Danneel came up behind her, her chest pressed against Y/N’s back, her slender hand cupping Y/N’s face and turning it towards her. They closed the gap between them, kissing sensually as Y/N turned away from Jensen into her. Danneel had stripped herself of her clothes, left in her dark red bra and panties, before she joined them in the main room. Her lips were soft, causing Y/N to moan lightly as their hands clung to each other. They pulled away, gazing into each other’s eyes as Danneel smirked, reaching for the ties on the back of Y/N’s blouse. She pulled them open, allowing Y/N to lift the material over her head, throwing it behind her. The redhead flicked open the button of Y/N’s wide leg jeans, pushing them down and letting her kick them off, revealing her black bra and thong to them.

“So beautiful,” Danneel breathed, her eyes roaming down Y/N’s body before taking her hand as she walked back towards the bed.

Y/N’s lips pulled into a small smile as she glanced back at Jensen, seeing him taking off his clothes slowly, his eyes on them as they sat down on the bed. The women turned to each other and continued their embrace, their hands skimming over soft skin as they kissed, passionately. Danneel took charge, pushing Y/N back on the bed and moving on top of her, their bodies pressed together. Y/N moaned as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling the redhead’s lips against her neck, nipping at her flesh. Y/N arched her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. She whimpered as she felt Danneel’s lips move down her chest, closing over her left nipple, her tongue flicking over it in circles.

“Danneel, fuck…” She threw her head back, her fingers combing into the fiery red hair as the woman drifted down, pressing a trail kisses to her skin. Y/N turned her head to see Jensen join them on the bed, biting her lip as she saw all of him. They were a god and goddess personified, and Y/N couldn’t quite believe she got to be there with them.

“I-” she started but she cut herself off with a harsh gasp, feeling Danneel’s teeth softly bite the top of her thigh.

“Tell Dee what you want, darlin’,” Jensen husked as he cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I-I want-” she stuttered, breathing deeply as she closed her eyes. Any coherent thoughts had fallen out of her head, already overwhelmed by what was going to happen.

“Tell me, baby…” Danneel whispered, a wicked glint in her eye.

“I want to feel… feel your mouth on me,” she confessed, lifting her head to look down at the woman between her legs.

“You want me here?” the redhead asked, smirking.

Y/N hummed as slender fingers rubbed over the fabric of her panties, feeling how wet she was already. Danneel sat up for a brief moment, leaning over and capturing Jensen’s lips in a searing kiss before they pulled away, sharing a knowing smile.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” Jensen asked, smirking as he looked down at Y/N. “Want to feel that gorgeous mouth around my dick…”

She reached out for him as Danneel slowly pulled the thin lace of her panties down her smooth legs, flinging them behind her. She moved back between Y/N’s thighs, instantly drifting down and licking a long stripe against her folds. Y/N tossed her head back against the sheets, a wanton moan falling from her lips as she wrapped her hand around Jensen’s cock, pumping back and forth in a slow pace. Danneel moved her skilled muscle over the bundle of nerves in small circles, feeling the woman underneath her getting more aroused.

“Fuck… oh god, I-” Y/N gasped, as her eyes opened, her hand stroking faster.

He groaned, moving closer to her as he pulled her hand away, guiding her face closer to him. Y/N wrapped her lips around his hard shaft, sinking down and taking him deep into her mouth, feeling him press against the back of her throat. She moaned at the feel of him, bobbing her head back and forth, licking the tip as she came up before taking him in again. His hand gripped her hair tight, a low grunt escaping him as he lightly thrusted into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he looked down at her, “your mouth feels so fucking good, darlin’, taking me in so deep.”

Y/N glanced up at him as she continued to suck, her eyes fluttering as she felt Danneel alternate her ministrations between her clit and her folds, teasing her entrance. She released Jensen’s cock with a harsh breath, air burning her lungs as she grinded down against the redhead’s face. She whimpered, far too overwhelmed by everything she was feeling already thanks to them.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, smiling as he watched his wife pleasure the woman between them. “She taste good, honey?”

Danneel pulled back briefly, winking. “So good…”

Jensen tugged at her hand causing her to sit up on her knees, leaning closer to him. They kissed roughly, a groan leaving him as he tasted Y/N’s arousal on his wife’s tongue. Danneel pulled back from the kiss and shifted back between Y/N’s legs, continuing to pleasure her with her mouth. She could feel how close she was, her palms covering her breasts as rolled her nipples between her fingers, wanting to get to the edge.

“She feel good, Y/N?” Jensen asked, their eyes locked as she stared up at him. “You want her to make you cum on her tongue, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, loudly.

He smirked, biting his lip as he moved down, kissing her sensually. “She’s gonna make you cum hard, and then… then I’m gonna fuck you, hard and fast, make you feel it for days.”

“Oh fuck!” she yelled, her voice bouncing off the walls.

Danneel worked her tongue faster over Y/N’s swollen nub, moving it down between her folds and up again. With a few more flicks of her talented muscle, Y/N threw her back as her eyes shut tight, a shrieking moan ripped from her throat. She clenched her hands in Danneel’s red strands as the woman lapped at everything she had to give, smiling softly as she sat back on her heels.

“Fuck, that was something,” Jensen husked, as he shifted closer to Danneel, pressing his lips to hers in a rough kiss.

He pulled away, looking down at Y/N as she held herself up on her elbows, her eyes flicking between them. He moved off the bed, standing at the edge as his hands pressed into the flesh of her hips, turning her onto her stomach, causing her squeal in surprise. She giggled as Danneel shifted across the bed to face Y/N, their eyes locked as they leaned into each other, kissing passionately. Y/N whimpered as Danneel’s hands slid down her body, tweaking the stiff buds and making her head even more foggy than it already was. Y/N ripped her mouth away, looking back as she felt him smack his cock against her folds, catching the smirk on his face.

“You want it, darlin’?” he asked, his green eyes darkened as he gazed down at her.

“Yeah…” she breathed, nodding slowly as she shifted onto her hands and knees, pressing back against him.

He clicked his tongue at her, as he pressed his hand into the globe of her ass. “You’re gonna have to beg for it, Y/N. Beg me to fuck you, to make you cum.”

She whined slightly, her frustration and need to feel him inside her getting to her. She looked deep into the eyes of the woman in front of her, leaning into her touch as she stroked her cheek. Danneel smiled softly, her thumbs brushing against the soft skin of Y/N’s face, pressing light kisses to her lips. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, like any moment now she’d wake up and be alone in her hotel room, her hand between her legs as she indulged in one of her fantasies, but this was real. It was happening, even if she couldn’t quite believe it.

“Be a good girl and Jensen’s gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,” she whispered, kissing Y/N’s forehead.

“P-Please… please, fuck me,” she begged, briefly gazing up at Danneel before she turned her head to look back at Jensen. “Fuck me hard, wanna feel that cock deep inside me.”

Jensen made eye contact with her before he looked at Danneel, receiving a firm nod from her as she bit her lip, smirking. His gaze dropped down to Y/N, as he ran his cock through her folds, teasing her. She closed her eyes as he pressed against her entrance, and in one quick motion, he was buried deep inside her, his cock completely sheathed by her walls. She moaned wantonly, her eyes snapping open as she felt him thrust in and out, slowly building a rhythm. He set a fast pace as he gripped her hips, a groan escaping him as he relished the way she felt around him.

“Fuck, oh god,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering from the pleasure she was feeling. She hummed as Danneel held her close, their eyes meeting as she tried to focus.

“He feels good, doesn’t he?” she asked, a mischievous chuckle falling from her lips, cupping Y/N’s face in her hands. “Feels good being fucked deep and hard by that big cock, huh?”

Y/N’s only reply was a loud moan, almost muffled by the growl that escaped Jensen as he felt her walls contract around him, her arousal growing more with Danneel’s words.

“Dee, keep talking,” he ordered, smirking. “Fuck, she’s so wet and tight… so fucking perfect.”

Danneel smiled, looking deep into Y/N’s eyes. “Really? That’s so fucking hot, love seeing you getting fucked by my husband, taking his cock so well, Y/N. Can’t wait to see you cum so hard for him…”

“Fuck!” Y/N yelled, squeezing her eyes shut.

Jensen continued to pound into Y/N, his hips smacking against the curve of her ass, his sight slightly blurred as he gave into the euphoric bliss that he was feeling. He caught a glimpse of Danneel shifting down, spreading her legs in front of Y/N and guiding her face between them. She moaned as she threw her head back, feeling Y/N’s tongue lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, flicking over the swollen nub in tight circles. Y/N paid the redheaded woman the same attention she had to her, feeling a sense of pride as Danneel’s fingers combed into her hair, keeping her head in place.

“Fuck, just like that, Y/N,” Danneel cried out, looking down at her through hooded eyes. “Love feeling your mouth on me.”

She continued her ministrations, leaning onto her forearm to use her fingers on Danneel, thrusting them into her tight heat, matching the pace to the way Jensen was moving within her. She pulled her mouth away for a brief moment, resting her forehead on the inside of Danneel’s thigh as he slammed into her, her walls clenching tight around him as the familiar heat grew in her core.

“Fuck her harder, darlin’,” he groaned, gripping her hips tight in his hands as he watched them. “Want you both cum together…”

She worked her fingers faster, the tip of the digits pressing against the sweet spot inside that had Danneel’s walls contracting around them. Her tongue circled the bundle of nerves at the same time, wanting the redhead to get to the edge at the same time as her. Moans and whimpers filled the room as they both felt themselves getting closer to their release, as Jensen pounded deep into Y/N. With another few thrusts of his hips, Y/N dropped her head down as she screamed his name, feeling the coil within her snap, her wetness covering his shaft. She moved her fingers quickly, as she gazed up at Danneel, smirking as the woman underneath her threw her head back, a string of expletives escaping her as she came hard on Y/N’s fingers. As they reached the peak of pleasure together, Y/N’s orgasm triggered Jensen’s, a few shallow thrusts from him as his neck strained back, a strangled moan ripping  from his throat, his cock throbbing as spurts of his seed coated her walls.

Y/N breathed heavily as she rolled onto her back, sliding up next to Danneel as they both came down from the euphoric high. Y/N moaned softly as the beautiful woman turned into her, kissing her lips, sensually. She pulled her close, their mouths fused together in a passionate embrace, as Jensen moved behind Y/N, nipping at her neck. Danneel pulled away, combing her hand through Y/N’s hair as their eyes locked, both of them smiling at each other.

“That was definitely unexpected,” Y/N muttered with a small giggle.

“But it was fucking incredible,” Jensen stated, as he held himself up on his elbow, looking down at both of them.

Y/N nodded in agreement, pushing herself up to kiss him, once, twice before she laid back, sighing in content. Danneel glanced up at her husband, raising her eyebrows in a silent question that they both already knew. He winked at her, causing a wide grin to spread across her face as she met Y/N’s gaze again.

“So… can we expect you in New Orleans next week? Maybe have a repeat of tonight?” she asked, her hand stroking over Y/N’s arm gently.

She looked between both of them, biting her lip as she thought about the offer. When she arrived for the con, she never thought that this would be how the weekend came to a close, but she certainly wouldn’t change anything about it, especially what had just occurred. She didn’t think she’d ever do something like this, but now that she had, there was no way she could go back to living her life the way she used to.

With another kiss to the redhead’s lips, she looked up at Jensen and nodded, smiling softly as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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[sofreddie]

Hi it’s awkward me again! Here is my request idea! I was thinking danneel x shy! Female reader where they are on set and danneel is shooting a shirtless scene and reader can’t keep her off on her, and danneel noticed her stare, and takes her to the trailer and confess her feelings and kisses her maybe smut? If you are feeling froggy! ❤️

Of course you don’t have to write this!!

I’m a awkward turtle!! 🐢🐢

REQUEST #2: Anon - Hey beautiful I don’t know if you are taking request but I had a idea for danneel x reader where they are in high school and the reader is a huge nerd and doesn’t get out a lot, danneel  ask her to hang out at her place and they kiss, maybe some fluffy smut?✨❤️

At Last

Characters: Danneel Harris x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (Vaginal Fingering, Thigh Riding)

BBB: LINGERIE (@badbitchesbingo)

LGBTQ: CLOTHES SWAP (@lgbtqbingo)

ANGST: ACTOR AU (@anyfandomangstbingo)

WC: 2491

A/N: Sorry this took me months to get to! Life's been busy and writer's block has been mean, lol. I combined the requests into one, and I felt they worked really well together. Hope you enjoy!

The auditorium of the high school wasn’t large, but it seemed overwhelmingly huge as Y/N quietly wandered in, her books clung tightly against her chest as she silently slunk into one of the many chairs. Her eyes took in the stage, several other students interacting with one another as they auditioned for the drama club.

Y/N loved theater and film, but could never get the courage to actually be out front and seen. Rather, she was more interested in the behind-the-scenes work, helping backstage and assisting the actors so they could put on the show. Even though she was shy and didn’t have any friends, she forced herself to go, determined to not let her social shortcomings hold her back.

“Hey, you new here?”

A soft voice drew her attention, turning to the side to see Danneel Harris of all people talking to her. Of course, Y/N knew who she was, Danneel being one of the more popular people in school. But she never expected she’d talk to her of all people.

“To the club,” Y/N admitted with a nod. Though she’d been at the school the whole time Danneel had been, she wasn’t surprised she didn’t know her.

“That’s what I meant,” Danneel responded, rising from her seat to come to sit directly beside Y/N. “I’m Dani,” she introduced herself with a warm smile and an extended hand. Returning the small smile, Y/N shook her hand and turned her attention back to the stage. 

Dani took an immediate liking to Y/N, though she wasn’t sure why, and the pair quickly became inseparable friends. Even Dani’s more popular friends couldn’t understand why she spent so much time with Y/N, but Dani would shut them down, defending her best friend. They remained the closest of friends all throughout school and Y/N struggled with it greatly. Not because they were friends, and not because she was a shy introvert that had a hard time keeping up with Dani’s outgoing persona. 

It was because Y/N was certain that she’d fallen in love with her best friend.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She couldn’t talk to her family, they’d never understand. And she didn’t have other friends to talk to either. All she had was Dani and she was not about to risk their entire friendship by telling her that she was in love with her. Though Y/N hadn’t ever dated anyone, Dani had had a few boyfriends. Boyfriends. Not girlfriends. 

That was enough for Y/N to continue suffering in silence. Throughout college and into their careers they stayed side-by-side, their friendship unbreakable and thriving. Y/N was always grateful for Dani, to have such a wonderful person in her life. Even if it was only as a friend, she considered herself lucky just to be in Dani’s orbit.

After college, it didn’t take long for Dani to start landing roles, her look and talent much desired in the industry. As her career took off, Y/N helped her with the non-acting side of her career and before long Y/N took on the role of Dani’s Personal Assistant. A job that suited her perfectly and allowed the both of them to spend as much time together as possible. Dani’s insistence that they were better as a team only solidified it.

Now, Y/N stood amongst the flutter of people running about on set, readying to shoot a scene in the movie they were working on. Y/N stood off to the side, papers held to her chest like a shield as she watched the scene. 

Her eyes were transfixed on Dani, as always. Except this particular scene was a lead-in for a sexual encounter. As Dani spoke her lines, removing her top for the male actor opposite her in the scene, Y/N’s eyes locked onto her revealed chest. 

She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight, the lingerie they’d picked for the scene highlighting Dani’s curves enticingly. She subtly licked her lips, her heart clenching as it always did when she thought about what she wanted but could never have.

When they called cut on the scene, wrapping for the day, Y/N was startled from her musings. Embarrassed, she glanced around, seeing everyone busy and no one noticing her. Sometimes she was grateful to be ‘invisible’.

“Hey,” Dani interrupted her thoughts with a smile, her shirt back in place. “You okay? You look like you were off in La La Land,” she chuckled.

Y/N nodded and apologized, shuffling her feet, hoping the heat in her cheeks wasn’t noticeable. Dani smirked and for a moment, she thought she’d been caught.

“Come on, let’s go to the trailer so I can change and we can head home,” Dani urged, taking Y/N by the hand and leading her away. 

That was part of what made her suffering so much worse. They were roommates, always together, and Dani loved to take her by the hand all the time. It was such a casual and normal thing for her and Y/N loved and hated it equally. This time, despite the ache in her heart, she let Dani take her hand and allowed herself to imagine on the short walk to the trailer that it meant so much more.

“Your schedule is open the rest of the evening,” Y/N began once they were behind the closed door of the trailer, prattling off from the papers in her hands. “But you do have to be back early tomorrow morning for shooting.”

“So we’re not gonna talk about what happened back there?”

Y/N’s head snapped to Dani, her brow creased as she tried to formulate a response. Dani’s grin only confused her more.

“You were watching me.”

“Well, I, uh…it’s my job, you know, to be there a-and support you-”

Dani took several slow steps towards Y/N, her hips swaying with the movement. Y/N had seen those moves before when Dani was hitting on some poor schmuck who didn’t deserve her. 

“So it wasn’t the same look you had at the bonfire that night?”

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, remembering exactly what Dani was talking about - not that it ever strayed far from her mind.

-

Too many people. There were too many people, all around, cheering and dancing and drinking, the light of the bonfire illuminating the forest around them. Holding her red plastic cup, Y/N leaned against a tree on the outskirts of the party, always feeling on the outskirts of everything and everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dani appeared in front of her, managing to tear herself away from throngs of other students vying for her attention. “You doin’ okay?”

Y/N nodded and smiled tightly, lowering her head and shuffling her feet, “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright,” Dani smirked, nudging Y/N’s shoulder, “What’s really going on, huh?”

“Nothing,” Y/N insisted, but Dani’s look told her she wouldn’t get away that easily. “I don’t really talk to any of these people. I don’t really know anyone here, except you.”

Dani smirked knowingly, taking Y/N by the hand and quickly moving through the trees and away from all the noise and partygoers. She stopped by the river, the fire still in view from their position but they still had a sense of privacy.

“I’d rather hang out with you anyway,” Dani chuckled, taking Y/N’s drink and indulging in a large sip before passing it back with a grin.

“You don’t have to,” Y/N tried, feeling awful for taking her friend away from all the fun that she was clearly enjoying. She didn’t want to be a burden, but she also wouldn’t reject the alone time with the woman she loved.

“I want to,” Dani insisted, brushing stray hairs back from Y/N’s face.

Her heart leaped into her throat and stuck there as Dani leaned ever closer, the sweet smile gone from her face, replaced with a look Y/N had never seen before. 

Then it happened.

Dani’s eyes closed, her lips pressed to Y/N’s tentatively. It took her mind a minute to catch up, but when she did, Y/N let her eyes flutter closed. Tilting her head, she deepened the kiss, Dani letting out a small hum. When Dani’s tongue teased across her lips, Y/N opened willingly, moaning at the taste greeting her.

But it was over all too soon.

“Come on,” Dani smiled once more, “Let’s go back for a little, and then we’ll go home, okay?”

Y/N nodded dumbly, still lost in the feel of the kiss, her heart beating wildly.

-

Panicked, Y/N tried to save face, to backtrack and hope that she wasn’t about to lose her best friend, “T-that was years ago,” Y/N struggled, still gaping over the situation.

“And yet, we both remember it clearly,” Dani said, brushing some of the hair back from Y/N‘s neck and locking eyes with her, “I think about it all the time over the years. Hard not to when we’re together all the time. And I just can’t help but think that maybe this-” she gestured between them, “-is supposed to be more.”

“M-more?” Y/N stuttered, thinking maybe this was a dream because there was no way Dani was standing before her saying these things right now.

Dani dropped her gaze, a blush spreading across her cheeks and Y/N’s heart nearly stopped at the words she spoke, “I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for years. But I didn’t know how you felt about, you know, girls.”

“I love you too,” Y/N hurriedly spat out, closing her eyes and taking a breath at her sudden outburst. Opening them, she locked eyes with Dani once more, stepping closer to be right in her aura, “I wish you’d said something sooner. I thought you weren’t interested or weren’t into girls.”

Y/N began to tear up, her emotions overwhelming her. Dani’s bashfulness took a backseat as concern overtook her, wanting to protect Y/N as she had always done.

“Don’t cry,” Dani urged, cupping Y/N’s face and wiping the tears away. “This is a good thing.”

Y/N laughed through her tears and Dani embraced her, holding Y/N close as she let her work through her feelings. She’d been in turmoil for years, over her feelings, over who or what she was, over all of it. Then, as if lightning struck her, she realized she didn’t need to be afraid anymore. Dani loved her and had her back, and she wanted the same thing.

Pulling back, Y/N took one more look into Dani’s eyes, finding the truth of it there, before she pressed her lips to hers. Dani smiled into the kiss, her hands smoothing down the sides of Y/N’s hair before cupping her face and kissing her deeper.

Y/N gasped into the kiss, all the pent-up feeling over the years crashing over her and easing away with every touch of Danneel against her. Dani seemed to have her own suppressed desires, her want and need palpable in her kisses as she led Y/N with urgency towards the bed at the back of the trailer.

“Wait,” Y/N pulled from Dani as her calves hit the end of the bed, her head spinning. “A-are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything, Y/N.”

That was all it took for Y/N to cup Dani’s face, kissing her hard and with unrestrained passion. The moan Dani gave shot through Y/N like lightning. Spinning, she gently pushed Dani to fall back on the bed. Dani giggled and Y/N smiled wide, crawling over her and capturing her lips once more.

Clothes were tossed aside with smiles and giggles, the tension and uncertainty fading away with every intimate moment between them. Before long, Dani was laid back on the bed, the sexy lingerie still adorning her body, making Y/N take in a shuddering breath.

Dani was patient, letting Y/N get her fill, pleased with the look of awe and wonder in her eyes. Y/N gently ran a hand down Dani’s chest, between her breasts and over the lace of the bra, before leaning down and allowing her lips to kiss along the same trail. Removing her bra, Y/N marveled at Dani’s perfect breasts. Reaching up she massaged both breasts in her hands, enjoying the soft skin and weight of them before leaning in to encase one nipple in her mouth.

Dani squirmed beneath her, her hands roaming through Y/N's hair. Feeling encouraged, Y/N quickly stripped Dani bare before removing her own clothes. She lay on her side next to Dani, face-to-face as they both smiled. Dani moved first, leaning in to kiss Y/N, encouraging her hands back on her skin.

In a swift move, Dani had Y/N on her back, hovering over her with a menacing grin. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound fading into a moan as Dani’s hand smoothed over Y/N’s mound, a finger catching and teasing on her hooded clit. Y/N gasped, her legs spreading wider as Dani leaned down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss.

Dani’s fingers traveled through Y/N’s folds, gathering the wetness before sliding two fingers into her core. Y/N bucked, her hands landing on Dani’s hips. Dani’s fingers were small but dexterous, finding and hitting Y/N’s sensitive spots with ease. She moaned, feeling Dani grinding her own wet folds against Y/N’s thigh. Her hands encouraged Dani’s movement, pressing her thigh up into Dani harder as she wriggled her own hips into Dani’s hand.

Being so wound up, it didn’t take long for either of them to cum, panting their releases into one another’s mouths. As Dani relaxed against her body, Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and feeling Dani’s heartbeat against her own. She couldn’t believe what had just happened and she was worried how it was going to affect them afterwards. They were best friends, roommates, and they worked together. 

Dani leaned back and pecked Y/N’s lips with a sweet smile before climbing off of her, reaching for her clothes and quickly dressing. Y/N sat up and silently moved to get her own clothes, not really paying attention, her mind in turmoil.

“Hurry up!” Dani exclaimed, tossing Y/N’s clothes at her with a smile. “Wanna get home.”

Y/N looked over at Dani, her brow furrowing as she noticed they had switched shirts. Dani laughed before Y/N could point it out.

“Don’t care,” Dani responded, cupping Y/N’s face and kissing her lips sweetly. “Comin’ right off when we get home anyway.”

Y/N stood dazed, blinking several times before rushing after a smirking Dani. She was eager to get home too.

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✨His true fate - Part 15/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 7018

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jensen chuckled, his chest vibrating against your cheek. “Actually, I got snipped years ago”, he mumbled, a playful smile on his lips.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”, you asked, trying to keep your tone light and playful. A tiny bit of disappointment formed in your head at the thought, but you quickly pushed it away, not wanting Jensen to sense anything.

He nodded, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. “Yeah, it seemed like the best option at the time”, he said softly.

Jensen leaned down, kissing the top of your head, then softly pressing your head back onto his chest. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat began to soothe your lingering thoughts.

“You okay?”, he asked gently, his voice filled with concern.

You looked up at him, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine”, you replied, snuggling closer. “Just a bit surprised, that’s all”.

Jensen’s hand continued its soothing movements on your back. “If you knew the whole story, you wouldn’t be surprised, believe me”, he mumbled, chuckling bitterly.

You lifted your head slightly to look at him, concern etched on your face. “What do you mean?”, you asked softly, sensing the underlying pain in his words.

Jensen sighed, his gaze turning distant for a moment. “It’s a long story”, he said quietly. “One that involves some tough decisions and moments I’d rather forget”.

You placed your hand on his cheek, gently guiding his gaze back to yours. “You can tell me, you know..”, you whispered.

Jensen sighed, a weighty sound that seemed to carry the burden of past decisions. He began speaking slowly, his words carefully measured. “I wanted to get a divorce twice before”, he admitted, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and relief at finally sharing this with you. “The first time was two years after our marriage. Things weren’t going well, and I was ready to call it quits”.

You listened intently, your heart aching for him as he continued. “But just as I was about to bring it up, Danneel told me she was pregnant. It was like a curveball that changed everything. Suddenly, I couldn’t just walk away”.

He paused, his fingers stilling on your back for a moment before he resumed his gentle caresses. “Then again, in 2016, I found myself in the same place, feeling like things were falling apart. I was ready to end it, to move on. But then Danneel told me she was pregnant again, this time with the twins”.

You felt a pang of sadness for the struggle he had gone through, and you squeezed his hand gently, urging him to continue. “It’s like every time I thought I could make a clean break, something would happen to pull me back. I felt trapped”.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours with a vulnerable intensity. “Getting the vasectomy was my way of taking back control, making sure I wouldn’t find myself in that position again”.

"Oh”, you mumbled, processing everything he had just shared. Jensen sighed again before continuing.

“For the last few years, Danneel and I had some kind of deal”, he began, his voice tinged with resignation. “For the public, we’re still a happy family, happily married. But in private, we can sleep with whoever we want, as long as none of our affairs talk to the media or we don’t get caught. I was kind of fine with it—not happy, but okay”.

You could sense the weight of his words, the complexity of his situation pressing down on him. “Then, last year, something changed”, he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound clarity. “I… don’t want to have affairs anymore. I want a real relationship, one that’s built on love and not on pressure like my marriage with Danneel”.

Your heart ached for him, understanding the deep yearning he had for something more meaningful. “Jensen”, you said softly, your hand gently caressing his cheek. “You deserve to be truly happy, to be in a relationship where you’re loved for who you are”.

"I know now..”, Jensen murmured, his voice tinged with resignation. He shifted slightly, his gaze distant as he continued. “The sad part is, it’s not that easy. Danneel can be a very difficult person, especially if she doesn’t like someone. She can be a real bitch about things”.

Your heart sank hearing his candid words about the challenges ahead.

“Getting a divorce will be fucking hell”, Jensen admitted with a sigh, his brow furrowing. “But even after that, I don’t think she’ll let me live in peace, especially with a new woman in my life”.

There was a silence. You didn’t know what to say, feeling the weight of his words hanging in the air. Eventually, Jensen broke it, mumbling, “There. Another massive red flag”.

You sighed, popping up on your elbows and raising a brow at him. “Do you really think a bitchy ex-wife would scare me away?”, you asked, a hint of defiance in your voice.

Jensen took a deep breath, his expression serious. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with, (Y/N)”, he said quietly. “She broke me, and I’m a really strong person. She manipulated me in ways it took years for me to realize. She played me against my family, my friends, even myself and my morals”.

You studied his face for a moment, taking in the pain and seriousness etched into his features. “It seems like you want to scare me away”, you said softly, a note of concern in your voice.

Jensen sighed, his grip on your hip tightening slightly. “No… but… I don’t want to see you get ruined”, he mumbled. “I’ve met a lot of women over the years. They all think, ‘As soon as I get Jensen hooked, I’ll get Danneel out of the way’, but it’s not that simple. Danneel has ways to hurt you that are just cruel. She did things to women I didn’t even love… I can’t even tell you about it”.

He paused, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and regret. “Now imagine I tell her I’m divorcing because I fell in love with someone else”.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. He hadn’t said he loved you explicitly, but that little indication was enough to make your stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and hope. “Jensen”, you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “You can’t live your life in fear of her. If you want a future, a real future with someone who loves you, you have to take that risk”.

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “But what if she does to you what she did to them? What if she ruins you too?”.

You looked into Jensen’s eyes, your own filled with determination and a hint of vulnerability. “Look at me, Jensen”, you said softly but firmly. “Do I look like I’m easy to get rid of? Do I seem like all the women you met before?”.

His gaze softened as he studied your face, searching for the truth in your words. “You ever had such a connection with somebody else like you have with me?”, you continued, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

Your breath hitched slightly as you let the weight of those words settle between you. There was an undeniable electricity, a deep bond that had grown between you, and you hoped he could see it too.

Jensen’s expression softened further, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—relief, hope, and lingering fear. He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. “No”, he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve never felt anything like this before”.

A wave of relief washed over you at his admission.

“Then give it a damn try”, you mumbled, your voice soft but determined. “Stop trying to scare me away by finding a problem for every solution”.

Jensen’s eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and affection. He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he shook his head slightly. “You’re something else”, he said, his voice tinged with both amazement and gratitude. “You know that?”.

You smiled softly, feeling a sense of determination and confidence. “Yeah, I know”, you mumbled, your voice playful yet sincere. “Maybe that’s why I ran into you. Someone average wouldn’t hold up with your old luggage-packed ass”.

As soon as the words spilled from your mouth, you slapped your hand over your lips, surprised by your own boldness. Jensen’s eyes widened for a moment before a deep, hearty laugh rumbled from his chest.

“Wow”, he said between laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can’t believe you just fucking said that”.

You removed your hand, a sheepish smile on your face. “I´m sorry”, you said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

Jensen shook his head, still chuckling. “Don´t be. I needed that”, he said, his laughter subsiding as he looked at you with warmth and appreciation. “I really did”.

You smiled, feeling the tension between you ease. “I guess sometimes we need to laugh about the heavy stuff”, you said softly.

Jensen nodded, his expression turning serious but affectionate. “You really are something else”, he repeated, his voice filled with admiration.

You hid your face against his chest, still slightly ashamed despite his laughter. You knew he was a wonderful person, and his past didn’t define him, so you actually felt bad for your words, even if he found them funny. He brushed his fingers through your hair, a soothing gesture that made you feel a bit better.

“You’re really not wrong”, he mumbled, his voice gentle. “Being with me is all cool and fun as long as I don’t catch feelings and unless Danneel finds out. After that, it’s for real fucking hard… Maybe there’s a tiny little chance you’re able to keep up with her. I mean, your boldness speaks for itself…”.

He paused, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Ms. I-call-Jensen-Ackles-an-old-fuck-and-he-still-wants-to-fuck-me-instead-of-kicking-me-out”, he revealed with a chuckle.

You laughed softly, your face still buried in his chest. “I really didn’t mean to call you that”, you mumbled, your voice muffled against his skin.

Jensen chuckled, his chest vibrating against you. “You sure about that? Because your never-ending old man jokes indicate pretty much the same”.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, maybe there’s some truth to it”, you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Jensen laughed again, shaking his head. “I suppose I’ll have to get used to it, won’t I?”, he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You nodded, a genuine smile spreading across your face. “Yes, you will. And I’ll be right here, making sure you never forget just how old you are”.

He rolled his eyes, his expression filled with mock exasperation. “Oh, great. Just what I needed”.

You both laughed, the sound filling the room and easing the lingering tension.

Just then, Jensen’s phone vibrated on the nightstand, interrupting the moment. He reached over and picked it up, glancing at the screen. A message from Jared flashed up: “You’re done? Still waiting on that call back, Ackles”.

Jensen sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “Jared never gives up, does he?”.

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Better not keep him waiting too long, old man. He might think you’ve fallen asleep”.

Jensen laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll call him back”. He dialed Jared’s number and put the phone to his ear. After a few rings, Jared picked up.

"Finally done with that ‘project’?”, Jared teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Jensen chuckled, glancing at you with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, we’re done. What’s up, Padalecki?”.

Jared’s tone shifted slightly, becoming more direct. “What’s up with the pizza? You and your lady still coming over? I sent Gen and the kids to her sister’s place, so it’s just us tonight”.

Jensen’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, shit, Jared, I completely forgot”, he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “We got caught up with, well, you know…”.

Jared laughed heartily on the other end. “Yeah, I can imagine. But hurry up, man. The pizza’s getting cold and I don’t want to eat it all by myself”.

Jensen grinned, looking at you apologetically. “Alright, we’ll be there in twenty minutes. Thanks for the reminder, man”.

Jared chuckled again. “No problem. Just don’t keep me waiting too long”.

You raised an eyebrow as Jensen hung up the phone, a playful smirk forming on your lips. “So, pizza night at Jared’s, huh?”, you teased, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jensen turned to you with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, sorry about that. I meant to tell you earlier”, he admitted, scratching the back of his head. “Things got a bit… distracted”.

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. “Distracted is one way to put it”, you replied with a playful wink. “But hey, pizza sounds good. And it’ll be nice to hang out with Jared and catch up”.

Jensen nodded in agreement, his expression lightening up. “Yeah, definitely. Sorry again for not mentioning it sooner”.

“It’s alright”, you assured him. “Let’s not keep Jared waiting too long. He might start thinking we’re avoiding him”.

Jensen laughed, “Knowing Jared, he’s probably already on his fifth slice”, he joked.

As the two of you stood up, it became clear that neither of you could go out like this. The scent of sex clung to both of you, making it obvious what you had been up to. You exchanged a knowing glance, and Jensen chuckled, shaking his head.

“Guess a quick shower is in order”, he said.

You nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea”, you replied, your cheeks flushing slightly.

Jensen grabbed your hand, leading you towards the bathroom. “Come on, let’s make it quick”.

You laughed, following him into the bathroom. Once inside, you both quickly stepped into the shower. The warm water cascading over you was refreshing, washing away the remnants of your earlier intimacy.

Jensen reached for the shampoo, lathering it in his hands before gently massaging it into your hair. His fingers moved in soothing circles, and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment.

“You know, this isn’t a bad way to start an evening”, you remarked, smiling as you leaned into his touch.

Jensen chuckled softly. “Maybe we should make this a tradition then”, he replied, rinsing the shampoo from your hair.

You both quickly finished washing up, the shared space and intimate touches making the shower feel like a continuation of your connection rather than a chore. Once you were both clean, Jensen turned off the water, and you stepped out, reaching for the towels.

As you stepped out of the shower, Jensen handed you a towel, and you both began to dry off. The steam from the shower still hung in the air, adding a cozy warmth to the bathroom.

Once you were both dry, you made your way back to the bedroom to get dressed. Jensen quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a casual shirt, while you picked out a comfortable outfit suitable for a relaxed evening. As you pulled your shirt over your head, you caught Jensen watching you, a warm, affectionate look in his eyes.

“What?”, you asked, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing”, he said softly, his smile widening. “Just thinking about how lucky I am”.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m the lucky one”, you whispered before leaning in to kiss him gently.

After a moment, you both pulled away, the sense of urgency returning as you remembered your plans. You grabbed your keys and headed with Jensen toward your car.

“Ready for a night of pizza and Jared’s endless teasing?”, he asked with a grin.

You laughed, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Absolutely not”.

You both climbed into the car, and you started the engine. The drive to Jared’s place was filled with light conversation and the comfortable silence that comes from being completely at ease with each other.

When you arrived, Jared’s house was lit up, a welcoming sight. You could already smell the delicious aroma of pizza wafting through the air as you approached the door. Jensen rang the doorbell, and almost immediately, Jared swung the door open, a wide grin on his face.

“About time, Ackles”, Jared teased, stepping aside to let you both in. “I was beginning to think you got lost”.

Jensen laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry for the delay. We had to, uh, freshen up”.

Jared’s eyebrows shot up, and he glanced between the two of you with a knowing smirk. “Freshen up, huh? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”.

You blushed slightly, but Jensen just chuckled. “Yep, that’s our story and we’re sticking to it”.

Jared led you both into the living room, where several boxes of pizza were spread out on the coffee table. He gave you a cheeky grin as you settled onto the couch.

“You guys probably need some food after, you know, ‘freshening up’. You seemed pretty… well, exhausted on the phone earlier”, Jared teased, winking at you.

You laughed, feeling your face heat up. “We were just… busy”, you replied, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide your amusement.

Jensen smirked, grabbing a slice of pizza. “Yeah, busy”, he echoed, giving Jared a playful glare. “Now, let’s talk about something else before this gets out of hand”.

Jared chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright”.

Jared nodded, taking a bite of his pizza before turning to Jensen. “So, how was the flight? Smooth ride?”.

Jensen nodded, swallowing his bite. “Yeah, it was fine. A bit bumpy during landing, but nothing we couldn’t handle”, he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

You listened intently, glad for the diversion and the chance to enjoy some pizza. As they talked about the flight details and upcoming conventions, you felt genuinely curious. You knew Jensen, Jared, and some of their colleagues attended conventions, but you weren’t entirely sure what they involved.

“What exactly happens at these conventions?”, you asked, leaning forward with interest. “I mean, I know you guys go for work-related stuff, but what does that entail?”.

Jared grinned, clearly pleased to explain. “Well, it’s a mix of things. There are panels where we discuss the show, meet-and-greets with fans, autograph sessions, sometimes even special events or parties”. he explained. “It’s a chance for us to connect with fans, share stories, and just have a good time”.

Jensen nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s like a big gathering of fans and colleagues. We get to interact with people who love the show and support us”, he added.

You nodded, starting to see why these conventions were such a big part of their lives. “That sounds really cool, actually. Meeting fans must be pretty rewarding”.

“Kinda”, Jensen confirmed, then added, “Speaking of…”. He turned to Jared and held out his hand. Jared reached behind the couch and handed Jensen a small bag he had nearby.

Jensen took the bag and handed it to you. “This is for you”, he said, his tone gentle yet filled with anticipation.

Curious, you opened the bag and found a Ticket and a small card with Jensen’s face on it. You looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and confusion on your face. “What is this?”, you asked, holding up the items.

Jensen grinned. “It’s a VIP ticket to our convention”, he explained. “And the card is for a photo op—with me. I wanted you to see what it’s like firsthand, to experience it with us”.

Jared chimed in, grinning. “We thought it would be a fun way to show you our world. Plus, you’ll get to meet some of the fans and see what all the fuss is about”.

You felt a warm wave of appreciation and excitement wash over you. “Thank you”.

Jared grinned. “It’s going to be a lot of fun. You’ll see”.

You looked back at the Ticket and the photo op card, curiosity piqued. “So, what does VIP mean exactly? Does that mean I get to chill with you guys?”.

Jensen shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a slightly sheepish smile. “Not quite. VIP means you get the best seats for panels, early access to autograph sessions, and other perks like special events. But the actors have a room called the green room where we take breaks between photos and panels and stuff. It’s our little hideaway”.

You crumbled in mock disappointment. “Damn it”, you said, feigning a pout.

Jared laughed, shaking his head. “Hey, don’t be too upset. Fans would kill for a VIP ticket. You’re getting the royal treatment here”.

Jensen nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, you’re getting the full experience. And trust me, it’s a lot of fun. Plus, you’ll get to see a side of us you don’t normally see”.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, alright. I guess I can live with that. It’ll be fun to see you guys in action and meet the fans”.

Jared grinned. “That’s the spirit".

The conversation continued with Jensen and Jared sharing more stories and tips about conventions, making you feel even more excited about the upcoming event.

As the evening wore on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Suddenly, your phone rang. You glanced at the screen and saw it was your mom calling.

“It’s my mom”, you said, standing up. “I need to get this”. You walked towards the front door to take the call, leaving Jensen and Jared behind.

As soon as you stepped out of the door, Jared gave Jensen a hard shove, causing him to nearly drop his seventh pizza slice. “What?!”, Jensen grumbled with a full mouth, looking at Jared with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

Jared shook his head, trying to stifle a laugh. “You let her answer my call while you were… you know!". He gestured vaguely, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Jensen grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Hey, she handled it like a pro”, he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “Besides, it was your idea to call in the first place”.

Jared rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Jensen swallowed his pizza, grinning even more as he started to explain, “Well, I wasn’t actually inside her… it was more—”.

Jared quickly held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Nope, nope! I do not need those details, Ackles. Spare me the mental images, please”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, I’ll spare you. But seriously, you walked right into that one with your call”.

Jared laughed, leaning back on the couch. “Yeah, I suppose I did. But next time, a little heads-up would be appreciated”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “What the fuck did you expect? I haven’t seen her for over eight weeks!”.

Jared raised both hands in mock surrender. “When I called you, it had been three hours since I dropped the two of you off! Who fucks for three hours?”.

Jensen smirked, leaning back against the couch. “Apparently, we do”, he replied with a smug grin. “We were making up for lost time”.

Jared laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Man, I don’t know whether to be impressed or horrified. Probably a little of both”.

Jensen just grinned wider, clearly enjoying Jared’s reaction.

“But seriously, you’re good?”.

Jensen nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah, man, we’re good. Better than good, actually”.

Jared smiled, genuine warmth in his eyes. “That’s great to hear. I’m really happy for you guys”. He paused, his expression turning a bit more serious. “I’m hoping that with things going well, you’ll now have a reason to take the step”.

Jensen glanced at you, standing outside on the porch, then back at Jared, understanding the implication. “You mean the divorce”.

Jared nodded. “Yeah, man. It’s been a long time coming. You deserve to be happy, and it sounds like you’ve found something really special here. Don’t let anything hold you back”.

Jensen took a deep breath and nodded. “I know. It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. I just want to make sure it’s the right time, for everyone involved”.

Jared leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “There’s never a perfect time, but sometimes you just have to take that leap".

That’s when you came back into the room, finishing your call with your mom. You noticed the serious expressions on their faces and sensed you’d walked into an important conversation.

“What did I miss?”, you asked.

Jensen and Jared exchanged a quick glance, their serious expressions melting into a shared smile. Jared leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Oh, nothing serious”, Jared replied casually, waving off the tension. “Just talking about life, the universe, you know, the usual”.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying their attempt to brush off the conversation. “Uh-huh”, you said skeptically, crossing your arms. “You guys look like you just solved world peace or something”.

Jensen chuckled, standing up and stretching. “Come on, it’s getting late. We should probably head out”.

Jared nodded, getting up from the couch as well. “Yeah, thanks for coming over, you two. It was fun”.

You followed them to the door, still curious but deciding not to press further for now. “Thanks for having us”, you replied with a smile.

With a final round of goodbyes, you and Jensen headed back to the car. As you drove home, you couldn’t help but wonder about the conversation you had interrupted. But seeing Jensen’s relaxed demeanor, you decided to let it be for now.

As you arrived home, you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Jensen followed you, his presence a comforting shadow. As you stood in front of the mirror, taking off your earrings, Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of contentment and affection.

You smiled at his reflection in the mirror, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “You know, you’re kind of clingy tonight”, you teased gently.

Jensen chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. “Just making up for lost time”, he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

Your fingers trailing lightly over his forearm. “Everything okay?”, you asked softly, sensing there was more on his mind.

Jensen’s eyes met yours in the mirror, a flicker of vulnerability passing through them. “Yeah, everything’s fine”, he said, though you could tell he was still processing the earlier conversation with Jared. “Just… a lot to think about”.

You nodded understandingly, knowing that sometimes words weren’t immediately necessary. “You can always talk to me”, you said softly, your voice a gentle reassurance.

Jensen smiled softly, his eyes flickering with gratitude. “I know”, he mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss against your neck. His lips were warm against your skin, a silent expression of his feelings.

You tilted your head slightly, allowing him access as his kisses trailed along your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Jensen’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, seeking comfort and connection in the closeness of your embrace.

You sighed softly, enjoying the warmth of his kisses as they trailed down to your shoulder. “I really like Jared”, you mumbled, your voice filled with genuine affection for his friend.

Jensen pushed your shirt slightly over your shoulder, his lips following the newly exposed skin. “He’s quite the matchmaker, huh?”, he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

You chuckled softly, your fingers kept tracing the contours of his forearm. “Yeah, he is. I think he just wants to see you happy”.

Jensen paused for a moment, lifting his head to look into your eyes through the mirror. “He’s always been there for me, even through the tough times".

One of his hands gently slipped inside your shorts and panties, his touch both gentle and possessive. You gasped softly at the sensation, leaning back into him as he continued to explore your skin with his lips and hands.

“He’s a good friend”, you murmured, your voice trembling slightly with anticipation and pleasure. “And I’m glad he’s in your life”.

Jensen’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing and caressing you in ways that made your breath hitch. “I’m glad you’re in my life”, he whispered against your ear, his voice husky with emotion.

His hand continued its journey, slipping further inside your panties until he gently pushed two fingers inside your pussy. The sensation made you gasp, your body arching into his touch. Instinctively, you dug your nails into his forearm, the pleasure radiating through you in waves.

Jensen groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. “You’re so perfect”, he murmured, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately, driving you wild with need.

You could barely form words, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you leaned back against him. “Jensen…”, you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with the intensity of your feelings.

His other hand moved to cup your breast, squeezing gently as his lips continued to explore your neck and shoulder. “I love the way you respond to me”, he said, his voice thick with desire. “I love knowing I can make you feel like this”.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. Jensen’s fingers inside you moved with a steady rhythm, each motion pushing you closer to the edge. He seemed so confident, so assured in his movements, demonstrating just how much experience he had. It was almost effortless for him to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

Jensen’s hand on your breast squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of warmth and sensation in their wake. Every touch, every kiss, was perfectly timed, perfectly placed, making you fall apart in his arms.

His fingers inside you curled slightly, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. “Jensen… oh… shit”, you gasped, your nails digging deeper into his forearm.

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. “That’s it, baby”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let go for me”.

His thumb brushed over your nipple again, his other hand moving to your clit, circling it with a gentle, but insistent pressure. The combination of his fingers inside you and the attention on your clit was driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You felt the tension building within you, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your body trembling with anticipation. “Jensen… I’m so close,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

His lips found your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. “Come for me”, he whispered, his voice a low, seductive growl.

With his words, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure overwhelming. And then, with a final flick of his fingers and a gentle squeeze of your breast, you came undone. Your body convulsed in his arms, a cry of ecstasy escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Jensen held you close, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out your orgasm until you were left trembling and breathless. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, his touch gentle and soothing as you came down from your high.

As your breathing began to steady, Jensen pulled back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Did you count how many times I made you come this evening?”, he teased, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and affection.

You laughed softly, still trying to catch your breath. “I lost track”, you admitted, your voice a bit shaky but filled with warmth.

Jensen grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I’m not done yet”.

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. “Oh really?”.

Jensen nodded, his hands moving to gently caress your sides. “Really”, he murmured, leaning in to kiss you deeply. His lips moved against yours with a renewed intensity, his hands exploring your body with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You could feel the heat building between you again, the promise of more pleasure making your pulse quicken. Jensen’s kisses trailed down your neck, his hands roaming over your curves as he pressed you closer to him.

“Let’s move to the bed”, he whispered against your skin, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, allowing him to guide you towards the bed.

Half an hour later, Jensen’s thrusts had slowed, becoming less intense but more deliberate, each movement designed to elicit maximum pleasure. His forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat, his hair slightly damp, while his lips were glued to your nipples, sending waves of sensation through your body with every flick of his tongue.

Your back arched beneath him, your body hypersensitive to his every touch. His thrusts, though less urgent, were beyond sensual, driving you insane with the slow, steady rhythm that seemed to reach deeper with each movement.

“Jensen”, you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. The intense connection between you both heightened every sensation, making you feel like you were on the edge of ecstasy once again.

The way he rolled his hips causing his pelvis to brush against your clit with every thrust. The tip of his dick hit your G-spot perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Each stroke was precise, calculated to drive you to the brink of madness.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your body trembling with anticipation and need. “Jensen… please”, you whimpered, your voice thick with desire.

He groaned softly, his lips trailing down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth again, sucking gently while his other hand teased the other. The dual sensations made your head spin, the pleasure overwhelming.

Jensen’s thrusts remained steady. The way his pelvis stroked your clit, combined with the perfect angle of his thrusts, created a symphony of pleasure that built with each passing second.

“Come for me, baby”, he murmured against your skin.

His words were the final push you needed. With a cry of his name, your body tensed, and you came hard, your muscles clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Jensen continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, prolonging your orgasm until you were left trembling and breathless beneath him.

As you came down from your high, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, Jensen slowly pulled out of you. His eyes were dark with desire as he positioned himself above you, his hand wrapping around his erection. He gave himself a few firm pumps, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

You watched, still catching your breath, as he brought himself to the edge. With a deep, guttural moan, Jensen’s hot cum spilled all over your lower belly, the warmth spreading down to your pussy. The sensation was both intimate and intensely erotic.

Jensen smirked down at his masterpiece, clearly pleased with the sight of his cum covering your lower belly. Taking his dick by the base, he used the tip to spread his cum over your clit, the warmth and slickness intensifying the sensation.

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “That’s new”, you murmured breathless, your voice laced with playful curiosity. “Getting comfortable, are we?”.

Jensen chuckled softly and equally breathless. “Just exploring new territory”, he replied, his tone equally teasing. He continued to spread his cum over your clit, the slow, deliberate movements sending ripples of pleasure through you.

“You like that?”, he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

You bit your lip, your body responding eagerly to his touch. “Maybe”, you replied, your voice breathy with desire.

Jensen leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good”, he murmured.

He shifted slightly, his hand trailing down to gently rub your clit, using his cum as lubrication. The sensation was overwhelming, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through your already sensitive body.

Your breath hitched, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you tried to hold on. “Jay…”, you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, his touch never faltering. “Let me take care of you”, he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

With each slow, deliberate stroke, Jensen brought you back to the edge, the pleasure building steadily within you. The warmth of his cum combined with the skilled movements of his fingers was almost too much to bear.

You felt yourself teetering on the brink, your body trembling with anticipation. “I… I can’t…”, you stammered, your voice breaking with the intensity of your feelings.

“Yes, you can”, he murmured, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. “For me”.

Jensen’s thumb slid through your folds, combining his cum with yours, and then he rubbed it back over your overstimulated clit. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and overstimulation that made you gasp and cling to him.

Your body shuddered with each deliberate stroke, the slick mixture heightening every touch. “It’s too much…”, you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea.

He smiled against your skin, his thumb continuing its relentless, tender movements. “I know, baby”, he whispered. “But you can take it. I want to see you come one more time”.

The pressure built steadily, the pleasure almost unbearable as his thumb moved with expert precision. Every touch sent waves of sensation through you, your body responding eagerly despite the overwhelming intensity.

“Please…”, you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate for release.

Jensen’s eyes locked onto yours, his gaze filled with desire. “Come for me”, he urged softly.

Your body convulsed in his arms, another powerful orgasm crashing over you. The pleasure was almost too intense to bear, your vision blurring as you trembled uncontrollably.

Jensen held you close, his movements slowing as he helped you ride out the waves of ecstasy. “That’s it”, he murmured, his voice soothing.

You were completely spent, your body utterly exhausted from the intensity of your multiple orgasms. Never in your life had you come this often within just a few hours. Your entire body shook, your pussy overly sensitive to the slightest touch.

Jensen reached for a nearby towel, intending to clean you up. As soon as the fabric made contact with your overstimulated skin, you jumped uncontrollably, a gasp escaping your lips.

Jensen looked at you, his touch immediately becoming more gentle. He carefully dabbed at your skin, his movements slow and tender, making sure not to cause you any more discomfort.

Jensen’s touch remained featherlight as he continued to clean you, his movements almost reverent. He was acutely aware of your sensitivity and took every precaution to ensure you were comfortable.

You felt your breathing gradually steady, each breath bringing a little more calmness and relief. Jensen’s gentle care and the warmth of his presence began to soothe your overstimulated nerves, grounding you after the intense experiences you had shared.

Once he finished, Jensen discarded the towel and lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped you, creating a cocoon of safety and affection. You nestled against his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat.

Jensen pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. “How are you feeling?”, he asked quietly.

Your voice shook slightly as you whispered, “Completely spent”.

Jensen chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against your ear as he held you close. “I can tell”, he murmured, his fingers continuing their soothing movements on your back. “But it was worth all the waiting”.

You looked up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips despite your exhaustion. “Yeah?”, you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes locked with yours, filled with warmth and sincerity. “Absolutely”, he replied softly.

With Jensen holding you close, you traced patterns over his freckled chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. The small freckles scattered across his chest and shoulders seemed like a map of memories. Your fingers moved lower, grazing over his soft belly, his muscles twitching slightly under your touch.

Jensen watched you with a soft smile, his eyes half-closed in contentment. “What are you thinking about?”, he asked quietly, his voice a soothing murmur.

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The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband. 

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.” 

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair. 

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes. 

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras. 

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter. 

*

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels. 

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes. 

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait. 

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy. 

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard. 

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin. 

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen. 

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly. 

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating. 

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again. 

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly. 

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude. 

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go. 

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home. 

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him. 

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests. 

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?” 

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.  

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?” 

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now. 

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft. 

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow. 

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.” 

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction. 

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.” 

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter. 

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.” 

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember. 

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently. 

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin. 

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully. 

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips. 

*

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again. 

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily. 

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft. 

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already. 

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again. 

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you. 

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him. 

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice. 

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly. 

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes. 

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.” 

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself. 

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.” 

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.” 

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk. 

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SUMMARY : director jensen ackles gets a little too sexy.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jared padalecki, misha collins, laura (oc), mariana (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, spanking, banter, jokes

WORD COUNT : 4.3k

A/N : title from the song by j-hope of bts. I love danneel, but she can’t exist for these stories, lmao. also, I wrote this while I was sick and I was exhausted at 1.00 am :D XX

Jensen and her had a very professional relationship on set despite being married. She didn’t really joke around or do anything inappropriate unless it was okay for them to be doing that, if it was part of a scene and they accidentally messed up, or unless Jared and Jensen themselves were acting alongside her with Misha. But when Jensen was directing, it was a whole other case of professionalism. A case that she secretly loved and found very hot, something she was pretty sure she could hide from everyone but him.

He was a very private man with everything that had to do with his personal life, but she was a little more open about certain things, definitely not about her business in bed with Jensen, since he got flustered and embarrassed about it being said to others. Unless he was in that mood, unless he was comfortable around the people surrounding him.

For example, Jensen had no trouble talking about his sex life with her if he was talking to Misha and sometimes Jared, but he wasn’t too graphic. He could be a bit lewd, forgetting himself around the boys, and she’d play along because it was fun to either get the upper hand on him or to remain under his.

Still, she couldn’t be fooled by his prudish behaviour in the public because behind closed doors, Jensen was extremely naughty, almost more than her.

The makeup artist, Laura, was putting gel on Y/N’s brows, lip tint on her soft lips, touching up a few other parts of her face to make her look good for the cameras while the hair stylist, Mariana, began gently fixing and spraying her hair in place. Y/N stared at the photos of Jensen, Misha, and Jared, a little smile on her face admiring her friends and herself being silly in them.

“Ready?” Someone asked from the door after knocking, Laura and Mariana responded with a rushed yes and quickly finished up what they were doing before letting Y/N go to the set where she’d previously had a scene with Jared and now, she’d have one with Jensen. A spicy one.

She saw Jensen was already there wearing a black suit and a mossy-green tie, a serious expression pinched his brows together, and he made motions with his hands for the cameraman to know where the cameras had to be angled and what his vision was for the scene. It was hot, watching him be in the zone, directing and leading, giving advice, and correcting certain things. He was brilliant, a genius at these things, and he was so captivating and kind, enthusiastic and thorough, it was not surprising how amazing things turned out thanks to him.

“Y/N,” Jensen said, a serious tone in his voice, so she quickly made her way to him and waited for his instructions. He finished up with the cameraman and a few of the other crew members. Y/N just watched and listened to him, mostly. It was distracting to see the suit tighten around certain areas of his body, like his broad shoulders, his ass, his waist… “…back to you, gorgeous,” he turned to face her, and she smiled, inhaling sharply.

He raised a brow at her for that, immediately figuring out that she wasn’t paying attention to him, but had her mind somewhere else. He chuckled softly, his own train of thought derailed by the way she tried to play innocent. Despite her soft and serious smile, he carefully cupped her jaw and kissed her cheek before pulling away to demonstrate and explain a few things he wanted to change about the script and the things they’d do.

He walked her through the sex scene thoroughly, explaining to her what he’d be doing to her, even guiding her through it physically, putting himself over her and showing her the simple but intimate scene. Part of her was amused, but another part of her was aroused at the way Jensen touched her, or the way he made her touch him.

He remained serious, treating her the way he treated the other crew members and she didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty about how hot she thought he looked every time he bossed her around.

“Got that?” He asked, once he finished, brushing her hair over her shoulder gently. She eyed his movements, then focused back on him, smiling softly with a nod of her head. “Okay, ready to start shooting?” She nodded again, murmuring a yes to him while trying to stop herself from laughing.

For the most part, the scene was PG-13, but her thoughts weren’t. When Jensen entered the motel room, loosening his tie as he spoke the lines in Dean’s sexy baritone, she was glad the camera wasn’t on her to catch the sharp inhale of breath or the way her lips parted in delight.

She never got tired of looking at him. Every time, he looked more beautiful than ever before and even in her own fantasies when they were separated, the memory of him in her mind didn’t do him justice. This. Him, slipping off his jacket and flinging it onto the bed as he debriefed her on the details on the monster case they were working on, it made heat rush up her face and heat blossomed in her tummy.

She said her lines smoothly, settled on the table like she was supposed to, grateful for that because her knees had become weak when he started to roll his sleeves up, and even more when he walked away, arched beautifully to find a beer in the refrigerator. The slacks tightened around his pert ass and his thighs, she squeezed her legs shut, nearly screwing up when the camera moved to her.

And she said her lines, looking Jensen straight in the eyes when he started walking towards her, easily popping the lid off the bottle and throwing it into the sink before he settled down in the seat in front of her. His legs were spread and when she looked down at his crotch, she didn’t care if the audience thought it was scripted or not because who wouldn’t stare at him down there.

Even the way she licked her lips and the way she said her next line wasn’t part of the script. Now, getting so close to the next part of the scene that she always enjoyed because she got to tease him, and he always got more than what he asked for. When he leaned forward seductively, playing his part as Dean when he delivered his next line, flirting with her still made her blush. Even though it was something Jensen wouldn’t really say, it made her smile genuinely because she had a soft spot for Dean as a character.

Thanks to Dean and her character, she and Jensen got together in real life. All that pretending to be in love, and then spending those months apart during the writer’s strike made things clear to both of them. It wasn’t the acting, it wasn’t the script, it was real. And they gave in and started to date, and it worked, so well that now they’re married. Now, he was hers.

“So? We got time to kill before Sam’s back, sweetheart,” he smirked at her, playing with the sleeve of her dress. She grabbed his hand, moved it away from her dress, his warm fingers wrapping around hers when she kissed the inside of his wrist. It was a tiny act of affection that drove him crazy, and he knew, in that moment, what she was up to. But he played it cooled, when she continued to hold his hand and stood up the way he told her to minutes before.

“Why don’t we skip the flirting then, Winchester?” She murmured, watching him sit back in his chair, his hands sliding up his thighs, puffing out his chest so seductively, the buttons of his white shirt became tight across his chest.

“Sorry, thought you liked it,” he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward. She stumbled into his lap gracefully, laughing softly. She cupped his face tenderly, admired the way his eyes shined like a puppy-dog before she kissed him. She kissed him as herself and she kissed him as her character, full of love and passion.

“Only when we’re not being rushed,” she mumbled against his mouth, moaning unintentionally, surprised when he stood up, holding her tight against him to sit her on the table.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. She was glad her face wasn’t really showing in the scene and doubted that the mic picked up his words. Her face became hot when she moved her hands down to his belt to undo it and he fumbled around under her dress, just pretending to get her underwear out of the way. Although, secretly, they both wished the cameras were shut off and that they could do the real thing because sometimes when Jensen flirted as Dean, he meant every word, and the flirting worked the way it was supposed to on her.

She panted dramatically, buried her fingers into his hair and tousled it when she tugged gently. His little grunt was real, but no one needed to know that, no one needed to know how wet she was right now, and when he lifted his face up from her neck, the deep blush that painted him couldn’t be hidden by the camera and she couldn’t care less. Not when he pressed his lips to hers roughly, pushing and pulling against her body, her other hand clinging to his back, twisting his shirt tightly.

It was so good. It was torture. His hand on her thigh, fingers digging into her squishy flesh, pain that was so arousing to her, his arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her upright on the table. It shook under them, the wooden table gently bumping against the weak wall, and when he pulled away from the sensual kiss, his nose bumped against hers. His warm breath fanned over her wet lips, making her mind hazy, but not hazy enough so when she whispered a name as she was supposed to, it was Dean’s.

And that was it. The next scene would cut with Dean being cocky, helping her fix her dress and lowering her off the table minutes before Sam arrived with news from the coroner. But he pulled away, looked at her intensely as the crew started to talk and Jared came up with Misha. Y/N smiled at them, relaxing on the table despite how aroused Jensen had made her.

“Wow, felt just like porn,” Misha snickered, Jared laughed loudly, smacking Misha’s chest with the back of his wrist. She rolled her eyes at them, turned to Laura so she could fix anything the scene messed up and Mariana fixed Jensen up a little, getting them ready for the next scene.

“Least he gets some action,” Jared cackled and Jensen laughed softly. “In and out of set,” he ‘whispered’ to Misha, who chuckled and shook his head, smiling peacefully at Jensen who was rolling his eyes and Y/N shook her head.

“Well, it’s always better than watching you with a woman,” Misha joked and Jared pretended to sulk, throwing a little bit of popcorn towards Misha, which he caught and ate triumphantly with a grin. “Seriously, it was good, guys.” Misha patted Jensen’s back and he thanked him quietly, watched them scurry off when they were ready to shoot the next scene.

“Was that too much?” Jensen asked quietly, pecking her lips innocently.

“I wanted more,” she murmured quickly, smiling innocently over at the crew members who were giving them a thumbs up to start shooting. He blinked down at her and smiled shyly, he bit his lip and nodded over at the crew to show his own ‘ready to go’ sign. He looked down at his feet and she inhaled deeply, both of them getting into character again.

He started to put his belt back on and she shimmied her dress down her legs, looking down at herself when she slid off the table. He stayed close to her, his breath against her cheek, his warm body nearly touching hers so she could feel her skin buzz with desire. He smirked down at her in a way that made her beam when she looked up at him, enamoured by that dazzling look in his eyes. He towered over her like the moon, his beautiful face just a little pink, his eyes fluttering close when he leaned down to kiss her a final time. His fingers tangled in her hair, her hands curled into his shirt, clutching his thin waist and forgetting just for a few seconds that they were being filmed until Jared came into the motel room as Sam.

“Guys, I-” Sam stopped at the door with a grimace on his face, shutting the door loudly which broke them apart. She looked down at her legs and licked her lips to taste Jensen’s lips again, but Jensen smirked when he turned dramatically to face Sam. Emphasising that he was in a good mood after ‘fucking’, making it really obvious to Sam that they’d definitely done it, but not saying it out loud.

“Whatcha find, Sammy?” He asked, swiping his thumb across his lip. His fingers collected a phantom layer of her saliva, and he popped it into his mouth, in way too enthusiastically when he took his beer and drank it. Sam continued to cringe and cleared his throat before he stepped towards them, ignoring Dean’s weirdness.

“Uh, anyway,” Sam started awkwardly, trying to brush off Dean’s clear arrogance, “it might not be a dragon after all, just a weird, kinky vamp.” Sam put the Manila folder on the table and Dean sat down, looking up at her with a smirk because she still looked a bit dazed.

This time she cleared her throat, glaring at him when she snatched the file from his hands, “a vamp?” She asked, opening it up and looking at the graphic photos of four dead girls, all pretty young. Her face softened, imagining that while maybe monsters weren’t real, there were different kinds of monsters in real life that did things like this.

The rest of the day, it went on that way.

The sexual tension that seemed acted out, but they all knew was real. It was an unspoken thing amongst everyone because Jensen was far too professional to do anything that gets in the way of his job. He takes it seriously, for the most part. His role as Dean means the world to him and she knows that because of the moments back home when he’d naturally slip into Dean. Either in his voice, mannerisms, or words, he was always falling into the endless beauty of Dean Winchester, loving him similar to—but more purely and more intensely—how the thousands of other people around the world did. Including herself.

Jensen flirted, he was sad, and a million other things as Dean while they wrapped up just part of another scene. The wardrobe was impeccable and she found it adorable and amusing when he stole shirts from the set, bringing them home and reminding her of the great times they had together at work. All of them joking, teasing, taking things sometimes a little too far, but nothing too extreme.

She made her way back to her trailer, eyed her next outfit and the robe on the rack in her little space. She smirked after a few minutes of consideration, removed her clothes and took the ones she’d need next with her, sneaking out to find Jensen who was nearby in his own trailer.

She knocked on his door, looked around anxiously for anyone who could be around while she waited for him to open, which he thankfully did rather quickly. He looked tired, but smiled with a little surprise when he came face to face with her, his eyes trailing down her body.

“Hi, Jay,” she greeted shyly.

“Hey, honey.” He moved out of the way when she made her way in, and continued to stare at her body when he shut the door behind him. She made her way to his sofa, laid her clothes neatly over it and he came up behind her, lifted the robe and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her underwear.

She laughed, looking at him over her shoulder when his hands fell to her hips naturally under the robe. He had his ring back on, she could feel the cold metal against her hip bone, his nearly-soft hands rubbing up and down gently.

“Come to seduce me again?” He asked, kissing the back of her head.

“Me?” She asked, checking him out and noting that he now wore a tight, black t-shirt, jeans that electrified the skin of her legs, and those loud and heavy boots that made him taller. “You’re the one who likes pretending you’re Dean in and out of work,” she teased, replacing his hands with hers to pull her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck,” he murmured, stepping back just to see her a bit more, partially to stop himself from wasting time trying to have sex when they could all easily get off work early by finishing up the scenes as soon as possible. He didn’t really hear her words, his reply simply faded into nothingness when she bent over the couch, her underwear hanging on to her thighs when she parted her legs. “Baby, later,” he swallowed, feeling his body start to warm up, his cock stirring in his jeans.

“Need you,” she pouted, pressing the side of her face against the soft sofa, watching him turn pink. His green eyes darkened and his jaw locked, he gripped her hips, positioning her right where she had to be for him to easily slip in and out of her. He kneaded her ass, trying to talk himself out of doing this, but parting her cheeks to see how slick she was for him. “Please,” she begged, wiggling her hips to encourage him, her cunt clenching around nothing when he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her pussy.

“I said later,” he murmured, striking her ass with an experimental and rough slap. She squealed, tensing up at the sting of his hand on her flesh before it became an arousing bolt of electricity that went to her clit, wetness beginning to pool between her legs all over again. She squeezed her thighs together when the throbbing of her clit nearly became unbearable and his eyebrows shot up, surprised and aroused by how much she clearly liked to be spanked.

“That’s so Dean of you,” she smirked, playing it off casually when it turned her on to see him so immersed in being Dean. She wiggled her ass playfully again and pushed her hips back against his crotch, feeling his grip on her hip tighten before he grunted.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, but she moaned softly at his voice. The sound of him so pathetically fighting against her antics encouraged her to keep talking, to keep teasing him, hoping that maybe he’ll give in.

“Won’t be the first time we have a quickie in the middle of work,” she reminded him with a little grin. He spanked her again, his hand falling on the other side of her ass and she yelped, repeating the same actions as before, a squeeze of her thighs and another teasing little wiggle of her bottom.

“I’d fire you if you worked for me,” he threatened halfheartedly.

“Thank goodness that you’re not my boss then,” she chuckled, shrugging the cotton robe off her shoulders so she was completely naked now. She threw it over her clothes with one hand and groaned in annoyance when he just stared at her face. “Jensen, I swear, if you don’t-”

His hand landed roughly on her ass again to shut her up, the flesh jiggled and turned red, so he gently kneaded it with a smirk on his flushed face. Once again, she squeezed her thighs and cursed softly under her breath, this time glaring at him for interrupting her, hating that he may have discovered something she liked and was now going to start using it against her.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said quietly, starting to unzip his jeans. Her eyebrows rose at the sound and she held her breath, excitedly waiting, looking back at him when he lowered his jeans and boxers, revealing his erect penis. He wrapped his hand around himself before the leaking tip could stain his shirt and she couldn’t stop her little moan, watching him tug gently at his cock to prepare himself for her.

“You’re gonna complain about having sex?” She asked, baiting him. He looked over at her, narrowed eyes taking in her face to see what her intentions were, so with his freehand, he spanked her again. He didn’t wait much longer for her to feel the sting, pressed the soft head of his dick against her slick entrance, sliding in slightly to feel the way she tightened and pulled him into her.

She moaned again, fisting the soft cushions of the couch when he pulled out all the way, choosing to slide the length of his dick through her wet folds. He’d focused on brushing against her clit, enjoying himself for a few moments, watching her squirm and pant while she was bent over the couch he napped on occasionally.

“Mister Later? How about you get started now?” He nearly laughed, frozen by her sudden joke in the middle of pleasing himself. She didn’t seem to find it very funny, observing her mostly pouting lips with her brows pinched together, so he rolled his eyes and easily slipped inside her.

He didn’t plan on letting her off easily, his hand shot down sharply, spanking her again, just to feel how much she liked it when he pushed and pulled his hips. He loved it, groaned at the feeling of her slick walls clamping down on him, warmth gushing around his cock. He lifted his shirt, held it up by tucking his chin against his chest and stared shamelessly at himself disappearing inside her. Her walls stretched around him, making him breathless.

She moaned wantonly, snapping him out of his daze when his cock throbbed inside her as a response. He pushed his softer thoughts out of his mind and focused on her needs and desires for him, quickening his pace, focusing on the way she responded to his speed.

He delighted in the sight of her moving upward with each of his thrusts, didn’t change the pace or the way he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into her, pulling gasps and quick whispers of his name from her shaking body. He already knew the answer to his questions, seeing her shut her eyes in ecstasy and hearing her moan into the couch loudly, but he still had to ask.

“That okay?” His thighs smacked loudly against her ass, taking in the soft red handprints that marked the skin of her ass. He felt her quiver around him, elated to feel the effect of his voice, so he leaned over her. He draped himself over her back carefully, his lips brushing against her cheekbone lovingly, his hands right next to hers, holding on nearly as tight as she was to the cushiony surface. “Does that feel good?” He whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her stomach tightening and flipping excitedly. In this position, he couldn’t pull out as much, opting for rolling his hips against hers which she was clearly enjoying far more. She squirmed under him, mewled and clamped down on him again, making him groan so he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Better?” He asked, knowing that the head of his cock was repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. She didn’t answer, just nodded mindlessly while moaning his name loudly. He just knew he shouldn’t stop, so he kept at it. The force of his hips remained the same but his thrusts were much more shallow, bringing her closer and closer to her release. While her breaths got heavier and heavier, his own hitched the tighter she squeezed him in her.

Keeping the same pace, he shifted his weight onto one arm, snaking his hand around the front of her body to draw quick circles on her clit. It was the last bit of pressure she needed before she fell apart beneath him. She let out a strangled moan, squeezed him so tight he felt himself throb and spill inside her while she mumbled little praises for him.

She trembled under his body, his fingers on her clit elongating her orgasm until he’d filled her up with every last drop of his semen, his own body becoming exhausted and heavy. He panted against her ear, felt her slim fingers wrap around his wrist as she relaxed and caught her breath with him.

It must have been uncomfortable for her now in this position, their sweaty skin pressed together, his weight mostly on her. So he pulled out of her lazily, hissing at the feeling of her walls pulsing from sensitivity when he pulled out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her body with his and kissed her cheeks, waited a few moments for her to recompose herself.

“Better?” He mumbled, kissing her shoulder. He moved back slightly and pulled his pants up. She turned around on her shaky legs and smiled at him, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her hands held the sides of his blushing face to pull him down slightly for a kiss, but he leaned down all the way to meet her lips so she didn’t have to stand on her toes.

“Still yes,” she whispered with a smile, giving him a little peck on the lips. He smiled, continued to give her lips small kisses until they both parted to get dressed again and fix themselves for the rest of the day.

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If I Love You Too Masterlisst

Summary: After the worst six months of his life, Jensen is exhausted. Keeping up with the charade of being better for family and friends as well as the new challenges of sudden single fatherhood while trying to get back out to work have him at his breaking point. A live in nanny in the last thing he wants but he desperately needs another set of hands on call to help out with the day to day. Someone to show up, do the work, and won’t ask a million questions about how he’s doing and if he’s alright. Someone he doesn’t have to pretend to. But he didn’t expect to like her, let alone fall in love with her. A part of him says not to risk that pain again but another part, the bigger part, says he might not have a choice in the matter…

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: TBD

Warnings: language, car accidents, age gaps, mentions of injury/death of a spouse/death of a parent/depression/anxiety/past child abuse/past sexual assault (not graphic), mild violence, self-worth issues, smut and smut related topics, loads of fluffy moments

A/N #1: This series is a complimentary series to If I Fell For You and shows the story from Jensen’s POV. Also, this series is absolutely no hate towards Danneel. I’ve never seen if from you guys but a quick reminder wife-hate isn’t welcome here.

A/N: #2: There is NO TAGLIST for this series. Parts will come out on no set schedule however I will update the below when I do know of them!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (coming TBD)

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[me-and-my-3lovers]

A Helping Hand

Human! Jensen Ackles x Alpha! Male Reader Smut!

When a slip-up in a drinking game changes your life years later.

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Background : Alphas, Betas, and Omegas are rare. Only about 10,000 of them are in the world, everyone else is a normal human. You have been on Supernatural since the beginning as Sam's twin brother, and now you’re on The Boys with Jensen too.

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, drinking, foreplay, oral sex, male fingering, male-on-male sex, knotting, scenting, polyamory kind of. That should be it, let me know if I need to add more. This is my first fic!

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-- 2017 --

Filming is tiring and we finally hit a free weekend. No conventions, no shooting, and Jared, Jensen, and Misha decided to stay in Vancouver. We were in Jensen's apartment. Feeling nice and tingly when Jared suggested a drinking game, two truths, and a lie.

"So," Jared started, about 5 shots into our little drinking game "y/n, truth or dare?"

"That's not even the game we're playing!" Misha says, his third shot in his hand.

"Shhhhhhh." Jensen whispered, too far gone for discretion or grace, "Let it happen,"

Your head is pounding already, "Fine, I choose truth." You said, preparing yourself to take another shot.

"Out of the three of us here, who would you rather knot?" Jared asked, a smirk forming on his face.

You couldn't think straight. You realized too late that it'd have been better to just take the shot instead of answering. "Jensen, he smells the best."

Both Misha and Jared started wooing and cheering. Jensen took another sip of his beer while blushing.

"But why not me?" Jared asked, throwing you his puppy dog eyes.

"Because you're annoying," Misha answered before me.

"And you stink!" I added before taking another shot.

The entire night was a haze the next morning. Everyone was hungover and wanted to go back to bed. But Jensen remembered what you said about knotting him and he pondered what you meant by that for years.

-- 2023, The Boys season 2 set--

"You're close to your rut," Jensen says as he walks up behind you.

"How would you know, tracking it?" You asked sarcastically, grabbing a plate and a mini powdered doughnut.

"I talked to Misha, you've been irritable the whole day." Jensen follows suit and grabs a powdered doughnut.

"And why are you talking to Misha about my rut?" you asked between bites.

"Because he lives with you and because I know about your… arrangement." Jensen says as he takes his first bite.

"Cryptic. Now if you’re done here we have a fight scene to shoot." You dismiss the conversation, and walk away, leaving Jensen with his unfinished doughnut.

After filming for the day, Jensen comes up to you at your apartment.

"When I opened the door I thought you'd have more clothes on." You say as Jensen greeted you, only wearing his Soldier Boy robe.

"May I?" Jensen asks motioning to enter.

"Why not," You shrug, opening the door a little more to allow Jensen to walk in before closing it. Looking at him you wonder what he's here for.

"You need someone to help you with your rut. You’re too old to go through a rut yourself." Jensen says with the utmost sincerity. There it is.

"Old?! I'm four years younger than you! And what do you know about alphas and ruts? I've gone almost my whole life dealing with my rut myself," You cross your arms like a defiant five-year-old.

"I know that every time you’ve dealt with it alone you've come out the other end looking worse than shit." Jensen pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know it’s harder for you to deal with it yourself, so let me help you." Jensen grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "I talked to Danneel and Misha, they both agreed to let me help you. Don't be stubborn, please." Jensen kissed your knuckles and then stared into your eyes waiting for an answer.

"You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into." You caress his cheek with your other hand, "It's not a pleasant experience. I won't be me. I'm animalistic, borderline violent, during my rut…" You turn away, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"I'll be fine," As Jensen pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep inhale. He smells like firewood, vanilla, and sea water.

"Are you- did you- you couldn't have…" You press your bodies closer so you can smell it better, "You're wearing Omega perfume!"

"Since I came here." Jensen chuckles and starts petting your hair as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, "My little alpha,"

You back Jensen against the wall suddenly. "Careful Jen, you shouldn't say that unless you mean it." Your eyes were completely red, the rut hit you like a freight train after smelling the omega perfume. "It's dangerous."

"I like dangerous… Alpha."

You swiftly strip off Jensen's robe as well as your t-shirt before crashing your lips together. He tastes like mint and vanilla. Jensen quickly undoes your belt and pulls down your jeans before you flip him against the wall. You start kissing down Jensen's back painfully slow. Taking your time to kiss his shoulder blades, and his lats. God was he beautiful, and built like a brick shit house to boot. You made sure to run your tongue down his spine before reaching his magnificent ass. You took your time massaging each cheek before spreading them apart to get to your prize.

You licked his ass hole and he moaned like a wanton whore. It was primal and guttural like he'd been waiting for this. You let your hands squeeze his hips as you licked him again, and again, and again, until he started begging you to do more. You had the tip of your tongue pressed against his ass hole but not penetrating.

"Fuck me!" He sounded gruff and demanding.

You slowly pushed your tongue into his warm hole, circling as much area as you could. Jensen pushed his ass back into your face, wanting you to go deeper, explore more. Your tongue kept the same rhythm, in and out, in and out, getting him all nice and wet. When you pulled your tongue away, he started whimpering before you pushed a finger into him.

"God, want more, need more"

His hips started moving when you added a second finger. Spreading his ass open with both fingers, getting him prepped to take you. When you added a third finger his head rolled back and you felt his ass flutter around your fingers. He was ready.

You removed your fingers and got up from your knees. You flipped Jensen around so he was facing you. You grabbed the back of his thighs to lift him up and push his back against the concrete wall. Pinned between you and the wall, Jensen's ass was hovering over your dick.

"We can stop right now. We can forget this ever happened and go back to our normal lives." You whispered into his neck, still nuzzling where he put the perfume on.

"Alpha," That was all Jensen needed to say before you lowered him onto your dick. Jensen took a deep inhale once you were completely sheathed. "I never knew it would feel this good," Jensen panted. You growled and rested your forehead against his, giving both of you some time to adjust.

You kissed Jensen on the lips, then his cheek, then his neck, and then back up to his lips before you started thrusting. His ass felt like heaven and quenched the burning feeling in your body. Pulling out until only the tip was in before slowly thrusting back in. You kept that pace until Jensen wanted more.

"Faster, harder, I need more alpha!" God, that did something to you. You picked up the pace and you could feel your knot start to swell. Jensen was bouncing against the wall and you could feel his pre-cum leaking on your stomach. Both of your bodies burning hot and looking for release. "Right there, oh god, right there," Jensen moaned into your ear, and scratched down your back.

The pace was brutal and he was taking it beautifully. My Omega, my Omega, beautiful Omega, Omega, Omega, Omega. You bared your teeth against his neck.

"Alpha!" Jensen came and you could feel his cum against your chest. Jensen laid his head back against the wall, neck all exposed and sweaty as he was coming down from his high.

You barely refrained from claiming him as your knot popped and you came in him. Both of you coming down from your highs, you took him to your room and laid him onto your bed. Jensen closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow. Both of you were exhausted and out of breath.

"Good night Jen," You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for this,"

" 's was amazing," Jensen grumbled back, cuddling into you, "love you."

"I love you too, now to to bed."

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Shower thoughts

Synopsis: Y/n just got out of the shower. About to go into the room when she hears Jensen go into the room with another girl. Y/n is peaking around the bathroom door. Definitely looking very sad and upset at the site. Jensen notices and tells the other girl to leave. He then tells y/n to come out. She can’t bring herself too so instead she shuts the door and stands at the sink. She hears the door open behind her. He comes in, already naked and presses himself against her back. Keep in mind she is still in just a towel. He wraps himself around her. There are no words spoken. It’s just gentle knowing actions. Slowly she lets the towel drop and he kisses her shoulder. He leads her over to the shower.

WORD COUNT:1,043

GIF is not mine!

⚠️: fingering, shower sex, groping, very fluffy smut

Jensen X Fem!reader

I have not sat down to write anything in a very long time so I’m sorry if it’s not very good. I also typed this on my phone so please tell me if there’s any grammar errors that need fixing. This idea literally came from a dream, so I had to write it down immediately.

Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. I love Danneel and I mean no hate towards her or their family.

Please like and reblog if you like the story!

“I just showered Jensen”

“Well you’re about to need another one”

It doesn’t take long for the water to get hot since she just used it. Once it reaches a comfortable temperature they get under the shower stream. Jensen continues to kiss her neck. He quickly turns her around however when he realized he wants more. Their lips lock in a passionate grasp. All their emotions coming out in that one action. Before too long Jensen pulls away and reaches for the soap, making sure to get it all foamy before actually applying it to your delicate skin. He was very gentle with you. His touch so faint that you almost couldn’t feel him. He turned you back around in his arms so your back was to his chest, giving him easier access to your chest.

He gently started applying the soap to your chest and stomach. The anticipation was killing you so you decided to interlock your hands with his. Moving them slowly where you needed them most. He didn’t complain. He squeezed and toyed with each breast equally before he started to shift his hands lower. She could feel him behind her. Rock solid, waiting for attention. Who was she to deny him of that?

She reached back. Gently grasping his hard erection. She could barely close her small hand around it, but she didn’t care. The heat from his cock gave her chills of anticipation. Her head was resting back on his shoulder. He had perfect access to her neck as he ventured further with his large hands. He was groaning from her actions, but tonight was about her, not his needs. His right hand finally made it to its final destination. He ran his fingers through her slit, eliciting a shiver from her and a soft moan. She was biting her lip to keep her sounds down.

As he started to caress her clit he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t you dare silence those sounds baby, I want to hear all of them, every last one”

That sentence alone made her moan loud, the added friction from his fingers definitely helped the situation. Before too long she was struggling to stand on her own from the amount of pleasure he was inflicting. She couldn’t stop shaking and her moans were basically constant. His left arm was holding her up around her waist, while his right hand was pushing 2 thick fingers into her aching hole. The added stimulation of his thumb grazing her clit brought her so much closer to her finish. That was, until he pulled away completely.

She was shocked and she almost lost her balance, but when she turned around to scold him, he gripped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, leaning her against the shower wall.

“Are you sure?”

He had to ask, it wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t.

“Yes I’m sure, please just love me Jensen, that’s all I need” she ended her sentence with a chaste kiss. He continued the kiss as he gripped his member, lining up with her dripping entrance. As he thrusted in they both clung tight to one another. Each of them scared to let go, afraid this moment would melt away. When he started to thrust a whole new flurry of emotions swept over her. She wanted more.

“Please Jensen, I need more, harder, faster, please please” she garbled out pretty quick, just wanting to get to the main event.

It didn’t take him long to process before he was giving it all his might, the only sounds that could be heard were their moans, his groans, and the slapping of skin.

“Fuck I’m close”

He could tell. He could feel her walls beginning to tighten around him.

“Fuck baby, just let it go. I’m right there with you”

He panted against your neck as his climax was coming. Before long the euphoria washed over both of you. Your climax triggering his. As you were coming down from the high he was placing gentle kisses on your lips and down your neck. Showing his love for you in any way he possibly could. He gently pulled out and placed your feet back on the shower floor. He was still supporting most of your weight however.

“I love you so much baby, nobody else could ever live up to you. You are perfect in every sense of the word.”

He couldn’t stop the praises from spilling out. He felt like he had to prove himself to you. That you are his only girl forever and always.

“I’m glad you think that, because you’re not losing me, ever. I love you so much Jensen, I couldn’t imagine a life without you by my side.”

He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

“Does that mean we can move this to the bedroom and do it all over again?” He asked with a cheeky smile. He knew what he was doing. And he knew what your answer would be before it was even spoken.

“Absolutely baby, I was thinking maybe we could bless every piece of furniture in this hotel room”

She couldn’t help but to bite her lip after. Knowing what she wanted reflected in his eyes.

“God you’re perfect, you literally read my mind baby”

He finished his sentence with another loving kiss as he carried her out to the bed, both getting ready for a long night of passion.

[bts-spnlvr12]

Part of The Bargain

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Past & Eventual)

Characters: Reader’s parents, siblings, other family members (OFCs)

Prompt: Based of a scene from the 1996 movie, Twister

“He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.” 

“Which Part?”

Summary: You’re with your family for the holidays after filming the last couple of episodes for season 15 of Supernatural, when an unexpected guest come to visit for a while. Will you and Jensen be able to fix what happened a few years ago? (also idk if the reason why they separated makes sense but I tried... :/)

Warnings: Mentions of break up, angst, eventual/slight fluff?, minor anxiety, slight crying, smut, dub-con (I think that’s it?)

**For the sake of this story, Jensen is single, but I love the Danneel and their gorgeous family, but I hope you guys enjoy this!!!**

You pulled into the driveway of your family’s house, and shut off the car, you get out and grab the bag you packed for the week you have off from filming...

You walk into the house and are greeted by your siblings, parents and everyone else who was there, you walked into the kitchen and helped out with what you could then went outside and played with your youngest niece which made you smile widely...

You mom called for dinner from the patio and everyone headed inside and fix their own plates one by one and sat at the long dining table in between your sister, Adahlia, who’s 5 years older and your dad’s uncle, Eric while chatting about what’s been going on the past year and how everyone is doing...

After a while when everyone is done eating, you all talked for a little longer before getting things cleaned up and grabbing a mug of coffee, hot chocolate or whatever everyone’s preferred drink was and went to sit down in the living room waiting for everyone so gifts could be opened...

Once everyone sat down and opened their gifts, some of your family decided to head home while others stayed a while longer before doing the same...

While helping your mom finish up the rest of the dishes and putting the food away, the doorbell is rung, “I’ll get it...” You dad hollers and heads to the front door and opens it, you then manage to hear from a far, “Hi Jensen, how have you been?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, you dated Jensen about a few years ago but you guys broke up due to one point in your guys’ relationship became particularly difficult for both you and him...

The day you guys decided to take a break was the hardest, it not that you no longer loved him, it was the fact that the stress of being more disconnected with one another was becoming too much and there wasn’t as much intimacy or romance that was there in the first two years of being together...

Since then you haven’t gotten back together, you miss him like crazy everyday, being on set with him is a bit awkward at times, but every once in a while you’ll talk to him about the script or how things are in general, but it still doesn’t make it easier to see or talk to him...

You told your mom that you’ll be upstairs, she nodded and you quickly made it upstairs as you felt your anxiety start to flare up, you couldn’t face him like this, you sat down on your bed and calmed down after about 5 minutes but stayed there for a while, before someone knocked on the door of your childhood home, “Come in...”

Your dad, Lake walked in and smiled softly, “Hey sweetheart, someone is here to see you...” You nodded, “I know, I heard from the kitchen that it was Jensen...” Lake nods, “Take your time before you meet him, I know it’s hard to see him but he still cares for you...” You look at him and nod, smiling softly...

“Thank you, and you’re not wrong about it being hard, hell, I can’t believe he remember that we do family dinner during Christmas...” You chuckle softly as he comes and hugs you...

“It’s been a while, but he’s downstairs when you come down, alright?”

“Alright...” Lake gets up and closes your door as he heads back downstairs, you take a few minutes longer to compose yourself then head downstairs and see Jensen sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, watching the late night football game...

He looks up at you and smiles softly and gets up and hugs you tightly, you wrap your arms around him and stay there for a minute before pulling away, already missing the feeling of his arms around you, “How have you been?”

“Um...I’ve been doing good, how about you?” You go and sit down on the couch, Jensen sitting next to you, “I’ve been doing okay, been busy a lot though but I needed something to do while on break...” You nod as you both talk the night away, then the silence became deafening and tense...

“Okay, this is gonna drive me crazy...” Jensen mutters loud enough for you to hear, you look at him, head tilted with a confused look on your face, “I...I can’t stop thinking about you--us, I miss all the things we used to do, the everyday hugs, cuddles, kisses...” He pauses and chuckles a bit, “The way I could make you feel good even if I never touched you, I miss it all, Y/n...”

You looked at him shocked, you looked down at your feet, “I miss it all too Jensen, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how hard it is to see and talk to you without thinking about what we used to have...” You felt tears starting to form, you sniffled and wiped your eyes and started to get up and head outside to the patio...

“Y/n, wait...” Jensen follows you and shuts the door so your parents couldn't hear the conversation, “You know how hard it was for me the day we decided to take a break from one another? I couldn’t stand the thought of it, but I respected it because I understood why we needed to do it the way we did...” 

You sit in one of the patio chairs, looking down at your feet, you couldn’t even look at him, “I did to Y/n, it was hard to wake up when you weren’t there to give me a good morning kiss or wake up to seeing your sleeping figure right beside me...” Jensen pauses, tears running down yours and his faces heavily, he then continues...

“I wanted to fight so hard for us, but when the romance and intimacy started fading...I knew something had to be done, did we have to take a break? No we didn’t, but I guess we wouldn’t be here now if we never did separate for a while, it made us realize how much we actually needed one another even if it was a few years after that day...” Jensen finally crouched down in front of you, making you look into his beautiful green eyes that you loved so much....

“I guess not, but what are you tryna say, Jensen?” You whisper, He caresses your cheek with his thumb gently, which you automatically lean into his touch, eyes closed as more tears fell down your face, “I want to try again, Y/n, I really want to, but I want to know if you’re ready to, it’s okay if you don’t want to or need a while to think, but I miss you so damn much...”

“Just give me sometime to think, Jens...I really want this too but I’m afraid to get hurt again like last time...” You whisper as your foreheads touch, “I promise you won’t get hurt again, I’m going to make things right for the two of us, I should’ve kept fighting harder in the first place, just take time to think this over, alright? No rush, I want to make sure we both want this officially...” You nod and he leans in a kisses you softly, you kiss him back the same way, he pulls away...

“I better get home, it’s almost midnight...” Jensen slowly gets up, you follow him to the front door and open it for him, he kisses your cheek before saying your goodbyes then shut the door once you see him drive down the street, you went upstairs and laid on your bed, thinking about what just happened but you eventually fell asleep...

A couple of weeks later, end of Supernatural, at home back in your Dallas apartment...

You were just relaxing in your apartment, watching your favorite Netflix show, thinking about what Jensen said two weeks ago at your family Christmas dinner, you started zoning out from the show when you officially made your decision...

You’ve been constantly fighting on which way to go, but you both were right, you both missed each other, you miss what you both had all those years ago and you want it back, you don’t think you could last another week to decide even if you wanted or needed to...

You head to your car after shutting off everything and locking your apartment, you get in and drive to your parents house, once you arrive you park in the driveway and knock on the door, you mom comes and opens the door and smiles...

“Hey sweetie, how have you been?” She hugs you tightly and lets you in, “I’m good, are you busy by any chance?” Lydia shakes her head, “Not at all, I just got done cleaning the house, what do you need?”

“I need some advice...” She nods, “Okay, where should we go? Are you thirsty?” You nod and asked for some water, she then fixes a tray with two glass cups and a glass pitcher filled with iced water, and some lemon slices, you go sit out on the patio after helping her and sigh, “What’s up, honey?” You look at her and fix a glass with a lemon slice, then sigh heavily then start explaining...

She nods and listens until you’ve finished, “Is this what you really want, sweetheart? You guys loved one another so much, but I know you’re afraid of getting hurt again...” You nod, “I love him so much still, mom, that night he came over for family dinner, he said he would keep fighting for us this time, and that he’ll make things right this time...” You paused and smiled, blushing a little, “He kissed me as well, I felt the love he was talking about...”

You mom looks at you, smiling softly, “He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.”

“Which part?” You look back at her, tapping the side of your glass gently after you look away once again...

“To spend his life pining for you, to love you through all eternity, to be one with you...” She finishes what she started to say, you smile softly and nod, “So, what I would do?” “I would go find him, and prove that you want him back...” You nod and finish your glass of water, and talked with your mom for a while longer before getting up...

“Thank you mom for the advice, now...I’m gonna find that sexy man and figure something out...” Lydia chuckles and hugs you and say your goodbyes before heading down out to your car and drive to Jensen’s house, you felt nervous still but you were confident about this at the same time...

You park in his drive way, compose yourself before getting out and heading to his front door and knocking, he opens the door and lets you inside, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You look him in his gorgeous green eyes and sigh softly, “I...I have an answer about what you told me a couple weeks ago, at the family dinner...” He gently takes your hand and kisses the knuckles softly, “Just remember, we don’t have to get back together...”

“I know, but I really want this, Jensen. I...I miss us, and yes I’m still scared of being hurt like last time but...I’m willing to try again if we both fight for us, to communicate whenever we feel things are fading again, or if one of us is struggling with something, literally anything to keep us together this time...” He nods, “I can agree to that, I will do anything to keep us together this time...”

You nod and the walk closer to him and kiss him softly, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly against him as the kiss get a little more heated, he runs his tongue over your lips trying to gain entry, which you gladly let him in, tongues fighting for dominance but in the end Jensen wins...

He picks you up by the thighs and you wrap you legs around his waist, he then carries you upstairs to his bedroom and gently sets you down when he walks inside, “Are you sure you want this?” You nod and walk to him, he kisses you on the top of your head as he moves down going to your throat and kissing and sucking softly under your jaw, right where he knew your sweet spot was at, causing you to moan softly...

“You still remembered, huh? Where to make me feel good in all the right places...” He smirks as he looks into your eyes, you then slowly back him up till he hits the wall, then you kiss him fervently...

Your breathing along with his begins to get heavier, as he reaches for the hem of your shirt and removes it, separating for a little bit before going back in for more, he then lifts you up then goes to the bed and lays you down, and kisses down your body until he reaches the hem of your jeans, he looks up at you once again...

You nod, knowing he was asking for permission to continue and he does so by unbuttoning them and dragging them down your legs and disposing of them somewhere in the room he then works his way back up and kisses you passionately, “Sit up.” You do as he says as he skillfully unclasps your bra as your smirk, “Still got it, hot stuff...”

“You know I do...” He returns the reply with a smirk, as he goes down and removes your panties as well and moves in between your thighs and licks a stripe through your folds, causing you to buck your hips slightly and squeal at the sensation, “Oh god, J-Jensen!”

He then proceeds to kiss and suck lightly on your clit, you tangle your fingers through his slightly longer locks he’s managed to grow ever since Supernatural ended, he groans softly as he continues...

“J-Jensen, please, I-I’m close..” He looks up at you and manages to say against you, “Go ahead, sweetheart...” He then sucks harder on your clit, your thighs tense up as you cum all over his lips and chin...

He then cleans his face a bit then comes up and kisses you passionately, he removes his own jeans and boxers then strokes his cock, then lines up with your entrance, he looks into your eyes to make sure it’s okay, you nod and smile softly...

He slides halfway into you, causing you to gasp loudly, not only from the feeling of his cock but also the sensitivity from the orgasm you had a minute ago, he slowly slides all the way in then kisses you, you wrap your arms around his arms and look him deeply in the eyes, you pinch the shoulder blade very lightly, letting him know that he could move...

He starts to slowly thrust into you, moaning softly with a slight grunt from the intense pleasure he was feeling, saying ‘I love you’ every so often, with slightly curses once every other thrust, causing you to scratch your nails down his back, also with the occasional nip on the top of his left shoulder...

“F-fuck Jensen...I’m c-close!” You managed to get out in a strangled moan, “M-me too b-baby, cum with me!” You match your hip movements with his thrusts, “Fuck! I’m cum-...” 

As you started to scream out, you felt him release right into you, and your cum mixing with his, he lifts his head after a bit then kisses you passionately and turns you both on your sides as he holds you, with him still inside of you...

“I love you so much Jensen, promise we’ll both work to keep us together this time?” You rub his shoulder softly, “I promise darling...” He interlocks his hand with yours, he eventually pulls out, the pulls you closer to him, laying your head on his chest as you both drift off into sleep...

[crashdevlin]

To Have It All Masterlist

Summary: When a new actor starts working on Supernatural, Jensen feels a connection immediately. He quickly falls down a rabbit hole of trying to have everything he wants. For a while, he manages to balance it, but things can never stay so simple.  

Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Reader, Tom Hiddleston x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Danneel Ackles, Danneel Ackles x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader x Danneel Ackles

Story Warnings: Open Marriage, sex, mistress, teasing, fluff and smut and awkwardness, angst (each chapter will have its own warnings to elaborate), breakups, anger, jealousy, things get REALLY bad between Jensen and y/n… fluff, pregnancy, labor stuff, descriptions of a c-section, eventual polyamory 18+ HERE BE SEX, DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!

Author’s Note: This is Happily Ever Eventually from Jensen's perspective. THERE IS NO WIFE-HATE HERE! I <3 Danneel Ackles.* She is pretty sympathetic in this version.

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Permission Granted (follows OPEN)

Losses and Gains (follows Something More)

Vegas Lights (follows Fine)

Broken Pieces (follows Satisfied)

Lost In Austin (fills in the years between Satisfied and Another Second Chance)

Better This Time (Follows Another Second Chance...and beyond)

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Longest Tag: 71 characters

#for me evening is like 530 to 800 pm during the fall and winter months.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sam Winchester: Maid of the King

*Credit to acethetreasure13-blog*

Pairing: Au!King!Sam Winchester x AU!Maid!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/n was sent to the castle, she didn't realize she'd be put on as the King's maid. Something clicks with the bachelor, the lonely kings find something of worth in Y/n.

Warnings: Back in time setting, cursing, falling in love.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers and headers. Yes, I know most Kings in the past didn't have the opposite gender as maids or something along those lines.

Word Count: 1.5k

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List

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66 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#4

Dean Winchester: Self-Confidence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bullying, body shaming, growing confidence, supportive Winchester, fluff.

Summary: Getting picked on by a bystander of a monster. Dean helps you realize you don't need anyone else's opinion.

WC-1.8k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request.

Main Master List // Request Master List // Dean W. Master List

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94 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

Jensen Ackles- Like Always

Pairing: Jensen A. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SFW, Cuteness.

Summary: When Jensen gets back from a long convention all the reader wants to do is play with his long hair.

WC: 590

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @anon, hope you enjoy. Also no disrespect to Danneel and Jensen I love them, but for this fiction they aren't together.

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104 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

Dean Winchester: Switcheroo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Dean

Warnings: Smut, Switching of bodies, Being cursed, Horniess, 18+ Warning. NSFW

Summary: With Dean and Y/n being under an intense curse after a rather bad interaction with a witch. Sam tells them it might take a few days for a cure to be found.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers; This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I know that it's taken a while for your request to come to life. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Word Count: 2.4k

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135 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sam Winchester- Math Class

Pairing: AU!Math Teacher!Sam Winchester x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Virgin! Reader, smut, flirting, dom/sub nature, inner thoughts.

Summary: After a harsh day in University, the rainfall leaves Y/n in a rather new setting with her professor.

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Word Count: 3.4k

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List // Teachers Pet Master List

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272 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

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[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 20/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, age gap, violence, angst

Word Count: 6261

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The next morning arrived all too soon. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You stirred first, your eyes fluttering open to find yourself still wrapped in Jensen’s protective embrace. His warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the soft brush of his breath against your hair provided a comforting start to the day.

Reluctantly, you shifted slightly, trying not to wake him. But Jensen was a light sleeper, especially when he had early flights to catch. His eyes opened slowly, revealing a sleepy but affectionate smile as he looked down at you.

“Morning”, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning”, you replied softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. The reality of the day’s departure hung between you, but you pushed it aside for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth and closeness.

Jensen stretched slightly, his muscles rippling under your touch. “I wish we could stay like this”, he admitted, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I know”, you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. “But we’ll have more time soon, remember?”.

He nodded, his fingers brushing through your hair. “Yeah, I just hate leaving you”.

You stayed there for a few more precious minutes, holding each other close, memorizing the feeling of being together. But eventually, the clock’s relentless march forward demanded attention. Jensen sighed and gently disentangled himself from you, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

“I need to get ready”, he said, glancing back at you with a look that conveyed all the emotions he couldn’t quite put into words.

You nodded, watching as he moved to the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up was a stark reminder that the moment of separation was approaching. You got up slowly, pulling on a robe and heading to the kitchen to make some coffee.

When Jensen emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed, you handed him a steaming cup of coffee. “Here you go”, you said with a small smile.

“Thanks”, he replied, taking a sip and savoring the warmth. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close for a moment. “I’m going to miss you”, he said softly.

“I’ll miss you too”, you replied, your voice equally soft.

You both finished your coffee in relative silence, the weight of the farewell hanging over you. When it was time to leave, Jensen picked up his bag and turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land”, he promised, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. “And every chance I get”.

You nodded, your own eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ll be waiting”.

With one last lingering kiss, Jensen reluctantly pulled away and headed for the door. You watched him go, your heart aching but filled with hope for the future. The door closed behind him, and you stood there for a moment, letting the silence settle around you.

The next two weeks went by relatively smoothly, even with Jensen being away on set. You managed to stay in touch through frequent calls and texts, the distance made bearable by the constant communication. Today, however, was a pivotal day—Jensen’s flight to Seattle was scheduled, and after just arriving home last night, he was preparing to leave again.

As he packed his stuff early in the morning, the house was quiet except for the occasional rustle of clothes and the soft footsteps on the floor. Despite the early hour, Danneel was already awake, her mood unmistakably sour. Jensen had texted her last night, before they even had a chance to see each other, that he wouldn’t be home until Christmas after today. The news had not been well-received.

Jensen walked down to the kitchen, his bag slung over his shoulder. Danneel stood by the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand, her expression a mix of frustration and disappointment.

“Morning”, he greeted cautiously, setting his bag down and moving to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Danneel looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. “So, you’re leaving?”.

Jensen replied courteously, “Yeah”.

Danneel’s eyes narrowed further, a hint of suspicion creeping into her voice. “Usually, you come home between conventions, even if it’s just for a few days. But now you’re telling me you’ll be gone for nearly three months straight? What’s really going on?”.

Jensen sighed. “It’s just the way the schedule worked out this time”.

Danneel rolled her eyes, the frustration evident in her voice as she snapped at Jensen. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Jensen? I know all too well that the conventions are just on the weekends. What are you doing all the weeks in between?”.

Jensen took a deep breath, trying to remain calm in the face of her anger. “There’s a lot of promotional work, meetings, and other commitments that I have to attend to. It’s not just about the conventions”.

Danneel’s eyes flashed with anger. “And does this have anything to do with your new bitch?”, she asked, her voice laced with venom.

Jensen’s jaw tightened, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. He hadn’t kept his new relationship a secret from Danneel, but he hadn’t revealed just how serious he was about you either.

Jensen rolled his eyes, the frustration evident in his posture. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, but Danneel wasn’t about to back down. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with anger.

“I fucking swear to you, Jensen, if anything about this reaches the media”, she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.

Jensen cut her off sharply. “Then what? Then fucking what, Danneel?”. His voice rose, the strain of the situation finally breaking through his calm facade. “Do you really think threatening me is going to help? I’m trying to be honest with you here, but you’re making it impossible”.

Danneel’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed again in anger. “Impossible? You’re the one who’s been running off to who knows where with this new girl. How do you expect me to react?”.

Jensen sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t intend for things to get this complicated. I’m doing my best to manage everything, but I can’t keep being the villain in this situation”.

Danneel’s rage boiled over, her voice rising to a scream. “You can’t just do whatever the fuck you want, Jensen! I won’t fucking tolerate you running off for three months just for some little cheap bitch!”.

Jensen’s frustration reached its breaking point. He grabbed her coffee mug from the counter and threw it into the sink with all his strength, making it shatter into pieces. The sound echoed through the kitchen, silencing Danneel for a moment. He stepped towards her, his eyes blazing with anger.

“You know what the fuck I can do? File for fucking divorce! I’m done with you!”, Jensen’s voice was like a roar, filled with a mix of pain, anger, and finality.

Danneel’s eyes filled with rage. She lunged at him, her fists flying as she started to punch and scratch his face. Jensen tried to back away, but her fury was relentless. He raised his arms to protect himself, feeling her nails rake across his skin.

“Get off me!”, he shouted, trying to push her away without hurting her. But Danneel’s anger made her strong, and she kept coming at him, her blows landing with a desperate fury.

Jensen finally managed to grab her wrists, holding them tightly to stop the assault. “Stop it, Danneel! Just stop!”, he yelled.

He pushed her away , shaking his head in disbelief as he wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. “You’re insane”, he hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain. “Fucking crazy”.

He grabbed his bag, slinging it over his and turned towards the door, determined to leave the toxic atmosphere behind him.

As he walked away, Danneel’s voice rose again, filled with venom. “You think you can just walk out on me? I’m going to ruin you, Jensen! I’ll take everything away from you! You’ll never see the kids again, I swear!”.

Jensen paused for a moment at the door, his hand on the knob. He turned back to look at Danneel. “You’re not taking the kids from me”, he said quietly but firmly. “I won’t let you. This isn’t just about us anymore”.

Danneel’s face contorted with rage, but Jensen didn’t wait for her response. He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him with a sense of finality. The morning air hit him like a cold splash of water, waking him up to the reality of what had just happened.

Taking a deep breath, Jensen headed towards the taxi that was already waiting for him. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing the tension in his face and the fresh scratches. Jensen climbed into the back seat, setting his bag beside him, and closed the door with a sense of finality.

“Where to?”, the driver asked, starting the engine.

“JFK, please”, Jensen replied, his voice steady but weary. He leaned back in the seat, staring out the window as the taxi pulled away from the house.

The ride to the airport was mostly silent, the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic the only noise. Jensen’s mind raced with thoughts of the confrontation with Danneel and the uncertain future that lay ahead. But amidst the turmoil, the thought of seeing you soon brought him a sense of calm and hope.

As the taxi approached the airport, Jensen’s phone buzzed with a message. He pulled it out, seeing your name on the screen. A small smile tugged at his lips despite everything.

You: Hey, I know you have a lot going on, but I just wanted to say I can’t wait to see you. Safe travels.

He quickly typed a response.

Jensen: Thanks, I needed that. Can’t wait to see you too.

The taxi pulled up to the curb, and Jensen handed the driver some cash. “Thanks”, he said, grabbing his bag and stepping out.

The anticipation had been building for days. You had packed your bags the night before, barely able to contain your excitement at the thought of finally spending more than just a couple of days with Jensen. You checked your reflection in the mirror one last time, making sure everything was in place before heading out to catch your flight.

Jensen had bought you a ticket from Austin to Seattle. The plan was simple: you’d arrive at the hotel separately to avoid raising any suspicions, and then you’d finally have some quality time together without the constraints of work and distance.

As you arrived at the airport, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of being careful to avoid any unwanted attention added a layer of tension, but the prospect of seeing Jensen again made it all worthwhile.

You checked in and went through security smoothly, finding a quiet spot near your gate to wait for boarding. Your phone buzzed with a message from Jensen, a simple “See you soon” that made your heart race with anticipation.

The flight was uneventful, giving you time to relax and mentally prepare for the days ahead. As the plane began its descent into Seattle, you felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach.

After landing and collecting your luggage, you made your way to the exit where a car was waiting to take you to the hotel. The drive felt longer than it actually was, the anticipation growing with each passing mile.

When you arrived at the hotel, you checked in under the name Jensen had told you. The receptionist handed you the key card with a polite smile, unaware of the significance of this moment for you.

You made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding with excitement. As the doors opened to your floor, you walked down the hallway to your room, your steps quickening as you got closer. You slid the key card into the door, pushing it open to reveal the cozy, elegantly furnished room that would be your sanctuary for the next few days.

Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly freshened up and checked your appearance one last time before sending a message to Jensen, letting him know you’d arrived.

You: I’m here. Can’t wait to see you.

It didn’t take long for Jensen to respond.

Jensen: On my way. Be there in a few minutes.

You paced the room, trying to contain your excitement. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, your anticipation growing with each second. The faint sound of footsteps in the hallway made your heart skip a beat. You moved towards the door, your breath catching in your throat as you waited.

When the knock finally came, you didn’t hesitate. You opened the door, and there he was—Jensen, looking tired yet determined, his eyes lighting up the moment they met yours. But before you could even utter a greeting, Jensen pushed the door closed with his foot, letting his bag drop to the floor. His movements were swift and urgent as he cupped your face, pulling you close.

“Hey”, you managed to whisper, but Jensen didn’t waste any time. His lips crashed into yours with a fervor that took your breath away. The kiss was intense, a mix of passion and desperation, as if he needed to reassure himself that you were really there. The fight with Danneel had only heightened his need to be close to you, to feel your warmth and comfort.

You responded eagerly, your hands moving to his shoulders, gripping tightly as if afraid he might disappear. Jensen’s hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you even closer, his fingers digging into your skin as if he couldn’t get enough. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours, exploring with a hunger that left you dizzy.

Jensen broke the kiss just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Fuck, I missed you”, he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

But again, before you could answer, he pressed his lips back on yours with an urgency that made your heart race. His hands moved with practiced ease, quickly finding the button of your jeans and the zipper, undoing them with a determined precision. His intentions were clear, the need to feel you, to be close to you, overwhelming him.

Your breath hitched, a mixture of anticipation and excitement flooding through you. You didn’t hesitate, your hands moving to push his jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. It was clear he didn’t want to talk.

Jensen’s hands slid your jeans down your hips, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You kicked them off, your hands returning to him, pulling his shirt over his head with a sense of urgency that matched his own. His skin was warm under your fingers, his muscles tensing as you explored the familiar contours of his body.

He guided you backward toward the bed, his lips never leaving yours. The kiss deepened, filled with a hunger that spoke of all the time spent apart, the longing and the need that had built up over the weeks.

Jensen quickly pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Not wearing a bra made him growl deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. Your fingers fumbled on his belt, eager to free him from the constraints of his clothing, but Jensen had other ideas. He pushed you back onto the bed, his movements rough but filled with a desperate need.

He undid his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly in the quiet room, and quickly opened his jeans, pulling down the zipper with a swift motion. In one fluid movement, he stepped out of his jeans and boxers.

Jensen clambered above you, his weight pressing you flat against the soft, bouncy mattress. The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes, his need for you palpable in the air between you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive urgency.

His hand moved down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, contrasting with the heat of his touch as he pressed himself against you, his hard length brushing against your thigh.

“Fuck, I missed this”, he murmured against your lips and positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce, almost desperate intensity. “I need you”.

Before you could respond, he pushed forward, entering you with a deep, powerful thrust. The suddenness of it, without any foreplay to prepare you, sent a jolt of slight pain through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to adjust to the intense sensation.

But Jensen was too lost in the moment to notice. The moment he bottomed out in your tightness, a deep groan escaped his lips, his head falling against your shoulder. His body shook slightly as he took in the overwhelming feeling of being inside you again. You were his sanctuary, the place where he could lose himself and find solace.

In the rush of his need, Jensen didn’t give you time to adjust before he started to move, instantly setting a deep, relentless pace. Each thrust was powerful, sending shockwaves of sensation through your body and leaving your breath hitching over and over again. The intensity of his movements was overwhelming, the depth of his thrusts causing your moans to turn into desperate sobs as you struggled to catch your breath.

Jensen’s lips found yours, capturing them in a fervent kiss that made you feel even more breathless. The lack of air combined with the force of his thrusts quickly made you dizzy, your head spinning as you tried to keep up with the intensity of the moment. Every inch of your body was alight with sensation, the pleasure bordering on pain as Jensen pushed you to your limits.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to anchor yourself. Jensen’s groans and murmurs of pleasure filled your ears, a constant reminder of how deeply he was lost in the moment. His fingers gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements and ensuring that every thrust hit just the right spot.

And he did. The tip of his dick brushed against your most sensitive spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with each thrust. The intensity overwhelmed you, causing your nails to dig deeper into his shoulders and back, leaving trails of red in their wake. The relentless pace, combined with the deep connection between you, had you shaking underneath him within minutes.

Jensen groaned deeply, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so fucking good”, he murmured against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. His teeth grazed the soft flesh of your neck before he bit down gently, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure through you.

Your back arched, your body responding to the mix of pleasure and pain, pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of his groans and the feel of his body moving against yours heightened every sensation, making it almost impossible to hold on.

But just as you were about to reach your peak, Jensen abruptly pulled out, leaving you gasping in surprise and frustration. Before you could process what was happening, he turned you roughly onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees.

Without wasting a moment, Jensen positioned himself behind you and thrust into you with such force that when you tried to brace yourself on all fours, his powerful thrusts sent you sprawling flat onto the mattress. Your face pressed into the pillows, muffling your cries of pleasure as he took you from behind with an intensity that left you breathless.

The new angle allowed him to hit deeper. The force of his movements pinned you to the bed, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

“Jensen”, you moaned, your voice muffled by the pillows but filled with a desperate need. The relentless rhythm of his thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge once more, your body trembling with anticipation.

Jensen’s hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he pounded into you.

“Such a tight little… fuck”, Jensen groaned deeply, his voice thick with desire. The words sent a shiver down your spine, the rawness of his need making you even more aroused. As he continued to thrust into you, his pace never faltering, he reached up and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you up so that your back hit his chest.

The new position made you gasp. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to bear, your body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure. Jensen’s teeth grazed your neck before he bit down gently, the mix of pain and pleasure sending another jolt of arousal through you.

His free hand found its way between your legs, his fingers expertly rubbing your clit with fast, hard strokes. The combination of his thrusts and the stimulation on your clit was too much, and you felt yourself hurtling towards the edge once again.

“Jensen”, you cried out, your voice a desperate plea. The intensity of the pleasure was building to a fever pitch, every nerve ending in your body on fire.

“That’s it”, he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you”.

His fingers moved even faster, his touch perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable level, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave, your body convulsing around him as you cried out his name.

The sensation of you coming around him was too much for Jensen to handle. With a raw, guttural groan, he pushed you back down onto the mattress roughly, your body sinking into the soft surface. His grip on your hips tightened again, his fingers digging into your skin with an almost bruising intensity as he pounded into you a few more times, chasing his own release.

You could feel Jensen’s muscles tensing, his body shaking with the effort as he neared the edge.

With one final, deep thrust, Jensen climaxed, his body shuddering as he spilled deep inside you. The sensation was electric, sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the warmth of his release. He held you tightly, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing. You lay beneath him, still taken aback by the raw intensity of what had just happened. The few times you had slept with each other before, Jensen had always been so loving and gentle. This new side of him—this overwhelming, almost desperate intensity—had left you shaking and dizzy beneath his weight.

Jensen’s body gradually relaxed, his breath slowing as he came down from the heights of his release. He remained inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his breath warm and steady against your skin. The weight of his body pressed down on you, a grounding force in the aftermath of the storm you had both just weathered.

As he lay there, Jensen slowly began to emerge from the intense bubble he had been in. The raw emotions from his fight with Danneel, the anger, frustration, and desperation, all started to dissipate. He had left it all out on you, and now, in the quiet aftermath, a sense of calm began to settle over him.

Jensen gently pulled out of you, careful not to cause any discomfort. He rolled to the side, bringing you with him so that you were both lying on your sides, facing each other. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or distress.

“You okay?”, he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You were still shaking, your breath slowly coming back to a steady rhythm. You nodded, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah”, you mumbled, your voice soft and a bit shaky. “Heads up next time would be nice, though”. You chuckled breathlessly, trying to lighten the mood as you slowly sat up, still feeling the aftershocks of the intense experience. You pulled the blanket up around you, seeking comfort in its warmth.

Jensen’s eyes softened as he watched you, a mix of guilt and concern in his expression. He opened his mouth to explain, but hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “Sorry”, he said quietly. “I… I didn’t mean to be so intense. I just—”. He cut himself off, not wanting to delve into the details of his fight with Danneel.

You looked at him, seeing the turmoil in his eyes. Just then, your gaze shifted to his face, noticing the slightly bruised skin and the scratch marks over his nose and eye. Your breath hitched, a wave of concern washing over you. “Jensen, what happened?”, you asked softly, your hand gently brushing against his bruised cheek.

Jensen tried to dismiss your concern, his expression tightening with discomfort. “It’s nothing”, he said gruffly, looking away from your probing eyes. He was clearly ashamed, the vulnerability of being attacked by Danneel weighing heavily on him. As a man, he felt it made him appear weak, and that was something he struggled to accept.

“Jensen”, you pressed gently, not wanting to let it go. “This isn’t nothing. Please, talk to me”.

His jaw clenched, and he pulled away slightly, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. “I said it’s nothing”, he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. The first time he had ever spoken to you like this, it stung.

You recoiled slightly, hurt by his tone. “I just want to help”, you said softly, trying to hide the pain in your voice.

Jensen took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions. He knew snapping at you was unfair, but the weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on him. He clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. He wanted to explain, to make you understand, but the words were stuck in his throat, choked by pride and anger.

Seeing the hurt in your eyes was like a knife to his heart, but he couldn’t find a way to soften his tone or explain himself without feeling exposed and vulnerable. So, he opted for silence, hoping it would prevent him from saying something he’d regret.

“Alright, suit yourself”, you mumbled quietly, clearly hurt. You got up from the bed, wrapping the blanket tighter around you as you made your way to the bathroom.

As you turned on the shower, the sound of the water filled the room, creating a barrier between you and the tense atmosphere in the bedroom. You stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash over you, trying to cleanse not just your body but your mind as well.

The water cascaded down, and you closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly leave your muscles. But your mind was still a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

In the bedroom, Jensen sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He hated himself for the way he had spoken to you. He knew you only wanted to help, but he felt trapped by his own pride and the fear of appearing weak. The scratches on his face were a physical reminder of the chaos in his life, and he didn’t know how to reconcile that with the love he felt for you.

He heard the shower running and felt a pang of regret.

Jensen sighed deeply, his heart heavy with regret and uncertainty. He stood up slowly, his movements quiet and deliberate as he walked towards the bathroom. The sound of the running water grew louder as he approached.

Without making a sound, he slipped into the bathroom and then into the shower behind you. The steam enveloped him, and the warm water hit his skin, but his focus was solely on you. He moved with careful intent, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You gasped softly, the unexpected embrace startling you for a moment. But the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his touch quickly calmed you. His lips found your shoulder, pressing soft, apologetic kisses against your skin. He held you close, the steady beat of his heart against your back a silent testament to his remorse.

Jensen couldn’t find the words to express his apology, but he hoped you would understand through the gentleness of his touch. His lips moved slowly, trailing a line of tender kisses from your shoulder up to the curve of your neck.

You closed your eyes, leaning back into his embrace, letting the warmth of the water and the comfort of his presence wash over you. The tension in your body began to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance. You placed your hands over his, squeezing them gently, letting him know that you understood.

Jensen’s hands moved slightly, one resting on your stomach while the other traced light patterns across your skin. The touch was intimate, filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. He held you close, his breath warm against your neck as he continued to press gentle kisses to your skin.

“I really missed you”, he murmured quietly, his voice filled with a mix of longing and regret. His head spun with the fear that his earlier temper might have caused irreparable damage to your relationship. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you because of his inability to control his emotions.

You turned in his arms, facing him as the water cascaded down around you both. Your eyes met his, and you could see the genuine concern and vulnerability there. “I missed you too”, you replied softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “But you need to talk to me, Jensen. You can’t shut me out like that”.

You always had been a strong person, someone who stood their ground. So, even though Jensen’s little outburst wasn’t quite what you liked, you weren’t mad at him, but being disrespected like this wasn’t something you would tolerate. You looked into his eyes, your gaze firm but filled with love.

“Jensen”, you said softly but firmly, “I understand that you’re going through a lot, but you need to know that talking to me like that is not okay. I love you, but I need respect and honesty from you”.

Jensen clenched his jaw, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words. The look in your eyes told him how serious you were, and he felt a pang of guilt. He took a deep breath, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist as he searched for the right way to express his feelings.

Jensen had never encountered a woman who spoke to him like you did right now. His previous relationships had often been characterized by either extreme submissiveness or volatile outbursts when angered, sometimes even resulting in physical slaps. But you were different. Hearing you speak so firmly, yet still filled with love, took him by surprise. It left him grasping for words and grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. He wasn’t sure how to react or what to say, and he didn’t even know if he liked it or not.

The water continued to cascade around you, creating a soothing backdrop to the tension in the air. Jensen’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, his mind racing as he tried to process everything. He looked into your eyes, seeing the unwavering strength and love reflected there, and it both intimidated and drew him in.

“I… I’m sorry”, he finally managed to say, his voice strained with emotion.

You could see in his gaze that he clearly didn’t know how to handle this situation right now. You were smarter, more mature, and more grounded than any women he had ever been with before. Your firm but loving words had struck a chord deep within him, challenging his preconceived notions of what a relationship should be.

“Jay”, you began softly, placing a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I don’t want you to apologize just to appease me. I need you to understand why I feel the way I do. Mutual respect is key in any relationship”.

He looked at you, his expression a mixture of confusion, admiration, and a touch of fear. His eyes searched yours, as if seeking reassurance and guidance in this unfamiliar territory.

“You see”, you continued, keeping your voice calm and steady, “in the past, I’ve learned that genuine connection is built on understanding and trust. I want us to be able to talk openly about our feelings, our thoughts, and our needs. It’s not about who’s right or wrong, but about finding a way to move forward together”.

Jensen swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’ve never… I mean, I’ve never had to…”, he stammered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

You waited for him, your patience unwavering, but Jensen’s frustration grew palpable. He groaned softly, his face contorting in a mixture of irritation and helplessness. “I don’t know what to fucking say”, he finally admitted, his voice edged with frustration. “I’ve never had to deal with this kind of conversation before”.

His hand slipped down your sides, a gesture that felt more like an attempt to distance himself from the emotional intensity than a loving touch. You could sense his desire to escape the situation, to find some reprieve from the vulnerability he wasn’t used to.

“I’m not going to force you to tell me what happened to your face”, you mumbled softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I would appreciate it if you could share it with me”.

His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. Before he could respond, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, hoping to convey your understanding and patience through that simple act.

Then, without another word, you stepped out of the shower, leaving him standing there alone. The cool air hit your skin as you reached for a towel, wrapping it around yourself. You glanced back at Jensen, who remained motionless under the cascading water, his expression a mixture of confusion and contemplation.

You walked out of the bathroom and into the hotel room, the cool air conditioning contrasting sharply with the warmth of the shower. You moved to your bag, searching for clothes to put on. As you rummaged through your things, you recalled Jensen’s earlier text about Jared wanting to grab something to eat. He had suggested that if anyone spotted the three of you together, you could simply say you were a friend of Jared’s to avoid raising any suspicions.

A few minutes later, you heard the water stop running in the bathroom. Jensen stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp. He hesitated in the doorway, looking uncertain and a bit lost.

“Are you mad at me now?”, he asked, his voice tentative and filled with worry.

You turned to him, softening your expression as you shook your head. “No, Jensen, I’m not mad at you. I just want us to be able to talk about these things".

He looked relieved but still a bit unsure. “Look I… I don’t want to mess this up”, he admitted.

“You won’t”, you reassured him, walking over.

You stood on your tiptoes, still needing to pull him down slightly to reach his lips, and kissed him softly. His body seemed to relax slightly under your touch, and you could feel his tension start to melt away.

“I’m not throwing the ‘I love you’ around easily either”, you mumbled into the kiss, smiling softly against his lips. “So when I told you I love you, I meant that. Messing it up will take more than that”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 21

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[jayankles]

Jenneel flogging

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Danneel

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Smut, flogging, cunnilingus, praise kink

Written for: @spnkinkbingo | @spndeanbingo | @spnquotebingo

Squares Filled: Flogging | Threesome | “ I would say I outdid myself, but I’m always this good. So I simply did myself. “

There was always a contrast when it came to the touch of Jensen and Danneel. No matter what there would always be soft as well as rough. It was the way you all liked it.

When you walked through the door, you smiled at the sound of Danneel’s high pitched moans.

“Ahh,” you said, peeling off your jacket. “I see you started early but please don’t stop now that I've walked in. The fun is about to begin, babies.”

Danneel slipped up and down on Jensen’s cock, then turned to face you, hands braced on Jensen’s chest. “There’s my beautiful girl.” She whispered, bouncing up and down on Jensen.

“You know what else is beautiful?” You said, pulling off your dress and sinking to your knees in front of the bed. “The sight of you two but I prefer when my tongue is buried in your pussy.”

Danneel squealed and you nibbled on her clit before sticking your tongue through her silky, supple folds, you groaned when your tongue hit Jensen’s long, thick and veiny cock. You couldn’t wait until you had him in your mouth or made him fuck you until you saw stars. But right now, you were going to eat Danneel’s pussy and look forward to the screams you were going to pull from her with Jensen fucking her.

Jensen grunts as he feels you cup him, his balls heavy in your hand as you play with his sack. “Are you gonna come, Jay?” You hummed, fingers of your free hand gripping on to his thigh before reaching for Danneel’s clit. You wanted her to cover your face with her juices, wanted to drink down her sweet essence. You wanted to get high on their scents as they came together.

You bury your face further into her pussy, her taste driving you insane, getting drunk on her and the way she reacted to you and to Jensen.

“Go on, pretty girl. Let go, come for me.” 

You hummed at the taste of both of them on your tongue, smiling at them when you swallow their combined come. Swiping your finger through her pussy, you watch as her body convulses, still sensitive from the fucking she just received.

I would say I outdid myself, but I’m always this good. So I simply did myself. You thought, keeping it to yourself as you thought it may sound a bit too cocky. It probably wouldn’t sound right if you said it out loud either.

“You did so good, Dee.” You murmured, fingers running over the soft flesh of her thighs. “Think you can take more? Be a good girl just for me.”

Danneel’s eyes finally made contact with yours, coming forward from the back of her skull. They wouldn’t be seeing much soon, you would make sure of that until you were finished with her and knew she couldn’t go on any longer.

“Sit behind her, Jay. Make sure she doesn’t wiggle around.” You say, leaving the room to head into another one. Drawers rummaged through, you return with a smirk on your face and a hand occupied by a few toys, a flog and a blindfold being one of them. You throw the blindfold to Jensen, silently asking him to put it over Danneel’s eyes, he nods his understanding.

Moments later, Danneel was blindfolded, Jensen’s legs draped over her own to stop her from moving, his legs spreading further at your middle and forefinger gesture.

Smirking briefly, you pull your bottom lip into your teeth and watch the two of them for a few moments. The intimacy between them was disgustingly beautiful; you let them have this moment whilst he fondled her breasts and pressed a trail of kisses up her neck.

You decide that they have had enough time to play around, you were being nice by giving them that moment considering that they both started without you. She whimpered when the cold strips of leather scattered over her skin, dragging from her chest down her abdomen to her still soaking wet pussy. She tried to close her legs - as you knew she would - but Jensen’s thick thighs stopped her from moving an inch underneath him.

You hummed in delight, and with a flick of your wrist, the flog came down harder this time around, making Danneel wince but cough out a small laugh that she tried to mask as a cough. You punish her with another smack across her torso followed by one more to her pussy.

“Let us hear you, pretty girl.”

“Can you do it again?”

“Oh, baby, we can go all night if you want to. You know what to say if it gets too much right?”

“Mountain.”

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Bad Reputation | Part 3 - Jenneel x OFC Mini Series

Summary: When Yaz starts as a freshman at the same college that her older twin step-siblings –Danneel and Jensen– are attending, she quickly takes advantage of all the benefits that living away from home offers; chiefly, that she can now sleep with as many alphas as she wants, and her family can’t do anything to stop her. But when the twins’ friend, Jared, reveals that he fucked their step-sister and she’s starting to develop a bit of a reputation on campus, Jensen and Danneel decide it’s time they teach Yaz a lesson.

Pairing: Alpha!Danneel x Omega!Yaz x Alpha!Jensen Rating: 18+ Warnings: NonCon to DubCon, Sibling Incest, Step-sibling Incest Tags: Alpha!Danneel, Alpha!Jensen, Danneel and Jensen are twins, Alpha!Jared, Omega!Yaz, Dark!Danneel, Dark!Jensen, catfishing, recreational drugs, underage drinking, roofies, punishment, threesome, bi-awakening, double penetration (2p1v), bondage, humiliation, slut-shaming, possessive alphas, claiming  Word Count: 6,045 Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Threesome | @anyfandomdarkbingo - Abduction as Seduction | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy | @anyfandomkinkbingo - “I bet all our neighbours can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

Yaz wove her way through the frat house looking for the kitchen and the promised free booze. It was loud and crowded even though it was still pretty early on in the night. She didn’t actually know any of the guys throwing the party, but for Yaz that was kind of the point of coming to things like this. The anonymity was exciting. Here, she could fuck some alpha-hole, maybe two if she got really lucky, and never even need to ask his name. She wanted to get something to drink before she started her evening’s hunt, though. 

The kitchen was just as jam-packed as the rest of the house was, but smelled more distinctly of weed. Yaz avoided the group that was passing around a bong that looked even more filthy than it smelled and shuffled her way around the perimeter of the room to reach the corner that boasted innumerable stacks of red Solo cups. When she reached her destination, she stretched out to grab a cup off the top of the tower only to awkwardly brush fingers with someone who’d been aiming for the same cup. Yaz jerked her hand back and ducked her head, feeling the blush that came so easily to her cheeks flare up, and she looked up coyly from beneath her lashes. 

“Oh, sorry, how s– Oh. It’s you.” Yaz’s flirty opening fell flat when she realised that the hand she’d brushed against wasn’t a potential bedfellow; it was her step-brother. 

“Hey, to you too little sis,” Jensen scoffed, reaching back up to grab the cup they’d both been after a moment ago. 

“Hey, Jensen,” Yaz rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to feel guilty for being disappointed that he hadn’t turned out to be an interesting prospect for the night. And Jensen being here did complicate things a little bit. Yaz wasn’t wild about the idea of her step-brother seeing her hanging around frat parties and sneaking off with alphas when the mood struck. For the most part, Jensen was a cool enough guy, but anything he saw had a chance of making it back to her dad or gave him something he could hold over her head if he ever wanted to act like a dick.

“Since when do you drink margaritas?” Yaz raised a brow sceptically as she watched Jensen mixing store-bought margarita mix and an overly generous glug of tequila in the plastic cup. 

“I don’t,” Jensen shot her a look of derision as if he was disappointed she would ever think that about him. “This is for you. You came in here for a drink, right?” he asked rhetorically, bending down to open the cooler on the floor and grab a handful of ice to splash into the top of the drink. 

“You are making me a drink?” Yaz asked incredulously. Jensen shrugged and offered her the margarita, which she took cautiously. “What happened to ‘I’m not letting your underage ass get drunk on my watch’?” she prodded, suspicious of what had suddenly made Jensen change his tune. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon, that was at a goddamn family barbecue,” Jensen laughed loudly, now pouring himself his own drink–something that looked like it was composed mostly of Jack Daniels. “College is a whole different ball game; you’re supposed to get shitfaced here. Just don’t call me if you’re throwing up,” he added pointedly. 

“Okay… well uh, thanks,” Yaz raised her cup in gratitude and Jensen tapped his own against hers with a sage nod of acknowledgement. “I guess I’ll see you around,” she smiled, feeling just a little awkward, but pushing it down and plastering on a bright smile as she made her way off in the direction she could hear music coming from. 

Jensen had made her drink very strong–much stronger than Yaz would have made for herself–so she sipped at it slowly, not wanting to be too wasted too quickly. She wasn’t stupid; she knew how easy it was for alphas to take advantage of someone if they were desperate enough to pop a knot that they didn’t care about basic moral decency. And Yaz knew that her small stature only made her an easier target in alphas’ eyes; a fact she was happy to use to her advantage most of the time, but only if she was sober enough to have a say in it. 

The music playing was so loud that Yaz was having difficulty actually hearing it. It was more like an omnipresent noise that was hanging in the humid air of the crowded house; molecules of moisture and smoke and sound all congealing in clouds that pressed heavily against her ears, seeping inside and fogging up her focus. She took a larger sip of her drink, hoping that the lingering, anaemic ice cubes floating towards the top could help her to cool down a little. Everyone in the room was pressing a little too close, and the air was too stuffy, and Yaz could feel the sweat beginning to bead up on the back of her neck, making her shudder uncomfortably when it slipped down the ridges of her spine. 

She had to get outside. It was way too hot in here. 

Danneel straightened the spaghetti straps of her body suit as she admired herself in the full-length mirror on the back of their dorm door, checking she was happy with how she looked. She’d waited until after her twin had gone out to change, so the slutty, latex lingerie would be a surprise for him upon his return with their baby sister. Jensen had texted her a minute ago to say that he was leaving the party and was bringing Yaz back with him; the plan had worked perfectly. No one would question it if they saw Jensen helping his step-sister leave a frat party after she drank too much, and it wouldn’t even be suspicious of him to bring Yaz back to his and Dee’s dorm room instead of bringing Yaz to her own. They can just say they want to keep an eye on her, make sure she isn’t too sick, and they don’t trust any of her freshman friends with the responsibility. Truly, it was the perfect cover. 

Deciding she wanted to touch up some of her makeup, Dee reached for her mascara and lip balm. She fluttered her lashes over the wand, sweeping the black liquid out towards the tips of her lashes and then pulling them towards the corner of her eye. The whole effect made her eyes look longer and sharper, more sultry and alluring–commanding. She added a bit more of her tinted lip balm, massaging it between her lips to get the moisture to sink in further. She didn’t want anything sticky or too colourful that might leave a mess, she just wanted them to look full and soft and tempting. She wanted to drive Jensen crazy. 

Dee wasn’t too sure how Yaz would react to the sight of her dressed up so provocatively, but honestly, it didn’t particularly matter because Yaz didn’t have a say in what would be happening between the three of them, anyway. And as soon as they had put their claim marks on her body, her hormones would kick in and make her want to be with Dee just as much as Jensen. The little bitch would be begging for her alpha’s cocks soon enough. 

And after all, Dee smirked to herself at the memory, Yaz had told DJ last week that she’s always fantasised about being fucked by two alphas at once. Danneel and Jensen were doing her a favour; making one of her dreams come true. So what if she was their step-sister, it was clear to Danneel now that this is how it was meant to be. Her and Jensen and Yaz, the perfect little trio. If she was being honest with herself, Dee knew she’d always felt an unusually strong pull towards her twin, but it hadn’t made any sense until recently. Jensen was an alpha, just like her, so they couldn’t be mates-they’d wind up ripping each other’s throats out sooner or later-but with an omega in the mix, this could actually work. And Yaz would be happy, considering how much she’s been slutting it up around campus since she arrived at college, being a sex toy for her two alphas would suit her just fine. 

A knock at the door startled Dee out of her contemplation. For a moment she wondered who on earth would be knocking, but then she realised Jensen was carrying an unconscious omega back with him, he probably couldn’t get to his key easily. She scrambled towards the door, fussing with her hair and adjusting her boobs one last time so they sat high and plump in her playsuit, and she swung the door back to reveal her brother, carrying the aforementioned stepsister cradled in his arms. She looked so small against his broad chest, like a little sleeping baby. 

“Fuck,” Jensen choked out when he caught an eyeful of what his twin was wearing, his eyes widening noticeably. 

“C’mon, bring the poor thing inside already,” Dee giggled, sugar sweet, very pleased at the reaction her effort to dress up had gotten. Jensen sidled into the room at her command and dropped the girl in his arms onto Dee’s bed while she shut and locked the door behind him. “How long do you think she’ll be out?” she asked, walking up to the girl and brushing a lock of her dark brown hair off her cheek. 

“How should I know? I’ve never roofied anyone before,” Jensen grunted in typical twin-brother fashion. But then his standard familial expression went slack and shy as he got another look at his twin, standing before him with her hip popped and her arms crossed, further emphasising her chest. “By the way,” he started shyly, on the cusp of blushing, “you look, uh,” nervous swallow, “just… fuck.”

“Thanks,” Dee smirked. She knew she looked good, and Jensen’s reaction was exactly what she’d been angling for, but she also felt a warm, anxious-shy glow at how flustered she’d managed to render him. It felt nice, knowing she was so wanted by someone that meant more to her than anybody else in the world. “Let’s get her in the cuffs, so we’re ready when she wakes up,” she added to fill the moment of nervous silence. 

“What do we do until she comes back around?” Jensen asked, ducking under Danneel’s bed to grab for the shoebox that held her sex toys–she’d shown him the full array last week. 

“I’ve got some ideas,” Dee grinned wickedly, helping Jensen buckle Yaz’s wrists into the leather restraints and pulling them over the girl’s head so they could link her to the headboard. “How do you feel about seeing which one of us can make her cum the fastest while she’s still out of it?” 

Jensen couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Seriously, it was fucking inconceivable. 

And yes, he knew what the word inconceivable meant–he was in fucking college for Christ’s sake. And his name wasn’t fucking Vazzinni. And there was nothing wrong with a bit of kissing in books.

Yaz was cuffed to Danneel’s bed at all four corners, arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide. Her skirt was flipped up around her waist, exposing the thong that barely had any right to be called underwear, and Danneel’s dark red wavy-curls were bobbing between their step-sister’s thighs as she sucked mercilessly on the omega’s clit. Yaz was still pretty out of it, but the drugs were starting to wear off enough now that her body would twitch and squirm a little in response to the intense pleasure it was being forced to endure. Danneel seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly, and Jensen certainly admired the view of the pair of them, but he really wishes Yaz would wake up soon. Playing with a rag doll wasn’t nearly as entertaining as making an omega beg and whine and scream. He wanted their baby sister awake when they claimed her, and he was getting impatient. 

“Any chance she’ll wake up if we shove a cock in her cunt?” Jensen asked coarsely, huffing with distemper. 

“Well if you want to try, go ahead,” Danneel picked up her head and looked over her shoulder, disdain shining from her dark brown eyes. “I want her awake the first time she feels me inside her. I want her to watch,” his twin smiles, deliciously cruel. “I want her to beg for it.”

“Good to know we’re on the same page,” Jensen grunted. He went to his nightstand and pulled the drawer entirely out of the cabinet, dumping its contents out on the bed. 

“What are you doing?” Dee picked her head up at the noise to look at him curiously. Jensen looked back over his shoulder to smile at her conspiratorially. 

“I may have picked up a little something extra when I met that dealer for the roofies,” he revealed, shaking the drawer to dislodge the false bottom he’d wedged into it to hide the drugs. With a triumphant smirk, Jensen reached for the small vial of pink liquid–coloured that way so he could tell it apart from the clear vial that contained the Rohypnol–and pulled it out to show his sister, dangling it enticingly between his thumb and forefinger. 

“What is that?” 

“This is a trigger,” Jensen grinned. “It’ll send her into her heat. Betcha that’ll wake her up.” 

“I didn’t even know they made drugs like that,” Dee eyed the little bottle sceptically. “Does it really work?” Jensen waved away her doubts, unconcerned, and stepped up to the head of the bed, tilting Yaz’s chin down and pulling her lips apart.

“Well, we’re about to find out.” 

The alpha unscrewed the little cap and strode to the head of the bed where Yaz was still lying unconscious, her mouth hanging open gently, the rise and fall of her chest illustrating the even breaths she was still taking, putting Jensen at ease. He’d never roofied anyone, he wasn’t too sure about the dose. And Yaz had always been so much smaller than he and Dee were. But the movement of her breasts–highlighted so sluttily in the low-cut dress she’d worn to the frat party–put his mind at ease. She shouldn’t be past the point of waking back up. 

Yaz felt like she was underwater, everything sounded muffled and overly loud, like waves rushing through her brain, and she couldn’t move her arms or legs very much, she could only twitch them as if the tide was pushing against her, trying to carry her back into the blackness of the watery depths she was trying to break free of. Her vision was clouded over with spots of fuzzy colour, and nothing would stay still long enough for her to focus on it against the black background. But she’d opened her eyes, so why was it still so dark? Where was she?

“Hello?” Yaz croaked, her throat painfully dry and scratchy. The question sounded more like a choked-off gargle than an actual word. She took a deep breath, pulling on her tongue with the roof of her mouth to try to wet the muscles, fighting to swallow down the moisture and then trying again. “Hello? Is anyone there?” she called out, her voice more recognisable this time, if still unattractively hoarse.

“Well well well,” a faintly familiar voice spoke from the darkness, but Yaz’s mind couldn’t find the name that she knew the voice belonged to. “Look who’s waking up from her nap! Did you have a good sleep, baby girl?” 

The man’s voice cooed teasingly, and if he’d been speaking to a child he might have even sounded caring and friendly, but Yaz felt her heart grow cold, fear beginning to creep across her skin. She knew alphas that spoke to omegas like that, and they were usually the dangerous ones; they were the ones that thought omegas were only good for one thing and weren't bright enough to understand anything beyond that purpose. Coupled with the fact that she still couldn’t move, and it was still pitch black around her even though Yaz was positive she’d opened her eyes, the girl knew she was in trouble. Fuck, the frat party, she suddenly remembered. Shit, what had she gotten herself into?

“Who are you?” Yaz demanded, and even she could hear the shake of nerves in her voice. “Where am I?” 

“Aw, don’t worry baby,” a new voice answered–a feminine one–shocking the omega, and she tried to look around to find the new person, but everything was still dark. She must be blindfolded, Yaz finally realised. “You’re safe with us BB,” the girl said, sickly sweet and not at all reassuring. 

But wait… she’d called her BB… There were only a few people in the world who knew that was one of her nicknames. 

“Dee?” Yaz asked tentatively, and she recognised the deep giggle of her step-sister this time. 

“Of course silly. Who else did you think we’d be?” Dee answered. 

“Jensen?” Yaz checked, and she felt someone sit down beside her. Was she on a couch? Or a bed? 

“Yeah, it’s me, baby girl,” Jensen spoke softly, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze. 

“Why can’t I see? Or move?” Yaz asked anxiously. 

“What do you remember?” Jensen asked, and Yaz tried to think back. 

“I remember going to that party…” she started. “I remember seeing you there. I remember going to dance…” she trailed off, fighting through the fog that her memories became after that. 

“Do you remember going outside? With some douchebag alpha?” Jensen asked, an edge to his voice now, and Yaz flinched, trying to remember. 

“...no,” she shook her head after a second. 

“So you don’t remember what he gave you to drink?” Dee piped up. 

“No,” Yaz shook her head again, confused. She didn’t remember meeting anyone or going anywhere with them. 

“Well, I’m not sure exactly what he gave you,” Jensen cut in, “but when I found you he was trying to carry you out, said you’d passed out and he was going to take you home. I knew he must have slipped you something because it was barely an hour after I saw you, and no one can get that drunk that fast.” 

“So Jen brought you back to ours, so we could watch you,” Dee explained. 

“Oh my god,” Yaz groaned in embarrassment. “Please never tell my dad about this,” she begged. “But hang on, why can’t I move or see? Is it what that guy gave me? Am I paralysed?” Yaz began to panic, starting to struggle, but she realised it was easier to move now, and it no longer felt like her body was too heavy for her to pick up, it felt like something was holding her down. 

“No, calm down, BB,” Dee giggled, and Yaz felt her step-sister sit down by her feet and place a hand on her shin to steady her. “We… well, when Jensen got you back here… like he said we don’t know what that alpha gave you, but, well, your scent was going haywire. It smelled like you were going into heat or something, and we were scared that if it was a drug-induced heat, you might wake up desperate and try to run off.” 

“So you tied me up and blindfolded me!?” Yaz demanded, outraged. “Why would I need a blindfold?”

“Some roofies make you really sensitive to light, and you throw up if it’s too bright,” Jensen excused easily, and Yaz could picture the unconcerned shrug that accompanied his answer. “How do you feel now? I can try taking it off,” he suggested. 

“Yes, please,” Yaz sighed in relief, closing her eyes when she felt Jensen’s hands slide under her head to pull the fabric off. The slight skim of his fingertips over her skin sent a tingle down her spine that ended up throbbing between her legs, and the omega stiffened. What on earth was that about? When the blindfold was gone, Yaz blinked brokenly a few times, squinting in the dim light of the room until her step-siblings came into focus. 

“There’re those pretty eyes,” Jensen hummed, brushing his fingers over her cheek, and Yaz felt herself flush at the compliment and the tender touch. 

“Can uh, can you untie me, too?” Yaz asked hopefully, tugging at whatever restraints had her arms stretched above her head. 

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Dee considered, stroking Yaz’s leg idly, and the omega felt heat blooming brightly under her step-sister’s touch. “I can smell your heat getting stronger by the second, and we can’t have you running off to find some random alpha to rut with for the next few days. What if they’re another scumbag who hurts you? It’s too dangerous, BB, you gotta stay here with us. It’s for your own good.” 

“Really, I feel fine,” Yaz laughed nervously, but even as she said it she realised it was a lie. Her skin was burning and uncomfortably damp, the air in the tiny dorm room felt humid and oppressive in her lungs, and the hole between her legs felt like it had its own heartbeat. 

“C’mon baby girl, you can’t lie to us,” Jensen tsked, shaking his head as if he was disappointed in her, and stupidly, Yaz didn’t like that feeling. Her step-brother bent over her, burrowing against her neck behind the long swathe of brown curls that were covering it and inhaling deeply when his nose found her skin. “We can smell how desperate you are.” 

Yaz shuddered at the feel of Jensen’s breath ghosting against her throat, and her stomach churned in discomfort. This was her step-brother, she shouldn’t be feeling like this about him–like she wanted him to force her legs apart and bury his cock into her willing heat. And fuck, that was a graphic image. She knew logically that this was only appealing to her because she was going into heat, and a heat that had been brought on by force, by some kind of drug. Maybe that’s why she felt even more needy than usual. 

And why even her step-sister was looking like a good option right now. 

Yaz didn’t realise how she’d missed it before now, but Danneel was dressed in fucking lingerie; a tight, navy, latex bodysuit that hugged he curves impeccably and pressed her cleavage up impressively between the deep vee of the cups, only held up by the skinniest spaghetti straps Yaz had ever seen. It looked like something she’d wear, but she had never pictured Danneel wearing something so provocative. 

“She looks good, doesn’t she?” Jensen chuckled, and Yaz swung her head around to see her step-brother watching her with a smirk curled on his full pink lips. “Why don’t you show her the best part, Dee?” Jensen spoke to Danneel but his eyes were still focused on Yaz, watching her reactions closely. 

Yaz’s mind felt cloudy and slow. She couldn’t understand what was going on right now, why Danneel and Jensen were acting so weird. And why was Dee getting on her knees and crawling up the bed, moving to straddle Yaz’s waist? With a seductive smile, her teeth chewing mischievously on her bottom lip, Danneel reached between her legs–where Yaz noticed a distinct bulge in the crotch of her bodysuit–and grabbed the tab of an invisible zipper, pulling it forward, from between her legs and up towards her navel. Her cock dropped between her thighs dramatically as Danneel groaned, probably in relief from not being tapped so tightly beneath the lingerie. 

“What the fuck?” Yaz felt herself gasp more than she heard it, because at the same time she spoke Jensen let out a lewd wolf whistle, eyes now fixed on his twin rather than their step-sister. 

“Shit, that’s hot,” he breathed, and Yaz felt him shift his position on the bed beside her. Looking over she saw Jensen’s hand had dropped to his own lap, kneading at his own erection, which was still closed up in his jeans. 

“What the fuck?!” Yaz whispered hoarsely, eyes darting between the two alphas, who were very clearly eye-fucking while they both groped themselves over her body. 

“Something wrong, baby girl?” Danneel asked sweetly as if she didn’t have her cock wrapped tightly in her manicured fingers. 

“Um, yeah!” the omega hissed, her logical brain fighting the biological instincts that were telling her to shut her mouth and let this happen. “You’re twins! You’re my step-family, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“We’re just helping you out,” Jensen spoke up as if the answer should have been obvious. “Some needs to take care of your heat before the fever sends you to the ER. You wouldn’t want your dad or our mom to find out what got you into this whole mess, how much of a slut you’ve been while you’ve been away at college.” 

“This isn’t my fault!” Yaz protested, but her voice was weak. In the back of her mind, she felt like Jensen was right. If she hadn’t gone out and been so careless, this wouldn’t be happening right now. But that still didn’t explain why her step-siblings were eyeing each other just as lustily as they were looking at the heat-riddled omega between them. 

“Oh, stop whining,” Dee scoffed, shuffling her knees further up the bed so her cock was hovering right over Yaz’s chest, angling it so the tip of it was grazing the exposed, tanned flesh of her breasts. Her dick was shiny at the crown with precum and flushed a deep, appetising pink that made Yaz want to lean forward and suck it between her lips. “We know you want this. You told us last week how much you fantasise about two alphas fucking you stupid,” she accused triumphantly, flashing Jensen a smirk, and Yaz’s jaw dropped. What did Danneel mean she’d ‘told them’? Yaz had told DJ that, not the twins. 

“Did you steal my phone?” Yaz squeaked indignantly. 

“Ha! She’s not even denying it,” Jensen laughed deeply, now standing to pull off his jeans and boxers, letting his own erection spring free. 

“How the fuck do you know what I texted…” Yaz’s ire fell away as she felt a sinking realisation settle in her chest. DJ – Danneel and Jensen. “That was you?” she gasped in horrified embarrassment. 

“Yep,” Jensen confirmed happily, lips popping on the end of the word. 

“The whole time?” Yaz gulped, feeling herself blush bright pink at the memory of everything she’d sent to DJ; all the flirting, the sexting, the photos… the videos. And what DJ had sent back. She looked sideways, considering Jensen’s body for a second carefully. 

“Yeah, the whole time,” Dee answered, still teasing her cock lightly as she straddled her step-sister. “It was Jensen in the photos, but it was both of us the whole time, watching you whore yourself out for a stranger so easily was fucking embarrassing, honestly,” she sneered, and Yaz flinched. “And after tonight, and how reckless you were… Well, what kind of family would we be if we let you keep putting yourself in danger like that. You’re lucky we were here to take care of you, sweetie.” 

“Now, I think it’s about time you show us how grateful you are to us,” Jensen ground out, words slipping through clenched teeth as he stroked himself roughly, stepping up beside the omega’s head and settling one knee on the mattress to bring his cock level with her mouth. He pressed his fingers into her hair, yanking her head towards him, and without any further preamble, forced himself between her lips. Yaz moaned brokenly as she tasted her step-brother’s cock slip across her tongue, his precum slightly bitter in a way that reminded her just how wrong this whole situation was. Except her omega instincts were far more powerful than her morals, because, without her permission, her body easily opened itself to him, gargling happily as Jensen fucked himself down her throat. 

“Holy shit,” Jensen panted above her, hand still planted firmly in her hair to keep her in place while he thrust in and out of her mouth. 

“Wow, look at that slutty little mouth,” Danneel cooed, condescension obvious in her tone. “You weren’t lying about being good at that, were you sweetie?” The alpha reached forward and pet Yaz gently, stroking the long brown hair that was spilling down her back and across the mattress. “Let’s see if your cunt is as good as you said it was, too.” 

Yaz moaned in desire, and Jensen grunted as her throat trembled around his cock. The effect was even more intense when Dee shoved her cock inside Yaz without any warning or preparation, all three occupants of the room groaning loudly in unison at the chain reaction of pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re looser than I thought you’d be,” Dee sighed, quickly settling into a rhythmic fuck, grinding her hips into her step-sister on every inward thrust. “Figured after you’d slept with half of campus you wouldn’t be that tight, but I can barely feel you,” she complained with an exaggerated pout. Yaz cringed in shame, but somehow the insult made a gush of arousal swoop down her body. “Aw baby,” Dee laughed, “clenching around me isn’t gonna fix anything. I think I need something to help tighten you up.” 

“Hey,” Jensen chimed in, “betcha she’s loose enough to take both of us.” 

Yaz whimpered around Jensen’s cock at the suggestion. Danneel might think she felt too loose, but Yaz already felt pleasantly stretched around her step-sister’s cock; the thought of Jensen forcing himself in alongside her had the omega clenching in fear. 

“Oh I think she liked that idea,” Dee smirked, obviously referring to the way Yaz's cunt was spasming right now. 

“N-no,” Yaz choked out as Jensen abruptly pulled out of her throat, coughing roughly at the sudden influx of air. “Are you fucking serious? No, no way,” the omega protested fearfully, but her step-siblings merely laughed.

“I don’t know if you noticed, baby girl, but you’re not really in charge around here,” Jensen chuckled, reaching for the cuffs that were holding Yaz’s arms to the headboard. 

He unclipped them from each other, and Yaz briefly had the use of her arms back, automatically shaking out her wrists and shoulders to alleviate the stiffness, but Jensen immediately caught her hands again and refastened the cuffs. He slid behind her on the bed, his legs straddling her hips so she had to lean back against his chest, and he pulled her arms up and looped her linked wrists behind his head, effectively immobilising her again. Danneel released her ankles once Jensen had secured her hands again, and once her legs were free, the alpha shoved her legs until she bent her knees, curling her even further against Jensen. The feeble struggling Yaz was able to muster during the whole transition had barely been registered. 

“Sit on his lap sweetie, c’mon now,” Dee urged with a simpering smile, lifting Yaz’s hips so Jensen could squeeze his legs beneath the omega, forcing her to straddle his hips. He reached between their bodies and grabbed his dick, stroking it up and down between Yaz’s folds and drawing a reluctant whimper from the younger girl. 

“Oh you’re fucking soaked f’r’us, aren’t you slut?” Jensen taunted, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, and Yaz knew he must have felt the rush of slick his words had caused rushing over his length. When he finally thrust himself inside, Yaz whined pathetically and tried to hide her face against her shoulder so they couldn’t see just how good it felt reflected in her expression. It was useless though, they knew exactly what she was doing. 

“You like Jensen’s cock, baby girl?” Danneel asked teasingly, sliding her fingers between Yaz’s legs to play with her clit, making the omega whine even more. “Who felt better? Me or him?” Yaz just shook her head, still hiding her face. She didn’t think Danneel would actually want her to answer the question, anyway. 

“Stop makin’ ‘er choose and just get in on the action, sis,” Jensen retorted, slowly grinding his hips into the omega on his lap. “Wanna feel her squeezing our dicks together inside her sluthole,” he sneered. 

“Should I stretch her out? Or do you think the whore is loose enough already?” Dee smirked cruelly as she slipped her fingers further down, wrapping around Jensen’s cock and pressing him further inside of Yaz’s cunt. 

“I say go for it,” Yaz felt Jensen shrug behind her, unconcerned. 

“No, please, please don’t do this,” Yaz begged, shaking her head jerkily as her step-sister pressed back against her shoulders, making her lay back against Jensen as he slid down the bed. 

“But this is what you wanted,” Dee smirked, crawling forward on her knees so she could run her own cock through the slick that Yaz was leaking around Jensen’s dick. 

“No, it’s not!” the omega protested, chest tightening in fear. 

“But you told us you fantasised about this,” Jensen’s voice rasped against her ear. “You told us you imagined having two alphas fuck you at once, you made yourself cum for us while you thought about it,” he reminded her. 

“I didn’t mean like this,” Yaz whimpered, clenching reflexively when Dee’s cock nudged at her entrance, the pliant tip trying to press its way in. 

“Well that’s too fucking bad,” Dee groaned as she started to force herself in, squeezing the tip of her cock alongside Jensen’s, making Yaz howl in pain. “Better relax for me sweetie, or this is never gonna feel good for you,” her step-sister chided coldly. Yaz only cried louder. 

“I bet all our neighbours can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are,” Jensen hissed, flexing his hips a little to change the angle he was holding himself at, trying to make more room for his twin inside their baby sister. 

“Just wait until we claim her, then she’ll really be screaming,” Dee laughed, forcing her cock in with one final thrust, making Yaz yell out in pain, tears beginning to roll down her face. “Holy shit, now she’s tight. Knew she’d be the perfect little omega for us.” There was an edge of breathlessness to Dee’s voice now, the first time tonight she’d sounded like she was affected by any of the insanity that was going on around her. Yaz had been temporarily drifting through a fog of pain, but as her body grew used to the unimaginable stretch it started to feel kinda good, and her mind actually registered what Dee was talking about. 

“C-claim me?” she whined helplessly, turning her head between the twins to look at their faces. Neither looked like they were joking. In fact, they were barely paying Yaz any attention; they only had eyes for each other. It was like they were merely using her body as a sex toy between them, but really they were fucking each other. Just as Yaz came to that conclusion, Danneel leaned down and kissed Jensen over her shoulder, sighing happily when their lips met, her body practically melting against Yaz as the alphas devoured each other, their hips settling into a rhythm that meant Yaz was constantly full, and she simply had to lie there and take it. And when she felt the twins’ lips on her throat, she shuddered, guilt wracking her body as she realised that she was going to let this happen. Because she was about to cum harder than she ever had in her life, and the omega part of her wasn’t going to let that go. The omega part of her was desperate for those kisses on her neck to turn to claiming bites, just like Dee had promised. And when their teeth sunk into her veins, the pain is what pushed Yaz over the edge of her climax, and she plunged, screaming, into the abyss of wrong that she knew the rest of her life was about to become.

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Dream Come True

A/N: Here it is guys. An update to Once In A Lifetime!!! Please read that first or this will make no sense to you. I even linked it to make it easier, lol. I just couldn’t seem to let these three go so I wrote more.......AND a part 3 could be possible, if the reactions and feedback to this are favorable.

Summary: Six years after a chance encounter in her place of employment led Y/N to meet two of her favorite celebrities and they began a polygamous relationship. Let’s look in and see how their lives are going, shall we?

W/C: 9,941

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: smut, fluff, a tad bit more angst than last time, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), dirty talk

Five years. 60 months. 1,825 days. Too many minutes and seconds to count. But still, it seems like time has flown by but yet crawled.

Five years ago, I was living in a small one bedroom apartment, driving a car that even on the good days was capricious and fickle, working a dead end job as a waitress in a no name restaurant in Austin, Texas. 

60 months (and a few days) my fruitless, lackluster life changed when two of the best looking people walked in and were seated in my section. After schooling my internal fangirl and doing my job, I was left with a substantial tip and a note on the table that would change my life forever.

Jared and Genevieve Padalecki,and their children, took me into their home, their lives and their hearts and never looked back. And life has been wonderful since!

Jared, Gen and I are a team as we navigate parenting our four children. Tom is now 14 years old and preparing for his first year of high school; Shep is almost 13 and takes after his dad in the pranking department; Odette is 9 and is a beauty just like her mother; Delaney is 3 years old and a total diva!

If she grew up to take in her parents' footsteps and become an actress, she will have no problems at all! Day-day, as we all call her, knows how to push buttons and turn on the charm to get her way. 

A few months after Day-day was born, an era for Jared ended. After 15 years, he no longer had to film Supernatural, the show that brought him popularity and fame….and his wife.

With the finale of that chapter, life switched from Jared being gone to another country for  weeks at a time to him being home every day. But aside from allowing Jared to work closer to home and be with us, it took away the close bond he had created with Jensen. 

Jared had signed on to star in and produce the modern adaptation of Walker before Supernatural’s finale had aired and had hoped to bring Jensen on as director of some episodes and maybe a guest appearance or two, but when the pandemic hit the world and everyone was advised to isolate and quarantine in their own homes, those aspirations went down the drain.

I was the first to notice the distance between the Padalecki’s and Ackles’. I had been on the receiving end of some very condemning and reproachable looks from the Ackles’ matriarch but hadn’t paid much attention to it. To each their own, though. She never did seem to get used to the idea of Jared and Gen and me. She would make judgemental assertions toward me when my lovers were nowhere near to overhear.

But when I began to notice the lack of interest in keeping the friendship going from Jensen, I knew she had gotten to him. And when Jensen kept putting off coming to direct Jared and Gen on Walker it threw up warning signs. Then when the Ackles announced their plans for a prequel to Supernatural without even as much as mentioning it to Jared, that just solidified my fears. Their friendship was severed.

I comforted and soothed my lovers as they mourned the demise of it all. Soon after, they put their all into working to make Walker the next big thing on The CW and our lives went on.

After surviving not only the pandemic but the almost two year quarantine that it induced, we learned how to navigate the “new normal”, something none of us had ever had to face.

Once the vaccine for the virus was administered, the world could finally breathe again. Protocols and practices were established and obeyed and we could once again gather with those loved ones that we didn’t live with.

Jared and Jensen’s brotherhood was also re-established and it went back to the way it used to be, like nothing had ever happened. Now, the five of us often get together and hang out while the kids play.

Danneel also changed, for the better. She finally accepted me into the fray, apparently. She is friendly and welcoming to my daughter and I. She even calls herself Aunt D to Delaney. Finally, after five years, life is great again! 

Or so I thought.

“Mommy,” Day-day asks one night as I am bathing her. “Are you and my daddy in love?”

I smile down at my daughter, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. “Yes, baby. Your daddy and I are very much in love. And that love created you, my sweet child.”

“Brandon at school says that when mommies and daddies are in love, they get married. Are you and daddy married?”

I am shocked at her inquiry. Not that it isn’t warranted, I just hadn’t expected such a question. How do you explain to a five-year-old that even though we love one another, her father is married to someone else. The same someone that I love also.

“No baby,” I say as I rinse her light chestnut hair. “Daddy is married to Momma G, you know that.”

“Are you and Momma G married?”

I huff a laugh at her question. “No baby. Momma G is married to daddy. Daddy and Momma G are married and your brothers and sister are a product of their love. But they also love me and with that love we created you. We all love you and your siblings equally.”

“But…” she begins and I cut her off.

“Baby, don’t you worry your pretty little head about adult stuff okay? Mommy and Daddy love each other and we love you too. And Momma G loves you. Your brothers and sister love you. We live in a house full of love, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Once she is bathed and dried off, I help her into her gown and we walk down the hall to her bedroom. Jared is there waiting to read her a bedtime story so I hand our daughter over and head to our bedroom to begin my own nightly routine.

Genevieve is slathering face cream on as I walk into the ensuite. She looks at me through the mirror and smiles.

“So,” she begins as I pull my hair back and up into a bun. “I just happened to overhear your and Day-day’s conversation during her bath.”

I sigh. “It’s so hard to explain it to her so that she understands. We have a very unconventional family.”

“Hey, hey! Back it up,” Gen says as she twists the cap on the toothpaste. “It might be unusual and bizarre and a bit eccentric but unconventional? There is nothing unconventional about any of us. Our relationship might be uncommon and unique but unconventional? No.”

“How do we explain to a child that her mommy and daddy love her and love each other but there is also daddy’s wife in the mix?” I ask as I start blotting my face with cream. “Daddy’s wife that we both love and adore and would be nothing without?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a smile before popping her toothbrush in her mouth. 

It is silent as she continues brushing her teeth and I massage the lotion onto my face. “I love what we have. I never in a million years dreamed that I would meet either one of you, much less be in a long-term relationship with both of you. It’s just so hard to describe it to a kid.”

Gen finishes brushing her teeth and turns to lean against the countertop. “You did though. Perfectly, I might add. But,” she pauses as she looks away and then back to me, “I think I know of a way that the next time the subject comes up, you can answer her honestly.”

“What are you talking about, Gen? I can’t be married to Jared. He kind of already has a wife. A hot, sexy as fuck, charming wife.”

"Like I said flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a laugh. “But seriously, I have an idea.”

“What is it?” I ask as she pushes off the counter and walks toward the door. “Genevieve Padalecki, don’t leave me hanging!”

Her laughter dies out as she leaves the room. I shake my head and chuckle at her antics as I squeeze paste onto my toothbrush and finish getting ready for bed.

I turn the wheel into the entrance of FBBC with a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.

“Mommy, what's that say?" Delaney asks, pointing at the large sign beside the driveway.

"Closed for private event," I answer her.

"Cwosed? I thought I was going to play with JJ and the twins!" Delaney whined.

"You are, baby girl," I soothe. "They're gonna be here because their parents are. But first you have to do your very special, very important job, okay?"

Looking through the rear view mirror at my daughter, I see the little girl's face light up. 

"Yea!" Delaney answers enthusiastically, dancing in her seat. "I get to wear a pretty dress and walk with Odie."

Pulling up to the brewery, I shift the car into park. The only other vehicles in the lot are the Ackles' and the Padalecki's. 

"That's right Day-day," I respond. "Now let's go inside and get ready."

As I open the door to get out,  I can't help but to reminisce how this all came about. How it all seems like a dream come true.

FLASHBACK

Gen was very hush-hush when I entered the bedroom after  I finished brushing my teeth. When I once again asked what idea she had, instead of answering she had pulled me on top of her on the bed and kissed the breath out of my lungs. 

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," she cooed. "It's something I've considered for a while now but I just have to talk it over with Jare first. You do trust, me don't you, sweetie?"

"Of course Mama,"I told her. "I trust you with my life. I love you."

"I love you too. So fucking much."

It was a week later that I found out what her idea was. The four Padalecki kids joined the Ackles' on a day trip, leaving Jared, Gen and I home alone.

We were lounging in the bed after a sweaty, very passionate session of fucking. With the kids out of the house, the three of us christianed almost every inch of the place. 

I hadn't had that many orgasms in years!

"Sweetie?" Gen asked breathlessly. 

I rolled my head to the side to see her flushed face as she laid on top of Jared, their bodies still connected as one.

"Marry us," she says as she reached out to entwine her fingers with mine on my stomach.

"Yea okay," I laughed, not taking her proposal seriously. 

"We're not joking," Jared chimes in, lifting his arm and inviting me to join their embrace. "We both love you so much. We want you to know we are in this for the long haul.  Come hell or high water. You are just as important to us as we are to each other. 

"Y/N Y/L/N, would you please do us the honor of being our wife?"

I couldn't respond. Hell, I couldn't get my brain to comprehend the words. Did Jared and Genevieve just fucking propose to me? It had to be hormones,  right?

We'd just had some of the greatest sex ever known so they were just feeling the influx of dopamine, right?

Besides, they can't marry me; they're already married. To each other! No minister in their right mind would agree to wed us. It was simply impossible.

"It's simply impossible," I said, looking at Jared "You're already married."

"And we want to marry you," Gen says as she sits up. "It's not impossible. Maybe not exactly legal but it's not impossible."

"How? What preacher would be crazy enough to marry us?" I ask, trying to get them to see that their idea is completely ludicrous. 

"Not a preacher," Jared says as he hugs me to his side, Gen sitting up, his dick softening inside her. "Jensen."

"What?!" I exclaim, taking my eyes off my girlfriend's sexy body and looking up into my boyfriend's hazel eyes. "How?"

"Jensen got ordained in order to marry Jeff and Hilary and that's not a one-time thing," Jared explained. "He is still ordained in the eyes of Texas law. He can officiate our ceremony."

Once again, I am stunned into silence. They had really put some thought into this. It wasn't just a whim. They were honest-to-god genuine!

"You want to marry me?" I asked, still unsure. "Both of you?"

A "fuck yea" and a "hell yes" came from Jared and Genevieve simultaneously.

"Well then," I said, as I sat up on my knees next to them. "I guess we're getting married!"

END FLASHBACK

The front door of the brewery opens as Delaney and I approach it. Danneel is standing there with a smile on her face.

"It's the big day, Y/N," she announced. "Are you nervous? Excited?"

Once the news of our engagement was announced to them and we asked Jensen to officiate our nuptials, Danneel had changed.

She finally admitted that our relationship weirded her out at first and she was afraid I was just in it for some juicy gossip and a big payout but after almost five years she realized that I am not after anything other than the love of her two best friends.

She apologized profusely and begged for forgiveness and after hugging it out she began calling me a friend.

"To be honest, yes and no." I answer her. "I'm not nervous about marrying them at all. Hell, I'm excited to finally be able to call them mine and it mean something.  I'm just worried that somethings going to happen and the wedding will be cancelled."

Dee puts her arm around my shoulders as we walk through the tasting room. "Sweetie, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. It's all going to go off without a hitch. Okay, wait. That's not the correct wording. You are going to be hitched. It's going to go smoothly and be perfect. Yea, that's better."

I laugh at her as she shows me to the office where my dress, along with Delaney's are hanging, still in the bags.

"Do you need help?"

"Could you possibly wrangle Day-day to get dressed?" I ask as I take in the moment. In just a few minutes, I will be sliding into a wedding dress and preparing to walk out of here to get married. To wed, not only Jared but Genevieve too.

How is this my life? 

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jared, Gen and Y/N. The love between them is encompassing, all-consuming and palpable. I've known Jared for going on 30 years. Gen for almost 20 years and Y/N for 5.  And I have never seen any other people as in love and devoted to one another as they are," Jensen says as we stand in front of him in the taproom; Jared on his left, Gen on his right and I in the middle.

"Do you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N as your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Absolutely," Jared says with a nod.

"Do you, Genevieve Nicole Padalecki, take  Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"I do."

Jensen looks right at me.  "Do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take Jared as your husband and Genevieve as your wife to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Yes," I answer, resolutely. 

"By the power vested in me under Texas law, I proudly announce you husband and wife and wife.  You may now kiss the brides."

Jared turns me and pulls me to him. He looks into my eyes as he lowers his head. "Congratulations Mrs. Padalecki," he whispers and then kisses me with all the love and affection he can muster. 

As we part, I hear Genevieve as she grabs my free hand. "My turn."

I spin around and smile at her as she cups my cheeks in her hands. "You are my wife now, baby." I nod and our lips meet in a just as fervent, just as intense kiss.

When we step away, we turn to our family and friends, our kids and the Ackles. Jared takes my left hand as Gen takes my right and we march down the makeshift aisle as the song, "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, plays over Dee's phone.

"Mama Y/N, you look beautiful," Shep says as he walks up to me after the ceremony.

"Aw, thank you son," I say with a smile. "You're quite handsome in that suit and tie."

The 12-year-old blushes as he rubs the back of his neck, a move I know he gets from his father when flustered.

"Mom said I had to dress up."

"Well, thank you Shep. I appreciate it."

The rest of the kids file along,  congratulating us and wishes us the best with Jensen and Danneel bringing up the rear.

"And here I thought officiating Jeffrey's wedding was bizarre.  This one takes the cake," Jensen jokes as he hugs Jared with a pat on the back. "Congratulations man."

"Thanks," Jared says, mimicking Shep's previous move.

"Speaking of cake," Dee speaks up. "Let's go to the kitchen. I have a surprise for you."

I walk arm in arm with my spouses toward the kitchen. Inside, there is a large two-layer cake with the customary bride and groom figurines on top. Except our cake has an extra bride on it.

"So, they don't make cake toppers with 2 brides so I got a couple of them and broke the second one in half," Dee explains with a chuckle. "It's the best I could do."

"It's perfect," Gen says as she leans over and hugs her friend. "Thank you. "

The twelve of us all enjoy eating cake and hanging out in the kitchen of the brewery. Of course Jared and Jensen imbibe in some of the house beverages and Gen joins in.

After cleaning up, Jensen and Dee shoos us out and sends us off to begin our honeymoon, which is just a night in a local inn and resort, kid-free.

"Holy fuck!" Jared exclaims loudly. "Your pussy is squeezing my dick like a vice."

I smile against my wife's cunt as she grinds down on my face. 

"Shit, she's eating me like a starved woman," Gen says with a moan. 

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down on me as Jared thrusts into me with zeal. I can feel another orgasm bearing down but I've made a pact with myself to hold off until Genevieve cums on my mouth.

I've already had one while she ate me out as I sucked Jared's cock and another as I watched them fuck while they uttered the debauchery they planned for the three of us.

"Shit! Shit! Fucking shiiiiiit!" Gen screamed as her whole body tensed and her juices sleuths out of her body onto my tongue and lips. "Oh God! I don't think I have anything left in me, " she breathes out as she slumps to the side. 

I continue to lick up every drop she'd given me and then kiss her inner thigh. "So it was good?" I ask with a chuckle.

"The best," Gen tells me as she crawls off and lays down beside me. "But I'm going to have to tap out for a bit. I'm done for."

I turn my attention to my husband now that she isn't obscuring my view. Jared has leaned forward on his palms and is looking down at our bodies where we are connected.

I glance down as he rams his whole dick into my body, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Husband?" I call to get his attention and Jared raises his eyes and meets mine. "Fuck me like you mean it."

He huffs out a laugh and then goes at it. The pace and austerity of his hips as he fucks into me is supernatural! As many times as I've been with Jared, I have never witnessed or felt the momentum and velocity that has taken over him.

My insides tighten and constrict and I yell out their names as I cum, squirting all over Jared's groin, the wetness making his movements audible as his thighs ram into mine.

Jared bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes as he thrusts into my body fully and stills. I can feel the throb of his dick as his release shoots out of him and fills me.

"Holy shit! Fuck! I think I've died, " he says as he falls onto me, our bodies sticky and sweaty. 

"God damn I love you Y/N," he huffs into my ear as he tries to catch his breath. He turns his head as I hear him proclaim the same to Gen. "I love you both. So fucking much."

The shower isn't big enough for the three of us so we decided to go solo. Or at least that was the plan but as Gen is taking the first one, I can't help but to step in behind her and admire her sexy body, wet and soapy as she washes.

"You need help?" I ask as she turns around and spots me. 

"You'll just get me all hot and bothered," she retorts as she runs the frothy washcloth over her breasts.

"So? I don't see the problem," I say, stepping forward and cupping her mound.  "I'll clean you." My middle finger slides along her slit as she throws her head back.

"You're insatiable," she says as her feet steps apart, opening her legs. 

"I got a gorgeous wife with a body to die for. Do you blame me?"

My fingers broach her slit and I find her clit, swollen and pulsing. I gently massage it as I claim her mouth, my other hand holding the back of her head.

Gen moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside. We kiss until the need for breathe is urgent.

"I have an equally hot wife, you know, " she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck. "Where's Jare?"

"In the other room, waiting for his turn. We both plan on fucking you in the shower.  I just won the coin toss to go first."

"Lucky me!" she says with a smile. Her half-lidded eyes open wide as I enter her pussy with two fingers, my thumb pressing against her clit.

"I'm going to make you cum on my fingers then Jared's gonna bend you over and make you cum on his dick."

Gen's eye roll back as I begin pumping into her, scissoring my fingers. 

"Come on, Mama. Give it to me. Cum on my fingers. I know you can," I coo as I kiss her lips, her cheek, her neck and shoulder. "This pussy loves being fingers doesn't it? I can feel it vibrating.  Cum, baby. Cum for me."

Gen's arm shoot out to the sides and her palms slap the shower tiles as I feel her body release and her juices mix with the water.

"That's it. That's what I wanted.  You're ready for that big dick now."

I step out of the shower and open the bathroom door. "She's ready for you Jare."

I smile as I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the room as I hear Jared begin fucking our wife.

Life is splendid.

Nothing really changed after our wedding. The only difference is the huge diamond ring and band set that Jared and Genevieve surprised me with the morning after our wedding.

It is a large 14 karat diamond ring with a matching rose gold band. I wear it with pride and exuberance. I have often caught myself admiring it, holding my hand up and just marveling at the beauty, the extravagance.

I never in a million years dreamed I would possess something so beautiful, so glamorous and something that held so much meaning. The love and devotion I feel for my spouses, and they for me, when I look at it is embodied in that one piece of jewelry. 

I am admiring the sparkle of the diamond in the sun when the vehicle behind me lays on its horn. I am shaken out of my reverence to look up and see the light had turned green.

What I didn't see was the truck that had decided to ignore his red light and come barreling through the intersection.

The last thing I saw was the diamond on my finger as my hand flew off the wheel before everything went black.

The first thing I comprehend is pain. My whole body is aching and my head is thumping! Where am I? What happened? 

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Who is that? Why are they yelling at me?

I open my eyes to see a man looking at me through the windshield of my car, or well where the windshield should be. Instead it is open with jagged shards of glass at the edges.

"Ma'am? Help is on the way. Don't move!" 

I nod my head in understanding and have to squeeze my eyes shut due to the pain. Fuck, it hurts!

"What hurts?"

I squint as I look at the man again.

"Every fucking thing!" I seethe. 

Sirens rapidly approach and the shrill sound does nothing to help my head.

"Hey. Hey. She's awake but in a lot of pain. Oh God. I never saw her. I never saw her."

I hear another voice trying to calm the stranger down as I hear movement around me.

"Miss? Miss? Hey, hi. I'm Michelle.  I'm here to help you. Can you tell me your name?"

"Uhhh," I respond as I try to think. My name. What is my name? Who am I? "I don't know?"

"Okay. That's fine," Michellr says as she looks over her shoulder. "My partner is going to look in your purse, is that okay? You i.d. should be in there,  right?"

I try to nod but cry out instead. "Fuuuck!"

"It's okay," Michelle assures. "You took a pretty good hit to the head in the accident.  I'm sure you'll remember shortly."

I hear voices but can't make out what they're saying before Michelle speaks again. "Okay, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Does that sound familiar? 

"Not really," I answer, honestly. And it's the truth. That name sort of rings a bell but is it mine? Or is it someone else? A name I've only heard before but don't own.

It's silly, not knowing your own name. It is what society calls you, what you are known by. And to not be able to remember it, well that's just absurd!

"Y/N, we are going to get you out of here and take you to the hospital. Can you think of anyone we could call to let them know?"

"No," I say as I begin to sob. Am I all alone in this world? Is there anyone out there that loves me and cares enough to wonder where I am, if I'm alright?

The ride in the ambulance is a blur of activity; from the EMT inserting a needle into my arm and hooking it to a tube to shining a light into my eyes.

The hospital is no different. I am poked and prodded and asked numerous questions, most I don't have answers for.

After an extensive workup and a line of testing, the doctor comes in, in her white lab coat and stethoscope around her neck.

"Hello,  Ms. Y/L/N. I'm Dr. Cobb. I've reviewed your chart. You have a broken ankle, a large contusion over much of your left side and a concussion.  That is, we're hoping, the cause of your amnesia. We're hoping with a couple days of rest along with an analgesic that you'll make a full recovery. 

"Of course, you'll have a cast on the ankle to mend the broken bone and you'll be sore from the impact but you're going to live."

She smiles at me before jotting down something on my chart.  A nurse comes into the room with a syringe in his hand.

"We'll gonna give you a very low dose painkiller since you are pregnant. If it seems to help, we can-"

"Wait, what?" I cut her off. "'I'm pregnant?"

"Oh," she says, looking stunned. "I didn't realize you might not remember. You are 6 weeks pregnant."

My mind was spinning. I am pregnant! That means there is someone out there that cares and is probably wondering where I am. Someone who possibly even loves me.

I close my eyes as I try to recollect. Suddenly it all comes back. My family. Jared and Gen. Tom, Shep, Odette and Delaney. 

Oh my God! Delaney! My baby girl. I was on my way to pick her up when I was hit. 

"Oh God! I was going to pick my daughter up from school. She's probably worried sick!" I exclaim as I sit up. The movement makes me dizzy but I ignore it. I've got to go.

"We can't let you leave," the doctor says as she steps forward. "Is there anyone we could call and tell them you're unable to pick her up?"

"Yes," I tell her. "Call my husband, her father. Jared Padalecki."

The nurse and the doctor look at one another and laugh.  

"Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling okay? What year is it? Who's the President?"

"What? What are you talking about? My memory is intact. The year is 2025. The president is Delilah Samson, the first female president for the United States."

"Okay, you have those correct but you must be delusional.  You are not married to Jared Padalecki."

"Yes I am! Call him! His number is 555-341-6728."

The doctor jots down the digits and pulls out her cell. I watch as she dials and lifts the phone to her ear.

"Hi. My name is Noel Cobb. I'm a doctor here at Austin Memorial.  Is this Jared Padalecki?"

I can tell by the stunned expression on her face that she wasn't expecting to be speaking to a local celebrity, a well-known actor.

"I have Ms. Y/N Y/L/N in my care. She's been in a vehicle accident. She's fine, a broken ankle and–" she pauses and I can hear the timbre of Jared's voice.  "Yes. Hold on."

Dr. Cobb hands me her cell and I immediately take it and put it up to my ear.

"Jare?"

"Oh my God. Baby, are you okay? Is Day-day with you?"

"I'm fine, just sore," I tell him. "I hadn't gotten to her yet. Someone needs to go pick her up before she gets scared because I'm not there."

I listen as Jared tells Gen what happened and asks her to go pick up our daughter. 

"Gen is going to pick up Delaney.  I'm coming to you."

"Okay," I sigh in relief. But now that I know my daughter is going to be taken care of, the enormity of the situation takes over.

Not only had I told my doctor and a nurse that I was married to Jared but he was coming here.  The tabloids would have a field day!

We had kept the news of our marriage out of the papers and tabloids so far. Yes,  it was known that the three of us were in a relationship but after so many years since we had announced it  the world seemed to have let it go and the news had died down. 

Now, everyone was about to find out that we had gotten married. Maybe it wasn't legal, maybe it was forbidden but to our family my marriage to them was as real as their marriage to each other.

"Jare, what about-"

"I don't care about that. Let people talk. Let them draw their own conclusions. My wife has been in an accident and is in the hospital. I'll be damned if I let the worry of what people think stop me from being by her side."

"Okay," I smile. "I'm in room-" I pause to look at the doctor, silently requesting the room number.

"405."

"-405. I'll see you when you get here. I love you."

"I love you too Y/N. Be there soon."

I hang up the phone and hand it back to the doctor before laying back in bed.

I can rest now, knowing my daughter is taken care of and my husband is on his way.

Once Gen has the nanny come over to watch the kids, she rushes to the hospital herself. She bolts through the door and hurries to the bed.

"Oh baby. You scared me!" she says as she grabs my hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. I have a broken ankle and my whole body aches. I had amnesia for a little bit. Couldn't remember who I was but that came back and-" I stop as something comes back to me.

"Oh my God! I forgot! Right before my memory returned, the doctor told me……I'm pregnant, guys."

The excitement and delight is evident in the room as they both bombard me with hugs and kisses. 

"Guys," I cringe. "I'm as happy as you are but you're killing me here. My whole left side is nothing, but one big bruise."

"Oh God. I'm sorry," Gen exclaims as she pulls away. "I'm just so happy! I love you so much.  And I love this baby." She places her hand on my stomach.

"How far along are you?"

"6 weeks, give or take a day."

Gen gets a look on her face that I can tell she is going to come to the same conclusion I have. 

"That means-"

I nod my head. "Our honeymoon. We made another baby on our honeymoon"

"Holy shit!" Jared utters. "That was some great sex, that's for sure."

Gen and I laugh as we nod in agreement. 

"Great sex and some awesome baby-making apparently."

I am released from the hospital, with instructions to take it easy and stay off my foot until I can see the orthopedics and get a hard cast put on my ankle.

Jared carries me bridal style out of the hospital and sits me in the front seat of Gen's SUV.

"I'm right behind you."

As Gen drives toward the house, she reaches over and grabs my hand out of my lap.

"Are you sure you're okay sweetie?"

"Yes, my love, I am. I promise. I'm just kind of reeling from it all. I was admiring my ring in the sunlight when a car behind me beeped, prompting me to proceed through because the light had turned. 

"What if the accident had caused me to miscarry? To lose the baby we didn't even know about yet? And how had I not figured it out, that I was pregnant. With Delaney, I was pretty sure as soon as I was late. And now I hadn't even realized I was late!"

"I'm so glad you didn't lose our little bug. He or she was created out of love and will be loved immensely and exceedingly. I'm beyond relieved that you are both okay. I love you so much Y/N. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to."

"I love you too, Mama."

"Oh don't start," Gen chastised with a giggle. "There will be none of that until you get a clean bill of health."

I huff and sit back in my seat. No, I am not really in the mood for sex but it didn't mean that I can't think about it. After all, that's how this all began.

A night of awesome, passionate, lewd sex with two of the sexiest people in Texas. One night so many years ago that led me to not one but two of the loves of my life, a marriage and now two kids.

Somebody pinch me because I have to be dreaming. 

The four kids all come running as we walk in the door and Jared plays interference as Gen helps me to the sofa.

"Mommy!" Day-day cries as she reaches toward me. Jared picks her up and whispers in her ear, earning him a nod before he sits her on her feet and she makes her way to my thankfully good side. "You're hurted?"

"Yea but I'll be okay. Just gotta be easy. I'm very sore."

"Also, " Gen says as she joins Delaney beside me. "You have to be careful with Mommy because she's going to have a baby."

Delaney's eyes widen and she looks from me to Gen and back to me. "Really?!"

"Yea, you're going to be a big sister."

"Yay!"

The kids are put to bed by Jared and Gen while I sit on the couch and listen.

"I hope you are as easy a baby as your big sister," I whisper to my stomach. Please don't be the problem child. Both your brothers and sisters are such good kids and well-mannered. I don't know if I could handle one that is a handful."

"You know you won't be doing it alone sweetie," Gen says as she joins me. "I'm not going anywhere and neither is Jared. We love this little one as much as we love Day-day. This baby-" she lays her hand on top of mine on my stomach. "-is as much mine as Tom, Shep and Odette are yours."  

I perch my temple against her shoulder. "Thank you," I whisper, sincerely.

"For what, sweetie?"

"For loving me. For loving our children. I could have never dreamed this would be my life. I was-am-a nobody and you found me and took me in. For that, I will be eternally grateful."

"Stop that talk right now," Gen says as she presses a kiss to the crown of my head. "You are not nor have you ever been a nobody. You are my wife. My gorgeous, kind, good-natured wife. You are sexy, hot as hell, and loving. We love you for all that but we love you for you. 

"Like I said, you are not alone, and you never will be. Jared and I are in this for the long haul. Hell, you may be the one who leaves us," Gen finishes with a chuckle.

I lift my head and look into her beautiful face, her features dainty but full of fondness. "Never. You are stuck with me,  both of you."

"That's my girl," Gen says with a smile before pulling me into a passionate and sensual kiss. We hear movement across the room but neither of us pull away. That is until the sound of a throat being cleared bellows through the room.

Gen and I both look at our husband with apology. 

"Let's get to bed," he says as he strolls into the room and picks me up, carrying me once again. "And no funny business. You are injured."

Navigation with a cast on my foot was nearly impossible. My balance is off, the stupid thing is heavy and there is no way I could be intimate with my spouses. 

The last one really puts a damper on my mood, seeing as my pregnancy had me feeling amorous and affectionate. I just need a good orgasm or twenty! Ones that aren't self-induced. 

Jared and Gen tries to accommodate by having sex beside me, letting me watch and articulating what erotic things they plan to do to me once I am healed but it doesn't help. 

I want to be filled by dick, not my fingers! The loss of coitus is turning me into a bitch, often taking my frustrations out on one or both of them.

Today, though, my frustrations take a backseat as the ob/gyn drops a bomb on us; one that none of us seen coming.

I lay back with my shirt tucked under my boobs and my growing belly bare. It seems bigger than with Delaney at this stage. I was almost 6 months along with our daughter before I began showing but with this one, my belly seemed to grow overnight. 

I am now almost 12 weeks, 3 months,  pregnant and it cannot be hidden. Anyone can tell I am pregnant.

The nurse is spreading that fucking cold, blue gel around my protruding belly as Jared, Gen and I look at the screen to see our child.

"There you are," the nurse says. "Heartbeat looks good, in the mid 140s. A perfect number for a 3 month fetus. Now let's see if we can get a measurement."

She turns the ultrasound wand and begins to move in the opposite direction.  "Well, hello there." 

The shock in her voice is evident and it makes me panic. "What?! What is it? What's wrong with the baby?"

I look over at my spouses but their eyes are glued to the monitor, the same look of alarm on their faces.

"Oh! No, I'm sorry," the nurse says, a smile on her lips. "There is absolutely nothing wrong. I just found something that isn't in your chart."

"What is it?"

"Baby has a wombmate."

"Wha-" I begin but Gen interrupts.

"Twins?!"

 "Baby #2 was hiding behind its sibling," the nurse explains as she maneuvers the wand. "Looks just as healthy.  Same heart rate."

That would explain the larger girth.  I am not carrying one baby, but two. Oh my fucking God! I'm pregnant with two babies! 

How will Jared and Gen take this news? We already have four kids; now we are going to be a family of nine? We hadn't considered this possibility.

I look to them to see my answer. It is written all over their faces. And apparently streaming down my wife's cheeks.  They are ecstatic. Their smiles light up the whole room; their eyes, though on the screen,  are full of joy and elation.

This is a good thing. This news is welcome and accepted.

I can't take my eyes off the printout in my lap the whole way home. I pick it up with my right hand as Jared is holding left, our fingers intoned, as he drives us home.

Gen leans forward from the backseat and places hers on top of ours.

"We're having twins!" she proclaims. 

"We are," Jared says matter-of-factly.  

"Yup," I say, my lips popping the last letter.

"Are you not happy?" Gen asks.

I consider her question before answering.  Am I happy? Absolutely. These babies were made out of love between their parents. But there is one thing that terrifies me. It might seem stupid to se but right now it was a leech on my mind. 

"I am," I tell them. "I am excited to be carrying our babies. Babies I know are already loved and adored. But….oh never mind, it's stupid." I say, laughing at myself.

"What is it darling?" Jared asks as he squeezes my hand. "You can tell us."

"I gotta push two watermelons out of a hole the size of a strawberry?!!! Fuck!"

They both laugh, their whole bodies shaking from it.

"If anyone can do it, it's our fearless, strong, and loving wife, " Gen says. "Baby you got nothing to worry about. You can do it. I know you can. Maybe you can talk to Dee. She did it."

"Yea," I sigh breathlessly. "I'll call her in a couple of days, once the news settles."

Jared pulls into the drive and rolls down his window to punch the code into the gate.

"Gen's right," he says as he looks over at me. "You got this."

"Thanks babe," I say, feeling a slight bit better. "Both of you. Now, how're we gonna tell the kids?"

The kids took the news of twins better than expected. Tom was nonchalant about it, being a pre-teen. Shep was curious how two babies had enough room in my belly, but Odette and Delaney were  ecstatic. At 5 and 8 years, all they heard was they would each get a baby to take care of. It was endearing and heart-warming. 

By the time my ankle is healed and the cast is removed, I am as big as a house. I can't even see my feet to tell that one was no longer encased in plaster, making walking a feat upon itself. 

The one thing I have looked forward to with the removal of the hard footwear is nonsensical. Making love to my husband and wife seems out of the question.

We make out constantly but as soon as I am on my back, one of the twins will settle on my bladder. It is ridiculous and frustrating! I just want to fuck my gorgeous  wife and handsome husband. 

I voice my frustrations to Dee during lunch, while the kids are off playing in another room. 

"I just miss sex so fucking much," I grumble. "I need to have a non self-guided orgasm. Is that too much to ask?"

"Honey, no. It is not. Will they not-," she asks, waving a hand through the air.. "Sorry, none of my business."

"It's okay," I tell her, chuckling. "I brought it up. We make out and we touch and kiss but as soon as I'm on my back, one of these-" I point to my huge belly. "-makes my bladder hurt."

"Okay, so don't lay down. Have you tried, I can't believe I'm saying this, riding Jared? Be on top. That's what Jay and I did."

"But that leaves Gen out. And we don't do that."

"Okay. Well both of you on top then," she laughs. "I can't believe I'm giving advice to you about how to fuck my friends. Oh my God!"

I join her, laughing until I feel that all-too-well known pressure.

"Shit. I gotta pee, again!"

That night,  after the kids are bedded down, I put my plan into action. Jared and Gen walk into the room to find me sitting on the edge of the bed in absolutely nothing.

"Hmmm, I like that look on you," Jared says as he approaches me and pulls me to my feet, claiming my mouth.

I feel Gen's presence beside us and pull away to see she has stripped and is now as bare as I am. 

"That's what I like to see," I say as I eye her top to bottom. "Now let's unleash the beast."

I unbuckle Jared's belt and loosen his button as Gen pulls the zipper down. Using one hand each, we remove his jeans, pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers.

Jared rips his t-shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. When he looks down, both Gen and I are on our knees making out with each other and his growing dick.

"Fuck!" He exclaims as he palms the back of our heads.

When he is at full attention, I hold him at the base as Gen swallows him down, the glug-glug sound of her swallowing around his length making me wetter.

I look up at my husband and smile. "I'm going to ride your cock while our sexy wife rides your face."

"Then get to riding, ladies," he pulls out of Gen mouth and my grip to flop back on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head.

Gen climbs onto the mattress and settles herself on her knees beside his arm. "I wanna watch you take him in. It's a sight I love."

I clamber up out of the floor, using the bed for leverage and then ascend the bed, cautiously throwing a leg over Jared.

"I can't see to put it in," I huff what could only be described as a laugh of irritation.

I stand on my knees as Jared grabs himself and notches the tip at my entrance. As slow as I can in my eagerness, I begin lowering myself, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

"Damn, I've missed this," I say as I get him inside me. "God, you feel good. Now, ride his mouth Mama."

Gen nods and smiles at me brightly before hovering over Jared's head. He pulls her down onto him and I can hear and feel the moan he lets out.

I begin sliding along his length, lifting my pelvis and bouncing on his dick. It feels magnificent. It has been ages since I have felt more than fingers inside me and I can already tell my first orgasm is going to be quick. 

I reach up and tangle my fingers into Gen's hair, pulling her upper body back toward me. She turns her head and we lock lips, our tongues sliding along one another as she writhes on Jared's tongue and I grind on his cock.

The coil inside me bursts and I whimper into her mouth as my juices gushes out around Jared and pools on his groin.

What surprises me though is when Jared lefts his hips off the bed and stills, moaning against Gen's pussy as he throbs and releases inside me.

"Your turn Mama," I say against her lips. "Cum on Daddy’s face. Let him taste those sweet juices." 

I grab her hips and assist her in undulating against Jared as he continues to lick and suck until she begins crying out that she's close.

I reach around and flick her throbbing clit and she throws her head back against my shoulder as I feel her spew out, her breathing labored.

"That was incredible," I breathe out as I kiss along her shoulder. "Thank you."

Jared laughs as he slides up from under the brunette. "You're thanking us? For phenomenal sex? We should be thanking you. It was your idea," he licks his lips, smacking them together and I realize he is still relishing the sweet tang of Gen's orgasm.

“We make a good team,” I say as I unmount Jared and lay on his left side. “The three of us. Well four if you count that I got the idea from Dee.” I snicker as my husband and wife look at me, stunned and in disbelief.

In the months after that, our sex life returns to being as recurrent and passionate as before the accident. We each research different positions that would be beneficial yet safe for me as I seem to be growing larger every hour.

Doggy-style is, as always, my favorite; it becomes even more so when I’m bent over the bed while Jared fucks into me and Gen is laid out liike a feast before me. I’ll never tire of eating her sweet snatch and drinking down her zesty juices. 

During my 7 month we have a bit of a scare, though. I find blood in my pee and on my panties while using the bathroom. My body goes ice cold and my mind is frozen. What is happening? Am I having a miscarriage? Are the babies okay?

I hurry and clean up before rushing out of the bedroom and to the kitchen where I know my family, especially my spouses, are.

“There’s something wrong,” I spit out, not caring that our children are right there. “I’m bleeding!”

Jared jumps into action and comes to console me while Gen calls the doctor. I hadn’t even realized that tears are streaming down my face and I am sobbing. 

“Shh,” Jared cajoles. “I’m sure it’s nothing. We probably just…..ahem, too hard or something.”

I look up at him in confusion and he nods his head to the kids. It dawns on me then. We had had sex last night and it had gotten pretty rough, as I had begged him for. I calm down a bit as I realize he is probably right.

“Okay, see you soon,” Gen says before hanging up the phone. “Dr. Forrest will see us this afternoon. She says it’s common but she just wants to check.”

Jared takes the kids to school and once they are gone, Gen pulls me into an embrace.

“Sweetie,” she coos. “Don’t worry. I’m sure everything is okay. Have you been having any pain?”

“Not really. A few times I thought I was feeling contractions but then I realized it was just either Haven or Oakley kicking.”

Gen bends down and places her lips against my stomach, kissing each side. “You two better be good in there. You’re hurting your Mommy. And Mama Gen ain’t about to have it.”

I laugh as she stands up and looks me in the eye with a lifted brow. “I set them straight.”

The doctor asks very personal and embarrassing questions about our lives and bedroom antics. I blush as I tell her that just the night before it had gotten pretty arduous. She nodded and hummed as she began checking down “there”.

“Okay, I see the issue.”

“What is it?” Jared asks as he holds me hand.

“Well Mr. Padalecki,” the doctor addresses. “It seems as though the encounter last night tore the mucus plug.”

“What? I’m not in labor, right? That’s what happens when your water breaks, you’re in labor. I’m not even feeling them kick anymore. I have no pain. I can’t be in labor, it’s too soon!”

“Not Y/N, you're not in labor. The tear in the mucus plug is leaking some amniotic fluid. It doesn’t seem to be much but just as a precaution, I’m going to prescribe bed rest for the remaining weeks of pregnancy. You can get up to go to the bathroom and come in for your weekly checkups but other than that, take it easy.

“Oh, and ahem…..I’m sorry but no more sex.” She looks at me and then Jared, her eyes scanning up and down his tall, lanky body and then back to me. “As tempting as I’m sure it is, we can’t risk infection or more complications.”

The last 12 weeks of my pregnancy goes by slowly. And we are all irritable more than we are amicable.  The tension is glaringly obvious.

Once we informed Gen of the doctor's warning of no sex, it was decided that if I couldn't participate, then no one was fucking. 

It was fine at first. I was too tired to be lascivious and my moods would change in an instant. I went from happy and carefree to crying and miserable. It was downright irritating.

On the morning of my 36th week, I woke to find Jared and Gen in bed beside me, kissing fervidly. It pissed me the fuck off!

"I thought we agreed no sex until after that babies come!" I spit out as I push the sheet off my body and try to roll out of bed. "I'll just go downstairs and yall can fuck like rabbits. I can tell when I'm no longer wanted and desired. I mean, I am three times the size I was when we met!"

By this time, I am up and grabbing my robe to throw around my body. "You could've just told me, you know. Instead of smeaking around behind my back." 

I start toward the door as Gen calls for me. I grab the handle and turn it before speaking. "Leave me alone.  I don't want to hear some lame excuse!"

I storm out the door and about to start down the stairs when it hits me. I just got pissed and went off on my husband and wife because they were kissing.  God, I need to calm down!

Three steps down, my hand grips the rail as I double over in pain, calling out for my spouses.

I knew what was happening and I wanted them, needed them.

"Jare! Gen!"

They come running out of the bedroom and rushed to my sides. 

"We're here baby," Gen assures. "We're here. Is it time?"

"I think so," I say, my breathing labored.

They help me to the bottom floor and over to the sofa before they run back upstairs to get dressed to head to the hospital.

"Okay. Yea okay," Gen says into her phone as she comes downstairs with one of Jared's tee's and a pair of sweatpants. "As soon as you get here. Okay. See you soon."

She helps me out of my robe and gown and into the clothes she brought.

"Dee is on her way to pick up the kids.  She'll be here in five. How are the contractions?"

"Bearable."

"I love you so much, Y/N. We'll be right by your side the whole time okay?"

I nod as Jared comes down the stairs with my hospital bag before going to rouse the kids and get them ready.

Not long after, Dee shows up and takes the 4 Padalecki children.

"Come on, let's get you to the car." Jared pulls me off the couch and helps me to the garage, stopping when a contraction hits.

"God it hurts!" I cry as I pull myself up into the front seat of Gen's SUV. "I can't do this! I can't"

"Yes you can," Gen coos from the back seat, leaning forward and placing her hand on my arm. "You are strong and will rock these deliveries. And then we'll have two new beautiful babies to admire and love on."

Seven hours later, cries fill the quiet room as I push our daughter, Haven Paige Padalecki into the world. And 9 minutes later, her brother Oakley Jude Padalecki joins us, just as loud.

I'm crying of sheer exhaustion with a heart full of love as the nurse lays our babies on my chest.

"Hi babies. I'm your Mommy," I tell them. "You are both so loved already. Your Daddy and Mama Gen and your brothers and sisters all love you  immensely."

I look to my right, to Jared. "They're perfect."

"Just like you," he says before he leans down and kisses me chastely.

"They're little angels," Gen says from her spot at my left. "Adorable little angels."

I turn my head and smile at her, pursing my lips for a kiss.  She grants my request before the nurse moves in to take the babies for their check-ups.

"Baby #1 is 4 pounds, 5 ounces, " she announces. "17 ¾ inches long. Baby #2 is 4 pounds, 8 ounces and 18 inches long."

"They're tiny," I whisper, mostly to myself but my spouses hear me.

"That's okay," Gen says. "They're Padalecki's. They won't stay small for long."

After a short stay in the NICU, Haven and Oakley are released, along with me and we head home with Jared to meet the rest of the family.

As we are riding,  I look back at the two car seats in the backseat and then to my handsome husband.

I could've never envisioned it, that day, oh so long ago, when I was a waitress for two of my idols; they would become my lovers, my spouses, my  best friends.

Life is full of surprises and mine had an abundance of them. 

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[rowyn-writes]

Mending A Broken Heart (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, (f/m receiving) fluff, angst, self loathing, reader has PCOS

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

THREE YEARS LATER

There was a loud sound that woke you from a dead sleep. You groaned as you looked over at your fiancé, Jared.

"It's your turn." He mumbled.

"It's always my turn." Your growled as you threw the blankets off you. You sleepily traveled through the house to where the source of the noise was coming from.

Your threw open the door to see your older sister, Danneel, her husband Jensen, and their three year old daughter, Justice. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me Y/N, it's Friday." Danneel sassed.

"And?"

"And, you know Friday's are wedding planning days!"

"Yeah, my Friday's used to be fun."

"They're still fun, Y/N. C'mon, live a little." Jensen said mischievously. "Humor her." He mumbled under his breath. "Danneel looks forward to seeing you all week. When Jared told us he was going to propose, she was so excited to plan your wedding. She started a scrapbook. A scrapbook, Y/N. Just let her talk overlays and flowers and food with you. Let her pamper you."

You let out a sigh as you watched Danneel set up the kitchen table with magazines and venue pictures. "She does look happy."

"She is happy. Just let her do this for you." Jensen smiled as Danneel excitedly flipped through the scrapbook.

"She better be glad I love her." You grumbled.

Jensen cracked a smile. "Don't worry. If you have to deal with this, so does Jared. He's the one who proposed, so I'm going to drag his ass down here."

"You're a saint." You whispered. "This is why you're my favorite brother in law."

"I'm your only brother in law." Jensen called as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom you shared with Jared.

You slid next to your sister, whose eyes swam with excitement. "Okay, so, I was thinking, for food we could do vegetarian options as well as meat. That way, there's something for everyone."

"Sounds good to me." You nod.

A sleepy Jared turned the corner, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long week of constantly filming and both of the men needed to rest up. "Morning darlin'." He mumbled as he kissed your cheek.

For the next three hours, you, Jared and Danneel talked about the wedding. You were excited, of course, but this was getting to be a lot of stress. At this point, you just wanted to elope and be done with it. But you knew that would break Danneel's heart, especially since she spent so much time on the wedding.

"Okay," Danneel said, closing the book. "I have the pastor booked, as well as the venue. I'm going to call around and find some good places that can cater to us. And I have an appointment for you and Jared to go cake tasting at Austin Kind Cakes tomorrow at 9. Don't be late. We've also got to go dress shopping on Monday. So, round up your bridesmaids and tell them. I would stay longer but I have a doctors appointment at two. I'll see you Monday." Your sister hugged you and Jared goodbye before leaving with Jensen and Justice.

You sighed as you fell back on the couch, Jared not far behind. He spread himself across the couch, his head in your lap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

"Are you tired, baby?" You asked.

"Very."

"You wanna put on a MCU movie and cuddle?" You suggested.

"Please." Jared smiled.

"Okay, get up so I can put the DVD in." You pushed a reluctant Jared off your lap, which resulted in him landing on the floor. "I told you to get up!"

Jared grumbled as he pulled himself off the floor. "Oh, you're fine you big baby." You roll your eyes. You skimmed your finger across the DVD's until it landed on Captain America; The First Avenger. It was your favorite movie because. . . Well, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. Duh. You popped the disk in, and while it was showing the ads before the movie, you went to start some popcorn.

You began to grab things down from the cupboards, stealing candy from Jared's secret stash. Despite his well built physique, he had a huge sweet tooth. You came back into the living room with beer, popcorn, and all the movie essentials.

"How did you find my candy?" Jared frowned.

"You're not that great at hiding things, babe."

"Not true. I hid my feelings for you for two years." He pointed out.

"Okay, you got me." You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside him. Jared stretched his arm out, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his chest, smiling contently. Things had been tense as of late. And most of that was to be blamed on filming.

You knew that Jared had been struggling with his metal health for a while, and you made a point to let him know how much he meant to you. In all honesty, things hadn't been all that easy for you either. Danneel had just announced that she was pregnant again. It was very early on in the pregnancy, but it was still hard on you. You had told your family about your condition, and they were all very supportive. You were happy for Danneel and Jensen, but you were still upset about not being able to start a family of your own.

"I love you." You whispered to Jared.

"I love you too, darlin'. What's wrong?" He questioned, averting his eyes from the T.V screen.

"Nothing. I just love you." Jared grinned as he kissed your lips

"Well, I love you more."

"Not possible." You shook your head. "No one can love anyone as much as I love you."

"Hmm, I can think of one exception." He argued, trailing kisses down your neck. You closed your eyes, your breath quickening as his lips traveled to your collarbone. "Because I love you more than you could ever imagine."

"Then show me." You challenged.

"Haven't I already? I mean, I did propose to you."

"You know what I mean, tease." You grumbled. Jared chuckled, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He pulled your hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. He gave you a devilish look when he realized you we're wearing a bra.

Jared took your boob in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath when he gently twisted your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and slick pooling in your panties. No matter how many times you had sex with Jared, it always gave you butterflies.

He moved his mouth down your body, leaving love bites along your stomach. Jared smirked as his fingers dug into your sides, causing you to shriek.

"Jared!" You chastised. "I swear if you tickle me again I'm pushing you off me and I'll use my vibrator."

"Okay, I'm sorry darlin'." He chuckled as he kissed your lips. Pleasant shivers went down your spine when Jared trailed his fingers down your body. He then tugged your joggers and panties down your legs and threw them aside, just like he did with your hoodie. He kissed the insides of your thighs, so, so close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough.

"Jare. . ." You mumbled, fingers digging into the pillow beside you.

"What's that, baby girl?" He grinned. "Use your words. What do you want?"

"I want you to eat me out!" You said, exasperated. Jared said nothing as he pulled you forward, closer to his face. He attached his lips to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to moan. He began to kitten lick your clit, making you grasp onto his hair. It reminded you of the first time you slept with him.

Jared slowly slipped a digit into your warmth, pumping it in and out of you. It definitely didn't satisfy you the way you knew his cock would, but it brought you pleasure nonetheless.  "Mmm, Jared. . . F-fuck!" He reached up with his other hand and began playing with your nipples, making you contract around his finger.

"Eager, are we?"

"I hate you." You groaned.

"No you don't. But if you do, I can go ahead and stop now?"

"Jared, I swear to god!" You growled. The man between your legs said nothing as he added another digit, making you whimper in anticipation.

"It's okay, darlin', you'll have me soon enough." Jared assured you. You nodded, your breathing becoming erratic.

"Oh, god, I'm so close!" You whined.  You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, as Jared pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. "You're the worst tease ever."

"I know," He cooed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. You climbed off the couch and sat on your knees in front of Jared, pulling down his jeans. "Now, babygirl, what do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You replied, looking up at Jared with a cheeky grin. You took his cock in your hands, giving it a few gentle strokes, running your finger across the tip. You ran you tongue along the underside of his dick, just how you knew Jared liked it.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." He murmured. "Just like that."

With that encouragement, you took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so he could fit. You lazily sucked his length, effectively making Jared moan. It was like music to your ears whenever he moaned like that. You felt Jared's hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to him, making you gag around his cock.

He held your head with both of his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth, each time he hit the back of your throat. You felt drool drip down your chin and onto your breasts. You could taste the precum on Jared's cock. You knew he was close. His thrusts into your mouth became more erratic and messier as he released his load into your mouth. "Take it all. Do not spit it out. Be a good girl for me and swallow." He demanded as he pulled his dick out. You nodded, letting the warm substance slide down your throat with difficulty. "You're such a good girl for me. Swallowing all my cum. Do you know what that does to me?"

You didn't need an answer, as you could clearly see what it does to Jared, since he was already becoming hard again. "This load is going in that tight little pussy of yours." He picked you up by the arm with a firm yet gentle hand and bent you over the arm of the couch. "Are you ready?" He asked, still making sure you were comfortable. No matter how many times you two had sex, he always wanted to make sure you still wanted to go through with it.

You had discussed the relationship you had before Jared, and about all the things your ex put you through. One of the worst things Will did to you was use you for sex. He rarely asked for consent, which gave you more trust issues than you could handle. You had spoke to Jared about that when you first got together, and he promised that he would always, always, ask if you were okay before doing anything. That just made you fall in love with him more.

"Please, Jare. . ." You whined. "Fuck me."

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He slowly bottomed out, letting out a moan. He began to fuck you, slow at first, but it soon transitioned into rough thrusts. Your gripped onto the pillow tightly, using it to muffle your moans. Jared grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head up. "Don't muffle it babygirl, I wanna hear you scream."

"Oh God, Jared!" You whined as his hips slammed into yours.

"Fuck baby, ugh, you're so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum." He moaned. "I'm gonna cum in that sweet pussy, fill you up to the brim. God, I can't wait to see your stomach swell as you carry our child. You'll look so fucking good."

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your belly, your walls clenching around Jared's cock. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." You screamed as you came, Jared following shortly behind you. He stayed buried in you for a few more moments before pulling out.

Jared disappeared for a few seconds before coming back with a warm washcloth so he could clean you up. He gently wiped down your body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom. He climbed in bed beside you and gathered you in his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you okay, darlin'?" He asked, brushing hair out of your face. You smiled as you nodded. "You did so good for me. I love you so much."

You nuzzled your face into his chest, enjoying the warmth from his body. "I love you more."

"Oh no," He chuckled. "We are not starting this again. Because I'll win."

"Whatever you say, Jare." You rolled your eyes. He grinned at you, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"Okay, well, I'm going to make us some lunch. I'll be right back." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making his way to the kitchen. You grabbed one of Jared's flannel, wrapping it around you and breathing in the scent.

Your phone started buzzing on the end table beside the bed. In the middle of the commotion this morning, you never took your phone off the charger. A picture of you and your sister popped up on the screen, the name "Danni," with a little heart beside it flashed across the photo. "Hello?"

"Y/N!" Danneel squealed happily from the other side of the phone. "Okay, so, Jensen and I just got back from my OB appointment and you'll never guess what!"

"What? Did you find out the sex?"

"Well, yes, but there's something else too! I'm having twins!" You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

"Oh, Danni, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N! Oh, I'm so excited! We're having a boy and a girl. I'm going shopping later to pick out stuff for the nursey, do you want to come with me?" Danneel asked, happiness seeping from her voice.

You took a steady breath, blinking back tears. "Ya know, I would love to, Danni, but I'm not feeling too good today. Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, of course." Danneel sounded disappointed, but tried to hide it. "I hope you feel better. I'll let you go then. Bye, I love you."

"Love you too."

As soon as the call ended, you covered you mouth to suppress a sob. You were happy that your sister was happy. She was finally getting the family she always wanted, she's in a great marriage with a sweet man that treats her right, and she is having twins. It's everything that you've wanted. You were trying so hard to get pregnant, but time after time, nothing. You were taking fertility treatments left and right and trying IVF. But anything you tried failed. You hated how jealous you were of your older sister.

Jared came back up twenty minutes later with two plates of food to find you curled up on the bed crying into your pillow. He hastily set the food down on the dresser and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest. "Shh, shh," He cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. "It's okay, baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Hm?"

"D-Danneel is p-pregnant." You sniffed, tears streaming down you face. "And she's having t-twins." Jared let out a sigh as he listened to you cry. "What am I doing wrong, Jare? W-we've tried everything and I still can't have a baby!"

"We're not doing anything wrong, darlin'. These things just happen and it's nobody's fault. There are still other options, honey. We could hire a surrogate or we could adopt?"

"It's not the same. I want to feel my baby kick inside of me, I wanna feel the morning sickness and the back pain and every damn thing that comes with being pregnant."

"I know, sweetie." He mumbled.

"Jare. . ."

"Yeah?"

"I think. . . Before we start thinking about surrogacy or adoption that I need to go to therapy. I haven't been in a long time and I just need to talk to someone and I need them to tell me I'm not crazy. I just need someone to talk to that doesn't know me and that's not biased."

"Okay, of course." Jared nodded. "I'm proud of you, baby. It took me a really long time that I admitted that I needed help. It takes a strong person to say when they need help."

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FIVE WEEKS LATER

"Everyone at the office back home is catching this stupid bug." You growled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Danneel, who had been with you when you fell ill, took a cold washcloth and dabbed it across your forehead. You two were currently in Canada visiting Jared and Jensen while they were working on set.

"What have you ate today?" She asked. "I don't need you becoming dehydrated."

"A bagel with cream cheese and Doritos."

"Cream cheese and Doritos?" Danneel said, scrunching her face up at the combination.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it, Y/N." Danneel dismissed. "It's what I've been craving for months. I was craving all sorts of weird stuff before I found out I was pregnant."

"Yeah, well, there's no way I'm pregnant." You said glumly.

"Pickles and mustard. Is that something else you've eaten?"

"Yes. . . Why?" You questioned.

"Another one of my pregnancy cravings. Are you late?" She asked.

"I'm always late, Danni. I have PCOS, dummy." You scoffed.

"I think you should take a test, just to be sure." You decided to humor Danneel and went to the drug store and bought three different pregnancy tests.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

You stared wide-eyed at the tests, not believing what you were seeing. "Oh. My. God." Danneel squealed as she crushed you in a hug. "You're pregnant! Oh, Jared's going to be so happy! You have to go tell him! Like, right now!"

"But they're filming." You protested.

"They're taking a break right now. Jensen just texted me. Go! Now!" Danneel pushed. You took a quick picture of the pregnancy tests before you, Danneel, and J.J went to visit the boys while they were on set.

You couldn't hold your excitement, as your knee was bouncing up and down. The three of you showed your badges at the front gate before making it onto set.

"Y/N." Jared smiled, looking up from his script. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to wait until later to tell you this but it just couldn't wait."

"What is it?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I haven't been feeling well lately and I've been craving these really weird foods and I'm more tired than usual and-" You rambled until Jared held up his hand.

"Wait, Y/N, are you saying. . .?"

"I'm pregnant." You whispered. "I took three different tests today and they were all positive. I wanted to tell you when you got home, but I didn't know what-"

"You're pregnant!" Jared shouted, catching the attention of the crew and cast members. You flushed red as Jared picked you up and spun you around. "I'm so excited." He smiled, cupping your face in his hands and giving you a gentle kiss.

You could hear Jensen laughing with happiness, and some of the crew clapping. "I'm getting a niece or nephew." He said excitedly. "I can't wait to corrupt them."

"Jensen!"

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