#flustered!jensen

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This is the most smitten I've seen Jensen lately. He just couldn't contain himself. 😍

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[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

7.12 - TIME AFTER TIME

[hitmeupaep]

actually insane

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Getting warm Jensen? 🥵

[lesbiten]

no okay not to talk about the whole "we never wrote dean as bi and jensen never acted as if dean was bi" thing again but a man flirted with dean and his response was to stutter out a "oh uh im the fbi so. uh. you uh." and then run into a chair and table about it

[angelsdean]

i really have zero fangirl tendencies in front of the ppl i'm a fan of. i'm just like, that is just Some Person who makes cool things i like.

literally my sister and i were at a release party in nyc yesterday for nat and alex wolff's new album and it was a tiny ass bar, we were right there in front of them, and then after they were just hanging out outside and signing stuff and taking photos and some people were sooo fangirlish and over the top and well, we didn't get pics and only got one of two signatures bc we are just not gonna be obnoxious and demand photos or like pester them for attention lol like it was cool to just like, be there. and see them in person. but like, they are literally just some guys. it's my mentality for all 'celebs', they're just people who a lot of other people know about

[castielslmnde]

“do I make you uncomfortable” “overrated” jensen what is this and whatever it is keep doing it 😀

[blanketforcas]

the quick involuntary glance at misha when he sings the word angeles. the little smile he can't contain when he really makes eye contact and sees misha beaming with pride. causing jensen to get so flustered he forgets how to play the rest of the song. i love watching it from this angle but it's almost too much

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

8.13 - EVERYBODY HATES HITLER

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Jared's little smile at the hand touching.

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BEING DEAN’S WIFE

REQUEST : “Hey, can i request a hcs of be Dean Winchester or Jensen ackles wife? and be super sweet and pure girl that is younger than them” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst (if you squeeze your eyes together, til you make a crescent moon shape), a little bit of nsfw at the very end bc it’s hilarious

A/N : uh, yeah, here’s a little gift! I didn’t wanna do university work so i did this instead ☺️ anyway, i think this is just a list of things i love about dean… LMAO XXXX

he will just stare at you for no reason

well, the reason is actually that he thinks your lovely to look at LOL

all those chick flicks he secretly loves to watch? yeah, he’ll recite the romantic stuff because he’s literally down bad for you

… he’s cringing on the inside but also knows he means every word

he’s so pathetic for you and he doesn’t even care

he loves to give you forehead kisses

and he wants them, too, but your lips need to linger a bit, and he’ll close his eyes and just release all the tension in his body because he’s touch starved

he plays with your wedding ring when your hand is right there in his line of sight

he will hold your hand and just stare at the way the ring shines in the sunlight and he will grin like a gigantic dork

ex : if your talking to him or someone else, he’ll just take your hand and gently run his fingers over the ring

he likes when you hold his head against your stomach

when he’s sitting and you’re standing and you move between his legs just to hold his adorable little face close to you, HE LOVES THAT

you’ll let him talk for hours about things he likes, things he wants to share with you

and when you admit you have no idea what he’s talking about when he makes references to old pop culture stuff, he’ll show you everything

.. if all that stuff he references was associated with something else, now it’s all associated with you and him

it’s like THERAPY, to redo stuff with you, to make it his again, and yours

teaching him how to use technology because he’s an old man (affectionate), and he learns fast bc he’s SMART

LOL, witnessing firsthand how genius and resourceful dean is when something breaks [yeah, I can’t stop thinking about him making his own EMF and Sammy being a complete NIPPLEHEAD (affectionate) about it ! as a STEM girly that was so sexy of dean]

HELLO HE SINGS, TO YOU. HE WILL SING YOU ALL THE LOVE SONGS OMG

or he’ll just sing randomly and not even notice that you’re listening to him

silence, comfortable silence, not sad, just.. peaceful

he likes not having to say anything sometimes, just being there with you

he plays with your hair A LOT, he’ll take strands and just feel the texture of it between his fingertips, he’ll even try to do your hair if you let him, if it’s long enough

CUDDLES, he needs that, too.

but he’d rather be on top when you cuddle, with his cute face on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, to your breathing, falling asleep if you run your fingers gently along his back or if you play with his hair

Dean starts mumbling a lot against your chest or shoulder when you’re just relaxing and having lazy conversation as you cuddle

how about KISSING HIS LITTLE DIMPLES??? idk about you but I just wanna kiss his little dimples when he does that specific SMILE or POUT, ya know what I mean! •ᴗ•?? or •~• ???

he flirts with you because you blush so easily

he gets flustered when you flirt back, BC HE’S NOT USED TO IT

he looks like a strawberry, just eatable, with the tips of his ears all red, then the pinkish hue pouring across his freckled cheeks and down his neck in cute little splotches 😭 ALRIGHT YEAH I THINK ABOUT THIS OFTEN

teasing him ABOUT EVERYTHING because that’s hilarious, and he’s indignant but also knows you’re so right and he’ll roll his eyes at you and pretend he’s mad

he can never be mad at you, only playfully!

UHHH ! KISSING THE LITTLE WRINKLES AT THE CORNER OF HIS PRETTY EYES !!!

squeezing him very tightly when you hug and just holding him until he’s practically putting all his weight over you like a willow tree

he’ll bother you on purpose, especially if you’re serious

ex : he takes strands of your hair and will put it in your ear LMAOO or tickle your face with it bc he’s never gonna let a single moment be boring

he grins like the cutest idiot in the world and you can’t be mad at him because he looks LIKE THAT, like the cutest idiot in the whole universe

wearing his clothes and pretending to be him, he thinks it’s cute and funny

he’ll hold your face a lot

and kiss you all over bc you’re cute and pure and deserve all the affection he can offer

and his hands are big and calloused, but he’s so tender and gentle, and warm

hugs from behind

smashing your face into his back and taking in the smell of his body (Mrs Butters lied, Dean smells good)

he’ll love the smell of your hair when he nuzzles into your neck, or the smell of your skin, or the softness of it

going on cute dates, like picnics, watching movies, going to the cinema, going to comic book stores

watching Disney movies together and he can recite the Dory movie by heart because HE LOVES THAT FISH FR

he’ll make you playlists of songs that remind him of you

He takes lots of photos, Polaroids are his favourite because he gets to put them anywhere and everywhere so he can smile and see you if you’re ever busy

you’ll always dress up on Halloween or just for fun whenever he wants

✨healing his inner child✨

grocery shopping together, he pouts when you don’t let him be unhealthy

if you’re short, he’s making fun of you for being shorter than him when he has to reach for stuff on shelves that you can’t reach even on your toes

he teaches you how to cook if you don’t know how to

and you eat the crazy food combinations he comes up with, like those marshmallow mac and cheese he said he made for Sam when they were kids , I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT TASTES LIKE

he teaches you how to fix cars! he’ll stare at you when you’re being silly ANYWAY PLS TEACH ME DEAN PLS

HAHAHAHAH but like hahahahah as in, 👀 the cute little names he calls you, and you thought they were cringe when couples said them to each other but actually when HE says it to YOU it makes you swoon and you blush, but you pretend you hate it at first because you’re not used to it but he can see through you, you love it

(I’m convinced that if he calls me darlin’, I will die on the spot, or my illnesses will be cured idk idk, I just know something spontaneous or magical will happen)

sharing everything, as in food

he’ll eat your leftovers, if there are any

or if he likes your stuff better than what he’s got, he’ll eat it when he think you’re not looking, but you are definitely aware, you’re just pretending because he’s so cute

trying all the Starbucks drinks together

having to deal with his grumpiness in the morning

even better, you’re not a morning person either so you’re both grumpy

he’s so cute when he’s had his first cup of coffee in the morning :’)

when you shower together, you both play with the shampoo on you heads LMAO

he gives really good massages, like MIND-BLOWINGLY GOOD, I know them hands are magical

BUYING EACH OTHER JEWELLERY, he’s too pretty to not wear jewellery

kissing his freckles BC HES CUTE AND he blushes

kissing his scars (flashback of emo memes) NO, not saying anything about them, just gently pressing your lips on his sensitive skin so he’s not insecure about all of them

reading all sorts of magazines together BC THERES NO TOXIC MASCULINITY IN MY HOUSEHOLD AND MY BOY IS ALLOWED TO DO WHAT HE WANTS YA DUMB— right, anyway

he throws you over his shoulder and then walks around to bother you

butt smacking, that’s it, imagine the possibilities

pretending he’s picking you up at bars (like Claire and Phil from Modern Family 😭)

he’ll throw out his best pick up lines and you have to hold in your laughter at the faces he makes ALSO it works bc that’s your husband

being the best husband when you’re sick

making the yummiest foods and making sure your taking natural vitamins along with medicine

hanging out with you the whole time, not caring that you’re sick even though he’s kind of a germaphobe

whining a lot when he’s sick, but he’s partially just messing with you bc he wasn’t allowed to whine about anything as a kid (I’m right behind you, John)

he’s holding your boobs for comfort LMAO

I feel like he likes to bite, so he bites you a lot for no reason, and then goes about his day

pretending to have accents

more importantly, Dean knows how to speak Spanish, supernatural lied (all that porn and all those novelas and nothing stuck? nah, he’s very good at Spanish)

so he’ll try to seduce you with his Spanish speaking skills (and if you’re Latina/hispanic like me, you think it’s so sexy or it’s just plain cute, idk yet)

playing video games together and being very competitive

he’s very clean and very neat so you never have to tell him to clean up after himself !

he’s very protective of you, but never oversteps bc he knows you can handle yourself

he likes introducing you as his wife

it’s probably not even necessary but he’ll say it very loud and with a gigantic smile and he’ll embarrass you but it’s okay bc it’s Dean

he lies and says he’s your sugar daddy when people comment about the age gap

dude, dude, he’ll tease you a lot like… 🤣 he’ll copy your moans, or repeat stuff you said to him during sex. he’ll tell you very descriptively about how it all went down and the faces you made and the sounds you made.. you know, like in rock and a hard place [09.08]

especially if you’re shy

you wanna strangle him, but you don’t bc he’s the love of your life !

did I do this right? :( doesn’t matter, add some headcannons in the tags or comments 😭 i love husband!dean

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[eccentricallygothic]

hear me out ok the 5 cevens characters working together to fluster bunny. like randomly one morning she wakes up and she's getting it from all sides. poor bunny is teased to tears before ransom or jensen finally take some sympathy on her and let her cockwarm them while hiding her embarrassed teary eyes <3

Oh God I am melting becauseee-

Warning(s): Somnophilia (consensual), dacryphilia, gangbang, corruption kink, p-in-v, blow job, anal, boob fucking, handjob, degredation, cockwarming.

Bunny is confused at first, (the innocence of which drives Lloyd mad), then turned on but then soon overwhelmed due to how much of a sensitive Princess she is. 

Daddies had discussed this with her a couple weeks ago with a mutual agreement that whenever it happens it will be a surprise because Bunny always has her safe word anyways.

"Hnnng~" her plugged mouth vibrates against Lloyd's cock as Ari stretches her unsuspecting and very tight pussy with a capital S. 

She's basically hanging between the huge men and being held up solely by their cocks like one of those hentais. 

Andy is grunting behind her as he wraps her hair around his fist and pushes his fat dick between her plump ass cheeks and up her much lubed pucker. 

Jensen is still praising her for being so brave as he guides her smaller hand around his girth, free hand stroking her hair which was the only consolation with all the violation going on. 

"Dirty little horn Bunny" Ari snickers from his spot as he feels her move around him. "Half asleep but still moaning and clenching around our cocks while we fuck her dumb."

Lloyd hisses as he enters her throat from his spot besides her since Ransom is thrusting between her tits.

The dark haired man grunts and curses at the sight before him as he rocks his hips against her chest, holding both of Bunny's tits together while she hangs propped up by all their cocks, panting through her nostrils. 

She's spread out and filled to all her brims like a lifeless fuck doll, lazy eyes scanning her surroundings through her still droopy eyelids. 

It goes on for hours. 

Some daddies even change positions. 

Touching, teaching, fucking, degradation and praise which is just Jensen building her up for the other daddies (and him) to crush back down. 

Bunny is a whining and crying gurgling mess by the end of it, covered in cum and tears as she trembles on her hands and knees, their juices leaking out of all her holes.

"Aw, would you look at this leaking little breeding bunny" Jensen chuckles darkly as the other Daddies enjoy the sight.

Bunny ducks her head as this rare side of Jensen makes her feel even more vulnerable, exposed and small, if it were even possible after all that.

Ransom chuckles to himself when her bottom lip wobbles and eyes tear up. 

"But she's a good breeding bunny, isn't that right?" His fingers slip through her sweaty hair as he comfortingly caresses it. 

Bunny peaks up at him only through her lashes and murmurs out a weak and broken 'yes Daddy'.

"Look at how small and pathetic she is. Nothing but a fine set of tight little holes" Lloyd's spank is cruel as it nearly echoes in the room. 

Bunny whimpers into Ransom's hand again and that is when he finally takes mercy at the fucked out sight. 

"Little Bunny can't take any more, huh? Needs Daddy to protect and take care of her?" She vigorously nods, feeling the gazes of the other Daddies almost cut her skin.

Ransom's chest swells with pride and authority when he sits on her Princess Bunny bed and pats his thigh. 

The girl obediently crawls into it before nuzzling her red face in his broad chest. 

The male positions his cock against her much well lubricated entrance before gripping her hips and lowering her down on it. 

Bunny moans and whimpers, tightening her arms around him as she clenches in defense before eventually adjusting to Ransom's thick and veiny girth, feeling him just under organs. 

It's not long before she's snoring against his chest, exhausted from the erotic episode.

Ransom continues to rock them back and forth slowly, caressing her back as he presses a reassuring kiss to the top of her head every now and then. 

The other Daddies leave but not before Ari makes the remark that she's just like a fuck doll, being turned on to serve her purpose and then going right back to idle mode when her batteries run out. 

Andy, Lloyd and Jensen snicker as they follow the giant out of the room.

Maybe they will wake her the same way later. 

With their little slut Bunny, the possibilities are endless.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 2/?✨

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: Language, age gap, tough topics

Word Count: 6162

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

As your eyes fell upon Jensen’s overflowing shopping cart, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Big plans, huh?”, you quipped, your tone light and teasing as you gestured towards the assortment of bottles.

Jensen’s throat tightened at the sight of your playful expression, his mind racing with a jumble of thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a girl he found truly attractive, let alone one who seemed to effortlessly break through the walls of his solitude.

Before he could muster a response, Jared returned, his eyes scanning the scene before him with amusement. Taking in the exchange between you and Jensen, a knowing grin spread across his face as he sized you up from toe to head.

Jared's grin widened as he observed the interaction between you and Jensen, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hey, Jensen, is this your new shopping buddy?", he teased, his tone light as he nudged his friend playfully.

Jensen's cheeks flushed at the remark, his gaze flickering between you and Jared as he struggled to find his voice. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, leaving him speechless.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Jensen's flustered state, a playful glint in your eyes as you turned to Jared with a smirk. "I'm not sure about shopping buddies, but I did just crash into him", you admitted with a grin, your tone teasing as you glanced back at Jensen.

Jared raised an eyebrow at the revelation, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Ah, so you're the reason he's at a loss for words", he remarked with a laugh, shooting Jensen a knowing look.

Jensen's cheeks grew even redder at the teasing, his embarrassment evident.

Jared chuckled at Jensen's embarrassment. "Looks like having girls crash into him at stores is becoming your new hobby, huh, Jensen?".

Jensen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, lucky me", he muttered under his breath, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment.

Turning his attention back to you, Jared offered a charming smile as he extended his hand. "I'm Jared", he introduced himself warml. "And this here is Jensen".

You accepted Jared's handshake with a smile, your gaze lingering on Jensen for a moment longer before returning to Jared. "Nice to meet you, Jared", you replied. "And Jensen, despite our collision, it's nice to meet you too".

For a second or two, a brief silence settled over you. Sensing the moment, you broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"Well, yeah, I better get going before Mr. Jensen here kills you for teasing", you mumbled with a playful grin, shooting Jensen a wink before turning to leave.

But before you could take another step, Jared spoke up, his voice cutting through the air with unexpected sincerity. "Hey, wait a minute", he interjected, his tone earnest as he addressed you directly. "Would you like to come to my birthday party tonight?".

You turned back to face Jared, surprise flickering across your features at the unexpected invitation.

You couldn't help but smile at Jared's sincere invitation, touched by the warmth and inclusivity of his gesture. "Thank you", you replied gratefully, though a hint of hesitation lingered in your voice. "But I guess I won't quite fit in there", you added with a soft chuckle, gesturing subtly to the obvious age gap between yourself and the trio.

Jensen cursed inwardly as he caught your subtle gesture. But before he could dwell on his insecurities about his age, Jared stepped in.

"Don't be silly", Jared insisted, his tone firm as he met your gaze with unwavering sincerity. "Age is just a number, and besides, we throw the best parties", he added with a playful wink.

Jared sensed your hesitation, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to ease your concerns. "Look, how about you give me your number?", he suggested, his tone gentle yet persuasive. "I'll text you the address, and you just think about it. We're no creeps, I promise. My kids and a shit ton of friends will also be there, and there will be damn good food", he added with a reassuring smile.

You couldn't help but be swayed by Jared's genuine offer of hospitality, his warmth and sincerity shining through his words. With a soft smile, you nodded in agreement. "Alright", you conceded, reaching for your phone to exchange numbers with Jared. "I'll think about it. Thanks for the invite".

Jared grinned, relieved that you had agreed to consider attending the party. "No problem at all", he replied warmly, typing your number into his phone with a sense of anticipation. "Just let me know if you decide to come. It'll be a blast, I promise".

As you walked away, a strange sensation washed over you, prompting you to turn around one more time. Catching Jensen's gaze, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you, as if your heart had skipped a beat in that brief moment of connection.

For a split second, time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with Jensen, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mixture of vulnerability and longing, that stirred something deep within you.

But before you could dwell on the fleeting moment any longer, you tore your gaze away, a flush rising to your cheeks as you hurried to pay for your purchases and leave. As you made your way out of the store, the memory of Jensen's gaze lingered in your mind, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and intrigue that you couldn't quite shake.

As soon as you were far enough away, Jensen elbowed Jared in the ribs, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “What was that about?”, he grumbled, shooting his friend a pointed look.

Jared chuckled knowingly, as he nudged Jensen back. “Oh, come on, Ackles", he teased, a grin spreading across his face. “You know damn well what that was about”.

Jensen grumbled under his breath, frustration evident in his tone. “Why the fuck did you invite her to the party?”, he muttered, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Because you were practically drooling over her”, he teased. “I haven’t seen you get that fucking shy around a girl in ages”.

Jensen shot Jared a reproachful look, his cheeks flushing even deeper at the teasing. “I’m fucking married, Jared”, he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “It’s not like anything could come of it”.

But Jared just scoffed at Jensen’s protests, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, Jensen”, he retorted.

Jared's grin softened into a more serious expression as he placed a hand on Jensen's shoulder. "I know, man", he said sympathetically, his voice gentle. "But let's be real here. Your marriage is fucking terrible anyway. You deserve to have a little fun".

Jensen let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, but what am I supposed to do?", he muttered bitterly. "Just stare at that girl all night long, not allowed to make a damn move? Even though my marriage is hell on earth, I can't just… hit on someone".

Jared nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. "I get it, Jensen", he said. "But maybe tonight can be a chance for you to just let loose, forget about all the bullshit for a while. Who knows? Maybe it'll be the push you need to start making some changes in your life".

Jensen let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with resignation as he mulled over Jared's words. "I don't think she'll come anyway", he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with disappointment. "And even if she does, she seemed way too young and not interested in… older guys".

Jared frowned at Jensen's pessimistic attitude, shaking his head in disagreement. "You never know, man", he replied optimistically, trying to lift his friend's spirits. "Stranger things have happened. And who knows? Maybe you can lull her with your… beautiful green eyes". Towards the end of his sentence, Jared raised his voice, imitating a girl.

"Ugh, fuck off", Jensen grumbled, but couldn't help but smile a little.

Jared gave Jensen's shoulder a reassuring pat, offering him a supportive smile. "Come on, let's head home", he said, his tone upbeat as he tried to lighten the mood. "We've got enough alcohol for three parties".

Jensen managed a small chuckle at Jared's remark.

As the evening descended, you found yourself sitting alone in your living room, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dimly lit space. Your gaze lingered on the message from one of the guys you had met earlier, the address for Jared's birthday party displayed prominently on the screen.

You realized that the party wasn't far from where you lived, a convenient coincidence that made the decision to attend that much easier. It had been a few weeks since you had moved to Austin, and in that time, you had found yourself spending most of your days alone, longing for connection and friends in this new city.

With a sense of anticipation, you contemplated the prospect of attending the party. It wasn't often that you had the opportunity to socialize and meet new people, and the thought of spending the evening surrounded by friendly faces and lively conversation filled you with a renewed sense of excitement.

With a decisive nod, you made up your mind. Tonight, you would step out of your comfort zone and embrace the opportunity for connection.

Just as you were about to text Jared to confirm your attendance, a notification popped up on your phone. Opening the message, you were greeted with a photo of a table overflowing with an impressive array of drinks.

You couldn't help but smile at Jared's gesture, touched by his effort to entice you to join the party.

You quickly typed out a response to Jared. As you hit send, a sense of anticipation washed over you.

As Jensen stepped out of the shower and stood before the mirror, a wave of weariness washed over him. Running a hand through his damp hair, he studied his reflection with a critical eye, the sight of his tired, weathered face staring back at him a stark reminder of the toll that his lifestyle and the stress of his marriage had taken on him.

With a heavy sigh, he reached for his razor, the sharp blade gliding over his skin as he began to trim his beard. Jensen couldn't help but reflect on how much he had changed over the years.

Gone was the youthful vitality and carefree spirit of his younger days, replaced now by lines etched deep into his skin and a weariness that seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders. The weight of his responsibilities and the burden of his troubled marriage had left their mark, leaving Jensen feeling older and more exhausted than he had ever imagined.

As the first guests began to arrive, laughter and chatter filled the air, the lively atmosphere of celebration setting the tone for the evening ahead. Amidst the crowd, Cliff approached Jared, a beer in hand, a curious expression on his face.

"Hey", Cliff greeted, a grin spreading across his face. "Is it true that Jensen's here?", he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. "I can't believe it. It's been ages since we've seen him outside of conventions".

Jared chuckled, nodding in confirmation as he exchanged a knowing glance with Cliff. "Believe it or not, he's here", he replied with a grin. "Apparently, he needed a break".

Cliff raised an eyebrow in surprise, a hint of skepticism in his expression. "Well, I'll be damned", he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Never thought I'd see the day. Can't wait to catch up with him".

As more guests arrived, Jared found himself busy greeting everyone and ensuring everyone felt welcome. Meanwhile, Jensen emerged from the house, his presence drawing the attention of those around him. Instantly, Cliff spotted him and made his way over, a warm smile on his face.

"Jensen!", Cliff exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pleasure at seeing his old friend. "It's been too long, man. How've you been?".

Jensen returned Cliff's smile, a sense of warmth spreading through him at the sight of a familiar face. "Hey", he greeted warmly, extending a hand to shake. "I've been hanging in there. Good to see you".

As they exchanged pleasantries, Jensen couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to reconnect with old friends.

As the first hour of the party passed, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that had settled over him. He found himself tapping his foot nervously as he sipped his beer, scanning the crowd in search of a familiar face. Your face. But amidst the sea of people, he still couldn't spot you.

Just when he was beginning to resign himself to the idea that you might not show up, he caught sight of movement in the garden. His breath hitched as he watched you step into view, a shy and hesitant figure in a breathtaking summer dress.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Jensen took in the sight of you, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a radiant halo around you. He couldn't tear his gaze away as you glanced around nervously, a hint of uncertainty in your eyes.

As you caught sight of Jensen, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a wave of relief washing over you at the sight of a familiar face amidst the crowd. With a tentative step forward, you made your way towards him.

Jensen's heart raced as you drew nearer, his pulse quickening with each step you took.

As you approached, Jensen could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat of anticipation. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he muttered to himself, "You got this, Jensen".

He knew he was a good-looking guy, that much was certain. He had always been aware of the effect he had on most women he met, but this time felt different. You were different. There was something about you that stirred a sense of nervousness and insecurity within him, a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel.

Despite his confidence in his appearance, Jensen couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at him from within. He found himself second-guessing every move, every word, as he struggled to navigate the unfamiliar territory of his emotions.

He straightened his posture, mustering all the charm and charisma he possessed as he prepared to greet you.

As you finally reached Jensen, a soft smile graced your lips as you mustered him for a few seconds, your gaze lingering on him with a hint of curiosity and warmth. Then, with a subtle gesture, you held up one of the whiskey bottles you had bought earlier, a playful glint in your eyes as you asked, "So, where's the birthday kid?".

Jensen felt a surge of relief wash over him at your friendly greeting, the warmth of your smile melting away his nerves. He couldn't help but admire the easy confidence and grace with which you carried yourself, a stark contrast to his own inner turmoil.

"Hey", he replied, returning your smile with one of his own, his voice tinged with genuine warmth. "Jared's probably somewhere around here, making sure everyone's having a good time. But knowing him, he won't be far from the food".

As he spoke, Jensen's gaze lingered on you, a sense of admiration and intrigue stirring within him. Despite his initial apprehension, being in your presence felt surprisingly natural, as if you had known each other for far longer than just a few moments.

With a sense of anticipation, Jensen gestured towards the crowd, inviting you to join him in the search for Jared. You fell into step beside him.

As you began to search for Jared, Jensen felt a sense of urgency to break the silence and initiate a conversation. He cleared his throat awkwardly, his mind racing as he tried to think of something to say.

“So, uh, did you have any trouble finding the place?”, Jensen asked, his voice slightly strained as he attempted to break the ice. He cursed inwardly at his own clumsiness, hoping that his attempt at small talk didn’t come across as too forced.

He stole a glance at you, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited your response. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness and uncertainty, unsure of what to expect from the evening or from you. But one thing was certain: he wanted to make a good impression, to show you the best version of himself in the hopes that you would like him.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension as you stole a glance at Jensen.

You masked your own nervousness with an easy smile, offering a casual shrug in response to his question. "Nah, not really", you replied, your voice steady despite the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. "The address was pretty easy to find. Plus, I've been exploring the neighborhood lately, so I'm starting to get the hang of things".

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of Jensen's cologne, a tantalizing mix of musk and spice that sent a shiver down your spine. You fought to maintain your composure, not wanting to betray the effect he had on you with just his presence alone.

But deep down, you couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you, the magnetic pull drawing you closer with each step. And as you continued to navigate the crowded garden in search of Jared, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that filled you.

As Jensen and you spotted Jared next to Gen, who was starting the grill, a small smile tugged at your lips. Gen raised an eyebrow at Jensen and you, a curious expression flitting across her features. Not recognizing you, she leaned in to Jared and murmured, "Who's Jensen's company?".

Jared glanced over at you and Jensen, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Oh, that's (Y/N)", he replied simply, his voice laced with amusement.

Gen glanced back at you and Jensen.

As you and Jensen reached them, Gen smiled at you. "Welcome to the party, (Y/N). Nice to meet you. I´m Gen, Jared´s wife".

You returned Gen's smile with a friendly nod, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance wash over you in her presence.

Gen's curiosity piqued. "So, how do you know Jensen?", she inquired, her tone casual but curious.

Before you could respond, Jared chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he launched into the story of how he and Jensen had run into you earlier that day. Gen listened intently, her brow furrowing slightly as she eyed Jensen suspiciously.

As Jared recounted the chance encounter, Gen's expression shifted from curiosity to mild skepticism. She shot Jensen a playful yet probing look, as if trying to decipher the truth behind Jared's tale.

Jensen shifted uncomfortably under Gen's scrutiny, his cheeks flushing slightly as he offered a sheepish shrug. "It was just a coincidence, really", he interjected, his tone slightly defensive.

But despite his attempt to downplay the encounter, Gen's suspicion lingered, her gaze lingering on Jensen.

As Gen observed Jensen’s interaction with you, a sense of unease crept over her. She wasn’t aware of the extent of Jensen’s marital troubles, but seeing him with a young and unfamiliar woman stirred a twinge of discomfort within her.

Despite her lack of knowledge about Jensen’s personal life, Gen couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. The sight of him engaged in conversation with you, coupled with Jared’s teasing story, left her with a sense of unease that she couldn’t quite articulate.

As the unease settled over Gen, you approached Jared and handed him the bottle of whiskey with a grateful smile. "Here you go, Jared. Thanks for inviting me and… Happy birthday", you said, your voice sincere as you expressed your appreciation for being included in the festivities.

Jared returned your smile with a warm nod of acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting a genuine sense of hospitality. "Thank you! We're glad to have you here", he replied, his tone friendly.

As you exchanged pleasantries with Jared, you couldn't help but notice the tension in the air, the unspoken discomfort that seemed to linger beneath the surface. You couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the unease, but you sensed that something was amiss.

Nevertheless, you pushed aside your own concerns and focused on enjoying the evening.

As the conversation continued, Jared turned to Jensen with a request. "Hey, Jensen, do you mind getting the meat out of the kitchen?", he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Jensen glanced at you, a flicker of relief crossing his features at the opportunity to escape Gen's intense gaze. "Sure, I can do that", he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You sensed Jensen's discomfort and offered to help, eager to lend a hand and alleviate some of the tension in the air. "I can help too", you chimed in, your tone light and friendly.

Jared smiled gratefully at your offer. "That would be great, thanks", he said, nodding appreciatively. "It's just through here", he added, gesturing towards the kitchen.

As you followed Jensen into the kitchen, your gaze wandered around the spacious room, taking in the impressive size of the house. The sleek countertops and gleaming appliances spoke of luxury and comfort.

But your attention was soon drawn back to Jensen as he moved with purpose, his broad frame filling the space with a quiet strength. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt, the subtle flex of his triceps as he reached out to open the door.

Unbeknownst to you, a small gesture betrayed your admiration as you bit your lip, a fleeting moment of appreciation for the sight before you. Jensen's presence exuded a quiet confidence and a sense of stability that drew you in, his rugged charm leaving a lingering impression on your mind.

As Jensen rummaged through the cabinets, searching for the meat plates, you couldn't help but admire the elegance of the kitchen. "Wow, this place is amazing", you remarked, your voice soft with awe as you took in the sleek design.

Jensen paused for a moment, his fingers stilling as he glanced over at you. Despite the task at hand, he couldn't help but be captivated by the sincerity in your voice and the genuine appreciation reflected in your eyes. Your admiration for the house was clear, but Jensen couldn't shake the feeling that your presence added an extra layer of beauty to the space.

"Yeah, it's not too shabby", Jensen replied, his tone casual as he returned to his search. But inwardly, he couldn't deny the way your soft voice sent a shiver down his spine, a quiet reminder of the unexpected effect you had on him.

As Jensen found the plates, you reached out to grab one, your hand accidentally brushing against his in the process. A jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through both of you at the brief contact, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly withdrew your hand.

"Oh, sorry about that", you said quickly, your tone light as you attempted to overplay the moment. "Didn't mean to invade your personal space there".

Jensen's heart raced in his chest, his senses heightened by the unexpected touch. He swallowed hard, willing himself to regain his composure as he forced a casual smile. "No worries", he replied, his voice slightly strained.

Despite your attempt to brush off the moment, the lingering sensation of your touch lingered in the air between you, a silent reminder of the unspoken connection that had sparked to life in that brief instant.

As you continued to help Jensen with the task in the kitchen, you couldn't shake the inexplicable tension that hung in the air between the two of you. It felt as though a silent electricity crackled between you, each moment fraught with a quiet intensity that left you feeling unsettled and off-balance.

You couldn't quite explain the flutter of excitement that danced in your stomach or the way your heart raced at the slightest glance from Jensen. It was as if you were a teenage girl all over again, navigating the confusing waters of newfound attraction with all the awkwardness and uncertainty that came with it.

And yet, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered between you, you couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that tugged at the edges of your mind. You weren't typically drawn to older guys, and the fact that you found yourself inexplicably drawn to Jensen only added to your confusion.

You couldn't help but wonder what was happening between you and Jensen. Was it just a fleeting moment of attraction, or was there something deeper at play? Whatever the case, one thing was certain: the tension that pulsed between you was impossible to ignore, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainty.

As you and Jensen walked back outside, you handed the plates to Jared, who greeted you both with a smile of gratitude. "Thanks for helping out, you two", he said, accepting the plates.

Jared's eyes twinkled with mischief as he turned to Jensen. "Hey, Jensen, why don't you show (Y/N) around? I'm sure she'd love to see all the animals we have here", he suggested, a subtle hint in his tone.

Jensen glanced at Jared, a knowing look passing between them as he recognized Jared's attempt to nudge him towards spending more time with you. He offered a slight nod of acknowledgment before turning to you. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea", he said.

You smiled , feeling a sense of gratitude towards Jared for orchestrating the opportunity for you to spend more time with Jensen. "I'd love that", you replied, your tone sincere as you met Jensen's gaze. "Lead the way".

As you walked lazily alongside Jensen, he pushed his hands into his jeans pockets, his gaze drifting thoughtfully across the sprawling landscape. Sensing the quiet lull in the conversation, he turned to you with a curious expression.

"So, were you born here in Austin?", he asked, his voice soft with genuine interest.

A small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah", you replied, your tone thoughtful. "I was born here, but I grew up all over Europe. My dad's job required him to move around quite a bit, so we lived in different cities across Europe".

Jensen listened intently as you spoke, nodding in understanding as you shared a glimpse into your past. "That sounds like quite the adventure", he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, a nostalgic twinkle in your eyes. "It was definitely an experience", you admitted. "But a few weeks ago, I decided to take a year break and move back here after getting my bachelor's degree".

"So, how did you end up in Austin?", you asked.

"I was actually born and raised in Dallas", he began, his voice tinged with memories of his childhood. "I spent a few years living in California for work before eventually moving to Austin". Jensen paused. "But right now, I'm just here to visit Jared. A few months ago, I actually moved to Connecticut".

As Jensen spoke about his move to Connecticut, you couldn't help but notice that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, a subtle hint of tension underlying his words. Sensing his hesitation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity, prompting you to gently press for more details.

"Connecticut… sounds like quite the change", you remarked, your tone gentle as you sought to delve deeper into Jensen's experience. "Do you like living on the East Coast?".

Jensen hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away as he searched for the right words. "Yeah, it's… different", he replied vaguely, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

But despite his attempt to deflect, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jensen's story than he was letting on. Sensing his discomfort, you resisted the urge to push further, instead offering him a reassuring smile.

"Well, change can be challenging, but it can also bring new opportunities and experiences", you offered, hoping to ease the tension that lingered between you. "I'm sure you'll find your rhythm there in no time".

Jensen nodded in response, a faint smile gracing his lips as he met your gaze. But behind the facade, you could sense the weight of unspoken words, the burden of secrets that he carried with him.

Despite the lingering tension between you and Jensen, you couldn’t resist the urge to lighten the mood with a playful question. With a mischievous grin, you sidled up to him and shot him a sidelong glance.

“So, how old are you, anyway?”, you asked, your tone light and teasing as you awaited his response.

Jensen chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. “Oh, come on now”, he replied.

You laughed at his response, the sound light and carefree as you leaned in closer. "Don't worry", you teased. "You won't scare me off that easily. At least not for now".

Jensen's playful facade softened, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes as he murmured quietly, "I'm 46".

You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, your eyes widening in disbelief as Jensen's words sank in. "No freaking way", you exclaimed, your voice echoing your astonishment.

Jensen stopped too, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he nodded in confirmation. "Yeah", he replied, a wry chuckle escaping his lips.

You shook your head in amazement. "You've gotta be kidding me", you exclaimed, a mixture of awe and disbelief coloring your tone.

But as you looked into Jensen's eyes, you could see the truth reflected there, the weight of his years and experiences etched into the lines of his face.

Jensen chuckled softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "I wish I was kidding", he admitted. "But unfortunately, the years just keep on ticking".

"Well, I gotta say, you're aging pretty gracefully", you remarked, offering him a playful wink.

"Well, thanks", he replied, his voice warm with gratitude. "But I think a lot of it has to do with good genes and a healthy dose of denial".

You chuckled softly, the tension between you dissipating as you started walking again. But as Jensen's gaze lingered on you, a curious expression flickering across his features, you sensed that the conversation wasn't over yet.

"So, what about you?", Jensen asked, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. "How old are you?".

You bit your lip nervously. "I'm 26".

Jensen's expression softened at your words, a mixture of understanding and resignation clouding his features. He closed his eyes briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the vast age gap that separated you.

"I see", he murmured quietly. Despite knowing it already, hearing the confirmation of your age still struck a chord within him, a reminder of the distance that lay between you. Jensen rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he mumbled, "I could practically be your dad".

You offered him a sympathetic smile, a gentle understanding shining in your eyes as you replied, "Yeah, you could".

As you walked alongside Jensen, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. Despite the acknowledgment of the significant age gap between you, you couldn't deny the subtle allure that lingered in the air, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer to him with each passing moment.

You found yourself trying to suppress the flutter of excitement that danced in your chest, surprised by the unexpected turn of your thoughts. The realization that the age gap was somewhat enticing both intrigued and unsettled you, stirring a sense of uncertainty within.

But as you stole a glance at Jensen, the lines of his face softened by the golden glow of the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction that tugged at your heartstrings.

As you and Jensen settled into a quiet corner near Jared's alpacas, a palpable tension lingered in the air between you. You couldn't shake the nervous energy that seemed to crackle between you, unsure of its origin or how to ease it.

Jensen shifted slightly beside you, his presence both comforting and unsettling as you tried to find the right words to break the silence. "So, uh, those alpacas are cute", you ventured, your voice slightly shaky as you gestured towards the grazing animals.

Jensen nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips as he glanced over at the furry creatures. "Yeah, they are. Even if they stink", he replied.

Jensen rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting over to you as he sought to break the tension with casual conversation. "So, how are you liking Austin so far?", he asked, his tone gentle as he met your gaze.

You shifted slightly, feeling a rush of relief at the opportunity to engage in conversation. "It's nice", you replied with a small smile. "The weather's great, and there's always something to do. But… it's been a bit hard to find friends, you know?".

Jensen nodded sympathetically, understanding the struggle of trying to find your place in a new city. "Yeah, I get that", he said, his voice tinged with empathy. "It can take some time to find your groove, but I'm sure you'll find your people eventually".

As you exchanged stories and shared experiences, the buzzing feeling in the air began to subside. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jensen. You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn't expected. Talking to him felt easy, natural, as if you had known each other for years rather than just a few hours. And judging by the way Jensen engaged with you, he felt the same.

You discussed a myriad of topics, from your taste in music to your favorite alcoholic beverages, from your favorite animals to your travel aspirations. There was no subject too mundane or too deep, and with each passing moment, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in Jensen's presence.

Despite the differences in your backgrounds and experiences, you discovered common ground that brought you closer together. Whether it was sharing a love for a certain band or commiserating over the state of politics, you found solace in the connection you shared with Jensen.

As the evening wore on and the conversation with Jensen continued to flow, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he hadn't broached the topic of your relationship status. The thought of discussing your current boyfriend filled you with a sense of unease, knowing that it could potentially dampen the easy rapport you had developed with Jensen.

Deep down, you knew that your relationship with your boyfriend wasn't bringing you the happiness or fulfillment you desired. But the fear of scaring Jensen away with such a revelation kept you from speaking up.

Instead, you focused on the present moment, relishing in the connection you shared with Jensen.

Five minutes to midnight, and yet it felt as though mere moments had slipped away in the midst of your conversation. Lost in each other's company, you had lost track of time, the world around you fading into the background as you delved deeper into conversation.

With a smile, you rose from your seat beside Jensen, to join the others in raising a glass to Jared's birthday.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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And Jared all shy and flustered under Jensen's attention.

When I was getting the timestamps for the nashcon main panel post, I paused at this moment - this is after Jensen says that when Jared got in the car that morning and started talking he knew from the first syllable out of his mouth that it was leading up to a pun -

I find it so sweet how Jensen is looking at Jared all fondly. He loves his boy, and his stupid puns 💖

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Was reading a headcanon post earlier about Dean and consent while rewatching the kiss scene in Caged Heat and something occurred to me about Dean’s awareness of Cas’s consent to things.

When he sees Meg kiss Cas, we see Dean’s reaction behind them.

He frowns, glances at Sam, looking annoyed, opens his mouth as though to say something, and then actually makes a move to step towards them-you can see he’s moving forward just after Meg breaks away from Cas.

Bear in mind the last time Dean saw Cas in any potential sexual/romantic situation, it was the brothel and it was blatantly obvious that Cas wasn’t comfortable.

Then when Cas takes hold of Meg and initiates a kiss himself, we see Dean’s reaction differs. He still looks flustered, mildly annoyed (pointing at the wall to remind them silently of the approaching dogs) and then shrugs. He doesn’t have the same irritated reaction and doesn’t make any move towards them.

Then when Cas breaks away, Dean looks at him questioningly. Could both be a “What the hell are you doing right now?” questioning look and also a “What did you think?” questioning look.

It’s only when Cas says “I learnt that from the Pizza Man” that Dean seems to fully stand down from the “ready to move in if anything’s wrong” stance.

On another note, when Dean realises that Cas is fine- it’s pretty interesting to see what his face does.

There’s a sort of bewildered expression as he looks away from Cas, as though he’s still trying to compute what he’s just seen and his eyes actually widen as he looks down at the end of the shot. In fact, the shot actually focuses on Dean specifically in that moment, not any of the others-it’s Dean’s reaction to the kiss that’s important.

It makes more sense when you remember Dean has never seen Cas acting consensually in any romantic situation before-in fact, I think Jensen mentioned later on (as to why Dean was so surprised by Cas’s love confession) that he wasn’t even sure angels could feel those things. Up until now, Dean’s teasing Cas with flirty remarks has mostly seemed to go over Cas’s head. Even earlier in the episode, when Cas is watching porn, he didn’t seem to properly understand what was going on.

Now, Dean’s suddenly having this realisation that-oh. Cas does get some stuff about sex. Cas does kiss. Oh. That’s a whole new side to Cas. (It actually looks quite similar to the expression he does in Changing Channels when Gabe calls Cas “pretty”. There’s an expression then that’s sort of “Wait-is he?” as though he’s always been somewhat aware of it but this is the first time it’s been acknowledged out loud.)

It allows him to acknowledge Cas in a whole new way he didn’t before. Because previously Cas seemed to totally lack interest in sex, so in many ways, it would have been safe to flirt with him and tease him, because it feels off-limits.

Now, though? He’s seeing Cas make out with someone right there, in front of him. It’s impossible to ignore this whole new side to Cas. So maybe Cas can get Dean’s references and jokes. Maybe Cas does get more of the personal space thing than he lets on. Cas can want at least kissing, and what does that mean?

It, in a way, gives Dean permission to let himself see Cas that way properly-as a being that can want sex-for the very first time. And that seems to simultaneously intrigue him and almost scare him. Because having permission to see Cas in that way lets him acknowledge things that he didn’t have to acknowledge before.

But digressing…

Dean’s annoyance in the scene didn’t just originate from Cas kissing someone-it originated from him not being sure if Cas was OK with what was going on. He’s seen Cas be deeply unsure/uncomfortable in the brothel (which, funny as it was, wasn’t Dean’s best moment overall), doesn’t know how he’s going to react and actually makes a move towards them as though he’s going to try to stop Meg kissing him or make sure Cas is OK.

Once he realises Cas is onboard, he stops moving forward-he actually moves back a little-and even slightly holds his hands up in a shrug. While he still looks uncomfortable and flustered, he’s no longer angry.

Dean wanted to be sure that Cas was all right with what was going on, was prepared to step in if Cas was uncomfortable, and backed off when he realised Cas was OK. Not only is this Dean showing a good awareness of consent, it’s also a nice bit of character development from the brothel episode the previous season, where Cas was pretty uncomfortable and Dean did-as well as he meant it-keep pushing him.

Then, Dean was keen on giving Cas more human experiences. Now, Dean’s more conscious of letting Cas go at his own pace and he’s prepared to step in if others aren’t letting that happen too. As well as Cas becoming more accepting of human behaviour, Dean is also making adjustments for Cas.

And Cas seems aware of this. Check out where he looks when he realises Meg has taken his angel blade:

He realises it’s gone and must know immediately who’s taken it-but he looks straight at Dean, almost in a way that’s a little annoyed. As though he almost wants to ask Dean why he didn’t intervene to stop Meg taking the blade (not necessarily the kiss).

And he looks at Dean instinctively. Instinctively, he’s come to know that Dean will step in to help him in (particularly human) situations where he’s out of his depth. It’s an instinctive glance before he turns back to glare at Meg.

So it’s not just that Dean’s adjusting for Cas-Cas is aware of that adjustment and it just deepens his attachment to Dean.

And yeah-for the first time in this scene, Dean has to acknowledge that he can think of Cas as not being some off-limits angel-but as someone who could actually want sex and intimacy. Which makes anything he himself may feel more possible and more terrifying.

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For your Valentine's ask game: #7 Jake Jensen x reader, idk why but it seems fitting 😂

Shut Up, Jensen, one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024!

Oh, this poor, poor, awkward perv. He's pervy until there's a naked lady around and then 😳 "...when I was four, I shoved pennies up my nose..." Seriously, boi, shut up!

Warnings for spice, i.e. a setup to smutty times, but mostly suggestive. MINORS DNI, just to be safe. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1042

You’ve always had a soft spot for nerds, and now, that’s translating to a damp spot on your fanciest panties you wore for this date.

Jake Jensen goofy-grinned his way through the entire evening, making you almost snort a tequila sunrise through your nose, and he never let up. The humor made you comfortable. It’s endearing to see his nervousness right on his graphic-T sleeve as opposed to being ‘manly’ and aloof.

It’s so, so refreshing to hear someone say, “I’m having a great time,” “I don’t want the night to end,” and know deep down in your bones that they mean “spending this time with you has made me happy” instead of “I’ve done enough to get laid now, right?”

Unsurprisingly, it does mean Jake’s done enough to get laid.

You give him your address so he could park his Jeep outside your building. There are parking meters, but tomorrow is Sunday when they’re free. No big deal. You left the bar (which was after the restaurant, which was after the coffee shop) a minute or two before in order to meet him at one of the open spots and walk him in. He can’t meet you at your door because there is a locked gate to your courtyard, and then a keypad for your building, and then about three corridors to navigate. It’s just easier to show him the way.

You can hear that fucking car coming a mile away.

Jake smiles and waves as he parallel parks—with extreme precision, you note—then hops out, gesturing to the meter questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug, jumping to the edge of the curb before he steps up so you can use the height for a kiss on his cheek.

It’s adorable how flustered he gets at just that tiny bit of affection. Though it’s dark, it’s obvious he blushes ferociously, rubbing at the back of his cropped, short hair, racing to gather his thoughts.

“Did you know there are almost three hundred ways to make change for a dollar? Two hundred ninety-three to be ex—woah—“

You grab his hand to lead him inside.

At the gate, you have to pause for the magnetic lock.

“I’m surprised those things even take change anymore,” Jake muses quietly, courteous for the neighbors’ sake, “because physical money only makes up 8% today’s currency…in the whole world.” He slides past the thick steel grating. “Thank you, digital banking.”

He follows behind you in the maze of concrete paths to the next entry.

“People leave like half a million dollars worth of loose change at airport security. That’s a little shocking,” he whispers when you motion for him to take a left, “think you’d splurge for some decent toilet paper with that kind of dough, or maybe some more cup holders in those row-seats? They could, I don’t know, offset the cost of making pennies. Shit cost two cents. Is worth one. Wild…

“Meanwhile, a dime has 118 ridges on the rim of the smallest circumference.”

Doesn’t even matter what he’s saying, the more his plump pink lips move, the more insanely turned on you get. You have to crowd him through your own doorway before you start stripping in the middle of the hall.

You peel your blouse off the instant your keys clatter onto the dinette table. You spin around to grab him by the screen-printed emblem of his t-shirt.

“There are 1.4 billion $2 bills in circulation.”

He gives a little oof sound when his back hits one of your bedroom walls, and there’s a barely audible whimper as your hands snake up under soft, well-worn fabric.

Holy shit, is this boy cut!

Your thumbs actually catch on the deep ridge of his Adonis belt. Dimes got nothing on you, Jake Jensen…

His breathing has changed significantly. “Did you know they—“ he gasps and swallows “—still make those?”

Ok, why is it hotter when he’s not even trying?

“Fun fact: if you went to Zimbabwe, guess which currency you’d…use?” The neckline of his shirt has to pop over his glasses before he fixes them. “The U.S. Dollar. Seriously! Same damn mon—EH.”

His belt buckle is tricky to navigate from this angle and in the very low light of your bedside lamp. You give up on his pants to unzip your skirt at the hip and let it fall.

Jake stands perfectly still with his hands half-raised.

“You’re…really fucking pretty—sorry—really pret—sexy, not that I—but beautiful. You’re really—”

He sucks in a breath as you step within inches of him again, reaching up to carefully pull his glasses over his ears and place them by the lamp.

“Fuck…”

Your index finger tucks into the elastic of his boxers where they peek out above the belt.

“Yeah, so I’ve been—I’m—I don’t have a—what I’m trying to say is—“ he squeezes his eyes shut and wiggles his fingers higher in the air, searching for the right thought “—the most commonly printed bill is actually the one-hundr—“

“Jake,” you interrupt, gently smoothing your hands over his thick shoulders. He is so ripped, what the hell? You guess there are nerds and then there are nerds, wow…

“Do you want to continue?”

He nods super fast, eyes growing wide in panic.

“Good.”

You smash your lips to his, hauling him down and you up by the sturdy tower of muscle he is.

“Condoms are in the drawer,” you mutter between breaths.

He lets out a high, choked whine before clamping his huge, warm hands to your waist, melting into you and your touch.

You coax the both of you toward the bed, swatting at his belt as a signal for him to help, and he does, though he’s not the greatest multitasker. He huffs and smirks, breaking the kiss so he can unlatch, unbutton, and unzip.

Then he looks up at you. 

“So you like movies…?”

You cup his jaw in your hand and pinch, a gentle peck on his lips as encouragement to focus. “Less talking, more fucking, Jensen.”

He opens his mouth, clearly running through a series of replies, but thinks better of it and  pushes down his pants and boxers all at once.

Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity ⬅️ ➡️ Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar

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